Chapter 18 Chapter 17 Revealing the Nightmare

Lucan roams the mists with the capricious green dragon.To make matters worse, he was riding on the dragon's neck, which, apparently, Eranikus didn't like. "We should never have been separated!" growled the giant beast. "Not here! Not now!" The draftsman said nothing.He feels useless.And because of this, he fled from place to place, as he was always escaping his increasingly powerful nightmare, caught by one powerful character after another, looked down upon by most people, even children. And now, here he was, in this place, not even using the skills he had learned as an assistant draftsman.

The green dragon looked at this shadowy world, and his anger gradually increased.But it's more of a pain. "I was supposed to be there, with her, but I wasn't, I was wrong! Now she's out there fighting the nightmare alone, without me!" Lucan wisely refrained from making any speeches.What is this referring to?He's useless... No, it's worse than being useless. Eranikus let out another growl, but this time it was directed at the nightmare. "What is on the periphery of our vision? How much hidden power is stored in the nightmare...Why?" The human opened his mouth to answer, but closed it quickly.His ideas are of little value.

And... suddenly an idea flashed into his mind.The idea excited Lucan so much that he couldn't wait to tell Eranikus.But in the end he didn't ask, because he knew the dragon would never allow him to try it, even if it was possible... even if it was something wise and worth trying. But Lucan couldn't help himself.He has been taken back by others more than once.It's time for him to use his disturbing abilities to help them and pay them back.At least, it's time for him to get rid of his guilt towards them. Luke began to think.First, the appearance of Stormwind City emerged.He saw his slender master, His Excellency Edris Ona, Chief Cartographer to His Majesty King Varian, peeping at Lucan's work with a look of disapproval... Afterwards, his own efforts Appropriated unchanged, except for the name Edrieth.He saw the group of excellent ministers admiring the works originally made by Luken, and these works made his superiors get awards.He also sees beautiful ladies, two of them in particular, coming in and out of his life every day without knowing it.

It was only Eranikus' preaching that woke him up from his past failures and regrets.He didn't notice the dragon's curse at all.Eranikus suffered even more than Lucan. Luke tried to focus again.This time, the draftsman focused on a person he was looking for.When this image popped into his mind, it became so clear that he knew he was thinking the right thing this time. Eranikus roared with great energy at this moment.But no matter what the winged behemoth tried to tell Luken, it was in vain. The draftsman has disappeared. She was very close... very close... Malfurion thought anxiously, but did he know?Do you know why?

Despite being imprisoned, Malfurion has done his best and quietly done all he can for those who struggle with the nightmare.He dared not contact them, waiting until the moment came when his plan would bear fruit.Only the Queen of Dreams could have felt his plan, and he had passed through that moment, channeling his thoughts to her. And now, Ysera has led her dragon team into action.They, the druids, and the rest of Azeroth's protectors had launched an all-out attack, and unless she had planned everything perfectly, the war was doomed to total failure. But Malfurion didn't know if he could do it, unless she could find herself.

He sensed the Nightmare Lord approaching, but the dark attention seemed to be on the dragon and the others.Malfurion did his best to cover her approach deftly.The important thing is that she must come to him without being known by the Nightmare Lord. Something was moving with the thickening mists, and the archdruid prayed that only he could feel it.As cleverly as he could, Malfurion not only prevented her from seeing what was surrounding her, but also prevented them from noticing her. She walked into the small clearing that surrounded the Archdruid. The orc grinned as he saw her deep eyes fixed on the tree.She didn't see it, or so it seemed to her, that Malfurion Stormrage, the Archdruid, the vile murderer and the corrupt, stood there staring at her.A defiant smile appeared on his face.It was so real to her, but it was just a phantasm crafted by Malfurion, like every phantasm he had crafted to lure her here.

Malfurion felt no sense of triumph in leading the orc Sola to this place.He was risking her soul and life.Yet as he desperately searches for who is best to free him from this prison, he feels Brox's magical axe.Malfurion knew it would eventually return to the orcs, though the story was thousands of years later he learned that the red dragon Kryostrasz - known to the world as Archmage Krasus - was becoming a Under the guise of an aged orc shaman, the ax has been delivered to the Horde leader Thrall.It has always been a relic in honor of Brox, commemorating his sacrifice to prevent the fallen titan Sargeras from invading Azeroth.

In fact the ax itself was stronger than the orcs knew, and no one knew this better than Malfurion.His master imbued the wooden ax with such power that it became as powerful as the sea and land and air of Azeroth. It was with this ax that Malfurion wanted to destroy the Nightmare Dreams and free him. Sora approached him.She didn't question what she saw; the druid had complete control over her mind, and Sora had been at his mercy.It made him feel even more guilty: that he had abused her mind, for whatever reason. "Night elf," she growled in a low voice. "You threaten my nation, my world! And to me, the blood of my kin is on your unworthy hands! I say the end of your evil!"

attack!He gave orders in silence.attack!Malfurion even pointed out where she would go instead.It was crucial that she follow his instructions. The archdruid directed her attention to her stomach, which is now the center of the trunk, and Sola added, "I'll give you a chance! I'll let you justify—" The archdruid was a little surprised.Although she did follow his ideas, she was still willing to give him a chance to save his life! attack!He repeated the command, with contemptuous intent. Sora glanced at him. "That's your answer." The orc sneered.She picked up the axe. "I've given you a chance to live... Now I'm going to give you the fact of death—"

A huge silver sphere suddenly enveloped the orc. No!No!No!The archdruid begged.not now!You don't know what you're doing! But his beloved Tyrande did not hear, though Malfurion tried to wield her with his will.The priestess rushed nimbly at the orc at the moment the orc swung the ax -- or was about to swing it. If it weren't for the light of Elune, the ax might have done its job.But the power of the ax remained, and though it fell short of the tree, the magic of the weapon still weakened the evil around it. Amazed by the power of the axe, Tyrande snorted and immediately kicked Sora.When Sora tried to turn to her, she kicked the orc in the side.The orc fell.

The priestess continued her attack, kicking two more times in a row.The first kick landed hard on the opponent's chest, but the second was blocked by the half-panting samurai's forearm. Sora drew his ax at this moment and counterattacked Tyrande.In response, the night elf summoned the Light of Elune, but before she could speak the spell in her head, Sora had already mastered Brox's weapon, and Tyrande had to dodge. All this was going on in front of an increasingly worried Malfurion.The longer the two sides are at war, the less chance they have of surviving.He tried typing his thoughts into both, but neither party heard him. How did Tyrande find him at this time?Malfurion had always been well aware of how far she was from her.He had tried his best to lead her away quietly, but failed—— Another figure joined the fight.A figure that was not expected.He's a ragged human who at first seems curious because he's not supposed to be here.However, Malfurion knew very well who he was, which explains how Tyrande got here at this critical juncture. In their private contact, Ysera had promised that her servant would lead Sora here, and that as part of Malfurion's plan, the orcs would be guided there unnoticed by the Nightmare Lord.Therefore, Malfurion also took it for granted that the guide would be a druid or a member of Ysera's green dragon.But instead, she stumbles across a rare human being. Humans in ragged clothes came quietly behind Sora.If it weren't for the current fierce fighting situation, it was doubtful that he would be able to do such a thing to a tried and tested orc warrior. What surprised Malfurion even more was that the man's only attack seemed to be to grab Sora's wrist.But in the next moment, when she and her raiders faded away, all was clear. She will be gone with her ax... and Malfurion's last hope. But at the last moment, Sora managed to remove his hand and knelt down. Meanwhile, Malfurion sensed that the Nightmare Lord was finally turning his attention to what was happening around his valued captive. It was too late for the archdruid, but he did his best to warn Tyrande and the others.As he swung the sharp branch desperately, he passed on his will to them, warning them of the danger around them. Too late...the Nightmare Lord sneered...too late... Darkness enveloped Malfurion, and the dry branches of the Shadow Tree stretched silently. But these branches were not aimed at the Archdruid, on the contrary, their target was other people. Malfurion warned them again, but only the humans seemed to notice him.The man stared dumbfounded at Malfurion's terrifying form.What he wanted to say to the two fighters raised the archdruid's hopes... Suddenly, a huge emerald power swept across the entire area. The evil shadow tree flinched, but still maintained its posture.However, the frontier of the mist began to recede, but the fear that only Malfurion could feel remained there, looking for a safe habitat in the place covered by ugliness. Tyrande and Sora stopped fighting, staring in surprise at the human's outstretched fingers.Although Malfurion could not see their movements clearly, he understood the menacing situation better than they did through other senses. The sky is full of dragons, Ysera's dragons.In this land of despair, they all remain pure, and in doing so they stand against the Nightmare and its evil master. More importantly, they came to rescue him. This was not what Malfurion wanted.The dragon is taking risks.And there was nothing he could do but take comfort in watching the nightmare begin to recoil before them.What had been planned by the Archdruid as a distraction from the Nightmare Lord had now turned into a real rescue.The Aspect knew very well that she could no longer trust the orcs and follow the plan.Tyrande's intervention inadvertently nearly caused a catastrophe. The mist receded as if it had been burned.Ysera's servants cast their spells so hard that the tendrils of the evil mist receded and the dream returned.The parasite melted under the dragon's powerful emerald aura and disappeared, and the grass and trees were restored. And at this moment, Sora started her unfinished mission again.She pushed aside the exhausted Tyrande and the humans who were pulling her desperately. Malfurion drove her into the palace, and watched her raise the axe. After noticing her actions, the priestess immediately emitted the light of the moon god to stop the orcs. The shadow tree moved.Malfurion realized that Tyrande had never believed that she could be controlled.In desperation, Malfurion began to drive another tree root, which was another branch extended after he extended the previous tree root beyond the prison.That one was meant to help Sora, not Tyrande, and now this one had to be used to distract the night elf, even for a crucial second. At a critical moment, another savior of Malfurion suddenly appeared in the small open space. Although he changed his body, the trapped archdruid recognized him at a glance.Blore, the huge druid in cat form, galloped towards Tyrande and successfully aroused the latter's vigilance.He did this because he knew Malfurion's ultimate intentions.Malfurion was not surprised, for he could clearly see that the druid was accompanied by a green dragon. He showed up as planned.Startled, Tyrande lost her chance. Sora swung the big axe.The shadow tree of the Nightmare King reacted too slowly. The ax looked down, just as Malfurion had hoped.Pain ran through his body, but it was easily overcome compared with the freewheeling abuse he suffered from his captor for days.Most importantly, in striking Shuder, the ax - forged by Cenarius, imbued with the life force of Azeroth - also dispelled the unsuspecting attack on Malfurion and imprisoned him. curse. With a wail of relief, not pain, Malfurion was finally free from his fetid prison.The black prickly leaves receded, and the trunk that had been his arm and hand gradually straightened and no longer curled up.The roots retracted, turned back into feet, and then parted to become legs. The dark, sickly green that had once engulfed him in his hideous skin had burned away, replaced by the brilliant emerald of his dream form. No... the voice of the Nightmare Lord.It can't be as simple as that... The shadows of some branches passed across Malfurion's chest.Tiny though they might be—or were—the night elf felt as if his chest was being squeezed.As he felt his enemy invade his mind and soul again.His sense of joy at escape was gone. "Malfurion!" Tyrande yelled.She and Blore rushed to the tormented Archdruid.To their credit, humans have followed suit. Sora stood there dumbfounded, the results of her attack going against her expectations almost completely.Her expression is exactly the same as that of those who momentarily feel that they have been deceived. More shadow branches reached out, brushing past those rushing to save Malfurion.Realizing greater danger, Sola glanced towards a shadow that was wrapping around the druid's chest before her eyes. The wood hissed as it touched the shadow.A shadowy branch recedes as if it were a solid object.It stops some distance away, gradually disappearing into nothingness. The Nightmare Lord roared, nearly choking Malfurion. The ground split at Sora's feet.Shadow roots grabbed her legs, and the orc uttered a cry.The ax held in one hand swings in the air.The other hand seemed to have lost all strength. Nightmare is here to snatch Brox's axe.Malfurion struggled to help her, but the shadow pressed his chest tighter and tighter. Come here... he heard his captor whisper. But the archdruid did not want to succumb to the darkness.He tensed his body against the darkness as hard as he could. Green dragons purify the realm of nightmare dreams all around them.The only tendril that didn't flinch was the one around Malfurion and the Shadow Tree.But even though the situation of the battle was so clear, the Nightmare King was still unwilling to let him go. Malfurion understood why.Nightmare Dreamland needs him.Because he is the nourishment of nightmares and the key to Azeroth. But other people understand this too.The Shadow Tree is suddenly immersed in the energy of pure nature and dreams.The Shadow Tree trembled as the night elves recovered from the bath of pure energy. Only one village could generate such profound energy in the archdruid's mind, and he looked up to see her hovering above. "Not a shadow of uncleanness shall remain in my realm!" Ysera yelled.Her eyes were shut, but Malfurion knew that she was watching more keenly than anyone else, and under her gaze her enemies would have nowhere to hide. "None of my children will go to the nightmare dreamland..." Ysera opened her eyes.Her gaze flickered, and though Malfurion didn't seem to be looking at all at all, he could sense the frustration and terror of his captor.The shadow branch receded from the druid. A green dragon flew over the small clearing.Ysera's servants use magic to cheer everyone up, including Sora.It didn't matter if Malfurion was in dream form.The dragon's magic tugged at him as if he were flesh and blood. But as they were being led up into the sky, the archdruid heard a dragon's wail, and the sound came from another mist nearby.Malfurion glimpsed Ysera's gigantic consort. Eranikus. Malfurion thought about the green dragon's haunting past, and occasionally felt his presence when he was trapped.The once-fallen male dragon apparently returned to the Nightmare Dreamland with great confidence. Now it found him.Hundreds of terrifying hands of mist grabbed him tightly.In an instant, all that could be seen was the head, a front paw, and a wing.He looked at Ysera in horror. Ysera moved.She turned to rescue her partner, and for just a moment, she turned her attention away from the nightmare dream— And at this moment, the shadow tree swelled to a terrifying size and grabbed her. The trunk devoured Ysera ferociously.Before she could react, they were pulling her back, into the mist. At this moment, Eranikus laughed like a beast.His shape shifted... into the evil Lethorne.Lethorn's foul-smelling face taunted the guardians who were stunned in front of the fallen green dragon. Half a moment later, Ysera disappeared into the powerful phantom of the nightmare dream... The other dragons flew to the rescue of their queen at once, but the nightmare dream surged forward again, with a ferocity that not even Malfurion had ever seen, like a thousand giant sea monsters, in the mist. Tendrils reached out to the unsuspecting dragons.Before the remaining green dragons reluctantly retreated, two more dragons were captured. Malfurion screamed as he refused to see what had just happened.If it wasn't for Ysera's desire to save him, she wouldn't have been captured either. The nightmare dreamland expanded, tendrils flapping, and rushed at its foe with furious torrent speed.At this point there is no choice but to escape. However, even knowing this, the archdruid was still out of the protection of the green dragon magic.He could not - and would not - leave Ysera a prisoner of this terrible power. At this time, although the mist continued to move forward, it was somewhat dispelled.The dragons surrounding the green dragon saw this as a sign of weakness.Grabbing Ysera in time of light may have made Nightmare Dreams use too much energy. Malfurion tried to warn the reckless beasts, but it was too late.Another dragon rushed eagerly into the mist, only to allow the tendrils to grab her more easily, and she was swallowed whole, as before. The remaining dragons were forced to retreat.In fact, Malfurion could sense that the evil antagonists were being forced to retreat too.It seemed that they were facing a brand new and even more terrifying opponent.Giant dragons, ancient trees, druids... If they don't want to join the lost team, they can only retreat. However, as they retreated, the mist gradually receded.Slowly, the landscape that was once the Emerald Dream has deformed and become more distant, and the once-proud mountains are now black spots, and pests run rampant on them, like huge bird's nests Same.The trees had lost most of their leaves.The tree is covered with red sucking objects that move like mouths and teeth.The trunk twisted and deformed.It's like a constant search for any unwary who might try to step into their realm. The ground is not only crawling with bugs and other crawling creatures, but also with those disgusting thick juices flowing from the cracks and everywhere.The stench of decay made the air worse than ever. And the Nightmare Dream finally revealed to others what Malfurion had known, finally what it had kept hidden for so long.He had hoped that with his escape, the nightmare would be less evil.But not like this.In fact, it had grown more terrifying than his captor had previously shown him. Wherever the Mists are, they will all be together.Their queues expand everywhere.He knows much more than that.To make matters worse, they were multiplying twice as fast, with every face close to his own in agony and longing. They are unconscious sleepers, but they are much more than that.Malfurion has fought demons, as well as plagues of undeath.These terrifying replicas of sleepers are in sharp contrast to the gentleness before.Sleepers have been sucked out of their souls, and as such, their forms reflect souls.As they moved, their spirits flowed with destructive pain that reminded Malfurion of the endless torment they had suffered in the past.Their desiccated flesh hangs from their skulls.Their mouths opened in a constant scream, unnaturally wide.Their eyes sunk into their skulls, glaring in disgust at those who did not share their pain. More and more sleepers came over, and their number was extremely large.They are splintered from the dreadful dreams of every Sleeper, so that their number continues without ceasing.They stretched out their clawed hands as they moved, moving forward...forward... Malfurion knew why the Sleepers had come, and what they longed for.His captors not only showed him the unending pain he inflicted on them, but also let him know that he was telling them how to save themselves.For them, the only way to relieve pain, even for a moment, is to penetrate and touch the bones of those who have not yet surrendered to the nightmare dream... The power of dreams is without error, without fear. But that was just a false wish, a wish they could never really get.It's just the strategy that drives them forward, makes them so desperate to grab their friends and their loved ones and make them all submit to the nightmare. Malfurion knew this, though most of them had been so friendly...their nightmares themselves would not hesitate to lead Azeroth to its destruction. Their numbers continue to expand, continue to expand.The remaining Aspects were nothing to them.Although these giant dragons are constantly attacking, they are just a stream of fine sand, which cannot affect the direction of the flood at all. Malfurion knew why.He also knew that he was under the control of the Nightmare Lord the whole time.In the archdruid's wisdom, he simply gave the evil shadow what it expected.But the night elf has surrendered to his captor, like one of many fallen... "We must evacuate this place!" an older dragon shouted to the rest. "We must regroup!" Reorganize the alliance?Malfurion asked silently.He's still terrified of the part he's playing.Is there any intention here? Nightmare Dreamland never actually wanted him.Yes, its owner had, but that was just a personal wish, nothing compared to the ultimate need. Malfurion was just bait.His rights, his connection to Azeroth and the Emerald Dream, none of these could satisfy the Nightmare's long-cherished desires that never really came true, and as such, Shadow needed a magical and connected to both worlds. The most closely associated connectome. Nightmare has always wanted the Queen of the Emerald Dream.