Chapter 20 Chapter 19 Awakening to the Nightmare

There is no hope.Malfurion had only experienced such despair once in his long existence.That was still in the ancient war period. The green dragon dispatched by Ysera has always carried him, Tyrande, Blore, Luken, and Sora who escaped from the tragedy.Not only was the green dragon retreating, but even the guardians of the Emerald Dream below experienced utter chaos after realizing what had happened.Their morale was as low as Malfurion's, if not lower.They know they are slowly disappearing, but at the moment they see that their efforts can only be called lies.The Nightmare Dreamland had played with them, it was waiting for its time.

And for Ysera...she can do anything!Why did she take the risk to save me?Yes, Ysera was caught entirely by Lythorne's deceit, but she would not have been the first to meet him if she hadn't been somehow trying to figure out that Malfurion had escaped. dangerous. "It's after us!" Tyrande yelled. She told the terrible truth.In his mind, Malfurion had seen the glowing shape of another druid in dream form.He was not caught by the tendrils of the shadow tree, but by the victim of a previous nightmarish dream.The clawlike palms tore at the night elf in dream form as if he were made of brittle fabric.He screamed as he was torn to a thousand pieces.

But a moment later, Malfurion saw the druid standing in front of the huge cloud in the nightmare dream.His dream form was now dark and haggard.Fallen, he was now extending his twisted fingers to the nearest defenders, waiting for them to join him. Yet, however dire the consequences of his defeat, and however slim the chances of victory, the Archdruid knew he could not give in, that he could not send another man into a nightmare of nightmares after he had escaped so many times. . But as he struggled to escape, the green dragon yelled at him, "It's not time yet! She hasn't given up so you can't give up either! My queen emphasized to us before attacking, you have nothing to do with Azeroth Speech is worth more than she is, and though we doubt it, we must obey her orders!"

"'More valuable'?" Malfurion couldn't believe it. "Stay away from the nightmare dream as much as you can, because it's affecting her mind!" He struggled harder, finally feeling her hold on his dream form loose. Tyrande sensed what he was doing.She went to the archdruid. "Malfurion! Don't do this!" Her hand passed through his dream form.Malfurion tried not to pay attention to her.Part of him wanted to be with Tyrande, but his calling was not there. However, to his dismay, the surroundings began to recede around him.It was too late, and the archdruid suddenly realized that other changes had begun in his body while he was looking to free himself from the green dragon's spell.

"No!" Malfurion tried to stop the inevitable. "No!" The archdruid sat up in surprise.Pain ran through his body, and he grabbed his chest and began to roll. He was back where his body was, an unintended consequence of his efforts.This kind of result will come sooner or later, the connection between his body and dream form is very strong by nature. But something is not right.Malfurion gritted his teeth, resisting the pain.Is this the result of his absence for so long? The archdruid let out a piercing cry as he resisted the pain.Behind his thoughts, he realized that he simply wouldn't be able to live this long without the help of other people.

His body is in an appropriately shaped container.He can feel it.He also felt Elune's touch, a force that the night elves knew very well, channeled through Tyrande.Malfurion had no doubts about that, and his lover had set out to find the strength to rescue him. However, despite his roar, no priestess came to his aid. Slowly, he eased up.As all this happened, Malfurion suddenly realized that there were some things only an experienced archdruid with his highly coordinated skills could feel. The source of his pain - and what had been killing him all along - was a very small puff of powder.It was easy for him to determine the ingredients of this magic-enhanced herb.It is morning wheat (1).Morningglow is said to have been used in some primitive spells.But the herbs themselves are powerful, and some people are still not satisfied with their natural medicinal powers.And the subtle incantation surrounding the herbs was enough to cause Malfurion's slow but sure death.

But whoever is doing this is underestimating the healing light of Luna.The work of the priestess is enough to ensure that Malfurion's physical functioning is not disturbed.Although the poison will have an effect in the end. Malfurion concentrated on the powder, which he gathered together as it spread through his body, and made a festering ball out of it— Suddenly the archdruid vomited. He didn't know the specific scope of its existence, but he felt that its terrible influence was weakening.Malfurion gasped, and he slowly lifted himself to his feet again. Only at this time, he could see the two priestesses.They sat cross-legged on the floor of his den.They were all alive, but unconscious.To make matters worse, they were all twitching and occasionally murmuring horribly.

And now the den was filled with eerily all-too-familiar tentacles of the mist. Malfurion thought hard again, trying to return to his dream form.But now he walked cautiously through the fog towards the entrance.There was nothing he could do for the two priestesses, at least not for now.The archdruid needs to know how dangerous the mist is to Moonglade. However, when he walked out, what he saw proved him wrong.Moonglade is completely shrouded in mist, which makes it look more like a graveyard.Even more disturbing was the fact that no sound was heard, not even crickets. The night elf walked cautiously through the vegetation to another den.He slid in.

A still figure in a familiar robe came into view.The hood makes it difficult to see the sleeper's face.Malfurion knelt beside the druid, touching his wrist. It feels cold to the touch. Malfurion took off his hood quickly. The astonished mouth of the corpse made the archdruid tremble.The den-dweller apparently sent his dream form to the Emerald Dream and never returned.Malfurion wondered if the unfortunate was one of those who struggled with nightmare dreams, or if she had been consumed by them before then. Unable to do anything for the dead druids at this moment, Malfurion withdrew from the den.He wondered how many of these bodies there were in other shelters.

Knowing that he had more opportunities to help the living than the dead, Malfurion considered the best course of action.He stopped thinking.Moonglade has been polluted.In order to return to the middle zone of his dream form, he must take risks.He had to go elsewhere, find other rebels. First, he needs to find out what happened to Tyrande and her companions.They entered the Emerald Dream in physical form.To Malfurion, this meant entrance.The closest entrance to the Dream and Nightmare Dreams is in Ashenvale. No sooner had he decided to go there, intending to assume the form of the Stormcrow, than he realized that what he was doing was the exact opposite of what he was trying to do to escape the nightmare.Despite his long captivity, Malfurion knew that the will of his nation was planning a new settlement to the west, an island close to sea level.Even through his nightmare dreams, Malfurion could sense the prodigious efforts of the other druids.Unfortunately, he was unable to detect the results of these efforts while trying to keep his concealment from the Nightmare Lord.He only saw some signs and something suspicious...

The night elf looked around at the barren woodland.There was no sign of any Remulos.Of course, the Moonglade guards were supposed to show up when they sensed Malfurion's presence.Malfurion came to a conclusion, but still could not find the Son of Cenarius.Did Remulos join the ranks of the other druids? Ironically, his last night on Azeroth was as lonely as he was when he became a prisoner of the Nightmare Lord.He was beginning to think about it now—again, wondering why he wasted so much time instead of acting now. Malfurion concentrated, and in an instant, his surroundings shook...and that's when he saw the real danger. He has been dreaming white like a dream.This is not his action.The Nightmare Dream is so powerful that it has saturated Moonglade.Caught in concern for the others, the archdruid did not notice that he had begun to enter the half-sleeping place.It was likely that the priestesses had been protecting his body all along. But Nightmare Dreamland wasn't happy with that.Malfurion staggered, only to find himself under attack from the woodland itself. Grass wrapped around his legs, torso and arms.The tree bent down and suffocated her.All of this, tainted by the familiar dark decay he'd seen in the Emerald Dream... this was the waking world.The Nightmare Lord is using Ysera's mighty power to break the last barrier between dreams and reality. After a while, Malfurion decided to accept his fate.He is responsible for Ysera's fall, for the dangers of Azeroth.It's just that when Tyrande's trusting face appeared in his mind, this thought quickly receded. The archdruid concentrated.It's not in your nature, he warned grass and trees.It's a distortion of what you are... He felt the grass begin to loosen.Still the tree didn't respond.They began to shake the roots, as if to free themselves, though they were still trying to get closer to Malfurion.Meanwhile, the bark shook to form the night elf's own bearded visage, teasing him. "It's not in your nature," Malfurion said aloud now, focusing his millennial training on plants. "This is a peaceful, serene place...a land that touches the heart of Azeroth, and is touched by it in turn..." Grass let him go.The tree trembled suddenly.Its face disappeared from the bark. Moonglade was peaceful again, but still shrouded in mist. Malfurion took a deep breath.The Nightmare Lord is mostly aimed at him.Fortunately, evil underestimated the Archdruid at this point. One thing had settled down, for Malfurion.Now he had to go back to the Emerald Dream - the rest of the Emerald Dream - before it was too late.The green dragon that carried him had told him how Ysera felt, that he was more important to the situation, important enough to make her risk everything for him. Malfurion let out a howl of defeat.He is nothing compared to the Mistress of the Emerald Dream.And, for her sacrifice, he owes her as much as he owes Azeroth for what the Nightmare Lord has done in his captivity. He wondered why the nightmare dream didn't swallow the world.Its master has Ysera, why wait?What else could have brought his captors to ultimate victory? I won't find an answer here, if anything!He reminded himself angrily.Any answers are elsewhere... Without any further hesitation, the Archdruid transformed into a Stormcrow.Malfurion flew into the sky, howling over Moonglade.His wings beat vigorously, and as he flew higher and higher— But at this moment, in a place covered with dark clouds, he stopped suddenly.The sharp eyes froze after seeing the scene below.The sight made the crow start crying.Maybe he was wrong, after all.Perhaps his hope, the hope that he still had a chance of winning, was just the last nightmare thrown at him by his sneering enemies. The mist doesn't just hang over Moonglade.It looms over a vast expanse of land far beyond Moonglade. In fact...it covers all of Azeroth that Malfurion can see (2). "Malfurion!" Tyrande called, looking at Blore. "What happened to him?" "He must have returned to his old body! He should—" The green dragon, carrying them, stopped suddenly, and without warning, the nightmare fog surrounded them. A terrifying flying posture gradually materialized. "Nightmare wishes for these species...especially the female night elves..." cooed the foul-smelling dragon Emeris.Her sickly, rotting body took over the air before them. "Fate to fate...Azeroth and Nightmare are now one..." "What nonsense are you talking about!" another dragon retorted.vented his anger. It was like flames, but more terrifying than flames.When it hit Emeris, the rotting dragon howled in pain, her body glowing as if suddenly covered in a million fireflies. Ysera's guards did not wait.She dashed toward her foe in high spirits. But a howl of anger hinted that Emeris was out of her misery.Moments later the rotting monstrosity charged at them. "She was flying too fast. And I was contending with forces I couldn't even see, which slowed me down," the dragon complained. "There's only one thing I can do." The magic that surrounded them flickered so brightly that the night elves had to close their eyes. "Find your Malfurion Stormrage!" the savior called to them. "My master will not die!" At the same time, she pointed upwards. Surrounded by her spell, they were spared from harm.Blore saw what she was pointing at before everyone else. "Entrance! She sends us to—" Before they finished talking, they had already passed through. The moment they returned to Azeroth, the magic was dispelled. The dragon doesn't want them to be harmed in their land.They appeared at the entrance just inches from the ground, at which point the spell disappeared. Everyone ran over except Luken.However, as Blore approached the entrance, the energy... froze. "Impossible..." he muttered.The druid leaped towards the entrance, and stretched out a hand towards the magical opening. It was like hitting a steel door.Blore grinned at the pain of his rashness. The priestess joined him. "Can't we go in?" "Yeah...maybe she's closed to us...or something's sealed it so we can't get in..." Tyrande shook his head. "She risked her life to get us to safety...for Malfurion." The druid looked over her shoulder. "Whether she delivered us to safety is still a question..." Everyone turned to Sora.The orc held Brox's ax in his hand.She looked at the other three people warily. "Where is he? Where is Malfurion Stormrage?" she asked. Her question sent Tyrande stepping up to the huge green warrior.The priestess flashed the light of Elune as Sora approached. "He is no longer within your reach, female assassin!" Sora glared... Then, to everyone's surprise, the orc dropped her weapon suddenly.She looked extremely tired. "He's the one who kept me looking for him...he lied to me. Why does he want to die?" The night elves looked at each other. "He's not asking for death, really not," Tyrande told her. "He needs your ax to break the spell, I think..." The orc collapsed limply. "So... my aim is wrong... I have nothing." "I'm sorry." Luken interrupted her, and everyone turned to him. "Is he coming towards us?" Everyone else looked in the direction he was pointing.It was Blore who became aware of the tall figure. "Nayyar!" he exclaimed happily. "you--" "Get away from him!" cried Tyrande, dragging him back. The ancient tree let out a nerve-piercing laugh.As he approached, the bacteria-stained body stood out.His leaves are rotten, and his eyes glow black. "He wants you back..." The tall figure panted. His eyes turned to Tyrande. "Retreat!" the priestess began to pray. Nayar's huge arm swept across them.Blore pushed the others back, and though it was just a hasty blow, it was still powerful enough to knock him over. The ancient tree walked towards the fallen night elf.Tyrande stood in front of Blore with a serious expression. "I'm sorry, Nayar..." Elune's light shot right at the corrupted ancient tree.Nayar fell... "He needs you so much this time," Nayyar sneered. "Azeroth is his...final..." With his words, the fog thickened.Clear shapes emerged from the mist.The all-too-familiar greedy palms, perpetually screaming mouth, and desperate, hungry eyes. The slaves of the Nightmare Dream surrounded them.The four of them were close together.Nayar let out a sharp laugh. Blore blinked.He is in an unusual battle at the moment.In his hand was a familiar object.Statue of Remulos.Druid shook his head.This is another dreamland!This is another scam! But his surroundings continued.To make matters worse, he heard voices calling for help from nearby.With his good judgment, he looked there— Tyrande knelt beside a stone pile.She is crying. Malfurion was buried here. He is dead.Although the priestess could no longer recall the cause of his death.All she knew was that she longed for him, for the life they had never been allowed to be together. "No!" Tyrande yelled angrily, standing up. "I am not deceived! None of us are deceived!" She looked to the sky, where the moon was round and bright.The priestess reached out to the moon, to Elune. "Please give me this wish in advance! Give me a light that I have never had before..." Tyrande knew her hopes were wrong—indeed, her entire perception of the environment was wrong—but a painful decision took hold of her thoughts.She wants Malfurion back!She wants to! The light of the goddess of the moon emanates from her, and she points to the stone pile.Silver light enveloped it. A bony hand stretched out. Tyrande tried to stop the spell, but the spell continued to feed the stone pile with the light of Elune.The hand pushed away more stones, and although the gift from the Moon Goddess was silver light, the dead body shone with a terrifying green light. Then, with a rumbling sound, the pile of stones cracked open.Stones flooded Tyrande. From the ruined tomb, a devilish Malfurion rose. Sora is surrounded by the elders of Orgrimmar.She felt self-conscious in their presence, but above them stood Thrall of the Gundam.He looked at her with a terrible expression, disappointed.Disappointed and angry. "You have dishonored your kin," Thrall announced. "You have been given a great weapon to avenge Brox Shigar with a blood curse!" She fell to her knees. "I failed. I know. But the night elves—" "The living are mocking you, and the blood of Brox Shigar still runs on his stinking hands!" Sora didn't answer. The orc leader stood up. "You are no longer fit to wear the ax that symbolizes honor, hand it over!" Sora lowered his head and handed the ax to Thrall.When the ax left her hand, a sense of guilt ran through her body. Thrall raised the weapon, admiring its perfect craftsmanship.Gripping the ax tightly, he looked at the female orc. "And now, you need to make up for your mistakes..." He raised the ax high, ready to deal her a fatal blow— Luken waited for his companion.They stood like statues, their eyes half-closed.Their eyes seem to be out of focus. They fell into a nightmare dream. Why he wasn't like them was the question, and he didn't know the answer.Probably because he's not much of a threat to Nightmare Dreams.Even now, the last thing draftsmen want to do is hide. In desperation, it seemed the wisest option for him. The human captured his three companions.He wished he had a firm enough grip.They didn't even move, but Lucan didn't have time to care about their situation. He tried to do things he hadn't done before.Once or twice, however, his lucid desire enabled him to exert its rare power. The slaves of the nightmare fell to the helpless four—— Lucan and his companions all disappeared. They flashed into the Emerald Dream, the last place Lucan wanted to return to.He was sure that Nightmare would come here looking for them too. The rest began to emerge from their respective nightmares.They look very tired and disoriented from time to time. Only Luken was left to notice that the shadow suddenly attacked them.He looked up. "What do you want me to do now?" Eranikus growled. Remark: (1) The original book is "Morrowgrain", which was determined to be the original English text of Chenguangmai after consulting the information, and it was replaced for the convenience of readers. (2) Added the word "the area" in the original text to make its semantics smooth and avoid the language problems in the original text.