Chapter 26 Chapter 25 Choice

Even though Lucan didn't realize what was going on, they had already come to Azeroth.The only thing that feels familiar to them is that the world is pretty much the same everywhere... a loathsome fog of nightmares. A strong hand gripped his collar.Sora stood leaning against the nearest place, the angry orc panting heavily. "Tomahawk! What are you going to do with that ax?" "I do not know what you're talking about!" Sora held out her other hand towards her, which suddenly became a dangerous fist. "Broxiga's axe! It's not with us! It was in my hand just now—it's gone now!"

"Are you sure you have no defense?" The orc's answer made him speechless immediately: "Before you made this move! I have been holding it!" Lucan couldn't be more clear about their current position.The mountainous terrain is full of dangerous valleys and deserted landmarks.There were also some shrubs, and a big, ugly tree on the hill—the cartographer swallowed.The plants that grow around this tree are lifeless.Indeed, all the vegetation around him was far less lush than it was. But that tree didn't bother Luken too much.Because in the dense fog, he could probably see a silhouette clearly.

Like the skeleton of a giant's hand. Now he felt he understood how and why the ax could be taken.Some things want to stand still, but some things are going on under the control of mana. "We have to go!" he blurted out. "I want my battle ax back!" Sora insisted, at this moment she didn't realize what Luken had found. There was a crackling sound and they stopped arguing. The ground beneath their feet began to move, as if something huge was digging a tunnel beneath it.Just then, some shadows that looked like night elves and ghosts appeared in the thick fog. A shadow began to crack and extend, searching for Lucan's ankle.However, Sora grabbed it first, and the huge section at the end popped open.It was as if frozen blood spurted from the split ends.

The remaining roots withdrew, but others came forward.The orc swung at the oncoming shadowy roots. With a sudden lunge, Sola stabbed the thing in his hand into the dim figure. Shadow hissed and disappeared. But there are more and more shadows coming to them.Sora looked at Luken, "Too many! If I had my battle ax—" She stopped suddenly because she saw the human expression.Lucan stared at a crack created by those roots.His face, if it may be called, was paler than it had ever been. The orc grabbed his arm, trying to pull his mind back through the rift.Luken grabbed her too. "We have to get rid of these nightmares!"

Sora pierced another shadow, and she watched him disapprovingly as it faded away. "Teleport us!" The shadows disappeared... They were surrounded by that very familiar emerald green again. But it's not just the two of them. "Again?" Eranikus growled.His rage made the caves around him tremble.The green dragon spread her wings and shattered some stalactites. "I don't want to be this crazy! I warn you!" "I can't do anything!" Luken replied. "I want to escape from them - I want to go to a safe place! I have no idea how it manages to bring you to you again and again!"

"Close to me and you will not be safe!" Eranikus lowered his head and approached them. "You and the orcs are the same, even with magical weapons..." "I don't have that battleaxe anymore," Sora growled under her breath, shoving the green dragon's gigantic dragon with both her hands. "It was lost like this when the High Priestess bravely sacrificed herself to free my mother from the fallen dragon!" "Fallen dragons? Did you speak to Lethorn and Emeris? That night elf left herself to those two dreadful dragons...the battle-axe too?"

"There's nothing you can do—" Luken said, but Ysera's consort didn't want to hear him anymore. "Unless I'm incapable, I won't give up..." The green behemoth hissed like he was talking to himself. "I can't sleep...I can't forget...she lost..." The worried dragon let out a howl.Sora and Lucan desperately searched for a place to hide, as Eranikus was completely silent in grief. As the echo of his last wail echoed for a long time, the dragon turned its attention back to the two little things.His expression is elusive. "There seems to be only one way we can stop bothering me..."

Eranikus walked up to them both. "Your arm..." Malfurion asked quietly. "What happened to your arm?" Remulos looked at it.His eyes were full of confusion. "A little injury. You should be able to trust me." "He wasn't here until I woke up," Blore explained. "We were so engrossed in the spell, and we were amazed by it." "It is also an honor to these two useless druids you have taught." The son of Cenarius pointed his spear at Malfurion. "But we don't have time for further discussions, Malfurion - my father's beloved student! There is only one way to help you, and we need to leave now!"

Malfurion looked at the others. "I can't go now—" "Arch Druid, you know that your Tyrande is still in the hands of Nightmare..." "I know very well—" "You know the real name of the Nightmare Lord." Remulos was full of fear when he said the title, but Malfurion hid that fear deeply in his heart. "A cruel creature once called Harves! The same Harves - as you mentioned to me before - was your Queen Azshara's acolyte who helped the Burning Legion come to Azeroth, so this It also makes me very sad..." Even after a thousand years, Malfurion recalled everything about Cenarius' sacrifice on the battlefield and how Malfurion himself survived—the white stag—the death of Malorne and the demon Archmon In a one-on-one battle with Germany.Malorne was the biological father of Cenarius and, then, the ancestor of Remulos.

"Tyrande is with Harveys..." Remulos continued. "...he also possesses the Brox battle-axe that my father forged..." Even though Blore and Hamuul might have realized something from this news, the blow to Malfurion was far greater than them.He knew exactly what she had to do, despite everything being at stake. The archdruid turned to Blore and ordered, "Blore, I must ask you to lead the druids and others after I leave. Hamuul, I will give you many things to do , but you must help him too if you can. Can I count on you both?" When they both bowed their heads and bowed to accept the order, Malfurion said to Remulos, "Tyrande and the battle-axe In one place? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. In the most hidden place of the nightmare." "Then I need to enter Fandral's entrance." The keeper of the forest shook the horns on his head. "No, I have another method." Malfurion's brow arched (1). "You do it?" "That's how I got here." Remulos drew a large circle with the tip of his spear.No sooner had he finished than the circle began to flash, a dark green flame burning around its edges. The King of the Forest muttered something under his breath, but Malfurion couldn't hear him at all.Then the circle continued to expand until it could accommodate the two of them side by side. "Come here!" Remulos demanded. Blore, who looked worried, came to Malfurion. "don't want--" "It's all right." The druid pointed to Fandral's entrance. "To do what needs to be done." As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into Remulos' circle. A cold wind blew through them, and they were in the realm of nightmares.Malfurion sensed danger approaching them, the evil dark forces had blocked and reorganized his dreams.He kept thinking about what Harves would do to Tyrande, and how Tyrande would fight her fellow night elves. "Be careful..." Remulos whispered. "A giant dragon is approaching... I think it should be Emeris..." Malfurion also sensed something approaching, and he believed Cenarius' son was right.But it sensed something more.Besides the dragon, something else is approaching too.Because he felt something close to him.His heart suddenly started beating violently. Tyrande... However, Remulos didn't notice this. "The Ax of Brox is here. We must hurry! If the Nightmare manages to capture its power, it will become a greater threat, but if we get it back, we can catch up before Ysera Jana Before I can't suppress the nightmare, go help Ysera..." Malfurion frowned. "Can't you get the tomahawk yourself?" "This fallen branch is our last trump card. It will lead us to fight the dragon and take the battleaxe...and free your Tyrande, my friend..." The archdruid nodded solemnly, letting the guardian of the forest lead the way.Malfurion observed his surroundings as he walked. "So quiet...why?" "Maybe it's because the Nightmare Lord is worried about your app army." Remulos replied without looking back. "Emoris is guarding the battle ax and the high priestess, what is there to worry about here and there?" "If the battle-axe is so important to the nightmare, there must be more than one dragon guarding the battle-axe and Tyrande for a long time," Malfurion said. "I knew I shouldn't have left them so carelessly...especially her..." "Your belief in love is commendable, but don't underestimate the power of the fallen dragon! Besides, there are many secret parties in the nightmare, and they will appear when the time comes..." The archdruid didn't answer him, when they heard heavy breathing.Malfurion's heart beat faster with that terrible breathing sound, because he knew it was Emeris. "Get ready!" whispered Remulos, "one of us must take cover..." Its huge silhouette is visible in dim light, its wings covering its front.The realization of Emeris looked towards its front feet...it was probably the legendary battle axe. Malfurion looked behind him at this moment, and Remulos immediately made him focus. "Look over there! The dragon is very close! High Priestess!" Indeed, the female night elf in the dark silhouette, covered in dragon feathers, was very much like Tyrande.Malfurion gritted his teeth at the scene before him; Tyrande was suspended in the air a few feet above the ground, as if tied to an invisible pole or tree.Her limbs were pulled back tightly.To make matters worse, there were a bunch of shadow satyrs tearing her down underneath her.Their claws kept reaching for her. "Avoid Emeris and drive away those villains." Cenarius' son reconfirmed with him. "Prepare." Remulos raised her spear.The tip of the spear glowed green. The body of the dragon was also burning, emitting a similar light.In the bright light, its disease-ridden body became even more terrifying. While Malfurion's companion was still in place, he had already gestured for punishment.There are many creatures in the Emerald Dream, but they have not fallen like the disgusting dragons, and they have inherited some true temperaments passed down from their ancestors. New tendrils - vines - grew rapidly beneath Emeris.At this moment, they faced each other, and the dragon reacted immediately as if it had been burned.They grabbed the dragon's legs and tail first.She hisses now and then.Howling now and then, she paws at the plants and lights around her. Seemingly desperate, Emeris fought back against the vines.These vines turn yellow and then wither. When Malfurion thought of Remulos' injured body, he felt extremely guilty.Therefore, he also strengthened his attack mana. The tendrils grew taller and taller, and the blades became stronger and stronger.Emilys growled again.The flames also burned more violently. With the roar of the dragon's fury, the dragon flew into the air and escaped.But Remulos' magic still haunts it. The dragon slowly disappeared in the thick fog, and the shadowy satyrs began to turn towards them again.However, Remulos raised his spear again, and a similar light surrounded the demons.But unlike Emeris, they were fragile and disappeared in an instant. Malfurion looked at Tyrande, but Remulos stepped in front of him. "Tomahawk! Go get it!" Although Malfurion knew that Sola would never willingly give him the ax, the weapon lay there as if thrown away.Malfurion just wanted to know what had happened to Tyrande and if he was still alive. The faint green dot from the nightmare was still in front of Brox's axe, but there was another brighter green halo between the dot and the axe, which looked like the light from the axe. "We have to hurry," Remulos said. "Nightmare hasn't taken away the power of the battle-axe yet." "No..." Malfurion knelt beside the axe.Putting his hand on top of the axe, trying to feel what was happening.The archdruid was born with magical powers and was later taught by Cenarius, and his magic is also the main energy of Azeroth. "What are we going to do?" "You have to release the energy in the battle ax first. Then reorganize the energy into its original form." But the night elf suggested, "This may weaken the battleaxe, and may even destroy it completely." "I said that I will recover energy here, and then guard it, waiting for them to reorganize." Malfurion frowned. "It might be better if you do it first and I do it later. Because I'm afraid I'll bring you down." Remulos scraped the ground restlessly with his hooves. "You can't, Malfurion! Hurry up now! And Tyrande, you know?" "You do as I tell you!" Everything went so well.Malfurion jumped to his feet.When he came to himself, the green light that Remulos had used to attack the dragon and the satyr was still where he stood.Now, however, there is a layer of black covering it, and the atmosphere around the battleaxe is very much like energy from demons. Malfurion looked at Remulos...but he was not the Remulos he knew.His branches were still withered, obviously, as the keeper of the forest had said, had met Emeris too early...but the son of Cenarius was not a timid and fickle man. The leaves in his beard and hair were like a weed.His face was like a skeleton.Now his skin was pale as well.His eyes were horrific, turning wildly the colors of nightmares. He has fallen.Apparently, his new master had disguised him well, and within seconds Malfurion recalled their previous conversation, and the archdruid discovered that his old friend had initially said he had been corrupted by nightmares. However, his mind showed no signs of being affected. But Remulos wished too much for his companions to move, too much for Malfurion to have his sole attention on the ax and not on Tyrande.But Malfurion's full attention was on Tyrande, even before deciding to retrieve the axe. Remulos could not pick up the axe.Everything is so unnatural.This is why Malfurion is needed, and why only Emeris and Shadow Satyr are here to guard Tomahawk and Tyrande. As for Tyrande, she was just a decoy, just in case the battleaxe wasn't enough of a draw for Malfurion, ensuring the Archdruid would come here. Malfurion probably knew the truth when he came here.Things seemed to be going too well.At this time, Harveys and Nightmare underestimated him. They also underestimated the depth of the bond between him and his lover. Everything flashed through his mind one by one.Meanwhile, the archdruid was going to find his former friend for a fight.He turned into a terrifying bear and attacked with his paw.The forces of nature swelled within the archdruid, but the corrupt energies of the nightmare filled Remulos.The war between them became a protracted one. Then Remulos began to transform.His voice changed.To make matters worse, his eyes became deep black orbs streaked with red, all too familiar to Malfurion despite the separation of ten thousand years. "All your struggles are in vain this time..." The sound sent Malfurion shuddering, for he knew him very, very well.Almost without thinking, the archdruid returned to his true form, "Long time no see, Harveys..." "'Long time no see?' He's been imprisoned for ten thousand years!" Harveys/Remulos yelled, spitting. "Hold on to the chance to be free one day! When this continent burns, so do I, only to wait for my bark to heal and my branches to grow again! What you have to bear is what I have experienced in the past Everything!" "I'm sorry, then..." Malfurion said apologetically.He did it all perfectly, as well as his mentor. "If I could, I'd go back and change this..." Harveys/Remulos laughed shrilly. "But I don't expect this to change anymore! All the suffering, all the waiting... everything is worth it now! The continent of Azeroth will be reorganized, and everyone here will have to suffer a lot. I am the only one who can make everyone suffer endless torment and pain! How wonderful!" His claws began to dig into Malfurion's chest.He cried out in pain, but didn't flinch.He came to realize that Remulos was his enemy. But in front of Malfurion, nothing could threaten him.The son of Cenarius is now about to be completely consumed by nightmares, and his soul is so engulfed that there is no hope of delivering him. "I'm sorry," Malfurion said to himself. "Still a heart-rending fool!" laughed Harveys. But Malfurion made no apology to him.He took out what he had been looking for from the bag beside him.Immediately he threw it at Remulos, attacking Remulos' body. Cenarius' son roared.His skin had begun to stiffen, and the surface was covered with bark. This spell is often used to strengthen the druid's own skin against attacks.But Malfurion evolved it, turning it into a unique spell against the Burning Legion.A long time ago, he realized that every spell would have a weakness, if used in the original way.So he developed a powder made from the hardest part of the bark. Remulos' whole body became stiff.Now he is less like a living person than a statue.The anger in his eyes showed that he was clearly still the Nightmare Lord.He was transformed from Harveys into a tree: in fact he was still that poor Remulos.Malfurion wanted to stop the fight, but with tears streaming down his face he knew he had no choice but to use the most terrible magic. A painful cry came from Remulos' half-opened mouth, and he tried to throw the spear in his hand, but he failed. Malfurion stumbled to his feet, ignoring Remulos who was still there.He glanced at the tomahawk, and when he was sure his enemies would never have a chance to touch it again, he rushed to where it was not his lover's shadow, but where he had felt her in the first place. More than one thing confirmed his suspicions about Remulos.He realized that Remulos had deliberately led him away from Tyrande, simply to get him to the Tomahawk, and that was the crux of Nightmare's blunder. The Shadow Satyr jumped out of the thick fog and threw a cannonball made of himself at him.Malfurion transformed into a cat, tearing apart all flying enemies. Finally, he came to Tyrande.When he saw her, excitement, excitement and great fear filled his heart.She was hung there with her eyes closed.He knew she was alive, but he still wasn't sure if she had been corrupted. Malfurion, still in the shape of a cat, jumped to his feet.Although Tyrande was suspended in the air, it was no difficulty for him.Just as he got closer to her, he changed back to his original form.At the same time, he saw her body glow slightly, still silver.It is clear that the pure power of Elune, the moon goddess, has been protecting her. Although she is captured, the enemy has never had a chance to corrupt her. As soon as he touched her, she was released.Malfurion transformed into a huge bear and wrapped her huge arms around the high priestess until they reached the ground safely. At the same time, he found that she had been motionless, almost as she had done to Remulos—frozen. He stood up with his heels on the ground.Worse still, Malfurion heard the flapping of wings in alarm. Before, the fallen dragon had pretended to be driven away... Now, Malfurion suspected that Emeris must have returned at a moment when their plans were thwarted. Remulos jumped up before him.Although part of his body was still in the stiff bark, he moved very quickly.He glared at the night elf, and threw his spear at him. Malfurion responded quickly with magic, but the goal was to kill him.At this moment, he felt that not only his defense system was improving, but also his strength and sensitivity were also strengthening.This is the power of nature that druids speak of.All this Malfurion learned from Cenarius.Now, in order to protect himself, he will be forced to use this power to the benefit of Cenarius' son. Although Malfurion tried to dodge the flying spear, he was grazed by the spear.Though he defended with magic, its latent energy scalded Malfurion's bones.Even so, he slammed the spear to the ground with force. The great pain made him kneel on the ground.This move also happened to protect him from another attack by Remulos.Remulos kicked the tip of Malfurion's antler with his front hoof, and the antler broke and flew out. The night elf looked pained, he couldn't feel that Harveys was still inside Remulos, but he couldn't find where the real Remulos was either. Once again, the snatching hoof struck again, like another sharp spear, charged with tremendous energy, shining in the dark.Malfurion jumped to his feet, avoiding his hooves.He saw that the tip of his antler was broken and twisted into a ball.He couldn't imagine what would happen if such a hoof hit him directly. He pulled out another bag, found some special powders, and prayed to Cenarius for forgiveness for all he would do. With conviction, he threw the powder into the face of the fallen demigod. Remulos blocked the flying powder with his hand.Most of the powder burnt black and finally disappeared.But some still passed through his hands. Remulos sneezed. "It's a desperate fight—" Then Remulos' arrogant words just now turned into a scream.He looked down, and saw Malfurion holding his spear, the other end of which pierced his chest.All of Malfurion's strength was focused on the spear in his hand. Despite his protective measures, the spear burned his palm.But Malfurion did not let go.Instead, it stabbed deeper into Remulos' chest. Remulos struggled painfully between Malfurion and the spear.His chest began to burn as energy spurted from his burst veins. Then, the fallen guardian was left gasping... completely down. Malfurion drew the spear.Remulos was still breathing, but whether he would survive was another question. "I'm sorry..." the archdruid whispered, "then—" He was suddenly hit by a huge force.Horrific roars filled his ears. Emorys grabbed him like a doll.The fallen behemoth flew into the air. "There's only one way...you'll be ours!" she hissed. "You will part forever from the battleaxe in Azeroth, and give it to us—" Suddenly, an extremely dazzling silver light appeared in the sky, surrounding the two of them.He felt a strange feeling renewing his strength.All his wounds and pains—wounds from fighting Remulos, emotional pain—slowly faded away. But for Emeris, it seems the opposite is true.She growled and twisted violently. It was evident that the dragon was in such pain that she let go of Malfurion's claws.Malfurion transformed instantly, spread his wings, and landed on the ground. He saw Tyrande.Her face was contorted from too much concentration.Her legs trembled, but she stood firm, Elune's light shining on her. Emeris spun in circles, following Tyrande's command, her body began to dissipate, but the bright light made Tyrande recover from his weak breathing.Puzzle was written on the pale face of the giant dragon. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" she screamed at Tyrande. "I feel—I feel—" Her body became translucent and began to become more and more blurred.It almost merged with the surrounding dense fog. Malfurion came near Tyrande, changed back to his original form, and ran towards Tyrande.The moment her eyes failed, Malfurion held her in his arms, tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear again. Above them, Emeris gasped for breath.She hardly looked like a dragon now, the colossus dissipating little by little before Malfurion's eyes. Seeing that the dragon's body disappeared even faster, the high-ranking priestess lowered her hands. "I didn't expect it...it was so useful...of course not...not like this..." "I didn't expect anything to be useful, Tyrande?" She calmed herself down a bit: "I thought I had been corrupted, so I hoped that I could use Elune's healing spells to the maximum to get out of the corruption." Malfurion looked up at where Emeris had last circled. "I see." "Yes...she has nothing left but corruption...when I tried to heal her, she was nothing but a void." Arch Druid Ben Yao replied, but he sensed a new danger. "The shadows of Harveys are back. I suspect they are numerous. I must get you out of here quickly." "But the tomahawk!" She grabbed his arm, "Sora dropped it here—" "We needn't worry about it," Malfurion replied curtly.Instead, he ran to the spear, even though he knew that picking it up would cause excruciating pain.Then, between near Tyrande and the immobile Remulos, Malfurion wielded his spear like a corrupt forest keeper. A gap suddenly appeared between them. "Mal, think what you're doing! We need to pick up that tomahawk again! Now all I know is,! All I know is-" He suddenly yells at her and tells her to do as he bids.In the end, she could only reluctantly do so. She dragged Remulos with Malfurion close behind. The rift disappeared. The moment the rift disappeared, so did the Shadow Satyr.For a while, there was no sound around.Then the shadow tree ran towards the battle ax like flowing water. Dark shadows of skeletal branches covered the weapon, but could not grasp it.Even so, there is no sign of setbacks for the Nightmare Lord.Harveys can neither touch it, nor be hurt by it. The Nightmare Lord's laughter echoed in the shadows.Shude's shadow receded slowly, and thick fog surrounded the battle ax firmly. Remark: (1) In the original book, "Malfurion drew his bow." After comparing the original text, it was determined that it was a translation error, so I added the sloppy translation I completed myself.