Chapter 27 Chapter 26 A Nightmare in a Nightmare

King Varian stood with the other warriors, marching towards the nightmare.In the dark sky, some things are clear, some are very vague, some can be clearly identified, and some cannot. It wasn't just his call that the summoned warriors were waiting for, but Varian of Bloor was not a pompous man who thought his orders were necessary; in fact, he thought quite the opposite.Like no one else thought, he also wanted Malfurion to command the druid alliance. However, Blore's sudden appearance interrupted his thoughts.Blore told him he would be his liaison, which was good news for the Lord of Stormwind.As a show, they are equally brutal and vicious, and they know each other all too well.So when Blore warns her that that moment will come, the two quickly return to their previous roles as comrades-in-arms.

The army of dreams surged forward in the darkness.As the battle against the Nightmare wore on, so did the Shadow Satyrs, their claws more than a foot long. However, just before the first demons attacked, the druids and other allied forces took the lead in their attack.Since druids know dreams and nightmares best, they lead most of them.Silver flames lit up the surroundings, and they swept across this hell.Shadow satyrs were also burned to ashes. In the chaos, Varian's men fought.They are also smashing batches of satyrs, but unlike the nightmares in the ordinary world, the nightmares in reality will not bear the damage of the weapons in their hands.Here it is just the opposite, the dream is like a ribbon, the enemy is all in this old piece of cloth, and the defenders have pressed the piece of cloth to the ground with their feet, hooves and claws.

Druids fight with some plants that grow in the dream world.These Shude seeds rained down on the Nightmare Servant, and then germinated.A few seconds later, under the druid's spell, these races quickly organized the uncle and participated in the battle with satyr. A satyr slashes at the nearest tree.The cut tree, followed by a large stream of liquid.Although the satyr's body was not a corpse, the oozing liquid splashed on the demon, and the satyr let out a painful hiss. But it was not over, for the rest of the tree's branches also began to spew liquid, which burned the satyr.The Shadow Satyr tried to escape, but failed.Soon, the liquid swallowed him completely.

The trees all began to squeeze fluid from their bodies.The druids directed the downpour, and scorching droplets fell to every corner of the vast grassland.The shadow satyrs were all burned. The defeat of the Nightmare First Front galvanized these defenders.Although the enemy retreated step by step, they did not seem to intend to give up their positions.The bitter enemies wanted to go all the way, and they even removed the barriers that protected them.Never before in the War of the Ancients had so many different forces come together.Indeed, Malfurion summoned the creatures and his druids.It can be said that Azeroth is a whole at this time, more united than ever before.

But Varian and Blore were thinking that the battle seemed a bit too easy, and Blore tried his best to find out the mystery, because he felt that Nightmare would not be so easy to defeat. It didn't take long for their concerns to be proven correct.The fog began to change its form, just as Blore had feared... In these horrific dreams, the number of victims corrupted by nightmares was multiplying by the hundreds.Nightmare invades the dreams of innocents in terror, pulling them into their nightmares and enslaving them while they sleep.For defenders, the surrounding nightmare is even more terrifying.

"We must not let their presence impede our progress!" Blore urged Varian. "These are just dreams!" "I know..." the king answered gravely.He had mixed feelings, for he had seen his son and his dead wife who had become a nightmare, and Varian thrust his sword forward, slashing at the impact of his son, and thus he cut a bloody path, Even though his wife's appearance made him realize that it wasn't the real Anduin, he flinched a bit, but then he split his wife with the salameni and the effect wore off. They all knew it was part of a nightmare trap designed to demoralize the defenders.

Under the leadership of the king, the dream army continued to advance.Along the way, they paid a heavy price.But there was nothing they could do about it, and Varian and Blore could only pray that they would still have a brave heart when they saw their loved ones attacking them like crazy. Then, suddenly, one of the defenders uttered an indistinct cry.Varian looked aside him immediately, and he saw one of his soldiers from Stormwind - his dream form was a pale green - clutching his throat.The pained warrior lowered his weapon, and his dream form faded away.With his last breath, the soldier was corrupted.

His dream form vanished before he fell.There is no need to doubt, in Varian's mind, he is very clear that the man will not wake up easily again, maybe he is already dead... The second victim, a brutish orc warrior, was scratching his stomach, before falling and disappearing just like the human.With the third warrior dead, Varian came to Blore eagerly for a solution.However, to his surprise, a different voice, a different creature entered his mind. I am Hamuul, Varian Wrynn...you must be careful...the nightmare is now upon us in Azeroth in a way none of us could have imagined... What's the meaning?the Lord of Stormwind asked.Both of his soldiers had died.Others have also begun to notice the phenomenon of this monster.An abnormal sense of fear began to arise in people's hearts.

The sleepwalkers attacked the bodies of our sleeping innocents...in such a way as to destroy the dream forms of your warriors, it also destroyed their bodies...it shouldn't have been like this!In the dream, it should always be 'alive'... The king pictured painfully the nightmares assailing his soldiers summoned by Malfurion Stormrage.He was afraid of seeing the helpless bodies of the defenders, and even more afraid of the nightmare attacking them.If that were the case, the result would be even more terrifying than he had imagined. Do you have any advice? We must keep fighting... said Hamuul.We must keep fighting...

Where is Blore?Varian asked, but the tauren didn't answer. Another orc warrior fell and disappeared.Varian let out an angry snarl, then did as Hamuul ordered.Other than that, he had no other choice.All of them had no choice. Where is Blore?Still wanting to know, he slashed at his wife and child again as he spoke.Where is Malfurion Stormrage? They're back somewhere near Azeroth, Teldrassil, and Darnassus.The corrupted Remulos is being dragged by Tyrande, and the three of them have passed through the dream/nightmare by this time. Tyrande stared around her, startled, "Where are we now, Mal? Where are these ruins?"

The archdruid didn't answer him immediately, but first checked the unconscious Remulos.Malfurion turned round again when he saw the keeper of the forest still motionless.Then look at everything around them.There is a thick nightmare fog here.He felt an inexplicable similarity between this place and the place they just walked out of.He wasn't curious that there would be nightmares around here, but he was thinking about why this place fit so well with the place Remulos took him, and where did Remulos go... But just like Tyrande Likewise, he was surprised by the ruins. "Unfortunately, we should be very close to where we are going." The arch druid whispered.Indeed, at this moment, all he had to do was wait, and everything he was waiting for—everything they hoped would be part of his plan—was where they had to go.He looked at Remulos again.Cenarius' son was insane, which he hadn't expected. "Tyrande, can you keep him safe? We may have to leave for a while..." Malfurion didn't say anything more, if the people he was waiting for didn't come to contact them... then it doesn't matter where Remulos died. The high priestess bowed her head and began to pray.In a moment, Elune's soft moonlight broke through the fog.She poured over Remulos, shining on him like an umbrella.In this way, the guardian of the forest was completely covered in it. "It couldn't be better for him." She said solemnly. At this moment, a voice that he had been anxiously waiting for suddenly entered his mind. "I brought you two idiots..." "They're not stupid... Eranikus... they're smarter than you..." The tone of the green dragon clearly showed dissatisfaction with Malfurion. "Before you contacted me in private, I was a fool when the draftsman was on my back! I was forced to agree to your plan...however, I would not refuse... as long as there is still a little to save her Chance……" The archdruid ignored Eranikus' self-condemnation.Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that Harveys has already guessed his plan. "Lucan and Sora are with you...now I need them to get out of here..." Eranikus snorted derisively, and replied "Ha, what an irony! They're so close to your wish... indeed, that human has been babbling about 'that thing'—" "Say no more!" Malfurion warned him. "Let me tell them..." While speaking, the dream form of the archdruid had come to them.Even though Sola only took one look, they were both taken aback. When she remembered how he used her back then, her heart was still quite bitter.Even if Malfurion had no choice, he felt guilty for doing so, but what made him sadder was that he was still forcing more people.He was quick to explain his original plan, and the good and bad things that went beyond the plan. They accepted the same explanations he had given Eranikus... and also because to not accept them was to admit that the nightmare would triumph in the end.Malfurion was glad to see that they had the courage to accept this. Now only the green dragon still has doubts about the archdruid.Yet Eranikus had assured him of his support... as long as the night elf could prove himself and capable of doing his own thing. Now only Blore was left.It took only a few seconds for Malfurion to reach him, and he whispered beside Blore, pulling him out of the fight, while Hamuul took Bloor's place to lead the Varian and Al A defense army composed of the druids of Xerath. "I heard your call, my teacher..." Blore said. "You are far beyond the category of my student." Malfurion reprimanded. "I dare not let any of my students do what I will explain below!" "I will do as you tell me," said another trusted Malfurion.Because they had to get this done, many innocent people have died and many more will die. He explained what he needed and got Blore's assurance.He believed Hamuul had been fighting alongside Varian and the other champions.The tauren ensured that all the efforts of the defenders were not in vain and their morale did not fade. But they didn't dare to act rashly... The warriors Malfurion summoned alone were not enough to stop the tide of demons. Therefore, they have to pay more.It was at this point that Malfurion realized he should tell Tyrande where they were. "The area looks very different now, but you have to recall it." While Malfurion communicated with the others, the high priestess observed the surrounding environment.She felt that things were getting more and more complicated. "I feel uneasy..." Tyrande looked into his eyes. "Mar, this isn't anywhere on the map—unless it's Suramar, who was supposed to disappear in the explosion—" "Yes," he whispered. "We are on the edge of Azshara... where Azshara used to be." The high priestess shuddered. "Where are we going?" The archdruid pointed to her right.There are some hills of varying heights looming in the thick fog over there.The smell of sea water—the Coral Sea, they both knew—was in the air, and they could hear the waves crashing against the rocks in the distance.The location of that piece of sea water is where the legendary main city of the night elves, the Well of Eternity, was located a long time ago. Tyrande nodded, then frowned. "It should have been swept into the maelstrom with the wreckage after the explosion, Malfurion..." The archdruid narrowed his eyes, thinking. "Yes... that's how it should have been." Tyrande walked towards the hills with a determined face.Malfurion, however, grabbed her arm. "No, Tyrande...do something different this time." He dropped the spear in his hand.Malfurion placed the fallen boughs from Teldrassil in front of Remulos. To her surprise, he did. "Mal! Are you crazy?" "Listen to me," he said. "Look at me a little closer. I have to do something that may be risky, but if everyone else is trying to do their job well, I have to do it. Be careful... She may well choose This is the time to honor us." She looked at the thick fog. "It's so quiet here." "The danger is the greatest at this time." He sat there and closed his eyes. "If it's the right thing to do, it won't take long." The archdruid began to concentrate.Despite his apprehensions, he quickly moved into the world he wanted to be. The Emerald Dreamland he had been to came into view at this moment.Malfurion charged forward, his target ahead. A shadow is moving.However, this is not a satyr, but a large tree with terrifying skeleton-shaped branches. "I've been waiting for you to come back..." He didn't respond to the Nightmare Lord, and there were only a few yards between them— The ground suddenly raised.Malfurion's dream was spinning.He gripped the ground tightly with one hand to maintain his balance. The shadows of the branches caught him now too.At the same time, some strange-looking things emerged from the ground. All these things were all too familiar to the archdruid. He had already understood them during the Battle of the Ancients. "Join us... join us..." Their echoes echoed in his ears for a long time. Although he knew that those were all welcome, and it was these sights that made the night elf lose his protective ability in the first place, and thus was captured by Harveys. "But not this time," Malfurion said to himself.The archdruid clenched his hands, forming an object in his palm. A silver scepter grew out of Malfurion's hand.The tree shadows began to recede.However, it wasn't just this one scepter that made the enemy back, but also because this scepter was formed from the essence of Harveys, the Nightmare Lord's body in the outer world.Malfurion knew this ancient secret, and kept it hidden for a long time, and when he entered the dream, he brought the object with him.Although it was still quite difficult to use, he really needed its help. Malfurion raised it above his head and began to spin it round and round, streaks of emerald and gold energy emerging from his tip.These provisions sucked up all the fog. "The lost dream is your salvation!" the archdruid declared. The dreadful shadows of the boughs receded farther in the mist.But Malfurion approached step by step. The horrors of his past were suddenly flooding back at him.But the scepter above his head absorbed them all as if they were air, and then they all disappeared. He came to what looked like a tomahawk, but he didn't come any closer.Instead, he approached the shadow of the tree. But the Nightmare King didn't continue to retreat.Maybe Harveys sensed what Malfurion wanted to do... From the shadow tree suddenly shot something slender.The shadowy branch struck the archdruid's chest.At this point Malfurion had no other choice but to defend.The weapon collided with the shadows, emitting a flash. But around the night elves, Harveys laughed softly.The Nightmare Lord is well aware that he cannot destroy the essence of his entity, since he cannot harm it. "It doesn't work for me," Harveys sneered. "All you can do is fail, fail or fail, Malfurion Stormrage..." The shadow suddenly expanded rapidly, and the outline of the skeletal tree shadow passed Malfurion again.It nearly pierced the night elf's chest. Malfurion held the staff and pointed it at the shadow. The branches squeezed hard against him.Though they all failed, Malfurion let go of his staff. Harveys' laughter sounded everywhere, and the shadows immediately surrounded the Archdruid. Malfurion was gone—waking up from his dream. He found that the situation in Azeroth was no worse than Dreamland. "Mal! Thank you Elune!" Tyrande thanked. Suddenly all around them were huge tendrils from the dry ground.They quickly attacked Malfurion, who was guarded by Tyrande.They seek out the Archdruid and High Priestess like a swarm of hungry leeches.Malfurion counted them, there were probably a dozen of them, and they were still pouring out from the huge gap that opened. Tyrande avoided them as best she could, and Elune's light formed a weapon—the sword in Tyrande's hand.The nimble warrior leaped from tendrils—more like the trunks of some thick oak tree—and brandished her deadly weapon.She slashed at anything that came close to her and Malfurion, before turning to another tendril that was coming towards them.A few seconds later, she was surrounded by broken knots of those tendrils, and at the same time, the archdruid also noticed the weakness of some tendrils. He saw that when she cut off another tendril, it immediately sealed its own wound and then grew back at the tip. "Back back!" Malfurion yelled at Tyrande. But because she wanted to protect them both, the High Priestess was careless.A tendril grabbed her leg, pulling her into the steaming slit. Malfurion rushed to her side at once, but the tendrils outstripped both of them, and Tyrande's leg had slipped into the crack.She clung desperately to Malfurion, and Malfurion tried to pull her out of the black abyss. Malfurion freed one hand to fight the other tendrils.He couldn't help wondering where the real roots of these tendrils lay.Even now, fighting the tendrils doesn't do much, the source has to be found. When Malfurion was captured by the Nightmare Lord, he used the wooden cage that imprisoned him to create a root under his control and use it to carry out his plans.This obviously belongs to the same situation. Harveys turned into a tree ten thousand years ago, but he has roots on a larger scale. Its roots extend for miles.Also, their mutability makes them a great hidden weapon.This tree does not grow in a normal place, but in the bottom of the sea that belongs to it. Now there was no time to use magic, no time to drive Harveys away.Malfurion seeks help from Azeroth, but he finds it deserted.There's nothing here, no insects, no plants... nothing.In order to expand his power and make this place as terrifying as death, Havis destroyed all living things.In the end, as everyone saw it, there was a catastrophe.The Nightmare Lord is cunning, and he likely keeps himself alive through the roots of terror in the ground, and then draws energy from elsewhere when attacked. Not only would he and Tyrande have to struggle to emerge from that rift, but both of them had to take more root attacks. Malfurion dodged them, but he knew the Nightmare Lord was pulling the High Priestess down even deeper. The archdruid desperately wanted to find a solution, and he looked for all possible creatures around him.He didn't believe that Harveys could turn the whole place into a barren place, especially when everything was done so slowly and so covertly. But what Malfurion found was even more surprising than what Harves had done to his surroundings.It was a demon so terrifying and so large that he almost let go of Tyrande's grip.It was his love that kept the Archdruid from giving up. Something began to surge within Malfurion.He began to search for the living force of Azeroth again, but this time he finally found it.The Archdruid took advantage of them. Amidst the rumble, the Great Enemy began to shake violently again. A bright light suddenly remained ahead, which was where the Nightmare King really was. Those roots loosened Tyrande.At the same time, those cracks in the archenemy began to close.Just as Tyrande's leg was about to be pinched by the closing crack, Malfurion gave her a hard tug and pulled her out. The two men half struggled to get up from the shaking ground.The ground was still shaking, and the surface and rock collided with each other, forming mountains. "What happened?" Tyrande called. "Two forces are fighting! One of them is from the nightmare!" "What about the other strand?" Although he knew the answer, he didn't answer it.Do not you know why.Malfurion had summoned all of Azeroth in a way he had never attempted before.They confront the demon Harveys. "No..." The archdruid frowned. "It's not just Harveys." They keep running until they can't soak anymore.Behind them, the ground has been heaving massively.Now, it wasn't just the thick fog that blocked their vision, the sky was also clouded by huge clouds of dust and moisture. Everything goes on. But even though Malfurion had summoned a power that surprised him, he still felt that there might be little hope.Malfurion went further than he had thought in exploring the deep crevasses nearby.Not only did he get close to the center of Azeroth, but he also found the real evil power that supported Harveys.A place beyond the material world and the Emerald Dream, a place where corruption and corruption abound. In this disgusting place, he felt something extremely ancient—something strangely familiar—for him.The resolute archdruid shuddered. Behind the Nightmare Lord lies another, darker force.