Chapter 29 Chapter 28

Blore Bearskin tried to keep Sola from running ahead of him.Even though they are in a dangerous situation now, this income insists on doing so. The reason why Blore brought Sola was because of Malfurion's request. Out of trust, he didn't ask why he came here, but he was still very curious about why he brought this orc.Sora doesn't have any great weapons, and her waywardness would make her a captive of the Nightmare Lord. "Hey, this way!" she yelled as before, "This way!" Blore and the others have not been stopped by anything these days, except for the annoying thick fog.He didn't think it was his luck, but that the Nightmare King probably didn't regard his group as a threat at all.It is estimated that Malfurion thought so too.

"Malfurion, what is your plan?" Blore wondered. Suddenly, the fog in front receded, revealing a path big enough for two people to walk side by side. Of course, Sora plunged into it as a matter of course. "Come back," Blore called. But Sora ignored him and shouted to himself: "This is it." Facing Sora's behavior, Blore didn't understand at first.In contrast, what he valued more was that their lives and souls should not be taken away by the Nightmare King.Until he saw the axe. There was no doubt that Sora wanted the magic axe.With this ax in hand, she has the courage to fight the Nightmare Lord.

But Blore suspected that recovering the ax was more than simply walking over and picking it up. Sora walked up to the ax and reached out to touch it... The ax began to glow like an emerald. At this moment, a wave of anger swept over, and Blore turned his head in surprise. He felt that anger seemed to surround them from all directions.Compared with what he encountered in the Emerald Dreamland before, he immediately felt the difference this time.This burst of fury is very familiar, and it is even more terrifying.The Nightmare Lord is angry. He didn't understand why, Sora couldn't and didn't want to touch that ax again.The demon hiding in the dark is clearly proud.

"What's the matter, Sola?" he asked softly, "Can't you get the axe?" Sola shook his head, looked at Blore and said, "I—I don't know, druid...I...I don't know." As soon as she finished speaking, a thick fog gradually surrounded them, and Blore could feel the Nightmare King's wrath focusing on them.Obviously the Nightmare Lord could have taken the ax from Sora earlier, but then he wouldn't be able to use it.So he is waiting for this opportunity. "You can use this tomahawk, Sola." A voice came out, Blore recognized the owner of the voice, and he trembled uncontrollably.

"And through you, this ax will become our weapon..." A gigantic fist emerged from the mist, its skin stained with ichor, and scavengers crawled across it.Blore was knocked aside violently by the big hand, he hurriedly staggered up and ran to Sora's side. The tree man Nayar came out of the mist, and the fallen creature grinned grinningly for this reason.His eyes had that sly gleam of the Nightmare Lord.Jagged branches covered his body, along with the sinister foliage Blore had seen earlier. "I won't use this weapon for you!" Sora said contemptuously. "You will..." The Nightmare Lord or the Evil Tree replied.

The ancient tree walked towards Sora, and she tried to avoid it.But the ground was full of worms, and she had nowhere to stand.When she fell, all she saw were black worms pushing out of the ground.Or it would be more appropriate to say that it is the root of a large bone-shaped tree. Blore stood up and waited for a chance to attack, but was immediately knocked down again. He rushed towards the ancient tree again, jumping up and trying to attack him.But he's only a small foe to the giant ancient tree of the Nightmare Lord's avatar. The branch of the ancient tree waved, trying to pull at him again, but the tribe became more flexible, and he retreated with one blow, always keeping his body lower than the fist of the ancient tree, and at the same time he eradicated the closest person to him. roots.

The ancient tree howled in pain, left Sola behind, and rushed towards Blore. "Sooner or later, the Emerald Dream and Azeroth will fall into the hands of the Nightmare Lord..." The Ancient Tree/Nightmare Lord said rumblingly, "And you, the night elf, will be in eternal fear..." Shadows surrounded Blore from all directions, and from the gap he saw Sora's hand free, and she tried to grab the axe. "No!" If he hadn't discovered that a shadow root had deliberately let go of Sora's hand, he would not have realized that it was a conspiracy. The Nightmare Lord wanted Sora to grab the axe.

For some reason, neither the Nightmare King nor his minions could wield the ax himself, so he had to wield the ax with Sola's hand. Blore tried to warn Sora, but the shadows suddenly turned into satyrs and swarmed towards him.In an instant, Blore was crushed to the ground, and the last thing he saw was the ancient tree staring at Sola, waiting for her to pick up the battle axe. "Malfurion!" Blore called out in his head, wanting to ask Malfurion for help. But no response. Malfurion heard Blore's cry for help, and he tried to reply, but all he got was silence.At first, he worried that Blore was dead...or, worse...but then he realized that the Nightmare Lord had cut off the connection between the two continents.All this suggests that the Nightmare Lord has learned of Malfurion's intentions and that his plans are in jeopardy.

Malfurion wondered if there was any hope for them, the only thing he could rely on now was Ysera's help.Like other druids, he looked to the mistress of the Emerald Dream, Ysera, for the leadership of the intertwined continents. Ysera was still asleep, and Malfurion knew it was not her fault. Tyrande, the battle between the Moonlight Guards and Satyr is still going on. Although the defense seems airtight, they can still feel that they are very tired. The light on their bodies is obviously dimmer than before, and some guards are even transparent. She was waiting for Malfurion's reinforcements, and they were all waiting.But they don't know that Malfurion also needs their help, if he wants to succeed and save Azeroth, he must get their help.Malfurion gritted his teeth and began to search for the last hope.

He had contacted Alexstrasza, but it was unlikely to be of much help to Malfurion, as she too was under siege, and a terrifying force from another continent was attacking the portal.In an instant, a small part of the portal was closed.She struggled desperately against the Nightmare Lord's power to reopen the portal. Malfurion wondered why the Nightmare Lord was trying to close the final portal.This seems like a small thing... Alexstrasza shouted to Malfurion: "The attack here is getting more and more fierce! The Nightmare Lord will definitely close this portal! I can only do my best to stop him now! I'm afraid I can't tell The extra energy has helped you!"

Before Malfurion asked, Alexstrasza knew he was asking for help.Faced with this setback, Malfurion became somewhat powerless. At this time, he learned of many emergencies.In Azeroth, Varian and his army are in a bitter battle, and more and more people are being manipulated by the Nightmare Lord; Blore's situation is still unknown; Hamuul's not very detailed warning—— Dryads, fallen ancient creatures are besieging druids and Luken. Harveys - the true king of nightmares - is earning his victory with confidence. At this moment, Tyrande, the priestess who cherished and trusted Malfurion so much, was anxious like never before.She knelt on one leg and had just avoided three satyrs' attacks.Just as she was struggling to stand up, the moon guards gradually disappeared one by one, just like Malfurion's hope. The satyrs charged Tyrande and Malfurion savagely. At this time, Malfurion had already left the Emerald Dream and the fate of Azeroth aside, and his only worry was his beloved Tyrande.Because if he didn't help Tyrande at this time, she would be doomed. Malfurion felt an unprecedented sense of guilt, though not for the first time.He recalled in his mind how he had put Tyrande in danger time and time again, and she had stood by him every time without hesitation.He recalled the beautiful seclusion they had spent together in times of peace.Malfurion especially treasured the first capital city of the night elves after the War of the Ancients.Together with Tyrande, he built a beautiful, vibrant promenade in the center of the city.It not only celebrates the night elf having a new beginning, but also witnesses the deep love between him and Tyrande.Huge trees grow side by side, and flowers and plants compete to bloom around the big trees. Elune's blessing makes them emit a soft light blue light, and the whole corridor gives people a sense of tranquility and peace. These are just bits and pieces of their long life.But Malfurion cherished it very much, because he and Tyrande made it with his own hands.If not for his own reasons, he and Tyrande should spend more happy time together.He left Millennium mercilessly, Tyrande should have rejected Malfurion...but she didn't, she had been waiting for Malfurion. And now, she would die because of Malfurion's responsibilities, responsibilities he held above all else. "No...it won't!" Malfurion yelled, "I won't let it happen again!" He clenched his fists and exerted the greatest strength he had ever had in his life.A huge energy vortex appeared, rolled up Satyr high, and then ruthlessly threw him down from the sky. The ground swelled up, and a green forest rose from the ground, surrounding the satyrs and Tyrande in the front row.The daemons were submerged inside, and Tyrande was lifted gently aloft by soft boughs. After destroying anything that could be destroyed, Harveys left dried seeds on the barren apprentice without himself noticing.But the druid's power enabled Malfurion to find them, no matter how deep or how long they were buried.He not only revived those seeds but also purified them. While the forest gently lifted Tyrande, the satyrs were not so lucky.They were either torn or pierced, and Malfurion had no time for that. He just wanted to bring death to those hateful demons. The satyrs were still pouring in. Malfurion was worried that they might hurt Tyrande. He prayed to Azeroth, Teldrassil, etc. for more power, especially Nordrassil. Legion was injured in the war and still insisted on providing him with a little help. Malfurion was shaking with excitement, and the wind grew louder and fiercer.Twenty or so satyrs were blown into the deadly forest.At last the satyr leaders began to hesitate. But Malfurion felt that simply making the satyrs hesitate was not enough.They are still a great threat to Tyrande.He swept the satyrs back, then drew Tyrande close to him. At this moment, he heard Tyrande say to him: "Don't worry about me! There are more people who need your help!" Malfurion did not listen to her, but he understood what Tyrande meant.But at this time, in order to protect Tyrande, he seemed to have gained new power, and it felt like he had turned into two. After he's done with Azeroth, a ruthless Malfurion teleports his willpower into the Emerald Dream, trying to extract more power to defeat the Nightmare Lord.When he obtained the energy provided by the Emerald Dream, Malfurion felt relieved, and he used this power to clear the dense fog in Varian's place, and the green plants broke through the ground, glowing with vitality again. What's more, it's not just the dense fog and shadow creatures who retreated, those people who were immersed in the nightmare created by the Nightmare King gradually woke up, as if none of this had ever happened. When it was all over, Malfurion felt strangely peaceful.He knew it was because Tyrande begged Elune to protect her and help her.Tyrande's love deeply touched the depths of his heart and gave him great motivation to go beyond his limits.This time, Malfurion extended his will to both the Emerald Dream and Azeroth. Tyrande was by his side to give him strength, which made Malfurion regain his confidence. He found himself stronger now. When the two continents provide him with energy, he feels like he has been reborn! He couldn't help but think of Ysera, she must have helped him gain such enormous power.But to his surprise, Ysera was still in a crisis of exhaustion, and it was impossible for her to have the strength to help him. He was very shocked. Could it be that he and Tyrande put the Nightmare King in trouble?But that seems unlikely— Malfurion stopped thinking about that problem, the ground under his feet began to shake, and the big tree and various plants he summoned were destroyed. Huge red roots tore in all directions, throwing satyrs and trees into the air, many of which fell straight on Malfurion. Malfurion took the shape of a cheetah and quickly avoided the "tree rain".When he ran to Tyrande, she jumped high, tired though she was, doing her best to unleash Elune's blessing on them.The satyrs began to retreat into the crack created by the tree roots, but the moonlight immediately blinded the satyrs' eyes, and let the front red roots enter the ground. Malfurion took Tyrande to a temporarily safe place, thought for a while and said, "You should go." "Be reasonable! Where else can I go? The whole of Azeroth is under attack. If this is the end, then, Elune, I will spend this final moment with you! We have already Missed so much time together!" "It's all because of me," Malfurion said. "I'm not saying—" Before Tyrande finished speaking, the ground rumbled and trembled again, and more roots sprouted from beneath their feet.Tyrande immediately threw the sharp blade in his hand, cutting off some nearby roots.Although this action made her out of breath, she still didn't hesitate. Malfurion took out the few seeds and magic powder left, and threw a handful of green seeds at the roots that kept rushing towards him. When the seeds fell on the roots, Malfurion activated them, and tiny tendrils sprouted from the seeds, which began to punch holes in the roots. In an instant, the roots of the tree were covered with hundreds of small holes, and they twisted painfully on the ground.A tree root collapsed on the ground, and a viscous liquid flowed out of a small hole. The liquid filled the small holes in the roots of the rest of the trees, and the smiling parasitic seeds were driven out and gradually shrank. "It's all in vain...it's all in vain..." Harveys' voice repeated in Malfurion's mind, "everything will belong to the Nightmare King..." Indeed, no matter how much Malfurion sought hope, he sought help in vain.Varian's army fell into a bitter battle again, Blore and the little orcs were missing, Ysera was still not awake, and Alexstrasza was also tired of protecting the portal.The Nightmare Lord is everywhere, and he can appear anywhere in the Emerald Dream and Azeroth at the same time. Malfurion let out a growl... a growl of anger, not despair. "Looks like I'm about to be captured again, Harveys!" Malfurion yelled at his cunning foe.Fear and despair are the Nightmare Lord's greatest weapons.Undoubtedly, the power of the ancient evil spirits further enhanced Harveys' ambitions, and made Malfurion unsure. "But not this time!" Tyrande grabbed Malfurion by the shoulders and bestowed Elune's blessing on him again.Angrily staring at the enemy hiding in the dark, Malfurion once again called the two continents, hoping to give him a little more power. He felt power flowing into him continuously.Malfurion's wish came true. The sky is full of mountain tops, constantly hitting the upturned land.The roots wobbled into the holes in the ground. In Stormwind, Orgrimmar, and other major cities, gusts of wind swept through, knocking down the demons without hurting the sleeping defenseless dream fighters.Malfurion went all out to protect those under the control of the Nightmare Lord, and they were tied tightly together so that they could no longer cause harm to others. Shadow satyrs, dense fog, and those fallen creatures are still attacking the dimming Moonguard.Although those who were manipulated in the dream had retreated, the nightmare of the Emerald Dream continued, and Harveys' power had reached an extremely terrifying level. The steadfast struggle between Malfurion and those fallen creatures continued, and the strong wind swept across the two continents. Whether it was the shadows or the fallen creatures, they were temporarily blocked and unable to move forward. Tyrande looked at those satyrs and roots who were still trying to catch them.Malfurion kept blocking them. Tyrande shook the weapon in his hand and said, "Very well... let's begin." "You can't come with me—" "I have to follow you. You should know that you can't do it alone. These things are not just your business." What she said was indeed the truth, whether he could save the world or not was no longer his responsibility alone.Malfurion couldn't resist her, turned his head, and said softly, "I really don't deserve you." "No, you deserve it," Tyrande replied with a chuckle. Taking a deep breath, Malfurion held out a hand forward. There was lightning and thunder ahead again, and there was a lot of wind and rain. The satyrs retreated.The roots tried to dodge these attacks, but all were in vain, leaving only three tentacles on the ground. A path emerged. "Now!" Malfurion turned into a leopard again, and Tyrande mounted on his back.They ran at extremely dangerous speeds, jumped high, and crossed the riddled land.The satyrs rushed towards him, but in the sharp blade in Tyrande's hand, only claws, limbs, and heads were left all over the ground.Malfurion trampled over those satyrs who wanted to get in the way.Torn to shreds without mercy. The roots kept trying to grab Malfurion's legs, or pull Tyrande from his back.Malfurion changed where they landed, and Tyrande chopped off more than one of the roots trying to grab her.The road became slippery, but Malfurion's claws were sharper than those of the satyrs, and the grip was tighter, and the scene in front of him continued to fly backwards. Finally, something familiar and ominous came from the other side of the mist.Even though it was still far away from the two of them, it still looked huge.Hundreds, thousands of branches!Suddenly, they noticed the difference. These evil branches had leaves. Unlike the leaves of the World Tree, these leaves were long and narrow and arched, with a sharp blade like a sickle.Malfurion and Tyrande took a closer look at the leaves.Obviously, these leaves and roots were not the black one they had seen for the first time...it looked a little dark red like the liquid before. This was not the opponent Malfurion had spellcast thousands of years ago.Back in time to the War of the Ancients, when Malfurion himself defeated the mighty foe and turned him into a tree.Malfurion believed that although the tree was harmless, Harveys' will might still be indestructible, so she originally planned to regularly monitor the state of the tree that Harves became, but with the explosion of the Well of Eternity , the tree also sank into the sea. "But how did this evil thing hide until now?" Malfurion thought to himself.Obviously, there is a reason for evil forces to support Harveys behind him, helping him hide in Azeroth without being discovered. Back then, after Malfurion left, this evil force must have touched that tree, and after thousands of years of waiting, until its power was strong enough to be fearless, this force did not surface , What an amazing endurance. A gust of wind blew by, and those branches stretched out rapidly. Although it seemed far away, they were fast and getting closer... It will be here soon. Malfurion felt the tremor of the enemy again, and he gave a low growl to warn Tyrande.The branch stabbed towards him so fast that Malfurion was almost caught by the roots in the front row. A swishing sound broke through the air, Malfurion twisted in the air, dozens of branches brushed past each other.Although he dodged the branch's attack, two knife-shaped leaves on the branch entangled him. Tyrande gasped as the sharp leaves sliced ​​into his skin. At this moment, Malfurion was also stunned. The road he had come before was blocked by tree roots like a wall, and a crack appeared, and the satyrs rushed in impatiently.Malfurion's retreat was completely cut off. This is Harveys' trick! "Careful!" Tyrande yelled, throwing his blade and severing three branches before they could pierce them. Malfurion made a decision.He is still in touch with the others, guiding them.The situation was getting tense, and Malfurion knew he still had a lot to do. Growling again, Malfurion was ready to move, and Tyrande deftly chopped off the roots that entangled them. He entered Azeroth and the Emerald Dream at the same time, with the help of the two continents and his own power, to conduct a deep search. The sky seemed to be roaring, not just the sky above their heads, but the entire sky of Azeroth and the Emerald Dream was roaring. Malfurion was struggling a bit, but he didn't care. His attacks don't land directly on the enemy, he uses the opportunity to find who he needs. "Blore... Sola..." Malfurion called softly in his heart. At this moment, he sensed them, he sensed those druids struggling to maintain their sanity. "Malfurion..." He heard a faint but firm voice, it was Blore! "It's now...all in place...the branch I gave you...this is his root, all we have to do is..." Malfurion said to Blore. Blore listened carefully, trusting the archdruid completely. "I'm...ready..." Blore replied. This was the answer Malfurion was expecting. The sky was still rumbling, and Malfurion shouted to Tyrande: "Get out of here, I must put an end to this! I can't promise—" "No!" Before he finished speaking, Tyrande interrupted him, "Regardless of life or death, we will always be together!" Malfurion knew that persuasion was useless. Suddenly... the frantic storm rolled up again.