Chapter 30 Chapter 29 Ontology and Consciousness

Blore had tried to escape, but he could not escape the assaults that came, either physically or even more insidiously, on the dormitory of his mind.The Nightmare Lord himself tormented him, after all he was a beloved disciple that even Malfurion cherished.Cries filled Blore's twins, images of his daughter's dying struggles haunted his mind, and guilt over his own daughter's death tormented his soul.This insidious and cunning move hit his heart, because he knew that Ainasha was his biggest pain. But the effect didn't last long on him.Seeing the terrifying effect of the nightmare, Blore blamed himself in his heart for how he could accidentally be caught by the enemy, and painfully indulged in the shadow of his daughter's death. He was deeply ashamed of his own sinking.Blore had never felt like this before, until that moment, when he had seen so many of his fellow men suffer the loss of loved ones.And that's what the Nightmare Lord is good at, infiltrating people's minds, warping their memories, and devastating their hearts with their lost loves.

Blore throws a handful of flaming magic powder at the enemy, which hits the enemy and hisses into flames.The shadow fled in the burning pain of the flames and disappeared without a trace.Blore looked around for Sola, expecting the worst, and at last he found her squatting beside him with her eyes closed, otherwise unharmed. "I still have a vow that I haven't fulfilled..." She murmured intermittently, "I must complete it..." Blore dispelled the fog that had engulfed them, and for the first time they realized that there was not only the ax beside them, but also something very special.He had life once, but now, apparently, it was dead.The man who brought him here had carefully cultivated it here, though he had no hope of its survival here.

It was a small twig, and Blore knew immediately that it was a sinister object, and he soon understood why he had been put there.There is still a silver lining to their plan. Just as he was thinking of these, a storm swept over.Blore, however, was unafraid of this, and paid no heed to it.He knew who had made this storm, and this was just the rain to protect them. Druid Blore grabbed the twig.He knew where it had been plucked, but the wicked branch was no longer alive.It's dead. But in any case, it is still the essence of the Nightmare Lord, and its power cannot be underestimated. "Sora! You must pick up your ax while I strike!"

To Sora's credit, she understood him right away.Blore, however, began to cast a spell that disgusted him, a spell so powerful that it nourished what seemed to be dead plants, even trees, and some other forms of life.As with any other real tree, he would not hesitate to try it, though he knew there were always limits to such things. But now, he'll try to revive something evil and brutal.His mentor once told him that all clues to the truth of the branches and the Yggdrasil relate to his origin.Blore could feel a faint remnant of this evil essence.This is not a product from nature, it is an extremely evil magic weapon.

But when he began to cast the spell, he felt something else too, an older evil that Malfurion had reminded him of.The ancient evil spirit created the Nightmare Lord with his powerful magic. The power he was looking for.Blore pushed it, even if it made the force even stronger. The branches began to shake violently, resisting his grasp and control. "Now!" Blore yelled, holding up the branch. Sora grabbed her battle-axe, which glowed blazingly as it felt both Sora's righteous power and the Nightmare Lord's evil power. Sora's hand and the branch touched the fiery light almost simultaneously, which was what the guardian needed.It dispels the evil force that the Nightmare Lord had placed on the weapon, it keeps the ax intact, and it protects this precious magical wonder from the evil forces.Cenarius forged this battleaxe of justice, only to be sanctified in the valiant battle of Broll Bearhide.

And Sora, by making the choice to side with Malfurion, is a winner. She took her tomahawk away.Blore dropped the broken branch, which could no longer survive without the support of magic.Blore switched forms and became a leopard. Sora jumped on top of him, and he sprinted forward carrying her.The branches of the Shadow Tree stretched out in their direction, following them and trying to catch them, but the storm grew stronger, suppressing the smoky branches and washing away the haunting cloud of evil.The lightning repelled the following shadow creatures with the power of fire, and even set the shadowy branches on fire.

Blore was amazed by the strange sight he had seen. He had seen storms created to summon wind and rain in great ceremonies, but never before had they been so powerful, so direct.He was sure that Malfurion and the other druids must have done their best to make it so huge. Indeed, it was his mentor who did all that, and the storm was so necessary to keep Blore and Sola safe at the Shadow Tree.A demonic shadow slowly rises from the horizon... A gigantic hand came clapping, and Nayyar the Treant grabbed the terrified Sora, but Sora still held on to the axe. "Everyone will fall into a deep nightmare..." the fallen ancient creature shouted.

Blore rolled over and finally stood still, turning back into his night elf form again, his teeth clenched in pain as he tried to cast a spell. That ancient creature is still a plant in nature, even after the Fall. The spell made his body grow unnaturally and made him thick and heavy. The curly vine tops wrapped around the fingers of the ancient creature in an instant, and the vine tops near the hands grabbed Sora tightly and forced the treant Nayar let go of his fingers. Sora fell back to the ground, landing on both feet.She wobbled a few times at first, but she finally steadied herself.

The tree man Nayar struggled, several vines protected his legs, and one arm was broken.Once again, he tried to catch Sora... Blore strengthened his mana, and the cane increased its strength, binding him tightly. Just when the tree man Nayar's thick fingers were about to grab Sola again, Blore's spell played a role, and the vines bound the ancient tree tightly to the ground, making him unable to move at all. Unrelenting, his vine continued to grow, and continued to wrap around Nayar the Treant. Nayar the Treant fell to the ground, and finally he couldn't move.Blore was amazed at his ability. Not long ago, he thought he was incapable of dealing with an enemy as powerful as the tree-man Nayar. He thought he would be killed before he could subdue him.

Meanwhile, Sora wasted no time, almost leaping over the shadows, raising her axe... The torrential rain abated and the gusts of wind dropped sharply. The ancient tree began to move. A shadow branch instantly penetrated Sora's chest.Even though the branch wasn't real, it still pierced her.Sora stood there stiffly, the ax still held high. Another branch reached for Blore... "You are too weak... On the contrary, we are strong... You have failed, my dear Malfurion..." Malfurion refused to listen to such words, even though the enemy had achieved some success.But he knew that even if Tyrande fought alongside him at this moment, he couldn't last long.

Look, how many people have fallen... said the Nightmare King. The Archdruid's eyes saw those who had relied on him fall, Sora was impaled, and King Varian led a cowering army.And another druid - Hamuul - was urging them on, doing his best to stop the almost unstoppable army of nightmares... He had seen such sights before, and felt them.The intense pressure of yet another defeat was so real it took his breath away.Perhaps, with a hundred more Malfurions, a thousand more Malfurions, he might succeed... But now, he is the only one facing it alone. "Disappointed...I know you're in it...I just let you see what's happening...this time, you know you're doomed..." Harveys laughed out loud. The storm has almost died down.What his enemies said was so true.Harveys did nothing: he merely showed what Malfurion already knew—the archdruid had let everyone down. Just when the darkness was about to erode his heart, a cool and gentle light touched the depths of his heart.He immediately understood the source of this power. "Malfurion!" Tyrande's voice reached his ears.For some reason, her haggard voice still permeated with strength. "Please don't give up! Everything depends on you." The archdruid shuddered to find both of them clutching a wicked branch.Tyrande's firmness when they were captured kept them together. "It all belongs to the Nightmare Lord!" Harveys Tree murmured, "You, her, everyone. I look forward to this scene, trapped under the dark waves for so long, waiting under his guidance , grow. Until the time is right to break out of the cocoon, rooted in the eastern cliffs overlooking my lost Kim Azshaline (2)! Here, my queen once led all, I was powerful, here you fall, nightmare It is very appropriate for the king to cover the earth, it is too appropriate!" "Everything..." The words tugged at Malfurion's heartstrings. "I made a terrible mistake..." He knew what it would take to finally get this done.Victory or defeat did not depend on him alone, nor even him and Tyrande. Victory or defeat depends on whether everyone can cooperate as never before. Understanding this truth, Malfurion cheered up.He unleashed a bolt of lightning that struck the branches that entwine them, and he and Tyrande fled into the sky.Immediately afterwards, he took the form of the Stormraven, grabbed Tyrande in his claws, and landed beside the gnawing branches.By this time Malfurion had returned to his human form. "I made a mistake!" he said to Tyrande. "I know what to do now!" Tyrande nodded.She knew what Malfurion expected of her.Without further ado, she prayed to Elune at once. At this time, Malfurion was contacting other druids, "Maybe we can work together..." To achieve his goal, Malfurion had to ask the other druids to disarm.The druids obeyed him without hesitation, which surprised him, grateful but also a little concerned. What Malfurion said was what they already understood, but they hadn't understood it yet.They are the druids, the siege of Azeroth, and the defenders of the Emerald Dream.However, while they understand that their inextricable relationship to the essence of nature gives them strength, they don't understand that they are stronger as a unit. But the true meaning of these two realms is not fully understood even by druids, so this connection is more complicated, and its potential power is self-evident.The druids were still surprised by Malfurion's words, but Malfurion obviously wouldn't let them continue to speculate like this.He will guide them. The storm, his storm.The druids witnessed the creation and growth of the storm, Malfurion made it stronger than ever, and of course the help of Tyrande - she prayed to the goddess of the moon to keep Malfurion's mind clear from the nightmare. King erosion.A low rumbling sound suddenly sounded in Azeroth and the Emerald Dream.King Varian commanded his warriors, and they couldn't tell if the rumble would bring new hope.As the leader of Stormwind, Varian needs enough morale to support and help his distant allies. The Life-Binder stood at the portal that blocked the Nightmare Lord's power, smiling resolutely as she witnessed Malfurion's accomplishment.She did everything in her power to make sure that the effort would not fail because of her. Malfurion felt the union of power.The druids also condensed into one force, accepting the leadership of Malfurion.Malfurion felt Azeroth's understanding and trust in him, but he never expected that the Emerald Dream would give him such support.And Tyrande working together with him enabled him to make full use of the power that all things in the world gave him. The storm was unleashed. A huge storm unprecedented in history rushed towards Harveys.Azeroth trembled, and the Emerald Dream shimmered.They are now a unit, which is the last thing Harveys wants to see.He wanted to corrupt a continent for himself and his power. But Malfurion made it more pure and full of natural power. The wind howled.It sweeps shadow satyrs and minions of nightmares before dissolving into dust.Stormwind City, Orgrimmar, and the main city that Azeroth's brother was waiting for suddenly saw light again. Torrents of rain fell from the sky, and rivers overflowed, flooding wherever the evil went.The fresh and pure rain not only washed away the shadow of the Nightmare King and his servants, but more importantly, it allowed the life that was secretly controlled by the Nightmare King to be reborn. The carrion and germs were melted by the heavy rain, and the filth disappeared with it.Creatures that were too corrupted by the Nightmare Lord began to flee, retreating into dark caves. But the Nightmare Lord still reigns over his many victims, who still fear the Nightmare Lord's power.They are numerous and possessed by horrible nightmares to attack the new life. Malfurion had known this would happen.He summoned the storm, setting off another rumble. There will be no second such voice in Azeroth.Nor can hundreds of volcanic eruptions match it, and no storm in history can match its force. All creatures inevitably heard its voice, no matter how deeply they slept, or hid in deep caves, or hidden in deep mountains and old forests, no one could avoid it. Lightning and thunder, sleeping people wake up. The Nightmare Lord was hit hard. Harveth's rage echoed in Malfurion's mind, his despicable voice drowned in the mighty storm.However, the archdruid was not careless because the victory was coming, he gathered all the strength of his and all druids' will, and attacked the nightmare king. The storm roared. No matter how the rotten things struggled to resist, lightning and thunder drove out the darkness.The lightning wasn't white or yellow like it used to be, but it shone green, the green that nature thrives on.Not only was the ground not scorched by lightning, but it was reborn. Malfurion did not allow any of the areas to let his guard down, knowing that letting go would give the Nightmare Lord a new foothold.Indeed, the deeper the evil, the stronger its resistance.Malfurion sensed that some of the druids were waning in power, no doubt bearing an increasing burden.Tyrande encouraged Malfurion, their determination supported each other, and it would all end here. But loyal in that evil place, for the first time Malfurion felt the evil aura behind Harves trying to retreat. The true meaning of victory lies in those who are controlled by the Nightmare Lord.Druid suddenly realized.They were awake now, but the terror of the nightmare was still with them.The Nightmare Lord is still consuming their fear. Both Malfurion and Tyrande understood what to do next.Malfurion played with his left hand, and the rain covering Azeroth began to become warmer, even slightly reddish like a rose.Just then, Tyrande asked Elune for help.The silver-white light of the goddess of the moon appeared mixed with rain. A sense of calm runs through the Nightmare Lord's victims as the magical rain bathes them.They began to forget most of the pain they had suffered, or the pain of having someone else be Harveys' servant. Inspired by the weakening of the nightmares that had resisted Malfurion, he continued to work until the healing magic reached the World Tree and the Nightmare Lord. The rain fell to the feet of the Nightmare Lord. "I will follow you forever." The Nightmare Lord mocked, "I am you, Malfurion..." Malfurion didn't respond.He slammed the massive, terrifying trunk of the tree with the power he gathered from Azeroth and the Emerald Dream. There was no reaction from either side. Malfurion stared at the shadow of Harveys in the Emerald Dream.He saw Sola pinned there, and Blore dodging the boughs that tried to entangle him. The gathered energies attacked Harveys' soul...but it didn't work. "Is this what you want from me..." Malfurion said silently in his heart, "Very good..." When he came back to his senses, Malfurion once again used the collected power to separate his sleepwalking consciousness from his body.This is something he has never tried before.He had managed to split himself into two, but he was still Malfurion.His body is not dormant, and now his mind and body can enter Azeroth and the Emerald Dream at the same time.This would not have been possible in normal times, but Malfurion was able to accomplish this due to the conflicting state of the two continents caused by the Nightmare Lord's attempt to merge the two continents into one. This is the only way to accurately and simultaneously attack Harveys' physical body and soul. Malfurion must balance his power so that both bodies can obtain the strength he can bear. But that's also what the Nightmare Lord wants, as Malfurion will now be battling evil on two continents at the same time.Harveys' will attacked his soul, and the evil tree attacked his body. Just as the Nightmare Lord attacked, he connected with another. "Blore...we must attack..." Malfurion gave Blore a simple signal.He manipulated another self into battle. Blore turned into a leopard and ran out from the roots with Sora in his mouth.Her body was cold, but after she got rid of the nightmare queen, she gradually became warmer. Sola twisted to recover, and Blore threw her forward again with all his might. Thousands of branches suddenly pierced Malfurion in spirit form.In Azeroth, Tyrande clung to Malfurion, his expression utterly pained.Malfurion had never felt such pain.Tyrande used spells to deflect Malfurion's pain onto herself so that Malfurion could focus his mind.Although Tyrande cried out in pain, she persisted. Gritting his teeth tightly, Malfurion condensed the huge energy of the storm in Azeroth and the Emerald Dream, attacking Harveys' body and spirit.The twig that had stuck in Malfurion's chest was torn in the wind.The branches scorched by lightning on the Nightmare King's body immediately regenerated, and continued to attack Malfurion, but he dodged deftly. In the Emerald Dreamland, Sola found the body of the Nightmare Lord, and she raised the axe, which was shining with energy, which was injected into it by the demigod Cenarius ten thousand years ago. "Look hard!" said Malfurion, and the decisive moment had come. The female orc grinned, raised her tomahawk and slashed down. The shrill scream echoed throughout the Emerald Dream, and at the same time, the same scream sounded in Azeroth.The ax cut deeply, as if it had touched something hard. Shadow trembled. Just as Sola was attacking, Malfurion also doubled his attack on Harvey's physical body.In the Emerald Dream, lightning strikes the tree trunk again and again, and Harveys' evil branches continue to burn. "My master!" cried Harveys, "help me!" But Malfurion sensed that the ancient evil behind Harves had abandoned him.Although he was a little surprised by this, he still didn't dare to relax his attack on Harveys. He knew that even with the slightest negligence, Harves' soul might be reborn...in a more terrifying form.And terrible disasters may come again. By the time Sora slashed at Shadow for the second time, his silhouette had already begun to fade.Malfurion didn't stop, making Harveys' physical body feel like he was in an endless purgatory. Harveys threw those flames at Malfurion, and although Tyrande tried his best to protect Malfurion, his body was still burned by the fire. Sora's third ax slammed down, the fabled ax that had decapitated Shadow's entire head. And then... when she drew her ax... the shadow vanished into the air. The Nightmare King screamed horribly. In Azeroth, the great tree of evil trembled violently and began to wither rapidly.The branches break away from the body, and the roots begin to curl and shrivel up. Harveys, the king of nightmares, echoed in Malfurion's mind in pain and anger, "Malfurion Stormrage! I will not spare you! I will be your eternal nightmare! I -" The canopy of the monstrous tree was reduced to debris. When the huge tree trunk hit the ground, it raised dust all over the sky.Branches broke off, and large pieces of debris were scattered here and there.Malfurion led Tyrande to dodge the spraying branches, the black bark quickly withering. In the end, when the dust settled, all that was left was a rotting trunk - which looked like it had been dead for hundreds of years. Harveys, the former chief advisor of Queen Azshara, the night elf who was the first to degenerate into a satyr, the former king of nightmares... finally disappeared in this world. Malfurion was not dazzled by the victory, he stepped forward, continuing to destroy whatever was left of the Nightmare Lord, leaving no residue.Back then, Fandral transplanted the soul essence of the Nightmare King to Teldrassil, the tree of the world, which gave Harveys and the evil forces behind him a chance to contact Azeroth and the Emerald Dream at the same time, and carry out A series of conspiracy activities.Although Havis's physical body has an absolute advantage in Azeroth, without the connection of that tree, the Nightmare King would not be able to gain the support of evil forces. When the crisis in Azeroth came to light, Malfurion and Tyrande focused on the Emerald Dream again, thinking that the evil forces that had supported Harveys behind the scenes should also be eliminated. , that force retreated quietly... In a remote corner of the Emerald Dream, there is a place called the Ornn Rift. It is said that this rift is the first area where the Emerald Dream was created, which is the origin of the entire dream.Even Malfurion and Tyrande couldn't break into it together. This area is likely to be connected to the Twisting Nether and Chaos Darkness.Malfurion looked in, and saw the bottomless fissure filled with the energy of reason, making people afraid to move forward.Indeed, the rift itself looks like half a dream, and it also has the essence of a dream, as if it might disappear or change at any time. Malfurion and Tyrande were very curious. Although the only remaining nightmare forces remained in this rift, they felt that the forces supporting the Nightmare King were hiding the endless sea of ​​love. Contact, the ancient evil is still very strong. Clearly, now is not the time to worry about these things.Malfurion and Tyrande sealed the Great Rift together, and they knew the land was finally safe... They had plenty of time to prepare before another war came. With the end of the crisis, Malfurion felt the incomparably powerful power slowly draining from his body.He didn't care, but before the power disappeared, he had one more thing to do.Sweeping across two continents, he seeks out creatures corrupted by the Nightmare Lord.There are not many of them, and a few who have been controlled for a short period of time can be rescued.The tree-man Nayar was one of them, and Remulos had already been purified.But unfortunately, Lythorne and Emeris could no longer survive without the Nightmare King. Like Sartre, they all disappeared after Harveys died.Malfurion mourned silently for the dragons who once guarded the Dream. Later, he helped Varian's army remove the influence of the Nightmare Lord.No matter where they are called, night elves, and of course income, trolls, draenei, blood elves, tauren, dwarves, goblins, humans, and even the undead have all done their part.Varian rushed to his son, and the two hugged tightly.As for the disembodied Emerald Guardians, Malfurion teleported them to the Emerald Dream.There, they can live life to their heart's content. For the loyal allies in this war, Malfurion plans to invite them to a banquet on a special day.He sent Sora back to her hometown and asked her to lead her people, and Thrall saw her contribution from this war.Lucan Foxbrood, a human with special abilities, became Hamuul Runetotem's apprentice.The tauren agreed to stay in Moonglade for a while to teach Lucan how to use his abilities.The two seemed quite suitable as mentors and apprentices, and Malfurion hoped that their teaching would go well. At this moment Malfurion felt Tyrande beseeching Elune to grant her great power to help cleanse the victims in Alliance territory.But even with the power of a druid, the damage is not so easily healed.Too many people died to win.While the evil was banished to the Ornn Rift, the damage done by the Nightmare Lord will affect the world for many years to come. There are still many things that Malfurion needs to solve. Although he can use the power gathered from Azeroth and the Emerald Dream, he knows that it should stop now.With great gratitude, he made the druids stop casting spells.They had given enough, far more than Malfurion should have demanded, and he was proud of the druids. Finally, Malfurion returned to his own body.He stared at Tyrande, who had stood by him from start to finish, whether captured through her fault or suffering through her fault, she had never left him. Malfurion understood Tyrande's deep love, and for a time he felt unworthy of it.Finally, he made up his mind that the two would never be separated from now on. He reached out and gently cupped Tyrande's cheek with both hands. Suddenly there was a sense of powerlessness. Malfurion fell into Tyrande's arms. Remark: (1) The original title of the chapter is "THE TWO TREES", which is quite different from the translated title in the book. Since I have no experience in translation and do not know the deeper meaning of such a translation, I would like to point out the difference between the original text and the translated title in the book. The difference, the specific artistic conception is left to the reader to figure out. (2) The original book is "Azshara". After comparing the original text, it is confirmed that the translation is wrong. The correct translation is "Golden Azshara". The former refers to the queen of the night elves in ancient times, and the latter refers to is the capital of the night elves in ancient times.