The main part of the raging nightmare war basically ended a few days ago.
Ysera's mysterious disappearance made the Emerald Nightmare's resistance no longer able to control the overall situation of the war, especially when several powerful dream dragons were trapped in the nightmare one after another. The druids desperately sealed off the nightmare in order to ensure that the nightmare would not penetrate into the real world.
After the connecting nodes of the planes, the rebels were trapped in this dead land. As the nightmare became more and more rampant, the rebels' fighting spirit was also greatly weakened in the past few days.
But the nightmare forces did not conquer the last stronghold of the resistance in one go, which was the Dream Tower of the Dream Dragon Legion. They tightly surrounded the tower in a form of encirclement. This was obviously a despicable act.
Traps and nightmares use these last rebels as bait, hoping to lure back the awakened Ysera who "escaped" from the Emerald Dream.
Obviously, the nightmare forces that have corrupted several dream dragons are not satisfied. They want to capture a powerful guardian dragon. And once Ysera, who controls the dream of Azeroth, is corrupted by the nightmare, it means that the entire
A part of the foundation of the world's existence will completely fall into the hands of nightmares and the ancient gods, which means that the ancient gods who are still trapped in the cage can corrupt the entire world by connecting the dreams of every living being.
This is a very scary future, a future full of infinite terror and despair.
However, since there are forces in this world that want to destroy it, there must be forces that protect it. Although Ysera went to Wyrmrest Temple to ask for help and almost fell into Neltharion's trap, this Emerald Queen
But in that bad "adventure", I found new strength...
Although it seemed unreliable, facing the division of the Dragon Aspect Legion and the predicament of the Kaldorei after the disaster, Ysera, who was isolated and helpless, did not have many options.
"Boom, boom, boom"
The thunder-like roar of artillery fire broke the despair that filled the Emerald Dream at this time. The artillery shells whistling across the sky plunged into the earth with dark red energy in front of them in a parabola, smashing the unlucky twisted monster into pieces.
The minced meat exploded again in the violent collision. These specially-made shells were detonated by the high explosives inside. The fragments mixed with the holy silver were driven by the huge kinetic energy, plowing through the land corroded by the nightmare.
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The ancient inheritance in Kul Tiras thousands of years ago showed terrifying power at this moment. The magic-breaking holy silver secretly passed down by the Ash Knights faced the nightmare, a force that mixed the power of darkness and void.
, can explode with even more astonishing lethality. Whether it is the disgusting tentacles derived from the nightmare energy, or the rebels infected by the nightmare, after being hit by the holy silver shrapnel, they will quickly lose their combat effectiveness, and then be completely destroyed by the blazing explosion flames.
engulf.
After a wave of volleys, fragmented corpses mixed with nightmare energy were scattered everywhere. The earth corroded by nightmares also had a layer of skin torn open, and there were impact craters filled with gunpowder smoke everywhere. Perhaps these magical creatures
The resistance to simple explosions is very strong, but in the face of rounds of covering artillery fire, even the most tenacious nightmare creature will be weakened to the extreme by the continuous bombing strikes.
Of course, in such an environment with extremely high concentration of nightmares, their torn bodies may be reunited after maybe ten minutes, but the question is... will the Dark Blade give them enough time?
"Boom, boom, boom"
Driven by high-power steam engines, the cold black steel tracks pressed across the dark red land disturbed by nightmares. Nearly a hundred steam tanks loaded with large-caliber howitzers were like a wave of black steel torrent, which had just been hit by fire.
The undead dwarves driving steam tanks were so wild that they didn't care what was in front of them.
Whether it is a corroded wild boar man, an infected jungle guardian, or a petite and cute tree demon, these things are meaningless in front of a land battle tank weighing more than ten tons. After being run over by the cold tracks,
, on the land of the Emerald Dream, only a piece of broken limbs and broken arms were left that made people feel chilling.
Above the black steam tank, two undead knights were holding heavy continuous-fire machine guns on the left and right. This thing was heavier than the light machine guns used by the undead infantry. Only iron lumps like steam tanks could carry such a load.
The weight, and the caliber of this thing is almost equivalent to a small cannon. The pointed bullets used by this heavy machine gun just installed by the Dark Blade are as thick as a dwarf's thumb. They are tied together by golden bullet chains, and in the emerald
Under the dim light of the dream, the cold light of these dagger-like bullets made Ysera, who was leading the way ahead, feel threatened.
Of course, this kind of terrifying thing is not used to deal with small targets. In fact, after Saurfang heard that the emerald dragon was corrupted by the nightmare, he deliberately equipped the tank that acted as a forward with this kind of destructive and powerful weapon.
A terrifying weapon with a high rate of fire.
In other words, this thing is specially used to deal with crazy dragons!
"Target found! Suspected to be a large creature!"
A cold voice sounded inside a tank. Two knights operating heavy machine guns immediately turned the muzzles of their guns. In the dark red mist lingering in front, a giant bear corroded by nightmares...a giant 3-meter-tall monster roared.
He jumped out of it, but the next moment, the low thunderous gunfire rang out.
The roaring giant bullet easily opened the head of this disgusting monster with ulcerated skin, and in the next 2 seconds, it tore apart the smaller half of its body, while watching the giant monster with blood spattering everywhere.
The bear fell to the ground and died, and a chaotic group of monsters emerged from behind it, and the howitzers of the combat tanks were no longer silent.
"Boom boom boom"
Amidst the roar of grenades, the secondary death lord of the forward battle group called for artillery support. Five minutes later, another round of roaring artillery barrages passed through the forward battle group and hit the ground in front of them, jumping out of the nightmare.
The monsters that counterattacked failed to break into the forward battle group's position, and were completely submerged in the explosion that sounded like a land bombing.
The advancing battle group stayed in place for less than 10 minutes, and then continued to move forward, calmly as if nothing had happened.
Behind hundreds of rumbling steam tanks that flattened everything, there was an infantry battle group. Tens of thousands of undead infantry, led by junior knights of their respective companies, were being blasted by artillery like a tide seeping into the land.
Look for lone monsters on the covered land, and then eliminate them at targeted locations.
Ysera, who was flying in the air, looked back from time to time. On the devastated land behind her, the sporadic low gunshots never stopped, which meant that the undead were faithfully performing the task of clearing them.
She had seen with her own eyes a tall nightmare monster rushing out of its hiding place. It should be the corrupted jungle guardian. It was 4 meters tall and moved as fast as a stag. It was an extremely difficult opponent, but the moment the guardian rushed out
, was instantly beaten into a sieve by the fire of more than 20 ax guns, and finally rushed to the undead formation, and was swung his halberd by the lower-level knight who was waiting for him, and his head was chopped off neatly.
The single-point bullets used by the undead infantry have amazing penetrating and destructive power. They are also mixed with trace amounts of holy silver. Even the fur protected by tough vines is no match for these destructive weapons.
Only 30 minutes have passed since the Dark Blade Legion entered the Emerald Dream, but the war groups advancing in three directions have already recovered land the size of three cities. Such efficient suppression makes Ysera, who leads the way, very happy.
Worried again...
Fortunately, with the help of Dark Blade, this nightmare disaster should be cleared up soon.
What is worrying is that under the merciless slaughter of the Dark Blade, even if the Emerald Dream is freed from the nightmare infection, its own ecological environment is estimated to take several years to recover, especially those creatures living in the dream.
..Wherever the Dark Blade Legion entered a state of war, there was almost no grass growing.
"Your Excellency Ysera, Lord Saurfang requires you to rush back to the Dream Tower immediately! Provide tactical guidance to the three ground battle groups!"
As Ysera flew over the steam tank position, a dwarf sub-lord standing on the tank shouted to her:
"Also, the Death Lord does not want the news of the Dark Blade's appearance in the Emerald Dream to be known to other forces, so before we arrive at the Dream Tower, you must send the remaining rebels back to the present world! Especially the Kaldorei.
The druids of the Cenarion Circle, we do not want them to continue to exist on this battlefield!"
"You are really arrogant..."
Ysera snorted, but did not refute again. She spread her wings and flew quickly towards the dream tower.
This is the rule that Ysera agreed with Tyrion before setting off. After the Dark Blade helps the Dream Legion regain the Emerald Dream, the maintenance work of the Dream will be shared by the Wither and the Cenarion Circle, and Cenarion can
The World Tree where the druids of the Council can freely enter and exit the Emerald Dream has been dragged back to the Death World. This means that once Ysera sends the druids in the Emerald Dream back to the living world, they will want to return to the Emerald Dream.
, it’s very difficult.
Without the support of Nordrassil, the druids can only rely on their deep understanding of the way of nature to reshape their dream forms, and travel to the Emerald Dream through the reshaped dream form, but this is only possible for high-level druids.
Something that only druids can do.
Therefore, in the foreseeable future, the number of druids in the Emerald Dream will be greatly reduced, and low-level druids will no longer have the possibility to enter the Emerald Dream, but there are no absolutes... After all, in Kalimdor
Ashenvale and Feralas in the Eastern Kingdom, Twilight Federation and the Hinterlands in the Eastern Kingdom, all have portals leading to the Emerald Dream. It stands to reason that low-level druids can also enter and exit the Emerald Dream through these four portals.
But to be honest, Ysera is pessimistic about this...
Because she had talked with the Archdruid Staghelm of the Blighter in the past few days. Unlike the moderate Cenarion Circle, the Wither sect adheres to the older druid tradition. They believe that only those who rely on themselves to communicate
Only druids in the Dreamland are eligible to enter the Emerald Dream for "further study", and low-level druids who do not have a deep understanding of nature are not lucky to be exposed to the Emerald Dream in advance.
That will weaken the self-understanding of nature among unsteady beginners. In other words, once the Wither Druid joins the maintenance of the Emerald Dream, those low-level Druids will "whore" the Emerald Dream for nothing and this lasts for ten thousand years.
The opportunistic behavior of years will no longer exist.
Seeing Ysera leaving the war zone, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the dwarf secondary death lord standing on the steam tank, and he waved to the death knight behind him:
"The annoying guy is finally gone... Tell the artillerymen that those "special" shells can be used freely... Let the boys go to work!"
"Yes! Lord Barton!"
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"Damn it! Where did these damn undead come from?"
In the base camp of the nightmare forces in the Emerald Dream, in the deep area known as the "Nightmare Fortress", Xavius, the Nightmare King who was responsible for conquering the Emerald Dream, looked at the magic map in front of him and roared extremely irritably.
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On the magic map in front of Xavius, on the edge of the Emerald Dream that had been dyed beautiful dark red, a black area was rapidly extending to the surroundings, as if a drop of water had been dropped into the red water.
It was like disgusting ink, and the ink was spreading rapidly, possibly dyeing the entire basin of water black.
This made Xavius, who was already confident of winning, very dissatisfied, but in the eyes of the Nightmare King, there was still a trace of... panic that could not be concealed.
Because in the early morning of this morning, he lost his sense of the World Tree Nordrassil, and the World Tree was corroded by N'Zoth's flesh and blood. It was precisely because of the ancient god's flesh and blood hidden deep inside the World Tree.
Only in this way can the power of nightmares continuously flow into the Emerald Dream. That tree is equivalent to the "military camp" of the Nightmare King Xavius.
But now, that tree has disappeared! This means that Xavius, who occupied the Emerald Dream, has lost his biggest support... And now at this juncture, the difficult Dark Blade Undead have entered the Emerald Dream on a large scale. It goes without saying that
He began to clean up the remnants of the nightmare here.
This "coincidence" made Xavius feel very nervous. Obviously, something happened in the outside world that he didn't know about...and the most terrible thing was that no matter how he contacted his "benefactor" Enzos,
He couldn't get a response, either the connection between him and N'zoth was interrupted by something, or... he was treated as an abandoned son.
"Damn it!"
Xavius cursed, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his blood-red eyes. He turned around and shouted to several corroded nightmare dragons standing behind him:
"Lead my army and set off! Drive out the undead! This dreamland belongs to me! No one can take it away from me!"
Under the command of the Nightmare King, the nightmare dragon headed by Eranikus turned and left without saying a word. After these nightmare monsters left, Xavius looked around and waved his hand to open a dark red tunnel.
Dream portal.
Yes, he is running away...
This is a very careful and sinister guy. After sensing the possible danger, he no longer wants to stay in this damn place. Without the support of Nordrassil's nightmare power, he cannot be stopped by the military power in the Emerald Dream alone.
The Darkblade Undead, who are extremely resistant to nightmares and have powerful firepower, Xavius knows this very well.
"But Dark Blade can't stay here forever..."
Xavius looked back at the Nightmare Fortress behind him, and a dark smile flashed across his face:
"I will come back after they leave... Ysera, Tyrande, we have enough time to play..."
However, at the moment Xavius was about to enter the Nightmare Door, a black shadow jumped out from the shadows, wielding cold energy, and completely tore the swaying Nightmare Door into pieces. Under the bloody cold light,
In the blink of an eye, Xavius, who was attacked, let out a scream, and his whole body was kicked away by huge force.
The Nightmare King rolled around on the ground a few times. He raised his head in confusion and saw Malfurion standing there in the dim light of the transformation spell, wearing black armor and holding an icy war scythe.
The Death Druid, whose eyes had turned dim black, tilted his head. He still had the original posture of a mixture of man and beast, but his face no longer had the gentleness it once had. Instead, there was a touch of heart-numbing sadness.
Dead silence.
"Xavius, old friend, the game you want to play...do you mind if I join?"
