"I am the manifestation of nightmares! The shadow of despair! I am... the tyrant of dreams!"
In the dim sky of the Emerald Dream, in the dark red ominous light curtain, the huge body of Eranikus, the completely nightmare king of the dream, roared across the battlefield. This dream tyrant with a dark red aura of violence wrapped around his body continued to attack.
The undead camp below was spewing strange smoke, and those black smoke-like things fell to the ground, and a twisted nightmare appeared on the land that had been plowed by artillery fire. These incorporeal things made Dark Blade's
The firepower advantage was also suppressed to a minimum.
Behind Eranikus, there are dozens of dream dragons infected by nightmares. These guys are not as powerful as the nightmare tyrants, but they are dragons after all, with extremely powerful bodies and corrosive breath.
The arrival of these guys put the Dark Blade Army, which had been pushing the nightmare all the way, into a bitter battle.
"Knock it down! Beat these bastards down!"
The dwarf sub-death lord Barton, who served as the commander of the tank unit, buckled his helmet and stood on the steam tank, roaring crazily. The heavy cannon on top of the tank in a defensive formation was aimed at the sky. Whenever a giant dragon swooped down,
When the time comes, those machine guns will roar and fire.
The armor-piercing bullets specially prepared for these flying behemoths are staggered in the air. Each salvo can penetrate the bodies of those unlucky ones, tear off their wings, and make those nightmare dragons fall to the ground. But these nightmare dragons
The behemoths' resilience to the high concentration of nightmare power is astonishing, and even if they fall to the ground, they will not lose their fighting power.
A nightmare dragon with its wings torn to pieces roared and rushed to the front of the tank position despite the bombardment of machine guns and grenades. The giant beast roared wildly and grabbed the heavy tank in front of it with its sharp claws.
As the blood flowed, the tank weighing more than ten tons was grabbed by force and thrown towards the center of the battlefield.
Again, for these predators at the top of Azeroth's food chain, no matter how thorough the preparations are, there will always be casualties.
"Damn dragon!"
Lord Barton saw that his beloved tank was destroyed. The violent dwarf death knight pushed away the orc knight behind him. He lifted up the heavy cannon mounted on the top of the tank. In the roar of the dwarf's broken gong throat, this
The irritable lord aimed the machine cannon at the nightmare dragon raging in the position. Amidst the low roar of bullets, the eyes of the nightmare dragon were blown out, and the entire head was torn open in a dozen seconds of shooting.
A little less than half.
"Bang"
The machine gun that had run out of bullets was thrown aside, and the secondary death lord Barton let out a bad breath and straightened his helmet fiercely. He looked back at the chaotic battlefield ahead, and the dwarf's sinister eyes rolled.
Turning around, he turned around and shouted to the orderer in the tank:
"Let the boys load the holy silver armor-piercing bullets!"
"But sir, special bombs can only be used in emergencies!"
The messenger retorted, only to hear the irritable dwarf sub-lord curse:
"Asshole! This is an emergency. If you are asked to use it, you can use it! Stop talking so much nonsense!"
A few minutes later, one-third of the tank machine guns were replaced with special bullets. At Patton's order, countless rays of silver light were sprayed from the muzzles of those heavy machine guns. These were loaded with a sufficient amount of holy silver.
The armor-piercing bullets are very precious. They are special bullets prepared by the Dark Blade Legion for special battlefields. Because this thing also has great restraint on the undead itself, it is a terrifying existence that can destroy the low-level undead instantly, so it is generally used
Won't use it.
But this expensive thing was really brilliant when used here. In this round of volleys of holy silver bullets, more than seven nightmare dragons screamed and fell to the ground. These holy silver bullets pierced the body of the nightmare dragon.
, causing terrible purifying damage to these monsters that had been corrupted by nightmares, and this super-powerful result made the dwarf who had been observing the battlefield beam with excitement, and he shouted for the soldiers to prepare for the second round of shooting.
But at this moment, a skinny human wearing a black uniform and icy mist wrapped around his body appeared behind Barton. He reached out and pressed the shoulder of the irritable dwarf, and stopped Barton's order in a low voice:
"General Patton, take your steel monsters to suppress those low-level creatures."
This guy who suddenly appeared glanced at the roaring nightmare dragons in the sky with his blue eyes, and then showed a weird smile. He said to the dwarf sub-lord in an annoying tone:
"Next, it will be up to me and my warriors to take over this battlefield... After all, only the giant dragon can deal with the giant dragon."
Barton slapped the guy's hand on his shoulder away in disgust, and the dwarf shouted with some dissatisfaction:
"Asshole, Nefarian, my boys and I are almost defeating those damn dragons, but you come to steal our victory! I won't leave! I want to kill all these stupid dragons!"
"This is Saurfang's order, you can complain to him!"
Seeing that the dwarves disobeyed orders, the face of Nefarian, the commander of the Frost Dragon Chapter, also darkened. Even after death, the black dragon prince who was resurrected by Tyrion still maintained the arrogant nature of the former King of Blackstone.
, he said in a deep voice impatiently:
"My war group and I have more important missions in Northrend, bastard, but I still have to take the time to come here to help you fight. Don't get in trouble, you stupid and stubborn dwarf! Go and beat you.
I've taken over the battle here!"
After saying that, Nefarian waved his fingers forward, and his deep, silent voice spread throughout the battlefield at this moment:
"Bone dragons! Take to the sky...defeat these weak living beings!"
In the roar of the Frost Dragon King, a terrifying bone dragon with its head covered in frost flapped its wings and roared into the battlefield from behind the ground position. Among them were black dragons, red dragons, and blue dragons, but after joining
After the Dark Blade Legion, their previous identities were meaningless. After removing the shackles of flesh and blood and being filled with the cold power of death, these death dragons had new identities.
They established an independent army within the Dark Blade Legion. Currently, there are two chapters with a total of 4,500 frost dragons. The leader of the frost dragon chapter, Nefarian, is not satisfied that this can already rival any Aspect Dragon.
With the power of the Legion, he has been seeking for the Dark Blade Legion to break into the Dragonbone Wilds so that he can resurrect more bone dragons in the Dragon's Tomb.
Nefarian is still an ambitious guy after his death. He is eager to have his own place within the Dark Blade. He is even more eager to make the frost dragons a new race independent of the dragon race of Azeroth. However, in
Before that, he must find a way to solve the problem of the frost dragon being unable to reproduce.
The good news is that Nefarian, who has been busy in Northrend in recent years, recently heard that Tyrion, the great lord of Dark Blade, seems to have a solution to this problem...
The 500 frost dragons brought by Nefarian occupied the sky battlefield of the Emerald Dream in a short period of time. Under the absolute numerical advantage, the green dragons corroded by the nightmare were quickly defeated.
On the battlefield in the sky, the fierce and unafraid of pain, the frost dragons surrounded the nightmare dragons in groups. Every moment, the nightmare dragons whose wings were torn off and fell to the earth were screaming, but then they
They will be swarmed by the merciless bone dragons and completely eliminated.
Nefarian is not here to do good things...the green dragons killed by the frost dragon will also join his frost dragon battle group after a period of recovery, so to be precise, this giant
Commander Long came to the Emerald Dream to "recruit troops."
But there are always some guys that ordinary bone dragons can't deal with...
"Bang"
A huge frost dragon was grabbed by the spine by the terrifying Eranikus's claws, and was torn into three pieces in the air. Seeing the dream tyrant wreaking havoc everywhere, Nefarian's eyes changed.
Feeling more and more gloomy, he took a few steps forward. With a deep roar, Nefarian also transformed into a bone dragon and rushed into the sky, fighting with Eranikus himself.
The King of Dreams is about 150 meters long, and Nefarian, after becoming a frost dragon, has been infused with the power of death all year round, and his body length is also 120 meters. The fight between the two giant beasts in the air is earth-shattering, although Nefarian may also
They are no match for the manic Eranikus, but considering that the Frost Dragon side has a decisive numerical advantage after all, the defeat of the Dream Tyrant is probably only a matter of time.
On the other side, under the leadership of the steam tank troops, the Dark Blade Legion, which quickly captured the nightmare position, also encountered another thorny problem.
"Ouch!"
With the crazy wolf howling sound in the destroyed jungle, the wolf spirit Goldrinn, who had most of his body transformed into a nightmare, rushed through the Dark Blade Army's front line like a bloody wind. Three steam tanks were caught by the wolf spirit's claws.
The wind blade he was carrying cut open, and Saurfang, who tried to block it, was completely knocked away. A moment later, the death lord Saurfang, who rose from the ground, pulled off his torn battle helmet.
Staring at the wolf spirit in front of him, he turned his head and spat.
"Pooh"
The orc lord held the battle ax in his hand with both hands and roared again as he rushed towards the nightmare-turned-wild demigod in front of him. The battlefield where one man and one man fought was instantly covered by dark red wind blades and withering death energy.
.
Speaking of which, Saurfang, the orc death lord, is indeed powerful, enough to crush most of the living warriors, but the opponent in front of him is one of the 15 wilderness demigods in Azeroth...and all the wilderness.
One of the most capable demigods, this is a good opponent, but the problem is that no matter who loses or wins, this battle will last for a long time.
"Do you want to call for support?"
Because of Goldrinn's sudden appearance, the Blood Lord Severn of the Dark Blade Chapter was blocked in the way. Yanshang looked back at his companion Autumn. These two high elves were also veterans of the Dark Blade.
However, the two of them are not keen on war and are typical research talents, so they are also very low-key within the Dark Blade. However, this time they were very curious about the magical composition of the Emerald Dream, so the two of them also joined the battle group.
Faced with Severn's question, Autumn rolled his eyes:
"Support? Who can you ask for support? This person in front of you is a demigod. It will be useless to ask a few death lords to come over. What's more, you don't know Saurfang's persistence in fighting. Not only does he not appreciate it when you ask for support,
They also complain that we are too busy..."
"How about asking the boss to come over?"
Severn hesitated and asked again. Autumn glanced at the fiery battle scene in front of him and shrugged:
"The boss is very busy and probably won't be able to spare the time... Speaking of which, facing the current situation in Azeroth, we really lack some high-end combat capabilities."
While the two blood lords were talking, the battle situation suddenly took a new turn. In a sudden deep roar, Goldrinn, the nightmare wolf spirit who was about to attack Saurfang, was severely beaten by a bear claw that suddenly appeared.
The shot flew away.
In the flash of several emerald halos, almost all the wilderness demigods who had just been resurrected in this world appeared on the battlefield. Ursok, the giant bear who had just beaten the wolf spirit away, looked at the wolf spirit Goldrinn who was infected by the nightmare.
A trace of sadness flashed across its bright eyes. Beside it, Agamaggan lowered his head and launched a charge the moment he appeared, sending Goldrinn flying several times while he was still on his feet.
"Quack!"
Anzu's iconic scream echoed through the infected jungle:
"Necrons! Go and fight your battle. Let the demigods resolve the battle between demigods."
Saurfang was a little unhappy that the battle was interrupted, but considering the combat goal of Dark Blade, the orc death lord snorted, picked up the battle ax and was about to leave, but before leaving the battlefield, Saurfang looked back
Holding Ansu's hand, he whispered:
"Don't forget what you promised to the great lord..."
Anzu glared at Saurfang with great dissatisfaction. It then looked at the wolf spirit Goldrinn who was surrounded by demigods. It lowered its voice:
"Don't worry, what should be given to Tyrion will always come to him."
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"The Queen of Dreams is back!"
Ysera flapped her wings with a green halo and slowly landed on the top of the Dream Tower. Seeing the return of the awakened people who had been missing for many days, the rebels who still insisted on taking positions around the Dream Tower cheered.
They had observed the war that broke out deep in the nightmare camp, and they thought it was the reinforcements brought back by the Awakeners, and perhaps other Aspect Dragons from Wyrmrest Temple were participating in the battle.
This is undoubtedly a real shot in the arm for the rebels who have been besieged by the nightmare for several days, are tired and desperate, and cannot escape from the nightmare war because the nodes in the world have been closed.
"Awakener, you have brought reinforcements. The nightmare is about to fail, right?"
The archdruid Koda Steelclaw, who had been severely injured in the previous war, asked hopefully. Looking at Steelclaw's eyes, Ysera really couldn't tell the truth. She sighed and hugged her eyes.
This Kaldorei Archdruid, she whispered:
"Yes, I have brought back powerful reinforcements, and the war in the Emerald Dream will end today... But Keda, and Shaun, have some bad news that I must tell you."
"The Kaldorei elves suffered a simultaneous attack from Naga and the undead. Archdruid Malfurion died on the spot. Although in the end, under the leadership of Tyrande, the elves paid a great price and drove away the invaders.
, but...but the World Tree was burned."
"You, what did you say?"
This horrific news made the Cenarion Druids in the Dream Tower feel like they were struck by lightning, but Ysera did not give them much time to question or think. She raised her hands, wrapped in the power of the Dream,
The awakened person whispered:
"Thank you, heroes, for everything you have done for the Emerald Dream, but compared to this place, the severely damaged world needs you more..."
"Believe me, peace will be restored to the Emerald Dream soon. At that time, the world will welcome you as before, but now... you have to leave..."
The power of dream authority enveloped the entire dream tower and the surrounding land that had not been occupied by nightmares. Those heroes who persisted to the end in the siege of nightmares were sent back to the present world in the shining of this light curtain, and after doing all this
After that, Ysera looked back at the green dragons still behind her, and she whispered sadly:
"Fighters of the Dream Legion, what I am going to say next is top secret! No one can reveal the details of today's war to mortals without my permission!"
"What I brought back was not the reinforcements from Wyrmrest Temple...but the Dark Blade Undead. Today, life and death will stand on the same front."
"I know this sounds difficult to understand, but no matter how much you hate the undead, at least today, they are our trustworthy comrades... Now, in the name of the Green Dragon Queen, I need you to go to the battlefield immediately to fight for the Dark Blade.
The battle group guides the direction and captures the fortress of nightmare as quickly as possible!"