Live broadcast: Azeroth Chapter 1032 Tortola gives up thinking
The Dream Demon did not appear after the first Quicksand War.
As early as after the failure to plant the world tree Andrassil, the ancient gods found a secret passage into the Emerald Dream. Since then, sporadic monsters corrupted by the Dream Demon have appeared in the dream world.
Merinthera has also fought against some of these incubus monsters, and she is well aware of the harm this highly contagious and bewitching evil force can do to the Emerald Dream.
After being liberated from captivity and returning to the familiar Emerald Dream, she learned that Xavius, the Incubus King, was gone, and that the corruption of the Incubus was gradually fading away. Melinthela felt lucky for a while.
Who knew that the good times would not last long, and she soon learned the news about the appearance of the second generation Dream Demon King from her mother's mouth.
In the years since her escape, Melinthera has not relaxed her patrol of the Emerald Dream, making sure that the Dream Demon cannot silently corrode the Emerald Dream from the corner areas again.
Contrary to Melinsela's expectations, for a long time after that, except for the initial greeting with Sharlayan, the new Dream Demon King never appeared again, as if he had never existed.
Malfurion had only learned the true identity of the new Dream Demon King from Sharlayan not long ago, and he had not yet had time to report the details to the green dragon guarding the dream world.
Of course Melinsela has heard of Varoson's name, and she also knows that he is an egoist under the guise of the Queen's loyal dog.
Driven by desire, Xavius's pattern of action is quite traceable. All he wants to do is to prove to Azshara that he has outstanding abilities worthy of her, and by the way... to the person who killed him in the first place.
Malfurion's Revenge.
In contrast, Varoson, who has never been absolutely loyal to anyone, is not very good at predicting actions.
After learning about Goldrinn's experience from Sarlayan, both Omulon and Melinthra sounded alarm bells in their hearts.
Omulon, who is responsible for guarding the soul egg of Avina, does not need to worry too much about the other wilderness demigod souls who are looked after by his colleagues. He only needs to complete his job.
But Melinsela, who had an overview of the overall situation, could not be so relaxed. She began to worry whether those wilderness demigods who were still cultivating were also being targeted by Varosen, the king of nightmare demons.
Of course, this includes Aviana, the Mother of Birds.
After delivering the information to Melinthera, Sarlayan and his party embarked on the journey again, leaving the subsequent handling to the Green Dragon and Dru Yin.
As Sharlayan said, they were not familiar with the Emerald Dream, and rushing to help without overestimating their capabilities might have the opposite effect, so they simply left it all to Melinthela to coordinate the arrangements.
Coincidentally, after learning that Sarlayan and his party were going to visit Tortola and Cenarius, Melinthra entrusted Sarlayan to remind them to pay attention to safety, and the other demigods would go to visit them in person.
But before that, Melinsela still needs to eliminate the threat of the Harpy that is just around the corner.
After bidding farewell to the green dragon princess, who had important matters to attend to, Onyxia found the right direction and flew quickly, and soon arrived in front of the large lake in the southern part of Esenna Woodland.
Tortola, the turtle demigod, has almost recovered from his injuries, but he still subconsciously sinks his soul into dreams most of the time.
After all, for the demigods of the wilderness, the original Azeroth in their dreams was what they remembered.
Finding Tortola was not difficult, and there was no need to look for it. As soon as they arrived above the great lake, Sarlayan and his party saw a huge turtle lying on the edge of the lake, basking in the sun with its eyes closed.
Sensing the fluttering of wings coming from above, Tortola, who had a gentle personality, slowly opened his eyelids.
"oh?"
Feeling the familiar atmosphere, Tortola's huge body slowly stood up from the lake.
"Isn't this my mortal friend, Sharlayan Deep Shadow? It has not been long since you last left. Is there any good news for me this time?"
'It didn't take long...'
Sarlayan still couldn't adapt to the immortal species' concept of time, so he waved hello to the friendly turtle demigod with a twitching corner of his mouth.
"Dear Tortola, I haven't seen you for a while.
"Unfortunately, the news I bring this time may not be good."
After a brief exchange of greetings, Sarlayan got straight to the point and said: "I brought a total of two pieces of news during my visit this time."
"The first is the return of the Incubus King, and the second is that the Burning Legion is about to launch another invasion of Azeroth."
Because he was seriously injured in the ancient war, Tortola fell into a deep sleep for ten thousand years. He did not know much about the dream demons and the king of dream demons who emerged after his sleep, and he did not have deep feelings about them.
But when he heard the name of the Burning Legion, Tortola, who had been looking lazy before, immediately widened his eyes.
"Are you sure? This is not a topic that can be joked about."
Sarlayan nodded slowly without changing his expression: "I am sure that it was only one of the partial divisions of the Burning Legion that launched the attack first."
"They plan to use the interstellar portal connecting the two worlds to launch a new round of invasion into Azeroth from a dying world called Draenor."
"Delanor..." Tortola shook his huge head, causing the surrounding lake water to ripple: "I've never heard of it. I've never been good at using my brain."
"Just tell me, is there anything you need me to do?"
Sarlayan had dealt with Tortola once before, and he knew that the turtle demigod had a gentle temper and was easy to talk to.
Sure enough, when Sarlayan explained his plan to Tortola, he agreed to cooperate throughout the process without hesitation.
However, Tortola also raised some doubts about Sarlayan's plan.
"Salayan, I'm not overly concerned. I want to confirm, is it really possible to defeat this partial force of the Burning Legion with just the power of Azeroth's mortals?"
Sarlayan categorically promised: "If all the mortal forces can give up their prejudices and unite as one, as long as the Burning Legion does not send legion commanders of the level of Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, I am confident that we will fight
Win this defensive battle."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "There is even... there is hope to take the opportunity to counterattack Draenor and establish a planet-level outpost outside of Azeroth."
Tortola sighed doubtfully: "I still can't believe it, but I am willing to trust your judgment and just go ahead and do it."
"If you need my help, you can send someone to Mount Hyjal or the Emerald Dream to notify me at any time."
Sarlayan sincerely bowed to Tortola and thanked him: "Thank you for your understanding. I will try my best to ensure that mortals will not live up to your expectations."
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After easily defeating Tortola, who doesn't like to use his brain, the next journey is quite long.
It is not impossible to forcefully fly from Mount Hyjal to Northrend. After all, the ancient Kalimdor continent in the dream is complete, with no ocean in between.
Sarlayan sought the opinions of others, whether to turn around and go back to Melinsela to arrange the way into the dreamland, or to fly directly to Dragonblight.
If Sarlayan was in good health, Valeera and others would have chosen to spend this unique honeymoon traveling around the mountains and rivers.
Unfortunately, considering Sarlayan's current physical condition, it is best to make a quick decision to avoid long nights and dreams.
After the vote, except for Sarlayan who abstained, everyone unanimously agreed to take the dream path.
Melinsera, who was already busy, happily sent Sarlayan and his party to the entrance of the Dream Road. Through the guidance of the green dragon man who guarded the Dream Road, they successfully entered the dream teleportation leading to the Emerald Dragon Holy Land.
Door.
"Well?"
As soon as he walked out of the portal, Sarlayan heard a familiar low murmur.
"This aura is...Salayan?"
Although she is called a sleeper, Yinsera obviously will not sleep at any time in the Emerald Dream.
The Emerald Dragon Holy Land, which is blooming with a large number of various plants and full of vitality, can be said to be an extension of Yin Sera's power. As soon as Sarlayan and his party landed, Yin Sera, who was lying on the small island in the middle of the lake in the holy land, noticed something familiar.
the breath.
Sarlayan and the others suddenly felt that their eyes were blurred. Before they had time to see the scenery in front of them clearly, they were moved again. A huge green dragon with a graceful body and a crown on its head almost occupied their entire field of vision.
"What a rare visitor. I didn't expect to see your whole family in my dream."
Yin Sera lowered her head teasingly, letting her dragon's head face Sarlayan and his party.
"I know you never act without purpose. Tell me, why are you here looking for me...wait."
Yin Sera looked at Sarlayan's vertical boy shrinking, and asked with a little doubt: "Why is your soul in such a bad state? And... is this the remnant of Goldrinn's power?"
"this……"
Yin Sera showed a headache on her face: "That reckless guy caused trouble again? Didn't he put a lot of furious power into your body all at once?"
Sarlayan smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Your Majesty Yin Sera has a keen eye, as you said."
Yin Sera was also a little bit dumbfounded about this: "I finally know why you came to the Emerald Dream. It's okay. You are always too busy to take advantage of this opportunity to cultivate yourself in this green dream world.
Not bad."
"but……"
Yin Sera stopped her slightly joking tone: "You didn't come to me just for this, right?"
"Tell me, what trouble happened outside?"
This was not the first time Yin Sera had come into contact with Sarlayan, and she knew his style of doing things, so she simply cooperated with him and asked straight to the point.
Since Yin Sera was so happy, Sarlayan was not going to beat around the bush, and without any reservation, he conveyed to Yin Sera both the two pieces of news he had told Tortola before, and asked her to help recall Cenarius.
"The Burning Legion..."
Mentioning this unknown term, Yin Sera's expression became solemn, and then she raised her entire upper body lying on the ground.
"From the moment we drove them out of Azeroth with great difficulty 10,000 years ago, everyone who has participated in the War of the Ancients knows that one day the Burning Legion will return unwillingly."
"It's been ten thousand years, it's almost time."
Yin Sera's eyes flickered a little, as if she was sending information through a specific frequency.
After a few seconds, Yin Sera lowered her head and looked at Sarlayan again: "I have already informed Cenarius that you can rest well with me these days and wait patiently for him to arrive from elsewhere."
"I want to go back to the material world first and tell Malygos and Alexstrasza this important news."
"Why"
Yin Sera smiled helplessly and said: "I hope Nozdormu can come back before the decisive battle. I don't know if Solidomi has found him yet."
Sarlayan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Nozdormu is still lost in the rift of time and space and has not come back?"
'What the hell is the Bronze Dragon Queen doing? I've told her everything that needs to be said, but she still hasn't been able to convince the Time Dragon King who's got into the bull's horns?'