"Bastard Illidan! Why didn't you tell me..." Tyrande held her forehead, feeling a pain in her brain.
"I don't know his character." McDonald shrugged.
"Alas! Maybe he is not as evil as he appears. As a childhood sweetheart, I hope from the bottom of my heart that he is on the side of justice. But! Until it is proven that he is a spy who infiltrated the Burning Legion, he is still our Cardor
Ray’s great traitor.”
Illidan has done too many bad things, and quite a few of them involve the newly rising Draenei forces in the alliance. In the absence of hard evidence, this cannot be washed away.
Tyrande wouldn't bother doing any of this.
The reforms being implemented within the night elves were enough for her to worry about.
Brother Stormrage? I love you so much! She has had enough of these two cheaters.
McDonough didn't know why, but when he mentioned Brother Stormrage in front of Tyrande, he always felt a strange sense of accomplishment.
Ahem!
That’s too far!
The current focus is still on the crisis in the Emerald Dream.
Tyrande came here this time mainly to ask, "Can the druids observe the situation in the Emerald Dream?"
This request gave McDonald a little trouble.
"You know, Trident's methods are really unusual. Believe me, once you see what they do, any kind-hearted Druid will drastically reduce their trust in Trident and even in me.
And a good impression of the alliance."
Tyrande frowned: "However, the druids have a passion for defending the Emerald Dream that is beyond human understanding. I can't control it anymore!"
For MacDonald, in a sense, a druid is a being who is a god on one side and a devil on the other.
It is good to advocate the harmonious nature of nature. When he healed the land corrupted by the Scourge, the druid made great efforts. However, when he promoted the industrial revolution and strengthened the alliance's combat power, many stubborn druids jumped out again.
Block Tyrande's industrialization efforts in the military industry.
McDonald shook his head and said, "Let's do this. My family will tell me directly and let them swear by their beliefs not to reveal anything about what they saw. Then, I will excerpt less exciting clips and give them to them."
have a look."
Tyrande noticed the word 'excerpt' sensitively.
She was slightly surprised: "You can directly contact most of the frontline Trident soldiers?"
McDonald's facial muscles twitched slightly: "Quite a few of them are masters of mental power. If a certain part of the Emerald Dream has not completely turned into a nightmare state, they can still transmit the 'dream'."
Without too much entanglement, after a short discussion, the Cenarion Circle bosses headed by Hamuul Runetotem collectively passed through the portal and visited the Golden Sword Port.
In the military meeting hall, there are three floors, with 12 on each floor, and 36 magic mirrors, which are approximately equivalent to a 60-inch screen. Each screen is a dream front line.
The battle in the dream made the big druids stunned.
For example, in a certain scene, at the beginning [Bashu Smoke and Cloud] slowly walked in the green woods with the characteristics of the Emerald Dream.
Suddenly, the big green trees nearby grew upwards and mutated in shape, turning the surrounding area into a large group of satyrs.
However, the Trident operator did not stop or look back, as if he could not see the group of satyrs at all.
As a bystander, even Hamuul could feel the evil energy surrounding him. He felt that the cold feeling in his vest became more and more obvious and intense!
Just when Hamuul felt that his body was gradually becoming stiff.
[Bashu Yanyun], who was walking among the Satyrs, seemed to be grabbed by countless invisible ghost hands, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air.
Just when the audience thought that this operator could no longer hold up, suddenly, another operator's voice came from the mirror.
"Got you!"
The picture in the mirror suddenly changed, and the emerald jungle scene familiar to the druids once again came into view.
But the previously illusory mutations and the Satyr cluster suddenly disappeared like a blurred bubble that had been punctured.
At this moment, all the images in the picture seemed to have a real sense, but a strange cold and wet feeling seemed to cross the space and hit the face.
At this time, everyone saw that a faceless man was bound like a net by a ball of equally evil black energy.
The hunter became the prey.
His figure was immediately squashed, squeezed, and stirred.
There are obviously colorful clouds floating in the sky in the dream, but the situation of the faceless man reminds people of the colorful clouds.
right!
It's such a chaotic and ugly thing.
After a few seconds, a human figure condensed in the void. [Laughing Buddha] put on his gloves, dug through the mud-like limbs of the Faceless Man, and picked out an octopus-like thing.
That's the faceless man's head.
"Tell me! Where is Xavius?" he pressed.
The Faceless Man formed a structure similar to a human face, showing an expression that was theoretically a joke. It said human words: "Idiot! You are the one who fell into the trap."
At this moment, the landscape in the magic mirror changed to one side again.
The druids watching immediately understood that this operator had been forcibly pulled into another nightmare!
What surprised them the most was that the operator didn't even need to do anything. Looking at the confident expression on his face, it was clear that he was very sure that his condition was fine.
Even though the woods around him had suddenly and unscientifically turned into a tide of shadows rushing towards him, there were even countless terrifying mouthparts and tentacles reaching towards him in the shadows.
but……
He seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, taking two leisurely steps, and then took out something that a druid would never understand.
What is McDonald's habit of holding his forehead that makes him design the appearance of his mental core triggering device to look like... a hot pot soup bag?
[Laughing Buddha] chuckled: "Yuanyang hot pot is the last line for the spicy ones!"
The next moment, when the highly concentrated spiritual power in his hand suddenly spread out in the dream, there was a burst of screams from all around.
That thing was outrageous, like a can of paint spilled on a painting.
When a massive amount of spiritual energy bombs exploded, mixed with various sources of genocide, mind flayers, and beholder demons, the effect would be tantamount to dropping a tactical nuclear bomb.
"Bang"
The scene in the entire nightmare space was distorted, and a large blank appeared on the magic mirror.
The druids were dumbfounded again.
Hamuul: "If they do this, won't they completely destroy their own spirit?"
McDonald was so embarrassed, how should he explain it?
The clones are just controlled objects of their mental projection, and what is projected to the Emerald Dream is not their soul, but a piece of mental power that was originally intended to be thrown out.
It's just so lifelike that even the druids thought it was the real soul of the sand player entering it. (To be continued.)
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