Chapter 1505: Ignos's Prophecy Thank you for your monthly ticket support
As soon as he stepped into the Blackheart Woods, the power of corrosive nightmares rushed towards him. Malfurion paused for a moment, waiting for him to adapt to the power before flying inside.
Dreams and nightmares are like life and death, opposing and dependent on each other.
The Emerald Dream brings sweet dreams to the druids, while the Emerald Nightmare is a paradise for satyrs to carnival.
Malfurion strictly prohibited the druids from coming into contact with the power of nightmares, but he himself was not that resistant.
Occasionally, Malfurion would study nightmares, as Xavius was also an accomplished druid.
Xavius, who was affected by the nightmare, never fell into madness, and Malfurion was also able to stay awake under the nightmare.
In the Black Heart Woodland, the giant bear with scarlet eyes raised its head and roared violently. The corroded ancient trees shook their branches to resist the arrival of this uninvited guest.
Fortunately, the shadow of Xavius deep in the forest calmed the emotions of the creatures, and a voice echoed in Malfurion's ears:
"Look who is here, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage. During the days when you were sleeping, I followed the agreement and secretly monitored Tyrande. She did not do anything to feel sorry for you, especially with her.
Your brother has nothing to do with it? I find Tyrande hates him."
Malfurion blushed. This was an agreement with Xavius. The Shadow of Xavius possessed some druid powers and could use the power of nature to monitor Tyrande.
"That is not my brother." Malfurion emphasized specifically: "I have noticed something is wrong with him from a long time ago. My poor brother Illidan Stormrage is unknown where he is."
"If you are not here for Tyrande, let me guess your purpose."
The Shadow of Xavius was quiet for a while, and then suddenly said: "Prophet Velen spreads the benefits of the Holy Light everywhere, claiming that Jaina was reborn with the help of the Holy Light. Maybe you have other ideas."
"Shut up, I hate that woman."
Malfurion was full of hatred, and now he had reached the deepest part of the forest, where the Shadow of Xavius was.
Landing firmly on the ground, Malfurion whispered: "Take me to see Cenarius. This will be easy for you, my old friend."
"No, no, we are not friends, and I am not your subordinate. Apart from the similarity in hating Jaina, we have nothing in common."
Malfurion shrugged and said, "I understand. Your Satyr legion is short of people. How about I send some displeasing night elves in the name of crusading against the Emerald Nightmare?"
The Shadow of Xavius shook his head: "My condition is very simple. You go into the depths of the nightmare with me. The Age of Holy Light has arrived. My heart is also full of doubts and I need guidance."
Malfurion guessed what it was and asked, "Are you going to activate Il'gynos?"
Il'gynoth is the terrifying incarnation of the Nightmare Heart, living in a giant decaying tree. It is said to be the creation of the ancient god N'zoth, and can also be said to be a part of N'zoth.
It represents the outstanding wisdom of the ancient gods, collects the dreams of all living beings in Azeroth, and can often give amazing prophecies.
Xavius and Malfurion once worked together to study Il'gynos. Il'gynoth's prophecies always contained metaphors, which required speculation and guessing.
The more information given, the easier it will be to understand Il'gynoth's prophecies.
The Shadow of Xavius solemnly said: "Many people have shared their memories, including your mentor Cenarius, but I am looking forward to you even more."
After all, Malfurion is one of the most powerful druids in the world and the leader of the night elves. He is at the center of power and can be said to be a person who can influence history.
As long as Malfurion shares his knowledge, Igynoth's predictions will become clearer and more accurate.
"It's just what I want. I also want to know what the arrival of the Holy Light Legion means."
The branches with strong nightmare power tied up Malfurion. He did not resist, but slowly closed his eyes.
Just like entering the Emerald Dream countless times, after his physical body fell asleep, his spirit and memory entered the Emerald Nightmare.
In front of him is the tall Xavius. In the Emerald Nightmare, Xavius is a twisted and bloated monster with huge magic horns on his head. His whole body is densely covered with red nightmare power, which is stronger than ordinary ancient war trees.
tall.
Malfurion looked straight at Xavius, avoiding eye contact, lest he see himself in his pupils.
Distortion and deformation are inevitable and must be quite ugly. He never sees what he looks like in nightmares.
Xavius led the way, muttering dissatisfiedly as he walked:
"This is my world, I control everything, I am the god in the nightmare, but now there are some guys sharing my power, Malfurion, fortunately you are not interested in nightmares, look at how bloated you are
Your figure is really disgusting. I miss the Emerald Dream so much, where I was much more handsome than you."
It seems that Xavius was a little dissatisfied with the wilderness demigods who came to seek refuge, and took this opportunity to politely reject Malfurion.
Two behemoths walked through the nightmare and came to a rotten giant tree.
The rotten branches trembled slightly and rested on Malfurion's shoulders. Xavius whispered:
"Relax, Malfurion, open your heart. You can mark the privacy that you don't want others to know, and then hide it in the deepest part of your memory. Il'gynoth will only scan the shallowest level of memory. Your privacy is very important to the prophecy."
Not helpful at all.”
Malfurion knew Il'gynoth as well as Xavius, and was already familiar with it.
The process of scanning memories was very fast, and Malfurion felt a chill in his head, and the branches left his shoulders.
The giant tree kept shaking and making a hoarse and unpleasant creaking sound. Xavius unexpectedly said:
"Il'gynoth has made a major harvest, and your memory has helped it a lot. I have a hunch that the greatest prophecy in history has appeared."
All living beings are good at forgetting. There are many inadvertent little things in life and some uninteresting conversations that may be forgotten in a blink of an eye.
And those inconspicuous details, pictures that are not valued by the human brain, if summarized and analyzed, may predict the future direction.
Xavius and Malfurion both raised their ears, and Il'gynoth's erratic voice echoed in their ears:
"Tall mountains revolve around the planet, and wanderers are no longer lost."
"The twins are hostile to each other, they are just pawns."
"The empire was reborn, they were buying and selling flesh and blood, and someone rejected him."
"On the throne, the gods overlook the earth, and there will be no hunger from now on."
"The stars drowned in the starry sky, and the white shadows were mistaken for heroes."
"The pain of flesh and blood will dissipate, and the real torture will never end. Who is fueling the flames, and who is laughing behind the scenes."
"The light paves the way for the Queen to return home and inherit the throne. She must clear the obstacles."
"The magical mountain peaks hit the sea of stars, just for that brilliant moment."
"The savior returns and eats the flesh and blood of the eternal."
"Your light is extinguished..."
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Xavius touched his chin and whispered: "This is really an unexpected prophecy. Malfurion, how much do you understand?"
Malfurion scratched his head and said distressedly: "Compared with knowledge, I am not as good as my mentor Cenarius."
Xavius nodded: "Okay, let's go meet your mentor."