Nightmare

The Emerald Dream, this is a magical place.

It is a world created by the Titans based on the ancient world of Azeroth.

But it is not a purely material world, nor is it a purely non-material world like the Twisting Nether or the elemental planes.

It exists between the material and non-material, containing all kinds of incredible secrets.

Due to its inherent connection with Azeroth, the creatures of Azeroth in ancient times all had a "backup" in the dream.

For example, the souls of the deceased immortals are still preserved in the dream.

As long as there is a suitable opportunity, they can be resurrected again.

Aiden had seen the souls of the bear immortal brothers Ursol and Ursoc, who died in the War of the Ancients, and the boar immortal Agamaggan in the dream.

These immortal demigods can be resurrected as long as they get a suitable opportunity.

This dream world is guarded by the Green Dragon Queen, "Ysera the Dreamer."

Cenarius, the "Lord of the Forest," is Ysera's adopted son, so he can freely enter and exit the Emerald Dream.

Benefiting from this, the druids who believe in his Way of Nature have also mastered the method of entering the Emerald Dream in their sleep.

Cenarius likes to stay in the Emerald Dream, not only to enjoy the love of his adoptive mother Ysera, but also because the soul of his father, "Malorne the Wayshower," who died in the War of the Ancients, also stays in this world.

Although they are separated by life and death, he can still communicate with Malorne in the dream.

The Emerald Dream was originally a pure and flawless pure land, but now, it has also been polluted by something that even its master Ysera cannot resist.

A terrible nightmare is spreading in this dream.

The druids sleeping in the dream are all entangled in nightmares and cannot escape.

Because of this, when the Burning Legion arrived, Tyrande's spell left by Malfurion failed to awaken her husband and other druids.

Without the help of these powerful druids, the power of the night elves would not have been able to stop the powerful Burning Legion.

Tyrande, at a loss, therefore risked releasing the prisoner Illidan, who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years.

If you don't consider the mistakes Illidan had made, this demon hunter is definitely one of the best powerhouses in the night elf clan.

Moreover, his profession is very good at dealing with demons, and now he can be put to use.

Maiev and her wardens went to Ashenvale to deal with the demons hiding there.

She hated Illidan the most, and Illidan also extremely hated this jailer who had guarded him for ten thousand years.

In order to avoid them meeting, Tyrande sent Illidan to the Black Coast.

The naga on this coastline are frantically attacking the night elf garrison, and the sentinels there have repeatedly requested reinforcements.

However, Mount Hyjal is even more important, so Tyrande had to send Illidan to solve that trouble.

Tyrande, who was working hard all day long, became more and more worried: the demons are approaching, how can we solve this crisis?

She piously prayed to the moon goddess Elune, hoping that the goddess could guide her again, but so far she has not received any clear indication.

Today she repeated her past actions—trying to use the spell left by Malfurion to awaken the sleeping druids.

Past experience told her that this was a futile act.

She used the spell on Malfurion with a faint hope, but she was still disappointed.

Finally, she found Fandral Staghelm, a powerful druid second only to Malfurion.

In fact, she no longer had any expectations in her heart, and only did it mechanically as if to complete a task.

But a miracle happened when she had no hope—after the spell ended, under Staghelm's closed eyelids, his eyeballs turned a few times.

Tyrande thought she was seeing things, rubbed her eyes, and found that Staghelm did show signs of waking up.

She shook Staghelm's body and shouted in surprise: "Staghelm, wake up!"

Fandral Staghelm opened his eyes at her call.

"Tyrande, did you wake me up?" he asked.

After a long sleep, he tried to stretch his body to familiarize himself with the feeling of returning to the real world again.

"You're finally awake! I was so worried, Malfurion, and you, what happened in the Emerald Dream?" Tyrande asked almost incoherently.

Staghelm was stunned for a moment, trying to recall the events in the dream: "Let me think... the Emerald Dream..."

He slowly recalled everything.

"There's a little trouble there," Staghelm said with a solemn expression.

In fact, it was more than just a little trouble—as a witness, he knew very well what happened inside.

Even the demigod Cenarius was trapped in the nightmare.

He was able to come out entirely because he had reached an agreement with another great being.

That great being is the Nightmare Lord Xavius!

This person was once Queen Azshara's most trusted wizard and chief advisor, and was also the mastermind behind guiding the Burning Legion's first invasion of the world of Azeroth.

Sargeras personally transformed him into the first satyr with fel energy.

But now, Xavius has a new master, and his master has made him more powerful than ever before!

Tyrande asked eagerly: "Malfurion, how is he?"

"He needs some help," Staghelm replied.

He pondered for a moment, looked at the priestess, and said, "Tyrande, I saw a very terrible scene in the dream—the Burning Legion is invading our world again.

Tell me, is this true?"

"You already know?" Tyrande was a little surprised.

The other party had just woken up.

"Yes, I foresaw this in the dream," Staghelm's voice became heavy.

Tyrande's reaction confirmed what the Nightmare Lord Xavius had told him.

He felt complicated, both worried about the arrival of the Burning Legion and excited about another thing.

Staghelm said: "Tyrande, this will be a catastrophe no less than the War of the Ancients."

Tyrande's heart sank, and she recalled the earth-shattering war ten thousand years ago.

Can this world withstand another such catastrophe?

"But don't worry, believe me, the Burning Legion will fail again!" Staghelm got up from the place where he was sleeping and stretched his body.

Now he has an urgent matter to do first.

Tyrande showed a forced smile, her husband was still asleep, and she was very worried.

"Well, I hope so."

"I will now awaken the druids!" Staghelm said to Tyrande.

"Really? You have a way?" Tyrande immediately turned from worry to joy.

At this moment, only Malfurion could give her the most sense of security.

"Of course," Staghelm chanted a spell.

He used another spell that was completely different from the awakening method mastered by Tyrande, but it did work.

As the spell was completed, a large number of sleeping druids woke up from their nightmares, and each of them was still haunted by the terrifying scenes in the dream that tormented their nerves.

But the person Tyrande most wanted to wake up was still asleep.

"Why, why is Malfurion still asleep?" Tyrande asked anxiously. She had been waiting by Malfurion's side, but while almost all the other druids had awakened, there was no sign of awakening in her beloved.

Cenarius comforted her, "Malfurion has encountered greater trouble. He is still struggling to break free. Trust me, he will wake up!"

Tyrande wasn't reassured by Cenarius's words. She had a nagging premonition that things were getting worse and worse. But now that most of the druids had awakened and things were improving, where did this premonition of hers come from?

In any case, after Cenarius awakened a large number of druids, the power of the night elves was greatly restored. Tyrande dispatched these powerful druids to various territories of the night elves, intending to eliminate all threats in the territories. Moreover, Onu'mrun had not returned for a long time. Tyrande concluded that something must have happened to this druid who went to contact the Valoran Expeditionary Force, so she sent Broll Bearmantle, Malfurion's most proud disciple, with a team to re-establish contact with the expeditionary force.

During this period, the situation in Felwood Forest had almost spiraled out of control. Tyrande believed that Onu'mrun and his team were likely lost here. This polluted forest was right next to Mount Hyjal, and the night elves had to restore their rule over it.

This was a severe task, and only Archdruid Cenarius could handle it.

Her guess was correct. Now, Felwood Forest was almost completely ruled by "The Destroyer" Mannoroth. Demons from large areas nearby were gathering here under his command.

He was diligently preparing for his master's arrival. During this waiting period, if any short-sighted fellows dared to provoke him, he wouldn't mind having some appetizers first.

Like that druid team last time, and several nearby night elf camps, had now become his meals.

"Legion Commander, more night elves are offering themselves!" A Nathrezim demon said while Mannoroth was lost in thought.

"Oh? Excellent, I was feeling bored!" Mannoroth, who had been listless just now, immediately cheered up. He shouted loudly, "Assemble, quickly, quickly! My servants, battle is here!"

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Since "The Tidecaller" Fizz accepted the mission of tracking the naga, he had been tracking them along the coast of Azshara for more than half a month. The naga's actions seemed aimless. They swam out of the deep sea, selected the most powerful female naga as their leader, and then attacked the nearest place. If the attack was blocked and they suffered heavy losses, they would merge into other naga groups, merge together, and continue to attack other places.

With Fizz's notification, the Valoran Expeditionary Force ambushed the places the naga were about to attack in advance, and the results had been brilliant for the past half month. The naga, who had suffered heavy losses, had not dared to land again for three consecutive days.

Several branches of female naga finally realized something was wrong. They gathered together and held a secret meeting to discuss countermeasures.

These naga came from highborne elves, and now what they said was basically no different from Darnassian, but because they lived in the water, the pronunciation was a bit different.

But no matter what the naga were saying, Fizz couldn't understand it. He hadn't learned the language of the night elves, and he hadn't participated in the mission last time either. After Onu'mrun came to the Righteous Land, he had only seen him from a distance. The murloc was completely uninterested in diplomatic matters.

So, as far as he was concerned, what these naga said was just noise.

"Our team has been severely damaged and has been replenished three times."

"I am the only one left of the clansmen who came ashore with me."

"These people on the shore are very cunning!"

"We need to request more reinforcements."

"Where is Lady Vashj?"

"She seems to be on the Black Coast, with a more important task."

"We cannot disrupt Lady Vashj's plan. Let's think of other ways!"

"Should we ask for help from Lord Xavius?"

"...He's so scary!"

"But he's nearby. If we don't complete the mission, we will definitely be killed by the Queen!"

"Then let's ask for help from Lord Xavius!"

These female naga with several pairs of arms were chattering like this. Fizz didn't understand the meaning, but he still remembered a few frequently mentioned words: Vashj, Xavius, Queen.

When the naga had agreed on a result, their main force began to swim further north. Fizz continued to follow quietly until the group of sea monsters swam to a cliff in northern Azshara.

There was nothing special about this cliff, except for a large tree that was eye-catching. It was very tall, and its trunk was covered with various tumor-shaped protrusions, which looked a bit disgusting. Twisted vines hung down from the branches, some hanging into the sea and some Dive in the cliff.

Most of its roots were in the sea, with only a small part climbing up the cliff. Logically speaking, a tree soaked in seawater would definitely die from not being able to absorb water, but it was still alive and tenacious, and it looked very lush.

The sea breeze was whistling, and the vines were rippling, like twisting tentacles.

Ordinary giant trees only make people feel strong and upright, but this tree makes people feel ferocious and terrifying.

Fizz looked at this tree from a distance, and he always had a feeling that its roots were still climbing up the cliff.

This tree was definitely not an ordinary tree, because the naga had painstakingly swam here and were now surrounding the roots of the tree, reverently praying in the naga language.

"There must be something strange about this tree!" Fizz muttered to himself, tilting his head. "It doesn't look good!"

What happened later made Fizz even more certain of his judgment. Because he saw that after the naga finished praying, the strange tree stretched out its twisted roots to entangle the naga, and the fine hairs at the ends of the roots grew into the naga's bodies.

The naga let out painful screams and struggled in the sea.

Fizz widened his eyes: "Could this tree be a man-eating tree?"

He thought that the strange tree would suck the blood of these naga like a man-eating vine, but it didn't happen. After the naga screamed for a while, the roots released them. After this torment, the naga that had been entangled by the roots increased in size by a few points. Fizz noticed that each naga had evolved an extra pair of arms—twisted arms like roots.

"So scary, so scary!" Fizz shuddered. He had been fighting the naga for a while, and he knew that if these female naga had one more pair of arms, their combat power would double. I don't know if the arms given to them by this strange tree have doubled their power?

Seeing that the ceremony was completed, Fizz quickly fled as if he was escaping. "I'd better report the news to the pirate captain quickly!" the murloc thought.