Fusion

Aiden and the others followed Nordrassil's instructions and began to retreat. This time, everyone felt Nordrassil's will. The night elves, who had previously disagreed with Tyrande's decision and were angered by Aiden's actions, felt Nordrassil's gratitude towards Aiden and its joy at being freed from pain and enslavement. They could only reluctantly accept this fact.

Nordrassil itself wished to be destroyed, so what reason did they have to curse or prevent Tyrande's decision?

Nordrassil emanated a desolate and vast aura, containing its love and reluctance for the race it had sheltered for millennia. Almost all the elves wept bitterly, dreading the events that were about to happen, events they couldn't bear to imagine or witness.

But even if they were unwilling to accept it, it still happened.

The gap that Aiden had cut into Nordrassil's trunk emitted a pale light. Within the trunk, the voices of two intertwined fates echoed, one of Nordrassil's anger and the other of Xavius's unwillingness.

However, with the massive loss of nightmare essence, Xavius had lost the power to suppress Nordrassil.

"You will no longer gain my power, only my wrath!" Nordrassil conveyed its anger.

Its soul began to absorb the power of nature without limit. This energy entered its body through its roots, leaves, and branches, Gathering a huge,The terrifying energy.

Nordrassil poured all of its remaining source power into the Dragon King's Blade. After completing all of this, it finally unleashed the fury from its soul!

"Boom!" A massive surge of natural energy erupted from Nordrassil's main trunk, and Xavius's remaining nightmare essence was almost instantly evaporated by the fury of nature. The expanding shockwave tore the materialized nightmare claws flowing out of the huge wound into pieces, and Xavius's divided consciousness was also burned to ashes in his unwillingness.

The people standing in the distance were blown off their feet by the shockwave and hurricane.

They felt the disappearance of Nordrassil's will. This giant World Tree became a charred log, devoid of any vitality. And all the night elves felt that the dragon blessings that had once sheltered them had truly and completely disappeared this time, unlike the previous two days when they were temporarily suppressed by the Nightmare Lord. The night elves had truly lost their immortality and health.

Aiden stared at the World Tree. He remembered that in the original history, Nordrassil had unleashed its fury and blasted Archimonde to death, but the World Tree itself had not completely died. In the following years, it had been slowly recovering. By the time the Nightmare Invasion, which should have occurred eight years later in the original history, arrived, Nordrassil had already had sparse leaves.

Aiden hurried towards it. He wanted to see if Nordrassil in this world still had a chance to recover.

Arriving at the already charred trunk of Nordrassil, Aiden saw that its roots were still burning fiercely, and he no longer held any hope. A normal tree, after having a ring of bark removed, would almost certainly not survive. Nordrassil's condition was obviously a complete death.

He slowly placed his hand on the still hot, smoking trunk, Infiltrate, but there was no life in the trunk.

Aiden sighed. He saw the Dragon King's Blade next to him, reached out and picked it up. He could feel the even more majestic power within it, but in Nordrassil's fury, this sword had also become very fragile. If the explosion had been a little stronger, perhaps it would have shattered.

"A one-time artifact," Aiden thought. Indeed, the current Dragon King's Blade possessed terrifying power, but it was likely to fall apart after being used.

However, it would definitely be able to play an unimaginable role in critical situations.

After putting away the Dragon King's Blade, Aiden saw Tyrande's searching gaze as she came forward, and then shook his head.

Tyrande immediately let out a sigh. She felt that she shouldn't have held any hope that Nordrassil could survive.

Now it seemed that the night elves might need to replant a World Tree.

Aiden was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a glint in the corner of his eye. Taking a closer look, it was a pool of water at the base of Nordrassil's roots. Even in the violent explosion just now, the pool had not been damaged, and the water inside looked completely unaffected.

"That's... the Well of Eternity!" Aiden immediately reacted. He quickly went around to observe and found that the roots immersed in the well water were still intact.

Aiden's eyes lit up. He reached out to investigate and, as expected, got the surprise he expected—it turned out that the roots of Nordrassil that had plunged into the lake were still active!

He tried to channel more natural power into these roots, and then the roots that received the life energy began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Nordrassil can be saved!" Aiden's voice reached Tyrande's ears.

"What?" She thought she had misheard.

"The World Tree can be saved!"

"What!" Everyone exclaimed.

——

Saving Nordrassil was something that the night elf druids would worry about. After resolving this huge hidden danger, Aiden and the others, led by Remulos, immediately rushed to the location of the Dream Tree in Ashenvale, preparing to enter the Emerald Dream.

It was easy to imagine that this would definitely be a fierce battle!

Unless they received the help of the Dream Guardians, ordinary people could not enter the Dream in physical form. The Emerald Dream was both the blueprint built by the Titans for the Algalon failsafe system and the resting place for the souls of the immortals.

In the "blueprint," everything other than the soul was static, all the scenery at the moment the blueprint was created. Only the souls of spiritual bodies could roam freely within it.

In fact, throughout Azeroth, apart from the green dragons, only Cenarius could currently freely enter and exit the Emerald Dream in physical form—of course, Aiden, who had once directly crossed into it, didn't count, nor did Kael, the first hero Aiden summoned in the Dream.

Because they did not enter the Emerald Dream in physical form from the material realm of Azeroth.

Aiden had no idea how to defeat Xavius in the Dream. The only thing he could think of was to gather as many heroes with powerful souls as possible to go in with him, and then find Malfurion, who was still resisting Xavius, and try to bring him out.

He first used the communication device on the spaceship to contact the heroes in Los Angeles, asking them to rush to the Dream entrance in Ashenvale—that place was located at the border of Ashenvale and Azshara, and it was faster to get there from New City than from Mount Hyjal.

"It's getting dark," Hamuul said in a deep voice.

"Yeah," Aiden responded. He thought of the previous question again, about the "Earth Mother." It just so happened that Hamuul was the most prestigious and powerful druid among the tauren, so he could ask him.

"Hamuul, can you tell me about the Earth Mother?"

Hamuul seemed a little strange that Aiden actually asked about their tauren myths and legends. "Which part do you want to hear?"

"I roughly know that in your legends, the Earth Mother created the tauren, and later her two eyes transformed into the sun god An'she and the moon goddess Elune—I mean, M'sha in your words," Aiden said, stating the parts of history he knew. There were many similarities between the history of the night elves and the legends of the tauren, such as the moon goddess Elune, who was the legendary left eye of the Earth Mother, "M'sha."

The ancient tauren were very powerful, so much so that they were able to hunt the "Guardian of the Grove," Malorne. And when Malorne was at his wit's end, the moon goddess Elune, who loved him, proposed that she would save him as long as he loved her.

Malorne agreed. From then on, the moon goddess and the white stag lived happily together and had a demigod son named Cenarius...

And the father-son relationship between Cenarius and Malorne undoubtedly proved that this was not just a legend.

Aiden skipped over these and asked about the thing he was most concerned about: "In your history, has the Earth Mother ever revealed any miracles?"

Hamuul looked at him strangely and replied, "The birth of us tauren, the operation of the world, the rising and setting of the sun and moon, and even everything we see, aren't these all her miracles?"

Aiden had a bit of a headache, so he asked directly, "Then where is she? How can I contact her?"

"The Earth Mother created everything in the world, so she naturally exists in everything. As for how to contact her..." Hamuul's bovine eyes stared at Aiden, "Perhaps you have to be devout enough? Or perhaps, you should ask Mu'un."

Aiden could only be speechless. Mu'un in Hamuul's mouth was of course the great tauren shaman, the leader of the Earthen Ring, Mu'un Earthfury. As a shaman who communicated with the elements, nature, and the essence of the world, Hamuul felt that there was a possibility—that Mu'un knew more about the Earth Mother than he did.

Aiden shook his head. He already understood what Hamuul meant: since the Earth Mother was everywhere, it also meant that if she didn't actively contact you, no one could find her. But whoever wanted to find her, she could immediately sense it.

So he didn't need to rush. If the Earth Mother thought it was time for her to show her power, she would naturally appear. Otherwise, no matter how sincerely you prayed, it would be useless.

Then—would such a powerful and omnipotent Earth Mother be enough to represent the will of the world?

Aiden prayed that he wouldn't ask the wrong person.

He looked up at the night sky. A relatively large moon was faintly emitting a clear light, which should be Elune's true form, called the "White Lady" by humans. On the other side of the sky, there was also a smaller, light blue moon, also called the "Blue Child" by humans.

Azeroth and Draenor both have twin moons. Considering the situation in Draenor, Aiden couldn't help but guess: could the Blue Child be a satellite artificially built by the Titans, equipped with a planet reshaping device?

He was a little lost in thought.

Suddenly, Aiden felt his soul "float" up, and his field of vision was infinitely stretched. The scene in front of him changed from the moon to the planet Azeroth itself—as if his soul was observing Azeroth from the moon.

"This—" Aiden noticed the anomaly, but he quickly calmed down. The power that lifted his soul had no malice. It should be Elune, she wanted to show him something.

Then, Aiden felt that he had come to the "Blue Child". In the distance was Azeroth, slowly rotating.

"What do you want me to see?" Aiden muttered to himself.

Soon he saw it—a virtual three-dimensional projection appeared on the surface of Azeroth. In this projection covering the planet, Azeroth was still the way it was before the War of the Ancients. The four continents of east, west, south, and north had not yet split, and the complete Kalimdor appeared very huge, much larger than the existing four continents combined.

But what surprised Aiden the most was, why did such a scene appear?

He was no stranger to this scene. When the planet Draenor was being reshaped, he had also witnessed the process of planet reshaping on a small satellite with Titan reshaping facilities.

Isn't the scene of this three-dimensional projection covering the planet exactly what happens when "importing a blueprint" during the reshaping process?

"It's Xavius. He is forcibly merging the dream and reality."

A gentle but very cold voice entered Aiden's consciousness. He had heard this voice not long ago, so he would naturally not forget it.

Moreover, the owner of the voice was the moon goddess Elune.

"Elune?" Aiden sensed his surroundings, but he didn't find the moon goddess's figure. "The purpose of you bringing me here? To let me stop Xavius?"

"Yes."

"But why me?" Aiden couldn't help but ask, "Your power can easily solve Xavius, right? Why don't you take action?"

"I can't."

Elune gave Aiden an incomprehensible answer. Why possess such power but not use it?

"I can't take action, that violates the 'rules'." Elune explained slightly.

Aiden had previously guessed whether there was some power restricting true gods like Elune, preventing her from taking action at will. Now it seemed he had the answer.

"Then what should I do?" Aiden didn't ask further. If the other party wanted to tell him, they definitely wouldn't deliberately not say it; and if they didn't want to say it, asking would be useless.

Elune didn't answer directly, but instead transmitted a piece of information into Aiden's mind.

When Aiden checked this memory, he felt as if he had suddenly missed a step while walking down the stairs, and suddenly woke up. Opening his eyes and looking around, wasn't he still in the spaceship? And opposite him, Kayle was looking at him with a probing gaze.

"Awake?"

Aiden breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled at the angel, but he felt that there was no need to deliberately talk about this spiritual journey.

Just then, Hamuul shouted, "Look outside!"

Prompted by the tauren's loud voice, Aiden came to the window. He saw a special scene: thin green mists began to rise from the earth everywhere, and the whole world began to become hazy.

"This is…" Kayle obviously thought of something.

"The manifestation of the green mist in the Emerald Dream," Aiden uttered these words. "The dream is beginning to merge with reality."

He and Kayle had spent more than a year in the Emerald Dream, so they were naturally very familiar with this green mist. But its nature had completely changed: in the Emerald Dream, this green mist could greatly expand a person's spirit, allowing them to sense all the surrounding scenes; but when it spread to the real world, it just happened to begin to blur people's five senses.

The others obviously didn't quite understand what he meant. Aiden explained it again, and the others roughly understood.

Green mist or anything else wasn't particularly serious, but when the dream and reality were completely merged, the Nightmare Lord's power would be able to simultaneously affect the two worlds of the illusory and the material.

In the dream, the Nightmare Lord controlled the souls of more than one-third of all creatures in the real world, and these souls reflected in reality were the Nightmare Spawn that everyone had seen crawling on the ground before.

The green mist would make normal people unable to see clearly, unable to hear clearly, and their reactions would also become sluggish, but the Nightmare Spawn would become more agile, more flexible, and more ferocious!

—

After the old King Terenas fell into a deep sleep, Crown Prince Arthas took on the responsibility of leading the Kingdom of Lordaeron. And the first thing he faced was so thorny—Theramore was besieged once again.

Last time, General Barry Westwind had overcome the crisis by asking the Valoran Allied Forces for help. This time, although the city walls had been strengthened and the city had been expanded, the intensity of the attack had greatly exceeded the last time.

The murlocs and naga that once brought great threats to Theramore were now just cannon fodder in the N'Zoth Legion, and the main force had become the more powerful Nightmare Spawn and Faceless Ones!

Theramore was basically regarded as the center of the Old Alliance, with the population mainly composed of humans from Lordaeron, Kul Tiras, and Stormwind. Although the Old Alliance and the New Alliance had restored relations after the Battle of the Thandol Span, apart from continuing to maintain contact, members of the New Alliance rarely wanted to come here.

Especially during the previous meeting to support Outland, Prince Tandred's proposal to destroy the Dark Portal once again inevitably created a rift between the two groups whose relations had not fully healed.

But facing the Nightmare Invasion and the siege of the Old God Legion, Arthas still sent people to the Land of Justice for help as soon as possible.

Communication between Theramore and Los Angeles was very convenient. After Aiden returned, he also personally approved the support, but there was no teleportation array between the two places, so it would naturally take time for reinforcements to arrive.

Originally, under the Nightmare's troubles, more than one-third of the warriors were sleeping and unable to wake up. The sleep of the same proportion of civilians was even more of a headache for the Old Alliance, and the N'Zoth Legion's attack intensity greatly exceeded everyone's expectations. If Uther hadn't led the Silver Hand Knights in a desperate struggle, they probably wouldn't have been able to last even three days.

But how would they get through the fourth day?

The worsening situation made Arthas become anxious and even manic. He hadn't closed his eyes in the past three days, and his eyes were bloodshot, coupled with that gnashing expression, making people feel extremely ferocious.

"Arthas, listen to me, you should rest. We can hold on!" Beside Arthas was Jaina, who was pale. She had also been providing magical support these past few days. The excessive consumption of mana made her exhausted, and her originally healthy complexion became dull. The beauty-loving her even developed eye bags. But Arthas's state was even more worrying for her.

"Rely on what to support?" Arthas's bloodshot eyes looked at Jaina, "It will take at least two more days for reinforcements from the Land of Justice to arrive. But our army has suffered heavy losses. Today, at the latest tomorrow, there will be loopholes in the defense line. Once the city walls fall, Theramore will be completely lost within two hours! What do we rely on to hold on?"

Jaina was startled and took a few steps back by his terrible gaze.

"I… I'm sorry." Arthas quickly reacted. He shouldn't have yelled at Jaina. He knew that the other party just wanted to care about him. But he really wasn't in the mood.

"I, I…" Jaina saw Arthas like this, and only felt heartbroken. She hesitated, but still gritted her teeth and said, "Maybe there is a way to get a powerful army immediately!"