Sylvanas clutched Benny's wound and tried to plug the bleeding wound. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tears kept dripping from her eyes, and in her worst nightmares, she would not have seen such a sight----- she had sent her weapon into her lover's chest with her own hands.

Benny summons the light with his last strength to protect his heart, but he has lost so much blood that none of his ribs appear intact.

"It's fine." Benny raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the tears from his lover's face. "The nightmare is over."

Sylvanas shook her head, choking up.

The world around them began to crumble, and the sky fell like shattered glass, and the surroundings were pitch black.

The vision dimmed only for a moment, and then it came back to life.

Benny was still holding his staff up, as he prepared to unleash a probe.

The long-distance running on his chest was stained red, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

'Kaisha! Treat! ’

'The spiritual power has been connected, the soul has begun to synchronize----- is healing. ’

Holding Sylvanas' hand, Benny grinned.

The light began to gather into his body, and gradually, he was enveloped in a cocoon of light.

"Huh!!" Benny couldn't help but let out a groan of pain.

The broken bones were corrected back to their original position by the holy light, and the **** of the bones healed was like countless ants drilling around in the body.

Sylvanas' hands were clenched, and she gripped Benny's outstretched palms and pressed them against her cheeks.

"He's being treated."

A hand rested on Sylvanas's shoulder, and she turned her head to see Tyrande, still pale, with a few patches of blood on the hem of his robes, but it looked like her wounds were healed.

"I'm glad you guys got out of your nightmare." Tyrande smiled at Sylvanas, and they reminded her of herself and Malfurion again.

"You too, High Priest." A weak voice came from the light cocoon, and the golden holy light began to drift away.

"It's okay." Benny smiled at Sylvanas and stood up with his lover's support.

"Looks like we've already stepped into a trap when we entered the barrier." Aside from the fact that his face was still pale, Benny looked fine, and Tyrande looked around.

The originally empty cave had been filled with red thorns, and everything before was just an illusion, and on the surrounding walls, the druids were tied there by red thorns, and their faces were serenely put into a dream.

In the middle of the cavern, not far in front of Benny, several tendrils with red thorns wound down from the ceiling of the cave, and a figure taller than the other elves was wrapped around it.

"Vandall!!" Tyrande gritted the root of his teeth.

"He banished 'himself' to dreams?" Benny said as he looked at Vandal who was asleep.

"Yes." Tyrande took two steps forward. "Looks like he's corrupting Teddashir in his dreams----- using the power of these druids!" She looked at the druids around her who were tied to the wall.

"What are we supposed to do?" Benny smiled wryly. "I have overdrawn my mental power, and in three days, my combat effectiveness is basically close to zero!" Even the Heroic Spirit in the necklace, he can't summon it unless he lets Kai'Sa take over his body, but that's his last hole card and can't be used lightly.

"I think we're going to get rid of him first." Tyrande pulled out the Moonblade behind his back and looked at the shadow beside Vandal.

A silver beam of light suddenly illuminated it, and a figure appeared.

"Wallastan?!" Tyrande exclaimed.

The long, green-haired elf like Vandal, with green shoulder pads, is completely naked on the upper body, wears a green leather pants underneath, and holds a double-edged blade in his hand like Illidan's weapon.

He squinted his golden eyes and looked at Tyrande and Benny with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect you to come out so easily."

"You're not Wallastan!" Tyrande struck a wary posture with the moonblade across his chest, and Sylvanas pulled Benny behind him, his longbow already mounted with a golden arrow. "Valastan died hundreds of years ago!"

"Nope." The elf shook his head, and he looked at Vandal with an eerie smile. "I'm Valastan, Valastan Deerhelm."

"You make me sick!" Tyrande suddenly rushed towards him like a warrior.

Benny pressed Sylvanas' arm as he was about to open the bow.

"Capture him alive, he'll be useful to us!"

Sylvanas nodded silently, she raised her longbow and fired three arrows at a rapid pace, and with a thud of her feet, she lunged at the elf.

Benny sighed, Sylvanas' expression was wrong, and she blamed herself for what happened in the nightmare.

The golden arrows of light whizzed past Tyrande's side with a streamer, Valastan's body squatted, the moon blade in his hand gently knocked to the left, the three light arrows deviated from the direction and exploded on Valastan's side, the strong holy light made him squint his eyes, his vision recovered, and the moon blade with silver brilliance was already close in front of him.

"Capture him alive!" Sylvanas swept over Tyrande's head with a gust of wind, and the white scimitar slashed over Valastan's shoulder, a wound cut open, and there was no blood, only some red fog flowed out.

"Ahh Valasta let out a scream and strained his arms as he tried to swing away from Tyrande's moonblade, but his body froze, and the weapon in his right hand shattered like a fragile clod of earth from a single blow of the moonblade.

Wallastan snorted, and the moonblade went through his right shoulder.

The weapon in his left hand went upward, and the blade stabbed Tyrande in the neck.

"Ahh Valastan screamed again, and the white blade of light pierced his right shoulder blade.

In less than three minutes, the elf had been pinned to the spot by Tyrande and Sylvanas.

A golden light crossed Tyrande, a rope wrapped around Wallastan's body, and Tyrande looked at Benny behind him, and drew his weapon without mercy.

"Ahem, cough~" Still with a dull pain in his chest, Benny walked over to Valastan, who had been completely enveloped in golden light. "Wake up Vandal."

"Idiot." Valasta grinned and scoffed. "Nightmares will engulf the world sooner or later, and everything you have done is in vain."

"I know you don't care about your own death at all." Benny said with a blank face. "Because you are able to keep your soul alive in the Emerald Dream Realm, but trust me, I have the power to burn your soul to ashes."

Benny pressed his hand to Valastan's forehead, and the elf's golden eyes widened violently, and the red mist suddenly filled his eyes, and then, gold replaced red again.

"Ah!!!h Wallastan let out a terrible scream.

Benny withdrew his hand, his brows furrowed tightly, although he borrowed Kaisha's spiritual power, his spiritual world was still shaken, and his direct reaction was that ----- had a headache.

Sylvanas held Benny, who was a little unsteady on his feet, and looked at his pale face with concern.

"Don't force it."

"It's okay." Benny smiled and nodded at Sylvanas.

"Now, I have proven that I can destroy your soul completely." Benny turned to look at Wallastan. "Wake him up, or you will disappear from this universe completely!"

Wallastan gasped for air, his body convulsing intermittently from the soul-burning pain.

"I can't do anything like this!" He was careless, this damn golden light can't exert his full strength, otherwise with their current state of overconsumption, he can easily solve them!

"You're more afraid of death than I thought." Benny smiled disdainfully, he had thought that the people of these evil forces were not afraid of death.

Valasta suddenly floated, and Benny placed him next to Vandal, the golden string of light suddenly melting to reveal a gap, and one of Valastan's arms broke free.

"Wake him up!!" Benny let out a loud snort, a menacing golden light in his hands.

Valastan stretched out his hand, which was still twitching from time to time, and pressed it against Vandal's body.

Benny looked at Tyrande, then at Sylvanas.

"Be careful."

The two nodded, understanding what he meant.

The red mist wrapped around Valastan's right hand, and the red thorns that wrapped around Vandal suddenly began to fade, and without them, Vandal fell forward.

"Retreat!" Benny gave a warning, and Sylvanas stopped him and leaped backwards with Tyrande, who was holding Wallastan, away from Van Dal, who was already slowly getting to his feet.

"Tyrande!" Vandal's voice was hoarse, and he covered his forehead and stared at the High Priest with golden eyes.

"Damn traitor!!" Tyrande gritted his silver teeth, and his voice squeezed out between his teeth.

"Huh." Vandal burst out laughing. "It was the world that betrayed me, Tyrande, they took my son, it was my master who gave my son back to me!!"

"You -----" Benny raised his hand and stopped Tyrande, there was no point in talking nonsense with him, he was already crazy.

"That's why you betrayed the world." Benny raised his finger, and the elf wrapped in golden light floated in front of him.

"Wallastan!!" Vandall's face changed, and he clenched the idol in his hand. "How dare you ----"

"We've done it!" Benny interrupted Van Dahl's nonsense. "Now, you're given two options! Wake up Malfurion! Or ----- watch your son turn to ashes! ”

"Nope! Father! You can't ---- -----" The golden light sealed Valastan's mouth.

"Let my son go, or you'll be worse off than dead!" Vandall's face began to turn hideous.

"You can try!" Benny stretched out his right hand, glowing with light, and pressed it to the top of Wallastan's head. (To be continued.) )