Once upon a time, Emerald Dreams were part of the world of Azeroth, and there was no such race as the Night Elves at the time. The www.biquge.info has not been eroded, and the mountains are beautiful. Tall grass and beautiful trees dot the rolling hills. Animals are not afraid of life, and there is a peaceful scene everywhere. For the druids, this is heaven.

Now----- however, red strips covered the entire land, wriggling and wriggling, making it impossible to tell if it was a bug or a root. There were red thorns everywhere, and the thick fog made it impossible for even the companions around him to see clearly, and from time to time there were miserable howls coming from all directions.

Some of the places that were not covered by the roots revealed the already damp, rotting swamps, which bubbled and emitted a foul smell.

"Elune, please protect us!" With the prayers of the priestess, the road becomes clearly visible.

Benny finally saw the situation here, this is the deepest part of the Emerald Dream Realm, the place that has been completely eroded by nightmares, the location of the Nightmare King.

"Be careful!" Thrall swung a hammer entwined in flames and swept in front of Sora, knocking an unidentified fist-sized bug to the ground.

"Ahh The orc screamed and swung her axe, and a poisonous insect that pounced on her was split in half, spilling rancid liquid on the ground.

The creeping tentacles on the ground were finally visible, and they were bugs, countless bugs, poisonous nightmare bugs.

"They're everywhere." Tyrande inhaled.

As far as the eye can see, the trees that were once trees have now become a different look. The leaves turn black, sharpened, and covered with poisonous thorns. Small dark poisonous insects crawl on the crusted trunks, stopping every now and then to suck the thick, putrid red sap that flows from the cracks in the trunk.

The crowd stopped, for with each step they took, they heard the crunching sound and the sound of thick juice oozing from the trembling corpse. To make matters worse, as soon as one step is taken, the corpses of the bugs left behind by the previous step will come back to life, and they will emerge from their original shells and liquids and become identical dark red poisonous insects again.

"Gianna! Clean them up! Benny put a golden shield on everyone, and the poisonous insects began to crawl out from all sides and pounce on them, the poisonous insects crackled against the golden shield, they were ignited by the golden shield, and they fell to the ground in scorched shells, and then ---- new poisonous insects crawled out of their corpses and pounced on them again.

Gianna raised her hands high, the blue arcane light began to converge, the bright blue was lighter than before, Gianna waved her hands down, and a blue aura spread out, and wherever the aura went, blue ice crystals instantly condensed.

"Elsa! Clear a passage! Benny continued to shout, his staff had been summoned in his hand, and the golden shields on everyone's bodies had become more solid. Go to that hill to the south! ”

Elsa's hands stretched forward, and the bright arcane power instantly converged, and they swirled and flew between Elsa's hands and turned red, and a pillar of flame erupted.

Thousands of small insects were burned with a crisp crackling sound that even Benny could not help but tremble.

The red mist was washed away, and the thorns turned to ashes, albeit temporarily, but enough.

"Let's go!"

Taking advantage of the gap between the bugs and the 'resurrection', everyone followed Benny to the depths of the nightmare.

Not far from the mist-shrouded peaks in the distance, Gianna and Elsa unleashed their magic, and they soon reached the foot of the mountain, where they saw a huge cave.

Benny stood in front of the cave and pondered for a moment, and before more bugs flooded them, Benny walked into the dark cave, and the group followed.

"It's weird." Sylvanas raised a white longbow that glowed with golden light, illuminating the cavern. "There's no fog, there's no bugs, the bugs outside ----- seem to be scared of here."

"Don't talk to anyone you see but me!" Benny looked at everyone with a solemn face.

"You mean, there's a 'man' in this cave?" The orc gasped and flipped the wooden axe in her hand. "That's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Sora!" Thrall scolds the orc.

"I'm not going to stop you from doing anything." Benny turned and looked deeper into the cavern. "I'm just going to throw you down and watch you suffer the consequences."

Benny and Isa turned and walked into the darkness, their staffs like the sun in their hands.

Sylvanas looked at the orc, and followed with Tyrande and Elsa.

"We'd better listen to him." Gianna sighed helplessly, for the ubiquitous dispute. "He's the one who knows this place best."

"I understand." Thrall gave Sora a warning look, smothering the orc's words back in his throat.

"Let's go." Thrall flipped the hammer in his hand and followed, his heart was a little uneasy, because the elemental release in this place was suppressed by some kind of force, which made him much less powerful than before.

The crowd vanished into the darkness, and the worms gathered at the mouth of the cave crawled back into the thorns like a receding tide.

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Eastern Continent, Lordaeron, eastern part of the Hillsbrad Hills, formerly Lordanmere Asylum.

It was once one of the orc camps, a castle-like prison that was more like a prison, but before the undead invaded, it was breached by the orcs and left in ruins, and after the undead invaded, it was overrun by a secret group of thieves called the 'Syndicate', a criminal syndicate of former Alterac nobles.

But now, this is the stronghold of the 'Dawn Light' Intelligence Department---- and they have spent three days cleaning up all the syndicate thieves here, and the miscellaneous who have betrayed the Alliance and defected to the orcs do not need any mercy!

Three is the main person in charge of this place, he has a handsome face, brilliant blonde hair, and at a glance it looks like a sunny paladin, rather than a veteran thief who is proficient in assassination and infiltration------ he was already an intelligence officer for Lordaeron's army before joining Dawnlight.

"I'm pretty sure there's someone in that huge barrier, Lord Khadgar!" Three's voice was a bit of an urn, as he wore a black mask that only showed his eyes, and he hated being stared at his face.

"I saw them enter the ruins, and the next day they were wrapped in this huge barrier."

Number Three handed over a portrait.

"I recorded the appearance of one of the mages." Number Three said. "He looks like the man who leads the mages."

Khadgar took the portrait, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a blue arcane gem on his forehead.

"Ansrem Ruin." Khadgar recognized him, who had already been one of Kenrito's councillors when Khadgar was an apprentice.

"And -----," Three muttered. "He seemed to have spotted me, but he didn't do anything." Three remembers the archmage's arcane eyes vividly.

"We've also found High Elves in it, dressed like Elven Ranger from years ago." Stratholme's intelligence department had learned how to distinguish between the Night Elves and the High Elves---- they were very different, except that they both had a pair of pointed ears, and they were exactly like two species.

"It's Wen Leisa." Khadgar remembered what Benny had told him about the mage named Ronin, but -----, "Why don't they connect with Stratholme?" ”

"The mage of Ambermere sees us like a plague, Your Excellency." Number Three was a little helpless. "We've unleashed enough kindness, but they've banished themselves to another plane."

"All mages are cautious and careful."

Number Three lowered his head and hid his eyes, it was not for nothing that the Mage Academy was now called the Bomb Academy, and Khadgar's words could only fool those simple orphans.

"Ahem." Khadgar coughed dryly. "Keep an eye on the movements around the enchantment at all times, and notify me as soon as a mage comes out, and I will live here during this time."

"I'll arrange two guards for you." Number Three nodded. "They won't bother you, just treat them as if they didn't exist, there are a lot of syndicates in this place, so be careful."

"Haven't you contacted Ravenhold yet?" Khadgar was aware of the Syndicate, a criminal organization that spanned the entire Lordaeron, and it was rumored that they had contact with the nobles everywhere, but after the invasion of the undead, the nobles lost their dominance and weakened the bandits. As for Ravenhod----- it was the syndicate's sworn enemy and the organization that Benny had his eye on and would train elite intelligence agents for him in the future.

"Someone has already joined the middle level of Ravenhod, but we have lost contact for the time being." Number Three said. "Ravenhold is very tightly managed, and this organization is terrible."

"I think you're more terrible." Khadgar had seen the training of these intelligence officers, because Benny had him send a few mages to the Ministry of Intelligence to be called, and those training could be described as inhuman.

There was a hint of a smile in the eyes of Number Three, and without speaking, without the mental preparation of sacrifice, he would not choose to enter the Ministry of Intelligence.

"Take this." Khadgar handed over a blue crystal, which was hollow and had some blue energy swimming in it. "If there's any emergency, break it, and I'll be there."

Three put the crystal into his space bag and bowed to Khadgar.

"I won't bother you, your guards are at the door, you can call them if you need anything."

Khadgar nodded, and Three left the room.

"Ansrem-----" Khadgar shook the portrait in his hand, then took the portrait into his arms, pulled out some blue crystals, and began to set up some magical guards in the room. (To be continued.) )