Ten days later, the moonlight glade.

It's the sanctuary of the druids and the place where the power of nature is strongest in all of Azeroth.

The ritual of summoning Illanicus proceeded in an orderly manner under the guidance of hundreds of druids.

In a small pavilion carved from white jade, a night elf dressed in white was closing his eyes and meditating.

She was very old, and even though she was still as beautiful as a goddess, even though her skin was more delicate than that of a maiden, she was indeed old.

Ten thousand years is a huge burden even for the immortal species.

She has come from the catastrophe of the collapse of heaven and earth, and has led the night elves through internal and external troubles again and again, and it has been ten thousand years now.

"Yo, relatives~~ You are also brilliant today." Ms. W suddenly appeared behind her, patting her on the shoulder without paying attention.

A pair of blue eyes slowly opened.

"You still haven't changed, it's so annoying." Tyrande glanced back and said lightly.

"Ha, you're always serious, don't you feel tired?" Ms. W sat on a stone bench and ate the fruit on her plate casually.

"It's better than you who shirk responsibility, you obviously have such a strong ......." Tyrande sighed and sat down at the stone table, seemingly too lazy to talk to the blood elves beside him.

At this moment, outside the stone pavilion, a magnificent green light was already enveloped.

The door to the "Emerald Dream" has been opened, and all that remains is to lure the "tyrant" out.

"So, are your 'heroes' ready?" Tyrande's eyes wandered, staring into the distance at the waiting Inspiration Team.

“nop

o

lem~"Ms. W gave a thumbs up and made a hot ......

"What?" Tyrande was stunned, these two words didn't belong to any language she knew.

"It's no problem, basically you don't need me to do it, as long as you use the power of the moon god to add it to them

uff is ok. ”

Tyrande knew the "old friend's" off-line personality well, and didn't bother to ask her the meaning of the words, she turned her head and slowly walked towards the green curtain of light.

"Now, the summoning begins!"

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Illanicus has been dreaming for thousands of years, and that's ...... Emerald dreams.

The Green Dragons have received the power and mission of the Titans to take charge of this spiritual world that connects all living beings in Azeroth.

Here, it is a dream world connected to the souls of all living beings, where the Green Dragons can interfere with reality and modulate the entire nature.

As the chief consort of the Green Dragon Queen Ysera, Illanicus has always been dedicated to protecting this dream world.

Until......

"Mortals, what the hell have you done!"

With a deafening thud, a dragon head poked out of the crack created by the druids.

Is that...... The dark green scales full of malice are like soaking the emerald green leaves in the black mud for a long time, and the ominous black magic slowly drips, making people disgusted just by looking at it.

It was a embodied "nightmare" flowing from the jade dream, and it corroded into a large pit the moment it touched the ground, and if it touched the human body, I am afraid that it would be immersed in the most terrifying and absurd dream until it was corroded clean.

"It's stupid, it's filthy! This world! ”

The "Dream Tyrant" suddenly flipped its wings and leaped out of the narrow spatial crack, its dark green figure being the one who was truly "filthy" no matter how you looked at it.

"Warriors, the power of the moon god will protect you." Tyrande held his hands outstretched, and the endless moonlight enveloped him, like a beacon of victory.

The three of them were suddenly shrouded in brilliant light, and the nightmare aura that escaped was no longer able to affect it.

"Through the divine sword, slash virtually!"

Li Lian held the blade of the sword in his left hand, and held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, taking a slow but heavy step forward!

Before Illanicus could attack, seven brilliant bolts of lightning swept through the roots of its wings on both sides, splashing seven or eight meters of dark green blood, and judging from the depth of the wound, there was no doubt that it had made him lose the ability to fly.

But......

"Look for dead bugs!"

In just a moment's accumulation, Illanicus's mouth opened wide, and the dark green dragon's breath came to his face with a foul smell that made people's sense of smell fail.

The dragon's breath was gone, leaving nothing but a pile of rotting ashes in its place......

"Hey......" Tyrande took a step forward in surprise, looked back at Ms. W, who was still eating, and asked sternly, "This strength is different from what you said!" ”

"It's okay (chew), it's a big deal (chew), and when they hang up (chew), I'll get on again." W put the last grape in his mouth, with a happy blush on his face, licked his fingers like a kitten, and said meaningfully, "The fruits of the Moonlight Glade are so delicious, can you bring me some back to Silvermoon City?" ”

"You...... You give me enough to stop! ”

"Bang" ......

Granny Tyrande was out of anger and smashed the stone table in front of W with a fist...... Don't ask why a sacrifice has such brute force......

"Oops, vandalism! You're the leader of the faction, how can you be so disrespectful? W grimaced as he stepped back like lightning, "Hey...... Feed...... Don't use Shadow Form! It hurts ......."

The High Priest of Tyrande's whole person was shrouded in a layer of black qi, and with a wave of one hand, more than a dozen black bands of light tied W tightly, and then she elegantly rolled up the hem of her skirt, and her slender right leg swirled violently, and a fierce and domineering side spin kick slammed W towards the center of the battlefield.

After doing all this, the priest smiled, and instantly lifted the shadow form, and the white skirt was not stained with dust, as if nothing had happened......

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"Puff pass" ......

Chromie was concentrating on the battle when a humanoid creature slammed into front of him.

She stretched out a white finger in confusion, and then poked it...... And then poked again...... And then a kick......

"Ah, almost dead!" Miss W rolled around in a carp and sat cross-legged next to Chromie.

"Yo, little sister of the bronze dragon~" She greeted herself.

Chromie frowned, and said the truth lightly, "I'm older than you." ”

"That kind of thing doesn't matter.,Otaku have always only cared about appearance.,You've always been very popular with a delicious little Lori~" W stretched out his salty pig hand as he spoke, and climbed on Chromie's back......

"Otaku? Lori? Chromie looked confused, she couldn't find these unfamiliar words in the timeline of 10,000 years.

"Hehe, the vocabulary of another world, that world is much more interesting than here." W stretched out his hands and held them in a circle in the air, as if trying to grasp something unknown.

"When Your Majesty completes the responsibilities of this world, I will follow her to another world. There are countless treasures and countless adventures. Bronze Dragon Little Lori, do you want to go? W's face was pressed against Chromie, a distance that could almost be misinterpreted as kissing.

"I don't want to. Keeping the timeline of the world of Azeroth in order is the mission of our Bronze Dragons. Chromie shook her head slightly, chanting in a cold tone.

"It's boring! It's just like that Tyrande! Obviously when I was a child, I was still a girl who didn't understand anything! Now he's become such a boring guy...... "w slammed his mouth, his face a little stunned.

Many of her "playmates" have changed, caught up in the maelstrom of politics, killed by unknown dangers, or sharpened by the weight of reality.

To be able to maintain this lively mindset throughout 10,000 years of life...... In itself, it will be regarded as a monster by others.

w…… It's such a lonely monster.

In the end, she summed it up and said, "Yes, the world is so boring, I don't want to stay for a moment." ”

Chromie watched the light and shadow change in the distance calmly, and her heart did not waver at all, and she was already aware of the burden on her shoulders.

Although W's way of survival ...... Let her have a little yearning.

Just...... Just a hint of ...... Nothing more.