"Magni! has an important mission for you. With that, Duke handed the Tears of Elune to Magni*Copperbeard, who was covered in the glow of a blind dog's eye, "I'm going to Emerald Dreams." In the meantime, you have taken care of it for me. One of the pillars of creation, the Tears of Elune, cannot be missed. ”

Magni reached out and took the artifact. As soon as his shiny diamond palm closed, everyone saw that his diamond arm became almost transparent. The red solid artifact teardrop actually passed through his arm and went straight to his heart.

The bigwigs were dumbfounded.

Magni glanced around, "I'm sorry! It's not like a certain elemental demigod and a certain goddess of wind, who can still look like a human when they all step into the realm of the gods. ”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Queen Xi a spirit connected over: "Duke ......"

"I know. "Of course Duke knows that when things go wrong, there must be demons. If it's a step-by-step approach to making things happen, Duke is completely right. But the inexplicable offensive, it's a bit of a headache.

The history of Azeroth has long been torn apart by the butterfly Duke.

Some events are not so much fate as the same choices that a leader of a fixed personality will make at that fixed point in time.

But many events have become irreferential.

For example, Onexia should have been cold for a long time, but later at most the corpse changed once, and then completely withdrew from the stage of history. Who knew that now she still carried the name of the guardian dragon, fighting in the Void Battlefield?

It's like Varian, well, at this point in time, Varian should be cool. But with Duke's command, Varian escaped the death of Broken Beach, and he is still the core soul of the Alliance.

It stands to reason that there won't be any more Savis, the King of Nightmares.

Unlike Enzos's previous conspiracy gameplay, it is now tantamount to a storm.

If in the game, then Emerald Nightmare is nothing more than a transitional team quest.

The beating of people, the push of bosses, except for the countless players who scolded the glass scum and killed our Isera's eyebrows, Emerald Nightmare is no different from other team dungeons.

In the real world of Azeroth, the Emerald Dream has a very different significance.

The Emerald Dream was originally a blueprint for Azeroth created by the Titans, but now, spurred by a mysterious power that does not originate, the spreading corruption is now gushing out. If it cannot be cut off from its source, all of Azeroth will be surrounded by it.

Duke knew exactly what would happen if the Emerald Nightmare became an Emerald Nightmare - when the Nightmare expanded infinitely, all mortals in Azeroth would be haunted by the Daymare. They will pass out on the ground and have nightmares.

At the moment when the Burning Legion invasion is in full swing, what is the consequence of all the Alliance soldiers of the Resistance Legion having nightmares and falling asleep at the same time?

Annihilation!

Eldest brother!

Needless to say, only by defeating the one who exists as the source of pollution in the Emerald Nightmare can we rediscover the pure Emerald Dream.

If the other alliance powerhouses go, it will be half the effort.

Their origins are destined for their insights.

When it comes to being well-informed, there is no one who can compare to a time-traveler of the Great Celestial Empire.

After Duke had arranged the work on the front line: handing over most of the task of remotely controlling the Void Fortress above the atmosphere to Khadgar and the other elemental messengers, he lay down directly in the bedroom of Naxxramas's Commander's Mansion.

He instructed his maids, Vanessa and Solanlian, "I'm likely to have nightmares and scream. As long as I don't wantonly attack the leaders of the alliance around me, even if I dismantle this commander's mansion, you don't care. ”

"Uh......" Vanessa was a little confused.

"Then, while I sleep, don't let any being come near me, not even my wives. Because in the focus of power, the spirit can actually be unified with the material. When the spirit is completely materialized, the enemy can also become my side, with her voice and smile. Duke stressed, even if he thinks it might be his own heart.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years!

Since I crossed over, I have persisted for so many years, and I am almost on the verge of a kick in the door.

I can't capsize in the gutter at this point in time when the legion returns.

Duke arranged everything, lay down comfortably, and called softly, "Ysera!"

Almost in the next moment, he felt as if his spirit had encountered a black hole, and a great suction force came from the illusion, about to pull his soul out of his divine body.

Of course, if Duke wants to resist, the other side will definitely not succeed.

Demigod to demigod, at best, it's just a distraction.

After verifying that it was Ysera's true and uncorrupted power, Duke let go of his spirit and let Ysera pull at his soul.

In the blink of an eye, Duke finds himself in a world of strange horrors.

The sky was red, but covered with a thick layer of dust.

Countless buildings in the distance, along with the huge massifs below, were lifted into the air by huge vines.

What was once a jade dream was a vibrant green. Even though there are all kinds of unreal and unreal feelings, there is always a beautiful feeling. It is as if as long as you close your eyes, you can sit freely and dream freely, soaring in an absolutely perfect world.

Now, the smell is full of fishy and rotten smells, like a piece of fatty pork bought and thrown into the corner of the wall for a week, giving off the rotten smell that cockroaches and rats love.

"Vomit!" Obviously it was just a feeling, and Duke was a little like retching.

"Duke, you promised me only five minutes. Ysera's soft voice rang out, and Duke looked back embarrassedly, then startled.

Old friends.

Whether it's in her dragon form or her Night Elf form. Ysera always gives a sense of elegance and beauty. But Ysera, who appeared in front of Duke, was extremely weak.

Ysera, who was in the form of a night elf, couldn't stand on her feet at this time. She leaned half of her body against a withered, blood-red vine.

Night Elves tend to dress rather aggressively, and female elves tend to prefer not to wear armor between their breastplate and belt, as it makes them lighter and allows their skin to sense the power of the moon god.

But at this time, Ysera's entire right waist was exposed as if she had the worst tattoo. It was simply the most garbage heavy metal oil paint, piercing all the layers into the dermis, leaving a corrosive color on it at will.

"Hell, why didn't you call me earlier. ”

"I called...... I thought of you as soon as I got hit. That's what it is...... Well, it's about eight minutes in the real world. Ysera smiled bitterly. But that smile was uglier than crying.