This is definitely not a joke.

I've never seen scales on a fish so defense-strong. Invulnerability to humans is the highest praise for armor. Aside from shields, heavy plate armor is the most secure of all armor. There are no drawbacks other than the characteristics that are too heavy and not very convenient to move.

And the scales of this fish-man have surpassed all the metal in my knowledge, and it is a miracle that the dwarven musket did not make it lie down, not to mention whether or not a melee weapon could reach it.

The magical creature is indeed a magical creature, and it is no wonder that it is called the Devourer, this thing constantly gnaws at the soldiers who are unfortunate enough to be caught by it, and its devouring is no longer a simple intimidation but has become the best way for its body to recover. Yes, the flesh it swallowed made it care less about the damage our soldiers inflicted on it.

The two druids no longer dared to unleash any more mass destruction magic on the monster, and the exploding spell caused more accidental damage than the fish-man himself. But those monolithic spells don't seem to hurt it. And I have the impression that the huge vines that can pull the black dragon down from the sky were suddenly broken free by this fish man.

At this point, the situation was completely out of control, and we couldn't do anything but run for our lives. Nalarex was kept in a slap by the two of us, and I asked him a few questions, and his chatter gave me an idea of how this huge thing came to be.

He said that the Emerald Dream was indeed tainted, and that he had fallen into a nightmare that had started when he tried to find a cure in the Emerald Dream. The world guarded by the green dragon nourishes all things with water, and the true healing power also comes from water. Where there is no water, there is no life, and where there is no water, there can only be death.

Water can contain everything, the good, the bad, the light, the dark. In that world, the water is pure, so in that world, whether it is dew or rain, whether it is river water or lake water, the magic contained in it is very powerful. But there are two sides to everything, just like darkness and light, pure strength lies in purity, but pure weakness is also pure.

He didn't know who polluted the water, and it wasn't ubiquitous or easy to detect. But this happened to him, and when he felt that there was something strange about the lake that gave him strength, he was just a little strange but not suspicious, until one day when he felt something was wrong, he said that his will began to become a little uncontrollable.

He heard a voice...... A special, distant, old, mysterious, terrifying, curious voice.

The first time he entered the Emerald Dream Realm, he did not enter the Emerald Dream Realm, but a chaotic, gray world. He felt doubt, then constant doubt, then confusion and then confusion to curiosity, until he suddenly realized that the voice appeared again and made him unable to refute or question, and he believed that this was the world he had created.

Even now he still believes that it is the world he created, but it is an imperfect world!

This thought penetrated deep into his mind, and I felt that this thought had become his subconscious, his unwavering belief or belief. No, or much more serious than that!

He gave me the impression that he believed he could be a savior, and that thought made him swell, and he felt that he could surpass the Grand Druid Malfurion, and that Fury Wind would become the most powerful being in the history of the Night Elves, which was not a legend in history, but an innovation that would change the world, and even their magical formula. And after his gradual breakthrough, and gradually discovering how the world should be transformed, he swelled to the point where he felt that he could be the creator.

Creator!

I walked with him on his back and listened to him talk about his experiences and feelings, and his words made me feel as if he still missed that world. And in his words I heard pride, I heard pride, I heard regret and unwillingness. Greenbeard is okay, he keeps explaining and persuading, hoping that he will come to his senses, he tells Nalarex that the world in his head is false, and only the Emerald Dream is real.

But Nalarex hadn't answered, and he should have heard Greenbeard's words, but he neither refuted nor followed his words. He was still immersed in his own feelings, telling himself how his attempts worked, how the spells he had comprehended in his world worked, and how real what he had created. He went from creating the most ordinary objects to creating flowers and trees, from transforming immovable plants to make them evolve into animals, and even until one time when he suddenly fell into deep anxiety and anger because of the dissatisfaction of his repeated creations, a thing appeared that could not exist in either world.

He said that he was surprised at first, then frightened, that he hastened to destroy the creature to prevent it from regenerating, that he hated and feared the monster, that he did not want to remember the thing as it was, and that once he remembered and formed a real and clear memory, it was possible for the thing to reappear in his dreams. Despite his many attempts, this situation has become a reality.

He said that the thing had no head, no body, no body, only tentacles full of eyes, and those endless, large and small tentacles coming out of the ground, and those tentacles were suckers except for the eyes, and those suckers could spew black smoke. The smoke that could not be dissipated made his world suddenly turn a gray hue.

The reappearance made him feel more and more fear, but he never dreamed of tentacles again but of withering and withering, polluting and mutating. He began to become anxious, and even as time went on, he was a little confused about which was the dream and which was the reality.

He tried to calm himself down, but it didn't work, he wanted to find the feeling he had when he first saw it, he longed to see it, and then defeat it completely, and kill it in his dreams. But the thing was gone, and it was gone, never to be seen again. As much as he tried to seek, what hope, what he hoped for, what he begged to see again in his dreams, it was truly gone.

He was anxious when he saw it, but he was even more anxious when he couldn't see him, he said that he had created it, but he couldn't find it, and if he couldn't find it, he couldn't destroy it, and the more he couldn't defeat it, the more harmful this thing would be, and if he couldn't destroy it, it might break out because of something one day, and this sudden appearance would probably kill him.

He didn't know why he had created such a thing, and he even began to create more and more ferocious and powerful gadgets in order to train himself, so that he could have the ability to control his dreams, control his own world. He's afraid of getting out of control!

He said he felt a strong need for help, but he didn't want to tell his friends, his students and followers. Finally, one day he made up his mind to tell his closest friend what he had discovered, and then pulled him into his own world.

This is a very bold attempt, although they are best friends, but this matter has surpassed all their druids' knowledge and level, once this matter is leaked, it is a capital crime!

But he decided to take a gamble, and the end result was that he got it right. His friends enter his world, from initial disdain, incomprehension and accusation, to gradual shock and then addiction. He completely conquered his friends with the complete freedom of this world, and the most amazing thing was that they didn't have to touch, that is, they didn't need physical contact to connect to that world.

His friends in this world from exploration to gradually begin to let go of themselves, this temptation to let go of themselves is deadly. Although his magic skills have indeed improved by leaps and bounds, this guy has begun to try some spells that have been abandoned or forbidden by the Night Elves in order to improve his skills.

Once you start doing this kind of thing, it's like stealing success. I don't know if the Night Elves were stealing from each other, but he described the feeling as very similar to this. If it was just to practice forbidden magic, but his friend found the same method as him, and he secretly created some monsters to practice his hands. This kind of thing is absolutely impossible in the Emerald Dream Realm, and it is absolutely impossible to happen, and it is absolutely not allowed to happen.

When Nalarex found out, he immediately warned his friend, initially fearing that he would lose his autonomy, but he felt lost when he banned his friend from the world. But soon his friend's begging for him gave him a sudden pleasure that he had never felt before.

This pleasure was very satisfying to him, and because of this he made this friend of his own propagandist, which is why his followers increased later.

If only that's the story would be a different story, and suddenly one day he feels that he can't just create a place for them to play and vent, but to have a bigger goal, to do something greater, so he tries to enter the Emerald Dream that he has almost abandoned himself.

It wouldn't be anything if he just came in, but the problem was that he had the idea to connect the world to the world he had created. The immediate consequence of this is ...... The Emerald Dream is no longer pure.

He also knew that he was in trouble, and at first he was also worried, like a child who stained the white wall, and the more he tried to make up for the damage, the greater the damage, until one day he felt that he could not stay any longer, and it was only a matter of time before it was discovered, and it was better to leave sooner than so.

He used to be famous in Teldashir, and everyone knew his personality and his pursuits, and the former ambition of saving the barren land became his shield. He had actually fled from Teldashir, and he had left no messages or news, but that didn't prevent his followers from finding it, as long as they were allowed to enter the dream realm he had created, where they could speak their minds. This has caused a great obstacle for the Night Elves to track down the future.

Since Nalarex left Tedahir, their initial secret behavior has become more and more unscrupulous, and the increasing madness has laid the foundation for the later loss of control. Man is a very cheap creature, that is, the more you don't let him do anything, the more he wants to do something, and the Night Elves are not much different from humans in this matter.

Discovered by Tedahir began when Nalarex told his companions not to re-enter the original dream, and his followers were not allowed to re-enter the Emerald Dream. He knew exactly who came and who left in Nalarex's dream, but he couldn't control them in the Emerald Dream Realm, and he didn't know where they appeared, what they did, when they left, and how they left.

And who they mean is who has exposed their whereabouts, and who they are doing and what they are doing, and he doesn't know anything when they are discovered by the inspection in the Jade Dream Realm. When the elves came to his door and entered his mindspace, he immediately trapped the group of druids, but he was never able to get any useful information about himself from their heads, which also showed the high level of secrecy on the part of Tedahir about this matter. Still, despite this, Nalarex got a message from their heads, "Catch him, catch him alive".

He chose to resist, but he explained that he was not the one who made the decision because he had lost his sense of autonomy at this point.

Purple Beard agrees with this. Whether it was true or false agreement, he nodded anyway.

Because I was in a hurry to carry him, I didn't have time to ask about some things, and what I didn't expect was that I wanted to retreat into the oasis first, but the team in front reported that it was not feasible, and the tribal army had already fled the oasis and headed for the crossroads. The reason for this is the countless monsters that have sprung up from the oases. The largest one was a giant monster with three heads, which was even more ferocious than the fish-man, and the tribal army of the Oasis that had been the first to retreat had driven it out.

We immediately turned around and fled outside the oasis, and the horrors of both elves told me that the monster's background was not simple, and Nalarex's words sent chills down my back.

He has done more than that.