Are you dreaming?

Oh, do you remember what dream you had last night?

Since it's not a nightmare, do you like to dream?

I just like it, no matter what kind of dream it is, there will be a feeling in that world that you can't experience in this world.

I can't think of any other species than a race that can be called human, and which can be called a dream. Dreams are good things, they reflect your heart and they can also reveal things to you. But where did the dream come about? Is it a day to think about and a night to dream? Or is it in the dark...... Someone is manipulating it.

People have given the guy who manipulated the dream a name, Nightmare.

Are you familiar with the term?

Ha! No, I don't think that's just a prank. It makes you afraid, even terrified, to the extreme, in addition to making you sweat all over, it can change a person's mind even more.

My further understanding of the world began with a nightmare. And now, at this moment, I find that this ugly creature is the manipulator of dreams, and that it not only creates a dream, but that anyone is at its mercy in the dreams it has arranged.

Just like when you watch those dramas, you will unconsciously bring yourself into that plot, you will be happy, you will be sad, you will be impatient, you will be happy, but all of this is set up, it is all an illusion given to you by the dreamer, even if the situation in the dream does not appear in reality at all, you will not feel abnormal, you will feel that all this is reasonable.

Dreams, dreams that come up every day, one day, two days, three times or four times, maybe you have never had the same dream, dreamed of the same scene, dreamed of the same person and the same thing. But when it really comes into your mind, you think it's true, it's a revelation from the dark. Your mind is affected by it. So what about even Guardians? Pure and unblemished, holy, they are the highest rules, they are the truth of this world, but what is the result? How did they deviate from their original intentions, and how did they betray their masters? Is it preachy? Face-to-face preaching?

No! Of course not, in their dreams, there will be many bizarre, wonderful, fantastical, joyful, abruptly stopped, endlessly memorable, reluctant plots. From the first taste of the forbidden fruit, to lingering, from the shallow taste to the desire to stop. That ugly guy had long enough time for the Guardian to soak himself in.

And for ordinary people, this method is simply the existence of crushing. Those who collapsed in their dreams ended up either going mad or dying, and they could not get rid of the dream that the old gods had created for them on their own.

I was immersed in it at the time, but in my dreams I just talked to it and watched all the people struggling, and they died so miserably! To be honest, I didn't feel anything unusual in that dream, it was all real and reasonable. It wasn't until Sara screamed that I felt my ears buzz and my head seemed dizzy, and when I blinked and looked around, I realized that everything in front of me was different from what I had just seen. I realized that I was in the dream it gave me just now.

In reality, they are not all crazy, and many more are not facing their own compatriots, comrades, and comrades-in-arms, but are fighting against the ancient god and his minions.

After the war, I asked many people what kind of dreams they had, and some people were willing to tell me, but many more chose to keep their mouths shut, and although they didn't say it, I could imagine that those people's dreams must have been very unbearable.

Dreams can leave certain sequelae.

Yog-Saron's greatest skill is not that cannibalistic mouth, those huge thick tentacles, and disgusting enough appearance, but its ability to break people's hearts. Mind control is far more powerful than physical obedience, but when its trick of tricking people is overcome, it will fall.

In fact, it is as simple as that, when people overcome the illusory dream it created and awaken from that dream, the strength of Yug Saron is not much stronger than the mechanical guard in front of Ulduar's door.

Of course, the prerequisite is to overcome the mind and defeat the nightmare, otherwise his ugly body, which is not strong, will defeat the powerful guardian, which is almost invincible to humans.

As for how they overcame, it is said that the dragons found their companions in their dreams, although each dragon had its own dreams, but when one dragon found that in his dreams he could connect with the thoughts of the other dragon, they ushered in the dawn of victory, and when they found each other in the dream, they felt that they could unite and control their dreams, and that was when they defeated Yug-Saron.

They unite to defeat the monster in the dream, at which point the dream collapses. This is how Yug Saron was defeated.

Ha! What did they dream about?

Some people dream of the past, some people dream of their hometown, and the dreams of dragons are not as colorful as those of humans, they dream of the temple of the dragon's sleep that has just happened to the disaster, and only darkness spreads under the temple of the dragon's sleep.

When Yog-Saron knew that the dream he had created had been shattered, it made another effort, but the dream it had created again prevented me from even entering the dream, and although the Faceless were frantically destroying those who had fallen into the dream, this time the dream was shattered again as quickly as possible.

I saw the horror on the face of the expressionless woman, and the horror on the face of the person who created the horror did not belong to it, and there was only one explanation, which was that it knew that it was over, and that it was going to be over.

The woman looked at me suddenly, and a voice appeared in my head. "Help me!"

"I refuse." I say.

"I shouldn't have died like this!" Its tone was so stiff before it died.

"It's the best ending for you." I say.

"Those scum are immune to my dreams!"

"They're not scum, and you're not as strong as you appear." I said, "You just proved your incompetence with your actions." ”

"I'm not reconciled!" The woman opened her mouth and began to growl, and it shouted at it.

"When you meet Cthun, you can talk to him about his failures." I scoffed.

"Kill me!" The woman strode towards me.

I was stunned for a moment.

"I'm willing to give me to you!" The voice in my head shouted.

"Forgive me!" I heard it wailing.

"Are these your last words?" I looked the woman in the eye.

"Let's do it!" The woman was stopped by our soldiers.

I ignored her and turned my gaze to the disgusting body.

"When you're dead...... "I'll collect your body." ”

"In the land of Niorosa, there is only sleep." It began to mumble to itself.

"In the sleepy city of Niorosa, only madness wanders." It says.

"What?" I didn't understand what it was saying.

"You'll get it done!" The voice said, "You're going to finish it for me, aren't you?" ”

"I don't understand what you're saying." I said as I put my musket away.

"You have begun to awaken, you will eventually awaken, the shackles on your body have been loosened, and you will find your destiny, your mission." It says, "But my dedication is indelible!" ”

"If there is a day, I may say a few words for you." I say.

"I am willing to dedicate me to you, Lord of Darkness, and let me wake up from Neolosa again, and I will serve you as king."

"Where is that?"

It didn't answer my question, and by this time Sara was gone, and its massive tentacles had collapsed to the ground.

"Are you dead?" I looked around for Sarah, then at the big mouth that had almost sunk into the pool.

It didn't respond, and everyone cheered, and the remaining Faceless ones were chopped to the ground by the soldiers, and the gray-black blood of the creatures flowed to the ground.

I walked over to the pool, and the monster's body was crooked to one side. Some red fluid began to leak from its body, which was supposed to be its blood.

I crouched down and looked down at the red liquid that was gradually dispersing, as if it were smoke and so incompatible with water.

I reached out and picked up some water, and the red liquid quickly found my hand as if a snake had locked onto its prey when my hand touched the water, and then spread towards my hand.

That is its devotion, and it gives me its blood.

Everyone was cheering, and no one paid attention to me squatting at the water's edge.

It failed. The defeat was not glorious at all.

Just as it once mocked those humans, it said that no one can reign supreme forever, and that death is the only eternity.

After I waded into that pool, it did give me its blood. Of course, although it gives me some physical pleasure, I still have a disgust for it in my heart. More disgusted than Cthun.

I knocked the teeth out of its mouth, and many of the soldiers tried to follow suit, but they were burned when they got into the red-stained water.

In the end, there were very few people who dared to go into the water to collect the loot, and only a few Death Knights braved the pain to obtain this precious souvenir.

Its corpse then began to decompose, the scarlet pool began to swirl, and its bones were swept away, then reduced to powder, and finally merged with the pool.

After the destruction of Yog-Saron, Algalon the Observer paid tribute to the Guardian Dragons and paid his respects to the heroic coalition forces, saying that he would temporarily reverse his decision to destroy the world due to the courage and selflessness of the people, and that the coalition would sacrifice their lives in exchange for the right to continue to survive in the future.

Yog-Saron's death was recorded in the history books, but after the battle the dragon quickly cleared the field, and the magicians of Dalaran and all the people had to hurry out of the place.

Even when King Magni came here, I heard that the dragon didn't allow him to visit all the places, and that the dragon only allowed the dwarves to take some of the technology with them.

I modified Yog-Saron's teeth into a long dagger, but I preferred to keep it as a souvenir or trinket, and I later gave it to Soval. After that battle, a magician from Dalaran accidentally got a small box in Yug-Salon's prison, which caused some sensation at the time.

People were curious about the mysterious box, and not many people had seen it, but according to legend, the box showed them something that was both frightening and fascinating.

But soon the magician died, and the little box was gone. At that time, Dalaran specially sent people to investigate the matter, but in the end nothing was found.

Guess where that little box has gone?