I have to say that Varosson is indeed very good at hiding.

Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods took advantage of the opportunity of Vandal Deerhelm's cultivation of Andahir, the crown of the snowfield, to invade the Emerald Dream Realm.

Since then, so-called nightmare monsters have appeared in the Emerald Dream Realm, and these monsters are actually the spirit bodies projected into the dream world by the faceless ones under the command of the three ancient gods.

I don't know if it's because the souls of the Faceless are inherently twisted, their reflections in the dream world are completely different from the material world, and their appearance is even more bizarre, and Sarean doesn't know what words to use to describe these shapeless twisted monsters.

"Smack!"

Trampling to death a nightmare monster wriggling beneath his feet, Sarjan focused on the black and green portal in front of him.

Judging by the inert energy fluctuations around the portal, it has not been activated at this time, and only a few sporadic low-level dream monsters are hovering around the portal.

"Your Majesty Ysera, is this the place?"

"Yes."

Ysera nodded solemnly, "This is the direct portal to the target plane...... Are you ready? ”

With the exception of Avina, the Mother of Ten Thousand Birds, who was not good at frontal combat, and Cenarius, who stayed behind on Mount Hyjal, all the resurrected demigods of the wilderness stood behind Salian, and the army of green dragons led by Merinthra followed them.

Saléan looked back at everyone before nodding heavily to Isera, "Let's begin." ”

"Okay."

A crown-shaped ornament hovered over Ysera's dragon form, and under the full urging of her dream powers, the light of the little golden crown grew brighter and brighter, and an emerald green pure energy erupted from Isera's mouth.

Infused with the power of dreams, the previously closed portal gradually resumed its operation.

But at the same time, a large number of nightmare monsters rushed out of the other side of the portal first.

"Aang!"

The green dragons, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately joined forces to spit acid dragon breath near the portal, and controlled the landing point of the dragon breath very precisely, without affecting the structure of the portal.

These nightmare monsters are apparently the gatekeepers specially arranged by Varosen, and their movements should soon be known to Valosen, who is recuperating from his injuries in retreat.

Looking at the nightmare monster that was being quickly destroyed, Sarian frowned slightly and said to Merinsera: "Fortunately, we chose to attack, that Varosson guy has long been prepared for a possible invasion. ”

Melinsera said with a solemn expression: "Then, we must speed up the progress, and we must attack Niolorosa before Enzos knows about the situation here." ”

Under the combined sweep of hundreds of green dragons, the nightmare monsters blocking the portal door were quickly cleared.

From time to time, there will be scattered enemies rushing out of the other side of the portal, but the density is far less than it was at the beginning.

"It's our turn, everyone, keep up!"

Saljan rushed into the portal with his twin swords in hand, and slashed several large nightmare creatures with a swing of his sword.

On the other side of the gate, the scenery is completely different from the emerald dream full of greenery.

As soon as he stepped into this world, Salian immediately felt an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

The main color of this dream subplane where Varosson is hiding is gray, and the sky is filled with a thick layer of fog, although it is not a finger that cannot be seen, but the range of vision is never more than 5 meters.

"Sniff~"

Godling, the wolf god who was following closely behind Sarren, twitched his nose: "I smell where the stinking guy with the strongest nightmare is, come with me!" ”

While following Godling, who was leading the way, Salaan frowned and said to Melinthera, who was following him closely, "The environment here ...... I had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. ”

Merinthera asked puzzledly, "Déjà vu?" Could it be that you've been here before? Or is it something like that, the Nightmare Subplane? ”

"Ahh That's right. ”

Under the reminder of Merinsera, Sarena suddenly said: "Zlos, the realm of decay, was filled with a large amount of eerie and terrifying fog before I took Zlos from the leader of Drust, Golek Tur. ”

"Golek Tur......" Merlensela mused, looking down, "If I'm not mistaken, it seems that the Drusters are in collusion with those behind the turmoil in the Shadow Realm?" Is there a connection between the two? ”

"There is not enough intelligence to draw conclusions for the time being." Sarjan rubbed his chin and guessed, "Maybe Enzos had some kind of connection with the Drusters, but now that the Drusters are almost extinct, it is difficult to find definite evidence. ”

With the final counterattack of the Elder led by Golek Turr defeated, the Elder race became a complete minority in Azeroth, and the few remaining Elder Rusts took refuge in the lair of the old bear Alpha.

Orfa, who hated Golek Tour, was not taken by everyone, and the unscrupulous Droucs would be killed on the spot, and he would only take in those compatriots who were willing to accept the status quo and spend the rest of their lives peacefully.

Orfa was well aware that the hopes of the resurgence of the Druster had been cut off by the extremist Galek Tour, and he did not expect much more from his countrymen, and that recuperation and population recovery were the most important priorities at the moment.

With the decline of the Drouctan civilization and the loss of the documents they once recorded, the Saljan was unsure of the extent of the Dreustrians' cooperation with the Old Gods.

To this day, although there are still many Dreustrians living in the Shadow Realm, after Denatius who hid behind his back to make trouble, he lost the support behind him, and it was only a matter of time before he was uprooted by the Wild Spirits who guarded the blazing blue fairy.

"Now that you're familiar with the fog." Merinthera tilted her head and asked curiously, "So, do you have a way to blow them apart?" ”

"It's not a big problem."

Saljan summoned the winds with druid spells and infused the power of dreams into these surging currents.

As the howling wind blew to all corners of this small dream subplane, the breeze mixed with the power of pure dreams quickly blew away the thick fog.

As Sarrian had expected, the fog was mixed with a portion of Varosson's nightmare power, which was offset by the dream powers that Saljan had infused into the wind.

After the dense fog was blown away, the comrades who were advancing with Salian could finally see the true scenery of the entire subplane.

"How so?" Melinthera pursed her lips in disgust: "That guy Varosson really lacks artistic cells, no wonder he wants to cover this subplane with a thick fog." ”

The entire dream subplane was bare, barren to the point of being nothing but a pile of rubble.

As the master of this dream subplane, Varosson must have the ability to change the scenery of the subplane, it depends on whether he wants to do it or not.

After about ten minutes of following Godlin around the rubble, a dark green cocoon appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and behind it was another violet-black portal that was activated.

"Whoa!"

Godling, the wolf god, had always gone his own way, and he attacked before the others could come and join him.

A condensed energy cannon erupted from Godling's mouth, striking the wriggling dark green cocoon impartially.

"Ahh

The cocoon that was hit unsurprisingly screamed.

Varosson, who was recuperating from his injuries in retreat, was forcibly awakened, and before he could come back to his senses, he was slapped in the face by a wolf god energy cannon.

The Wilderness Demigods didn't intend to waste time on this guy, and immediately after Godring, the mobile Eagle Demigod Earnhara also attacked.

The spiral wind, which quickly took shape from the bottom up, shattered the already crumbling cocoon, revealing a strong Sartre covered in wounds.

He is the second Nightmare King, Varosson, the former captain of the palace guard of Azhara.

Varosson's body had died during the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, but his soul had been captured by the Old Gods who had taken advantage of it, and had been brainwashed by a long whisper and degenerated into a lackey of the Old Gods.

This was the first time that Salian had really seen Varosson's soul body, and looking at the embarrassed Sartre who was constantly escaping the power of the void from the wound, he shook his head sarcastically and clenched the dual swords in his hand.

"You cannot live if you have done your own iniquity...... Varosen, in the name of Queen Aishara, I bestow upon you a belated punishment. ”

"Slash!"