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Nightmare didn't just appear after the first Battle of Quicksand.

As early as the failure to plant the world tree Andashir, the ancient gods found a secret passage into the Emerald Dream. Since then, sporadic monsters corrupted by nightmares have appeared in the dream world.

Melinthra has also fought some of these nightmare monsters, and she knows the dangers of this contagious and demagogic evil to the Emerald Dream.

After being liberated from captivity and returning to the familiar Emerald Dreamland, Melinthra felt grateful for a time when she learned that the Nightmare King Xavius ​​had disappeared and the corruption of the nightmare had gradually subsided.

Who knew that the good times would not last long, she soon learned the news of the appearance of the second generation Nightmare King from her mother.

In the years since she got out of trouble, Melinthra has never let go of her inspections of the Emerald Dreamland. She must ensure that the Nightmare cannot quietly corrupt the Emerald Dreamland from the corner area again.

Contrary to Melinsera's expectations, for a long time afterwards, except for the initial greeting with Sharlayan, the new Nightmare King never appeared again, as if he never existed.

Malfurion had only learned of the true identity of the new Nightmare King from Sharlayan not long ago, and he hadn't had time to report the details to the green dragon guarding the dream world.

Of course, Merlinsera has heard of Varoson's name, and she also knows that he is an egoist who pretends to be the queen's loyal dog.

Driven by desire, Xavius's action pattern can still be traced. All he wants to do is to prove to Azshara that he has excellent abilities worthy of her, and by the way... to the one who killed him back then. Malfurion's revenge.

In contrast, Varothen, who has never been absolutely loyal to anyone, is not very good at predicting actions.

After learning of Goldrinn's experience from Sharlayan, O'Muron and Melinthra both sounded alarm bells.

Omulon, who is responsible for guarding Aviana's soul egg, doesn't need to worry too much about the other wild demigod souls under the care of his colleagues, he just needs to finish his job well.

But Melinthra, who had an overview of the whole situation, couldn't be so relaxed. She began to worry whether those wilderness demigods who were still in cultivation were also being targeted by the Nightmare King Varothen.

Among them, of course, is Aviana, the mother of all birds.

After delivering the information to Merlinthra, Sharlayan and his party embarked on the journey again, handing over the subsequent disposal to the green dragon and druid.

As Sharlayan said, they were unfamiliar with the Emerald Dreamland, and rashly helping them if they were overwhelmed may have counterproductive effects, so they simply handed over all of them to Merlinthra to coordinate and dispatch.

Coincidentally, after learning that Sarlayan and his party were going to visit Tortola and Cenarius, Melinthra asked Sarlayan to remind them to pay attention to safety, and she would go to visit the other demigods in person.

But before that, Melinsera still needs to eliminate the threat of the harpies that is close at hand.

After bidding farewell to the Green Dragon Princess who still had important matters to attend to, Onyxia found the right direction and flew quickly, and soon came to the big lake in the south of the Essina Forest.

The tortoise demigod Tortola has almost recovered from his injuries, but most of the time he still subconsciously sinks his soul into dreams.

After all, for the demigods of the wilderness, the original Azeroth in the dream matches what they remember.

It wasn't difficult to find a job in Tortola, and they didn't even need to look for it. As soon as they reached the sky above the Great Lake, Sarlayan and his party saw a huge tortoise lying on the lakeside and basking in the sun with its eyes closed.

Sensing the fluttering of wings from above, the meek-tempered Tortola slowly opened his eyelids.

"oh?"

Feeling the familiar breath, Tortola's huge body slowly stood up from the lake.

"Isn't this my mortal friend, Sharlayan Deep Shadow? It hasn't been long since you left last time. Is there any good news for me this time?"

'Not long...'

Sharlayan still couldn't adapt to the long-lived species' concept of time, and waved hello to the friendly tortoise demigod with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"Dear Tortola, long time no see.

"Unfortunately, what I brought this time may not be good news."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Sarlayan got straight to the point and said, "I have brought two pieces of news during my visit this time."

"One is the return of the Nightmare Lord, and the other is that the Burning Legion is about to launch another invasion of Azeroth."

Because he was severely injured in the Battle of the Ancients, Tortola fell into a deep sleep for 10,000 years. He didn't know much about the Nightmare and the Nightmare King who rose up after his sleep, and he didn't have a deep feeling.

But upon hearing the name of the Burning Legion, Tortola, who had been lazily before, immediately widened his eyes.

"Are you sure? This is not a topic that can be used as a joke."

Sharlayan nodded slowly without changing his face: "I'm sure that the one who launched the attack in advance should be only one of the partial divisions of the Burning Legion."

"They plan to launch a new round of invasion of Azeroth from a dying world called Draenor by using the interstellar portal connecting the two worlds."

"Draenor..." Tortola shook his huge head, causing the surrounding lake to fluctuate: "I haven't heard of it, hey~ I've never been good at using my brain."

"Just tell me, is there anything I can do?"

Sharlayan had dealt with Tortola once before, and he knew that the tortoise demigod had a gentle temper and was easy to talk to.

Sure enough, when Sharlayan explained his plan to Tortola, he agreed to cooperate in the whole process without hesitation.

However, Tortola also raised some doubts about Sharlayan's plan.

"Sharlayan, it's not that I'm supercilious, I want to confirm, can you really defeat this partial division of the Burning Legion with the power of Azeroth's mortals alone?"

Sharlayan resolutely assured: "If the various mortal forces can abandon their prejudices and unite as one, as long as the Burning Legion does not send legion commanders of the level of Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, I have the confidence to fight Win this defensive battle."

"Even... there is hope to take the opportunity to counterattack to Draenor and establish a star-level outpost outside Azeroth."

Tortola sighed suspiciously: "I still can't believe it, but I'm willing to trust your judgment, let's do it."

"If you need my help, you can send someone to Mount Hyjal or the Emerald Dream to inform me at any time."

Sharlayan sincerely bowed to Tortola and said, "Thank you for your understanding. I will try my best to ensure that mortals will not disappoint your expectations."

...

After easily taking care of Tortola, who doesn't like to use his brain, the next journey will be relatively long.

It is not impossible to forcefully fly from Mount Hyjal to Northrend. After all, the ancient Kalimdor continent in the dream is complete, and there is no ocean in the middle.

Sharlayan consulted the opinions of other people, whether to turn around and go back to Merlinthra to arrange the road to the dreamland, or to go directly to Dragonbone Wilderness.

If Sharlayan was in good health, Valeera and the others would have chosen to spend this unique honeymoon trip traveling all the way.

Unfortunately, considering Sharlayan's current physical condition, it is best to make a quick decision to avoid long nights and dreams.

After a vote, except for Sharlayan who abstained, everyone unanimously agreed to take the road of dreams.

Melinsera, who was already busy, readily sent Sharlayan and his party to the entrance of the Dreamland Road. Guided by the green dragons guarding the Dreamland Road, they successfully entered the dreamland transmission leading to the Emerald Dragon Holy Land. Door.

"Well?"

As soon as he walked out of the portal, Sharlayan heard a familiar murmur.

"This breath is... Sharlayan?"

Although known as the Sleeper, Ysera apparently didn't fall asleep anytime in the Emerald Dream.

The Emerald Dragon Sanctuary, full of blooming plants of various colors and full of vitality, can be said to be an extension of Ysera's power. As soon as Sharlayan and his party landed, Ysera, lying on the small island in the center of the holy land, noticed the familiar breath.

Sharlayan and the others suddenly felt a blur in front of them, and before they had time to see the scenery in front of them, they were shifted again. A huge green dragon with a graceful figure and a crown on its head almost occupied their entire field of vision.

"It's really a rare visitor. I didn't expect to see your big family in the dream."

Ysera lowered her head teasingly, and made her dragon head face Sharlayan and his party.

"I know you never act aimlessly, tell me, what is the purpose of coming here to find me... Wait."

Ysera looked at Sharlayan's vertical pupils shrinking slightly, and asked with some doubts: "Why is your soul in such a bad state? And... is this the remnant of Goldrinn's power?"

"this……"

Ysera showed a headache expression: "That reckless guy has made trouble again? Could it be that he stuffed a lot of fury into your body all at once?"

Sharlayan spread his hands with a wry smile: "Your Majesty Ysera's eyes are as bright as a torch, just as you said."

Ysera was also a little bit dumbfounded about this: "I know why you came to the Emerald Dreamland, it's okay, you are always too busy to touch the ground, take this opportunity to cultivate well in this green dreamland world Not bad."

"but……"

Ysera put away her slightly joking tone: "You shouldn't come to me just for this, right?"

"Tell me, what's going on outside?"

It was not the first time Ysera had been in contact with Sharlayan, and she had some understanding of his behavior style, so she simply cooperated with him in asking straightforward questions.

Since Ysera was straightforward, Sharlayan didn't intend to go around in circles, and unreservedly relayed the two news to Tortola to Ysera, and asked her to help recall Cenarius.

"The Burning Legion..."

Mentioning this ominous term, Ysera's expression became solemn, and then she lifted her entire upper body lying on the ground.

"As early as 10,000 years ago when they were driven out of Azeroth with difficulty, everyone who participated in the Battle of the Ancients knew that the Burning Legion would return unwillingly one day."

"Ten thousand years, it's about time."

Ysera's eyes flickered, as if she was sending a message through a certain frequency.

After a few seconds, Ysera lowered her head to look at Sharlayan again: "I have already informed Cenarius, you should rest with me these few days, and wait patiently for him to rush over from elsewhere."

"I want to go back to the material world first, and tell Malygos and Alexstrasza the important news."

"Hey~"

Ysera smiled helplessly and said, "I hope Nozdormu can come back before the decisive battle. I don't know if Soledormi has found him."

Sharlayan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Nozdormu is still lost in the space-time rift and hasn't come back?"

‘What the hell is the Bronze Dragon Queen doing? I've already told her what I should say, but she still hasn't been able to convince the Time Dragon King who got into the horns? '