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I have to say that Varosen is really good at hiding.

Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods took advantage of Fandral Staghelm's opportunity to plant Andrassil, the Snowy Crown, to invade the Emerald Dream.

Since then, so-called nightmare monsters have appeared in the Emerald Dream. These monsters are actually the spiritual bodies of the Faceless Men under the three ancient gods projected into the dream world.

I don’t know if the souls of the faceless men are naturally twisted. Their reflections in the dream world are completely different from the material world, and their appearance is even weirder. Sarlayan doesn’t know what language to use to describe these shapeless and twisted monsters.

"Snapped!"

After once again trampling to death a nightmare monster squirming under his feet, Sarlayan focused his eyes on the black and green portal in front of him.

Judging from the inert energy fluctuations around the portal, it has not been activated at this time, and there are only some sporadic low-level dream monsters wandering near the portal.

"Your Majesty Ysera, is this here?"

"Yes."

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

Except for Aviana, the Mother of Birds, who is not good at frontal combat, and Cenarius, who stayed behind on Mount Hyjal, all the resurrected wilderness demigods stood behind Sarlayan, and the green dragon army led by Merinthra He also followed them and stood ready.

Sarlayan turned around to observe everyone's status, and then nodded heavily to Ysera: "Let's get started."

"good."

There is a crown-shaped decoration suspended on the head of Ysera's dragon form. Under the full force of her dream power, the light of the small golden crown becomes brighter and brighter, and a stream of emerald green pure energy is sprayed from Ysera's mouth. out.

With sufficient infusion of dream power, the originally closed portal gradually resumed operation.

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

"hold head high!"

The green dragons who were well prepared immediately joined forces to spit acid dragon breath near the portal, and controlled the landing point of the dragon's breath very accurately without any impact on the structure of the portal.

These nightmare monsters are obviously the gatekeepers specially arranged by Varosen, and their movements should soon be known to Varoson, who is recuperating in seclusion.

Looking at the nightmare monsters being quickly eliminated, Sarlayan frowned slightly and said to Melinsela: "Fortunately, we chose to attack by force. That guy Varosen has long been prepared for the possible invasion."

Melinsela said with a solemn expression: "Then, we must speed up the progress. We must rush into Ny'alotha before N'Zoth knows the situation here."

Under the joint sweep of hundreds of green dragons, the nightmare monsters blocking the entrance to the portal were quickly cleared away.

Although there will be scattered enemies rushing out from the other side of the portal from time to time, the density is far less than at the beginning.

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

Sharlayan rushed into the portal with two swords in hand, and slew several large nightmare creatures with his sword.

On the other side of the door, the scenery is completely different from the green Emerald Dream.

As soon as he stepped into the world here, Sarlayan immediately felt an extremely depressing atmosphere.

The main color of the dream subplane where Varosen hides is gray, and the sky is filled with a thick layer of fog. Although it is not blind, the visible range is never more than 5 meters.

"Sniff~"

The wolf god Goldrinn, who was following Sarlayan, twitched his nose: "I smell the guy with the strongest nightmare smell, come with me!"

While following Goldrinn who led the way, Sarlayan frowned and said to Melinsela who was following him closely: "The environment here... I have an inexplicable sense of déjà vu."

Melinsela asked in confusion: "A sense of déjà vu? Could it be that you have been here before? Or is it a similar nightmare sub-plane?"

"Ah! That's right."

Under Melinsela's reminder, Sarlayan suddenly said: "The Blighted Realm of Zlos, before I took over Zlos from the leader of Drust, Gorak Tur, there was a lot of darkness there. A terrifying fog.”

"Golak Tur..." Melinsela lowered her head and pondered: "If I remember correctly, the Drust seem to be colluding with the mastermind behind the turmoil in the Shadow Realm? Is there any connection between the two? "

"Insufficient information makes it impossible to draw a conclusion for the time being." Sarlayan touched his chin and guessed: "Perhaps N'zoth had some kind of contact with the Drust people, but when the Drust people were almost exterminated, Now, it’s hard to find conclusive evidence.”

With the final counterattack of the Drust led by Gorak Tul being defeated, the Drust race completely became a minority race in Azeroth, and the few remaining Drust people went to Old Bear Take refuge in Orfa's den.

Orfa, who deeply hates Gorak Tuor, does not accept everyone. The Drust people with evil intentions will be killed on the spot. He will only accept those compatriots who are willing to accept the status quo and spend the rest of their lives peacefully.

Orfa knew very well that the hope of the Drust people to rise again had been cut off by the extremist Gorak Tull himself. He did not expect his compatriots to do much more. The priority was to recuperate and restore the population. Top priority.

With the decline of the Drust civilization, the documents they once recorded were also lost, and Sarlayan was not sure how far the cooperation between the Drust people and the ancient gods had progressed.

To this day, although there are still many Drust people living in the Shadow Realm, after Denathrius, who was hiding behind to cause trouble, escaped, the Drust trouble-making faction lost the support behind them and was unable to survive alone. It is only a matter of time before the wild beasts in the fairyland are uprooted.

"Since you are familiar with these fogs." Melinsela tilted her head and asked curiously: "Then, can you blow them away?"

"It's not a big problem."

Sharlayan used druid magic to call forth the violent winds, and imbued these strong currents with the power of dreams.

As the howling wind blew to every corner of this small dream sub-plane, the breeze mixed with pure dream power quickly blew away the thick fog.

As Sharlayan expected, some of Varosen's nightmare power was mixed into these mists, which exactly offset each other with the dream power that Sharlayan injected into the wind.

After the thick fog was blown away, the comrades who followed Sarlayan could finally see the true scenery of the entire subplane intuitively.

"How should I put it?" Melinsela curled her lips in disgust: "That guy Varosen really lacks artistic talent. No wonder he wants to cover this sub-plane with thick fog."

The entire dream sub-plane was so barren that there was nothing but piles of rocks.

As the master of this dream sub-plane, Varosen must have the ability to change the scenery of the sub-plane, it just depends on whether he wants to do it or not.

After following Goldrinn around in the pile of rocks for about ten minutes, a giant dark green cocoon appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Behind it was another activated purple-black portal.

"Ouch!"

Goldrinn, the wolf god, always had his own way, and he attacked first before the others arrived to join him.

A concentrated energy cannon was ejected from Goldrinn's mouth, hitting the squirming dark green giant cocoon impartially.

"ah!!"

The giant cocoon that was hit predictably let out a scream.

Varoson, who was in seclusion to recuperate, was forcibly awakened, and before he could recover, he was hit in the face by a wolf god energy cannon.

The wilderness demigods did not intend to waste time on this guy. Following Goldrinn, the highly mobile eagle demigod Onhara also launched an attack.

The spiral wind force that quickly formed from bottom to top shattered the already crumbling giant cocoon, revealing a strong satyr with wounds all over his body.

He is Varoson, the second-generation Nightmare King, Azshara’s former palace guard captain.

Varosen's body died as early as 10,000 years ago during the ancient war, but his soul was captured by the ancient gods who took advantage of the situation, and during the long period of whispering brainwashing, he became the lackey of the ancient gods.

This was the first time that Sarlayan had truly seen the true soul of Varosen. Looking at the embarrassed Satyr whose power of the void was constantly escaping from the wound, he shook his head sarcastically and clenched the swords in his hands.

"You will be punished for your own misfortune... Varosen, in the name of Queen Azshara, I give you the belated punishment."

"cut!"