Stormwind God

"Magni! Here is an important task for you." After all, Duke handed [Iron's Tears] to Magni * Bronzebeard, who glowed with bright blind-eye diamonds: "I want Take a trip to the Emerald Dream. During this time, you take care of it for me. [Tear of Elune], one of the pillars of creation, cannot be lost. "

Magni reached out and took the artifact. I saw his brilliant diamond palms close, and everyone saw that his diamond arms had become almost transparent. The red solid artifact teardrop passed through his arm to the heart.

The big brothers were stunned.

Magni swept everyone around: "Sorry! My earth demigod is such a virtue. Unlike some elemental demigod and some wind goddess, both step into the realm of **** and can still be human . "

Everyone burst into laughter.

Queen Greek connected with a spirit: "Duke ..."

"I know." Of course, Duke knew that there must be monsters when things went wrong. If it's a step-by-step process to get things done, Duke is completely true. The inexplicable offensive, however, was a headache.

The history of Azeroth has long been plagued by the butterfly of Duke.

Some events are not so much destiny, it is better to say that a certain personality leader must make the same choice at that fixed point in time.

But many events have become unreliable.

For example, Onyxia was supposed to have been cold for a long time. Later, at most, the corpse changed, and then it completely withdrew from the historical stage. Who knows that she is still fighting the Nether Battlefield with the name of guarding the dragon?

It's like Varian, uh, now Varian should be cold at this time. But with Duke's command, Varian escaped directly from the deadlock on the broken beach. He is still the core soul of the alliance.

It stands to reason that there will no longer be a card for Nightmare King Xavis.

Unlike Enzos's previous conspiracy gameplay, now it is equivalent to a storm.

If in the game, [Jade Nightmare] is just a transitional team copy.

The stupid man, the boss who pushed the boss, except for countless players yelling at the glass scum and killing our Ysera crush, the Emerald Nightmare is no different from other team copies.

In reality, Azeroth and the Emerald Dream have very different significance.

The Emerald Dream was originally created as an Azeroth blueprint for the Titans, but now stimulated by mysterious power without source, the spread of corruption is now gushing out. If it cannot be truncated from its source, the entire Azeroth will be surrounded by it.

Duke is very clear what an evil outcome would be once the Emerald Nightmare becomes an Emerald Nightmare. When the Nightmare expands infinitely, the mortals of the entire Azeroth will be entangled by the Daydream. They will faint on the ground and keep having nightmares.

At the moment when the Burning Legion's invasion is in full swing, what are the consequences of all the Alliance soldiers who resist the Legion have a nightmare and lethargy at the same time?

Mission off!

Brother!

It goes without saying that only the one who has been the source of pollution in the Emerald Nightmare will be able to see the Emerald Dream as pure as ever.

When the other strong leagues go, they do more with less.

Their origins doomed their insights.

When it comes to wide-ranging knowledge, no one can compare with a great heavenly traversal.

Duke arranged the front line work: After transferring most of the tasks of remotely controlling the Void Fortress above the atmosphere to Khadgar and other elemental messengers, he lay down directly in the bedroom of the commander's residence of Naxxramas.

He instructed his maids Vanessa and Soranlian: "I'm likely to have nightmares and yell. As long as I don't attack the leaders of the Alliance around me, even if I demolish this command house tube."

"Uh ..." Vanessa was a little troubled.

"Then, when I'm asleep, don't let anything exist near me, even my wives. Because in the focus of strength, the spirit can actually be unified with the material. When the spirit is completely materialized, the enemy can also be me People around her have her voice and smile. "Duke emphasized, even if he thought it might be his own heart.

be careful and live long!

After crossing through myself for so many years, I almost missed the door.

How can we capsize the ditch at this point in the Legion.

Duke arranged everything, lay down comfortably, and called softly, "Ysera!"

Almost the next moment, he felt as if his spirit had encountered a black hole. There was a great suction in the illusion, and he was about to drag his soul out of his body.

Of course, if Duke resists, the opponent will never succeed.

Demigod versus demigod, at best just interfere.

After verifying that Ysera's deity and uncorrupted power, Duke let go of his spirit and let Ysera drag his soul.

In a blink of an eye, Duke found himself in a strange and horrified world.

The sky was red but covered with a thick layer of dust and mist.

Numerous buildings in the distance, along with huge plots below, were suspended in the air by huge vines.

The once emerald dream was a vibrant green. Even with all kinds of unreal illusions, there is always a beautiful touch. It seems that as long as you close your eyes, you can sit freely in various dreams and soar in an absolutely perfect world.

Now, the smell came from the smell of rotten smell, like a piece of fatty pork bought back, thrown in the corner of the wall for a week, exuding the rotten smell that cockroaches and mice love.

"Nausea!" Apparently that was just feeling, Duke was a little bit sick.

"Duke, you promised me only five minutes." Ysera's soft voice came, and Duke looked back embarrassedly, then startled.

Old friend.

Whether it's her dragon form or the night elf form. Ysera always feels elegant and beautiful. Ysera, who could appear in front of Duke, was extremely weak.

Ysera, a night elf, was standing still at this point. Half of her body leaned against a withered blood-red vine.

The night elves' dress is always quite unrestrained. Most of the female elves prefer not to wear armor between the breastplate and the belt, because it will be lighter and let their skin sense the power of the luna.

But at this time, Ysera, the whole right waist that was exposed seemed to have the worst tattoo. It was simply the most trashy heavy metal oil paint, which penetrated into the dermis as much as possible, leaving a corrosive color on it.

"Hell, why didn't you call me earlier."

"I called ... I thought of you as soon as I hit the ball. That's ... well, probably about eight minutes in the real world." Ysera smiled bitterly. But that smile is uglier than crying.