Stratholme God

   Chapter 1423 Dream Strong (Tactical Lean Back)

   "Bastard Illidan! Why didn't you tell me..." Tyrande raised her forehead, she felt a pain in her head.

   "I don't know his character." McDonald shrugged.

"Hey! Maybe he's not as evil as he seems. As a childhood sweetheart, I sincerely hope that he is on the side of justice. But ah! Until it proves that he is a spy who infiltrated the Burning Legion, he is still our Cardo. Ray's great traitor."

  Illidan has done too many things, and quite a few of them also involve the newly emerging draenei forces in the alliance. In the absence of hard evidence, this cannot be washed away.

  Tyrande wouldn't bother to do that either.

   The reforms implemented in the night elves were enough for her to worry about.

   Brothers Stormrage? What is love! She's had enough of these two scumbags.

   McDonald's didn't know what to do, and when he mentioned Brother Stormrage in front of Tyrande, he always had a wonderful sense of accomplishment that the husband had committed so far.

  Cough!

   far away!

   At present, the focus is still on the crisis of the Emerald Dream.

  Tyrande came here this time, mainly to ask "Can you let the druids observe the situation of the Emerald Dream?"

   This request made McDonald's a little awkward.

"You know, Trident's methods are really different, believe me, once you see what they do, any Druid with good intentions will greatly reduce their trust in Trident, and even in me, And goodwill for the league."

   Tyrande frowned: "However, the Druid has a passion beyond ordinary people's understanding for defending the Emerald Dream, and I can't help it!"

  For McDonald, a Druid is, in a sense, a **** on one side and a devil on the other.

   Advocating the nature of harmony in nature is good, and the druids have made great efforts to heal the land corrupted by the Scourge. However, when he promoted the industrial revolution and strengthened the alliance's combat power, many stubborn druids jumped out again and blocked Tyrande's industrialization measures in the military industry.

McDonald shook his head: "Let's just say it straight out of my family, let them swear by their beliefs and not reveal half of what they saw. Then, I'll give them some less exciting excerpts. have a look."

   Tyrande notes the word 'excerpt' sensitively.

   She was slightly taken aback: "Can you contact most of the frontline trident soldiers directly?"

   McDonald's facial muscles twitched slightly: "A considerable number of them are masters of spiritual power. If a certain part of the Emerald Dream has not completely turned into a nightmare state, the 'dream' can still be transmitted."

   Not too entangled, after a brief discussion, the Cenarion Council bosses headed by Hamuul Runetotem collectively passed through the portal and came to visit Golden Sword Port.

  In the military conference hall, there are three floors, 12 on each floor, and 36 magic mirrors, which are about equal to 60-inch screens, are arranged. Every picture is a dream frontier.

  The battle in the dreamland made the Druid bosses stunned.

   For example, in a certain scene, at the beginning [Bashu Yanyun] slowly walked in the green woods with the characteristics of the jade dream.

   Suddenly, a large green tree nearby grew up, and at the same time, its shape changed, turning the surrounding into a large group of satyrs.

   However, this trident operator did not stop his steps, did not turn his head, as if he could not see these satyrs at all.

   As a bystander, even Hamuul could feel the enveloping energy of evil, and he felt the coldness of his vest became more and more obvious and more intense!

   Just when Hamuul felt his body gradually become stiff.

  【Bashu Yanyun】walking in the satyr group seems to be grabbed by countless invisible ghost hands, and the whole person is suspended in the air

   Just when the audience thought that this operator was about to be unable to support it, it was very abrupt that another operator's voice was heard in the mirror image.

   "Caught you!"

  The picture in the mirror changed suddenly, and the scene of the emerald jungle familiar to Druids came into their eyes again.

   And the previously illusory mutation, as well as the Sartre cluster, disappeared like a punctured blurred bubble.

   At this moment, all the images in the picture seem to have a sense of reality, but a strange cold and wet feeling seems to come across the space.

   At this time, everyone saw that a faceless man was bound like a net by a mass of equally evil black energy.

  The hunter, became the prey.

   His figure was immediately squashed, squeezed, and stirred.

   There are colorful clouds floating in the sky of the dream, but the situation of the faceless person reminds people of the colorful clouds.

right!

   is such a chaotic and ugly thing.

   After a few more seconds, a human figure condensed in the void, [Laughing Buddha] put on gloves, dug out from the faceless limbs like mud, and picked up an octopus-like thing.

   That is the head of the Faceless.

   "Speak! Where is Xavius?" he demanded.

  The Faceless formed a structure similar to a human face, revealing a theoretically joking expression, it uttered the words: "Idiot! You are the one in the trap."

   At this moment, the landscape in the magic mirror image is on the other side.

   The druids who watched it immediately understood that this operator was forcibly pulled into another nightmare!

   What surprised them the most was that the operator didn't even have to do anything, just by the confident look on his face, he was pretty sure he was fine.

   Even though the woods around him had suddenly turned unscientific into a tidal wave of shadows coming towards him, there were even countless terrifying mouthparts and tentacles reaching out to him in the shadows.

but……

   He seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, took two leisurely steps, and then took out something that the Druid absolutely did not understand.

  McDonald's holding his forehead——what is the hobby to design the appearance of his mental power core trigger device to be... a hot pot soup bag?

  【Laughing Buddha】Hey hey smile: "Yuanyang hot pot is the last bottom line of the spicy party!"

   In the next moment, when the high-concentrated spiritual power in his hand suddenly spread out in the dream, there were screams of various sizes around him.

   That stuff is outrageous, like a can of paint spilled on an oil painting.

   When a massive amount of psychic energy bombs with various origins such as Ke-type, Mind Flayer, and Beholder explodes, the effect is no different from throwing a tactical nuclear bomb.

  “Boom—”

   The scene in the entire nightmare space was distorted, and a large blank was directly collapsed on the magic mirror.

The    Druids were dumbfounded again.

  Hamuel: "They do this? Won't they completely destroy their own spirit?"

  McDonald is so embarrassed, how should he explain it?

  The clones are only the control objects of their mental projections, and it is not their souls that are projected into the Emerald Dream, but a piece of mental power that was originally prepared to be thrown out.

   is just too realistic, so that the Druids thought it was the real soul of the sand sculpture player entering it.

   (end of this chapter)