Stratholme God

   Chapter 457 The Dream of Punishing the Heart (1 more) (Happy Lantern Festival)

  The spiritual power of people is different.

  Some people screamed when they were bitten by mosquitoes, and some people could not snort even when they were tortured by Ling Chi.

   Just as the sand sculpture players were proudly proclaiming their deeds of cultivating the Scourge, a spiritual connection came to Anastrian.

   "Your Majesty, I found something."

   "Wait, Zhuo Li Na, you didn't..." The Sun King was startled.

"I burned half of my face because of the magic experiment, and I was laughed at by my colleagues who love beauty. I want to get rid of me for this little mental pollution, and I look down on me too much. In other words, Your Majesty, you are not completely control?"

  The Sun King was silent.

  Yes, out of absolute power over the dead, the Lich King has absolute dominion over all the undead under his command. On the other hand, to manage such a large undead army, Azu alone is alone. Unless he can do 10,000 things at the same time like a supercomputer, he can only control the spirit of the heroic undead powerhouse, and then pass These wise and strong men dominate the cannon fodder below.

  The Sun King couldn't resist, it didn't mean he didn't want to resist.

   So, in the face of the revelations from the old subordinates, the thousands of words in the Sun King's heart converged into one sentence: "You have worked hard."

"Your Majesty, let's talk about my findings first. These dreams are the same as what the pioneers described. If you can't find a flaw, you can't break through. Go to the next area of ​​the Emerald Dream. But the content of the dream that was identified as real reminds me of a rumor, Ner'zhul the Lich King was the dog of Kil'jaeden, commander of the Burning Legion..."

   This person told Ner'zhul's orc identity in the dream, and even Kil'jaeden instructed Azu to come to Azeroth to pull up the Scourge, and the ultimate goal was to summon Archimonde.

  The real body of the Lich King is a top secret to the working men below.

  99.99% of them can only sense the Lich King's extremely strong spiritual power, but only hear its name, but never see the deity.

   But who is the Sun King? The old-fashioned king who has always been extremely proud!

   After all, the first time the orcs attacked Silvermoon City, and the second time the natural disaster destroyed Silvermoon City, isn’t it the orcs who did it both times?

   How could he be convinced of Ner'zhul.

  If Ner'zhul was an invincible existence in the world, out of fear of the most powerful, maybe the Sun King would admit it.

   The point is, the so-called Lich King is nothing but a miserable slave under his command of chickens and eggs!

   To be a slave to a slave, isn't this a slave beast? Is his Sun King shameless?

   The Sun King's antipathy is growing stronger!

   "Aiqing, now is not an opportunity."

   "Your Majesty, I know, but because I'm already a [neuropathy], Ner'zhul has weakened his mental control over me, and I can do something."

   "Okay, I want you like this..."

   On this side, Lao Taizi still doesn't know that 'there is always a wicked person trying to harm me' is not a false statement. He was pushed to the brim by Ner'zhul.

  Imagination of the pervasive natural disaster attack of mercury pouring into the ground was completely blocked by Ysera.

   After a long time of trouble, he didn't even see the main lord. He was beaten by sand sculpture players using the rules in the periphery. All those who came back became fools and idiots, and inexplicably lost a large number of middle-level cadres.

   If this continues, the task will not be completed.

  Emerald Dream is an evil place, and it is also vicious.

  Crowd tactics are useless.

   Lao Taizi didn't try to throw a lot of zombies into it without much brains. First, the spirit and soul of the zombies are not very good, and secondly, the other party has masters!

In the Emerald Dream, there is a guy named Gavemepower. He stood on the snow-covered hill like this, holding a copy of his Terenas, the same style of Frostmourne, and pointed to the distance. Even the tone is imitated:

   "Our Scourge's goal is the sea of ​​stars, go, my servants!"

  Then those stupid zombies listened, and immediately rushed forward one after another to an abyss of dreams... There was actually an exit of an emerald dream.

   Turning back, Ner'zhul sensed for a long time, only to discover that the zombie souls who had thrown themselves into the Emerald Dream had all been discharged into the endless sea, becoming lonely souls. Maybe in ten years or so, they will have the opportunity to get together and grab a broken ship to be a ghost ship.

  Azu was half-dead from anger.

   was forced by Kil'jaeden again, and had no choice but to put in more heroic undead.

Ysera sensed that the Scourge had sent a large number of heroes in, and frowned on the spot, sighing at McDonald: "Thank you for your people's efforts, but these enemies are beyond your ability to deal with, and then hand it over to the Green Dragon Army."

   Ysera's words make sense.

   Watching the same movie in a movie theater, watching it in high-definition resolution, or watching it in pixel wind conditions, is a completely different look.

  Master is more difficult to deal with than other professionals because they have better brains.

   Ordinary dreams are enough to make 99% of guys feel immersed, but it is difficult for mages, especially hero-level mages. Just the brains that control the compound magic circle at the same time are much stronger than other heroes.

   At this moment, McDonald gently took Ysera's hand.

Ysera's brows furrowed deeper: "Excuse me to be blunt. This is the Emerald Dream, and it is impossible for me to give the high authority you gave when you dealt with Ner'zhul last time. With the limited power of dreams, your dreams Even if the trap is successful, it is difficult to cause anti-pollution to the enemy's spirit."

  McDonald smiled: "So, Her Majesty, you don't understand people's hearts!"

   Ysera: "Huh?"

   "It doesn't have to be a nightmare to make the other party collapse."

Opposite   , heroes such as the Sun King, Kel'Thuzad, and Zu'jin have already fallen into a dream.

   As MacDonald and the elite operators have deduced, ordinary dreams cannot trap them.

   For example, some players have painstakingly compiled the new versions of "Monster Street", "Death is Coming" and other dreams, which really don't work well.

  Different from the earth, where the supernatural is not public, in Azeroth, ghosts are visible to the naked eye, not to mention the Scourge itself is a forbidden undead. What could scare Ner'zhul at the beginning could not scare the Sun King and the others.

   Soon, the Sun King and other bigwigs broke into the third floor in one breath, which is also the last defense area guarded by the players.

  To their surprise, they found that a bunch of their own heroes were gathered together in twos and threes.

   Even in a dream-like world, they still have codes to confirm each other's situation.

   After a few clicks, the Sun King found out that he was there.

   Blood Queen Lanna Thrall, and three princes of the Blood Council, Teldaran, Valanar, and Keresis.

   They were royal relatives and diehard royalists of the Sunstrider Royal Family, and died along with the Sun King.

   Gathering together now can be described as a great increase in confidence.

  The Sun King frowned: "Put us together so easily. I'm afraid the enemy's plans are very big."

"Hehehe! No, no!" A clear voice came, and then a white-haired and white-silk human girl flew into the air, a pair of white silk long legs dangling, she smiled sweetly: "I am your strategy The instructor [Dawn Covenant] is here to guide you through the level."

   "What level?" The Sun King asked rhetorically.

   "[Zu'Aman]!" The player smiled even sweeter.

   (end of this chapter)