The Death Knell

Entering the big tree, the communication between Su Ming and Xavius ​​was unexpectedly smooth. The former elf prime minister, now the deformed Sartre, had a very friendly attitude when facing his little black incarnation.

This big guy has a somewhat evil smile, but he is originally a villain. Of course, a warm smile will look ferocious on the face of a demon like Sartre.

Being a symbiote host is really great. When dealing with guys who believe in the ancient gods, you don't even have to prove your identity. Just letting people see tentacles growing all over your body is enough to solve all doubts.

Of course, there are some skills involved. The relationship between the ancient gods is hostile to each other. When pretending to be the envoy of N'Zoth, they can only conjure thousands of tentacles, but these tentacles cannot have eyes.

Once a tentacle has eyes, it will be considered a follower of C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed God, and it will be the enemy of N'Zoth.

"My master has sent me to help you get rid of Malfurion Stormrage."

"N'Zoth ag qam! Let the tide take him into the master's dream, let him kneel down! Wither! Corrupt! His flesh and blood will become a surging blood tide! And we will dance with joy under the shadow of the master's blessing!"

The conversation was just that simple. Su Ming pretended to be a divine envoy or something like that, and just said one sentence, and Xavius ​​had a complete orgasm.

The huge satyr laughed wildly and covered his belly. The twisted red blade-shaped horns on his body were trembling constantly, making a thin sound.

It is actually quite easy to deceive the subordinates of the Ancient God, because although those people are not completely blind and ignorant, their subordinates basically have no means of contacting their superiors.

In other words, only when N'zoth remembered, he would contact his tool men and assign them tasks to do things. Most of the time, he would still sleep in the city of Ny'alotha at the bottom of the unknown sea.

"Take me to find your enemy, Xavius, hurry up, hurry up, the master wants his flesh and blood."

In the style of a cult, Su Ming urged again.

The red light in the darkness expanded, and a large group of red twisted vines rose from the ground. It wrapped a ferocious eyeball covered with bloodshot eyes. The huge pupil was a portal, and it was also surrounded by dense flies. With.

Xavius ​​bent down and made a 'come in' gesture. He was laughing so much that he was drooling. He must have been unable to wait to kill Malfurion.

Opposite the portal is a corner of the Emerald Dream that has been corrupted. Huge red and black thorns burst out of the ground, and the grass has been infected into a coquettish red carpet. The black stream is bubbling like asphalt. Slowly flowing at the feet of the death knell.

All kinds of twisted creatures that can only be seen in nightmares can be seen here, including crazy druids, fallen tree demons and furbolgs, with deformed pieces of flesh and tentacles emerging from their bodies.

There was even a translucent green dragon not far away. The network of nightmares was like a big net, wrapping around the dragon's dream form and transforming it.

Unlike Deathstroke, who enters the dream in a physical form, the green dragon's true body should still be sleeping somewhere in Azeroth. It is unaware of its own changes. It is crawling on the red grass like a hill, breathing rapidly, and I don't know. What did you dream about?

"This is Eranikus of the Green Dragon Legion, one of Ysera's consorts. I am secretly changing it in my dream." Xavius ​​came behind Xiao Hei and explained with a smile: "It will It gradually becomes irritable and suspicious, and its fragile mind is like the fragile wings of an insect in the face of the master's power."

The man who seemed to be made of black mud smiled, showing his white teeth, and the tentacles behind him also danced wildly:

"well done."

After receiving the compliment, Xavius ​​touched the back of his black-haired hand, let out a sinister laugh, and said:

"The four giant dragons in the dream have also been secretly influenced by me. It only takes a little more time for me to kill Ysera and dedicate her green flesh to the master."

"What the master wants now is Malfurion. He wants his mind to be unable to connect. He wants him to turn into a withered skeleton and be sent to Ny'alotha by madness and death." Su Ming was very enthusiastic about his performance. He waved his fists in front of his face, looking even more fanatical than Xavius.

"I understand, I understand, my black messenger, please be patient." Xavius ​​touched the sleeping dragon affectionately with his hand, and then walked in another direction: "The reflection of the dream woodland is in this dream. Among them, Malfurion is living in the den under the tree. I will let the believers launch a wave of offensive to attract the attention of the guards. You and I will go around the battlefield to find him and drown him in his sleep. Dismembered on the Lord’s altar.”

The black shadow nodded and also let out a weird laugh: "Very good, let's do this, send the lamb to be slaughtered and make a valuable sacrifice."

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The derivatives of nightmares are like ooze monsters with legs, and their bodies are covered with red spikes. They are endless cannon fodder. As long as there are people in Azeroth who have nightmares, and as long as N'Zoth is still there, they will not will perish.

Xavius ​​was worthy of being a high-ranking official in the Elf Empire in the past. Azshara did not do any serious work every day. He was responsible for various internal affairs and military matters alone, and his skills were not bad.

After getting rid of the mind-depressing effect of the Burning Legion, he surrendered to the Ancient God. Now he is in a crazy state of consciousness. Su Ming has nothing to say about his strategic and tactical choices.

All kinds of freaks set off in a mighty manner, like a red river, with a strange red mist surrounding them, heading towards the green light in the distance.

Xavius ​​used magic to transform himself into an ordinary night elf.

Illusions, deceptions, shadows, these are all abilities given to him by the ancient gods.

Seeing his hand, Su Ming simply turned himself into a puddle of mud, leaving only his head moving on the ground, which was more in line with the evil god's tone.

The two set off like this, instead of walking with the army, they took another path in the forest.

There are various trees all over the Emerald Dream. As you move away from the nightmare's infection range, you can see the boundless forest and the various animals living in it.

Among the dense branches and leaves, squirrels and birds made different sounds. They didn't know what was happening, and they were living their little lives happily.

The Emerald Dream is endlessly vast, but the invasion site Xavius ​​chooses is not far from his destination, and he is fast.

About half an hour later, Deathstroke and the demon had already circled to the other side of the battlefield, searching for Malfurion in the chaos.

Unexpectedly, the ones currently fighting against the Nightmare Army were the young dragons of the Green Dragon Legion and other druids. Malfurion, who had a good status, was not on the front line of the battle.

"It seems that the coward is still hiding in the dark." Xavius ​​chuckled softly and clenched his paws: "Just like in the past, the rough and despicable night elf bastard is disgusting."

"Let's go underground. The dens are all connected. We just need to find a herald, maybe a bird, maybe a deer, and follow it."

Deathstroke, who turned into a puddle of mud, agreed with the devil's opinion, and then flowed towards the crypt not far away.

Wherever he passed, not even the grass was bent, as if it had no weight, let alone being noticed that someone had been there.