"Magni! I have an important mission for you. " With that, Duque handed the Tear of Elune to Magni Bronzebeard, who was glowing with a blinding diamond light. "I'm going to the Emerald Dream. During this time, keep it safe for me. The Tear of Elune, one of the Pillars of Creation, cannot be lost. "
Magni stretched out his hand and took the artifact. As soon as he closed his sparkling diamond palm, everyone could see that his diamond arm had become almost transparent. The red solid artifact teardrop had actually passed through his arm and reached his heart.
The big shots were dumbfounded.
Magni's gaze swept across everyone. "I'm sorry! I'm just a demigod of the Earth. I'm not like a certain demigod of the Elements and a certain goddess of the wind, who can still act like humans even after stepping into the divine realm. "
Everyone burst into laughter.
Queen Sylvanas connected telepathically. "Duque …"
"I know." Duque, of course, knew that there must be a reason behind this anomaly. If it was just a routine attack, Duque wouldn't be afraid at all. However, this inexplicable attack was a bit of a headache.
The history of Azeroth had long been riddled with holes by Duque.
Some events, rather than fate, were more like the same choices that a certain leader with a fixed personality would definitely make at a fixed point in time.
However, many events had already become untraceable.
For example, Onyxia should have been dead long ago. She would at most turn into a zombie once before completely disappearing from the stage of history. Who knew that she would still be fighting in the Void Battlefield with the title of a Dragon Aspect?
Another example would be William. Hmm, at this point in time, William should be dead as well. However, with Duque's command, William had directly escaped death at the Shattered Beach. He was still the core and soul of the Alliance.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be a card like King of Nightmares, Savis.
This was different from Enzos's previous strategy. It was equivalent to a direct attack now.
If it was in the game, Emerald Nightmare would only be a transitional dungeon.
Those who needed to beat people up and those who needed to push the Boss pushed the Boss. Apart from countless players cursing the Glass Scum for killing our beautiful Ysera, the Jade Nightmare was no different from other group dungeons.
The Azeroth in the real world had a completely different significance to the Emerald Dream.
The Emerald Dream was originally the blueprint of the Azeroth created by the Titans, but now, under the stimulation of the mysterious power of the Unknown Origin, the spreading corruption was now gushing out. If it could not be stopped at its source, the entire Azeroth would be surrounded by it.
Duque knew very well what would happen if the Emerald Dream turned into an Emerald Nightmare. When the nightmare expanded infinitely, all the mortals in Azeroth would be trapped by it. They would pass out on the floor and have nightmares.
What would happen if the Burning Legion's invasion was like a raging fire, and all the Alliance soldiers of the Resistance Legion fell asleep from nightmares at the same time?
Team wipe!
Big Brother!
Needless to say, only by defeating the one who was the source of the corruption in the Emerald Dream would they be able to see the pure Emerald Dream again.
If the other Alliance powerhouses went, they would have to work twice as hard for half the results.
Their background meant that they had limited knowledge.
When it came to knowledge, no one could compare to a transmigrator from the Great Celestial Empire.
Duke had arranged the work on the frontline. After handing over most of the task of remotely controlling the Void Fortress above the atmosphere to Cadgar and the other Elemental Emissaries, he directly lay down in his bedroom in Naxxramas's commander's mansion.
He ordered his handmaidens, Vanessa and Solarian, "I'll probably have nightmares and scream. As long as I don't wantonly attack the surrounding Alliance leaders, don't worry even if I tear down the Commander's Mansion. "
"Uh …" Vanessa was a little troubled.
"Then, when I sleep, don't let anything near me, not even my wives. Because in terms of power, the spirit can actually be unified with the material. When the spirit is completely materialized, the enemy can also become someone by my side, with her voice and smile, "Duque emphasized, even though he thought that he might be thinking too much.
It was better to be safe than sorry!
Ever since he had transmigrated, he had persevered for so many years, and he was just one step away.
No matter what, he could not fail at this time of the army's return.
Duque arranged everything, laid down comfortably, and called out softly, "Ysera!"
Almost in the next moment, he felt as if his spirit had encountered a black hole, and a great suction force came from the illusion, about to pull his soul out of his divine body.
Of course, if Duque wanted to resist, the other party would definitely not succeed.
A demigod against a demigod would at most be a distraction.
After verifying that it was Ysera himself and that he was not corroded, Duque let go of his spirit, allowing Ysera to pull his soul.
In the blink of an eye, Duque found himself in a strange, blurry, and terrifying world.
The sky was red, but it was covered in a thick layer of dust.
Countless buildings in the distance, as well as the huge land below, were lifted into the air by huge vines.
Once upon a time, the Emerald Dream was a vibrant green. Even though there were all kinds of unreal illusions, it was always filled with a beautiful feeling. It was as if as long as he closed his eyes, he could sit in all kinds of beautiful dreams and soar in an absolutely perfect world.
Now, all that came to his nose was a rotten smell, like a piece of fat pork that was bought and thrown in a corner for a week, emitting the kind of rotten smell that cockroaches and mice loved.
"Ugh!" It was just a feeling, but Duque felt like retching.
"Duque, you promised me five minutes." Ysera's soft voice came. Duque turned around, embarrassed, and then got a shock.
Old friends.
Whether it was her dragon form or her Night Elf form. Ysera always gave people a feeling of elegance and beauty. But the Ysera that appeared in front of Duque was extremely weak.
The Ysera in her Night Elf form couldn't even stand steadily. Half of her body was leaning on a withered blood-red vine.
Night Elves always dressed boldly. Most female elves liked to not wear armor between their breastplate and belt, because it made it lighter and allowed their skin to feel the power of the Moon Goddess.
But the Ysera at this moment, the right side of her exposed waist was like a tattoo of the worst kind. It was like using the worst heavy metal paint to pierce into the dermis, leaving a color of corrosion on it.
"Damn, why didn't you call me earlier."
"I did … I thought of you the moment I got hit. This is … hmm, about eight minutes in the real world. "Ysera smiled bitterly. But that smile was uglier than crying.
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