"But no matter who it is, it's impossible to not be affected here!" Ysera said with absolute certainty.
"I'm affected!" Duque tapped his temple and then grabbed with his fingers. His right hand, which had become translucent, grabbed and pulled out an illusory "human skin" that looked exactly like his face.
No, it wasn't human skin. It was like a three-dimensional projection of Duque's appearance.
For a moment, Ysera thought that Duque was playing with a magic mirror.
She immediately confirmed that it was also a spiritual fragment with soul material.
"I've made my spiritual sea into a layered spherical defense system. Every time a layer is contaminated by the Jade Nightmare, I'll abandon this layer of spiritual shield."
Ysera froze on the spot and then said, "But you'll still be damaged."
"Yes! As long as I stay here, I'll be constantly attacked by the entire Nightmare World. So I'm trying to find the fulcrum of this world, or rather, replace the attacker behind the scenes as the core of the source of corrosion. "
"You can find it?" Ysera was surprised.
"It's not that I can, but I've already found it. Come — "Duque turned to the left, and Ysera hurriedly followed.
Duque slowly stepped on the somewhat illusory scarlet ground, but the scenery in front of him changed ten times in a second.
Duque's left hand pressed lightly into the void, and one huge landscape after another melted like wax in front of the man and dragon, disappearing into the void.
The scene changed.
Soon, the shadow of a towering giant tree appeared in front of them.
"This is … Sarah Dashiell?" Ysera was a little stunned.
Duque raised his head slightly.
What Dashiell? It was actually the World Tree planted by a group of Night Elf Druids, one after another, one after another.
After the Battle of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, Azeroth changed dramatically, and the continent of ancient Kalimdor exploded.
The Druid survivors on the Broken Isles wanted to use the method of planting the World Tree to cure Azeroth, so they planted Sarah Dashiell in Valsala.
Before the arrival of the legion, although the Broken Archipelago was surrounded by the power of the Great Maelstrom, Sarah Dashiell had always existed on the Broken Archipelago in peace.
The Alliance had yet to conquer Surlama, let alone Sarah Dashiell, who was in the Black Heart Forest in the northwest corner of the Broken Islands.
However, in the Azeroth Spiritual Blueprint of the Emerald Dream, Sarah Dashiell was safe and sound.
At this moment, Ysera saw a dragon.
Her face turned pale, and she mumbled in a dreamy voice, "Nessandra …"
Duque was also sighing.
Nysandra used to be the protector of the World Tree, Sharadasil, in the Emerald Dream.
As a member of the Green Dragon Army, when this mysterious Corruption Nightmare engulfed Sarah Dahill in the dream, this sleeping guardian was also corroded and engulfed.
The current Nysandra was just an afterimage of the past. She was trapped in the plague and was ready to devour any fool who dared to enter her lair.
"Roar —" It was a furious roar!
The shadow of the green dragon could no longer be seen on this giant dragon.
The once beautiful green scales had now turned into a deathly pale gray substance. It looked like it could be weathered at any moment and then collapse on the spot.
Ysera pursed her lips. This made her feel very uncomfortable because this Nightmare Dragon reminded her of herself as an Ancestor Dragon …
Nysandra felt the presence of a threat. She spat out dirty saliva as soon as she appeared.
Although she wanted to define it as dragon breath, it was too disgusting.
The green, sticky liquid was mixed with a large number of large and small insect limbs. It smelled worse than the rancid water that pigs ate.
This was also a type of corrosive spit.
Duque reached out his hand and a translucent purple-blue arcane wall immediately appeared above their heads.
He pointed his finger forward and a Hand of Magic the size of a tank appeared out of thin air. With a push, the arcane wall immediately moved forward.
The swooping rotting breath was like a baseball that was hit back in the air. There was a clatter in the air and it bounced back at an even faster speed.
Nysandra had no time to dodge and was directly hit by her own rotting breath.
This made her, who no longer had much rationality left, a little dazed.
As a standing beginner boss, Nysandra's special skills were really nothing special.
If it was a country bumpkin at the time of the Burning Crusade, perhaps her rotting breath would cause enough confusion for a mortal hero.
But that was all.
"Duque, don't torture her. Let her rest in peace, even if this is already her afterimage … "Ysera pleaded.
"Okay." Duque raised his finger and more arcane walls appeared around Nysandra.
This was to prevent her from spitting out and launching corrosive attacks.
"Roar —" Nysandra bared her fangs and claws, trying to use the rhinoceros-like horn on her dragon head to break through the arcane walls.
Unfortunately, Duque turned his wrist and immediately an arcane rope of light that was at least three people wide appeared around her. It wrapped around her two hind legs in an instant.
"Bang!" Accompanied by a loud noise, she fell to the ground awkwardly.
She let out a bestial scream. At this time, countless green beetles the size of three-wheeled motorcycles began to crawl out from the ground in all directions. They let out rustling sounds and surged towards Duque and Ysera like a tidal wave.
Duque snapped his fingers!
An ice storm immediately rose.
There was a series of continuous "Ping Ping Pang Pang" sounds similar to glass shattering. Looking diagonally above their heads, they saw countless snow-white chunks of ice being flung away.
Hundreds and thousands of large beetles were instantly turned into ice sculptures. Then, even more ice elements covered them, turning them into ice cubes.
In the end, they were crushed into ice in mid-air by the ice storm.
With Duque and Ysera in the center, it was like a crystal rain in a diameter of 30 meters. Countless ice crystals that were the limbs of the beetles fell down and formed a layer of ice and snow on the ground.
At this time, Ysera was shocked to find that Nysandra had stopped moving.
The huge dragon body had turned into a huge ice sculpture.
It seemed that only in this state could Ysera find the beautiful shadow of his former subordinate in the past.
"Crack!" The ice sculpture shattered.
The huge dragon made of ice completely exploded into tens of thousands of irregular pieces of different sizes.
"It's over?" Ysera was still in disbelief.
"Yes. No pain. "
This was not a battle of the same level. There was nothing to brag about in itself.
However, after the ice sculpture shattered, a bright orange light attracted Duque's attention.
"This is …"
In Azeroth, orange only represented one type of equipment — Artifact.
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