"This place is much wider than we imagined."
When everyone followed Marshal Lothar and Ash Knight into the dream controlled by Green Skins Warlock, Warlord Margok sighed because what appeared in front of them was not a lonely tower, but a whole magnificent valley.
Tower of Azora, who was dragged into the dreamland, is located on the top of the mountain in this dreamland, and the road leading there is covered with Green Skins Warlock, Undead knights and even powerful demons, as well as the nightmare creatures that are constantly escaping from the fragments torn from Emerald Dream.
Those dark, weird things will jump out from anywhere and attack.
For humans and High Elf, "dream" is an unfamiliar concept, but some Grand Maguss have also heard similar rumors, saying that dreams are reflections of the real world and are broader than the real world.
There is a complete ecological cycle in Emerald Dream, and some dangerous and mysterious creatures will be born. Unfortunately, only those allowed lives can set foot in the dream, such as Druid of all races, such as the green dragon of Emerald Dragonflight, and some lives that are born to be loved.
Today is the first time for most of these ambitious guys to set foot in Dreamland. This place is completely different from what they imagined.
But the war has already begun here!
Marshal Lothar and his Ash Knight are confronting a large group of powerful Death Knight. There are magic dragons and bone dragons in the sky trying to attack them, but they are blocked by five friendly dragons with different colors and strange shapes.
These five dragons are very powerful, and they cooperate so well that they can almost overwhelm the enemy dragons that are three times their number in the battle. This allows the casters who come to "assassinate" Zuluhed to temporarily not worry about threats from the sky.
"Hurry up!"
Lothar is extremely tough.
The human marshal held a roaring Emperor's Sword and chopped down a Death Knight, and called Holy Light to burn and purify it. While Holy Light was flying, the marshal turned around and shouted to the casters behind him:
"This dream is controlled by the Warlocks of Shadow Council. They are trying to drive us out! There is not much time left for you, I will stay here to help you block Undead!
Go up!
Use the fastest time to defeat that Mage Tower, defeat it, and Elwynn Forest will be liberated today!
But be careful, there may be more than one Lich there."
"Don't hesitate, guys, we're all here, there's no chance to retreat."
The noisy dwarf Grand Magus Millhouse Manastorm was the first to respond. This little guy had amazing courage. He activated the Dragon Eye Trinket in his hand, swung the Dragon Bone Staff forward with a roar, and smashed down a group of meteorites that violently opened the way to the tower on the mountain.
Under his leadership, those Wild Mages who had no way out but had strength also rushed forward.
But several well-established teams did not move.
"I said, this Master Millhouse, I felt something was wrong with him a few days ago."
Rhonin in the Kael'thas team whispered to Khadgar:
"He has been very active in recruiting heroes from all walks of life, saying that he must win Guardian's Holy Staff, but I think he has no wisdom and only brute strength, and it doesn't seem like he has a complete plan. It is refreshing to just attack and charge like this, but in this dream controlled by Shadow Council, we can't get any magic power.
If you charge too hard in the front, you will lose energy in the back."
"He has a "mission"."
Khadgar said nothing, but Garona, hiding in his shadow, sarcastically said in a low voice:
"This little guy was assigned by Council of Six of Dalaran to come and cause trouble. The purpose is to interfere with the rhythm of other contestants and create more opportunities for Prince Kael'thas.
When he was summoned to accept the task, I was hiding nearby and eavesdropping.
As expected of Dalaran!
The inheritance of more than two thousand years is really worth it, and he is very good at doing such bad things. But that Millhouse just deceived Wild Mage, who has no future, do you think who of the rest of the people will be deceived by him?"
Rhonin nodded.
Although he felt in his heart that this method was a bit underhanded, considering the significance of Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter to Dalaran and mankind, it was normal and understandable for Council of Six to make some small moves.
He glanced back.
In addition to Prince Kael'thas's team, Wizard Head Mar'gok's team did not move either. They only sent the powerful One-Eyed Ogre to help deal with the soldiers blocking the road. Besides these two teams, there were several small teams.
Rhonin can recognize one of the arcane factions belonging to Dalaran. It is not normal for a place where mages gather together to not have some small factions.
But judging from their appearance, they are probably sent by Council of Six to support Prince Kael'thas, just like Millhouse.
"I've never seen those two teams before."
Rhonin said in surprise:
"There are very few people, but they look very impressive. They are no ordinary adventurers."
"It's a dragon."
The ranger leader Vereesa·Windrunner in the team whispered:
"They all brought Disguise Brooch. The blue-haired girl among them went shopping with me before. She is quite nice. Her name is "Little Star". The dragons must be here for the evil artifact that can control them. Don't worry about it."
"What about the other group?"
Rhonin asked with a tone of asking for advice:
"There's no way the other wave could be a giant dragon, right?"
"It's Highborne!"
Vereesa showed a disgusted expression and said:
"No one knows why they came here, but they came anyway. They are all elite tutors and grade directors of the Nathrezim Academy. Their strength should not be underestimated, but I don't think they are here for the Holy Rod.
Highborne has a lot of good things in his hands, and they are not short of that staff."
"Okay, everyone, let's go."
Prince Kael'thas, who completed a brief exchange with Warlord Margok, returned to his team. He was handsome and powerful and said seriously:
"We are responsible for clearing the first fortress leading to the top of the mountain. There is a Lich and a bone dragon sitting there. That Lich was the previous owner of Tower of Azora. We have the responsibility to send Theocritus Grand Magus to find peace.
Warlord Margok will go to the second fortress and deal with Greater Demon and Warlock of Shadow Council there.
When the time comes, the two sides will meet under Tower of Azora and enter Mage Tower together. Zuluhed holding Dragon Soul and Uthales the Shadow Scythe is very powerful. We are going to directly challenge a Dragon King.
This cannot be accomplished by a single team, it must be done through the combined efforts of everyone.
The plan has been made, let's act!"
The prince turned around, waved his staff and summoned the fire that turned into Phoenix's neighing. His Phoenix demon pet "Ao", which is famous in the Azeroth casting circle, flew high into the dreamland with bright flames and spewed fire to the ground to clear the way for everyone.
This magical life made the mages disguised as dragons sigh with emotion, and the faculty and staff from the Nar'thalas Academy were even whispering.
"Prince Kael'thas's further education course hasn't ended yet? He will be Outstanding Graduate after graduation."
"Kael'thas is taught by the dean himself. Although he is talented and intelligent, I think it will be difficult for him to graduate within ten years. The main reason is that the dean thinks that Kael'thas is not skilled enough in controlling Phoenixflame."
"No! I heard the dean say last time that she specially prepared a very difficult "graduation topic" for Kael'thas, which seems to be related to the legendary Creation Flame "Sulfuras Flame".
Without completing this graduation project, Kael'thas will not be able to graduate. I feel that the dean is using the "Magic Prince" standard to formulate teaching plans for Kael'thas.
Hiss, it's too difficult."
"I'm a genius. It's not your turn to complain. Come on, let's end this quickly. My academic syllabus for this month is not ready yet. I don't want to be dragged by the dean to do a few more sets of papers."
By the way, that's the only purpose we came here for, right?"
"Well, release Ysera the Dreamer, who has returned to purity, so that "World's Eldest Child" can truly return to his mother's arms, in order to prove to Star Soul Lord our Highborne's repentant attitude.
Governor Toserin, Blue Moon Dean and Sandar take this matter very seriously. We must not make any mistakes.
Our goal is only Green Dragon Queen, there is no need to participate in other things.
But if you find a good candidate, remember to send out a letter of admission. The college's enrollment rate has been declining for thousands of years. The dean doesn't say it, but he is very anxious in his heart."
"Well, if the dean can "appropriately" tone down his harsh teaching style, I think it shouldn't be a problem to increase the enrollment rate. The student who has been repeated the longest in the college now has three phylacteries.
It felt so horrible to me.
However, the "foreign student" Eredar that I recruited some time ago seems to be good. The dean praised her for her great potential, and she is also very interested in the Arcane Academy's teaching methods. He has decided to accept her as his direct disciple in the name of "exchange student".
I heard that the child was so excited that he cried in the classroom."
"What's the look in your eyes? Are you crying with excitement? It's obvious that you're scared to tears, okay! She also said that the dean is "Archimonde II". Who is this Archimonde? Is he a big shot of Eredar?"
"You shouldn't have come!"
"But I'm here, father! Mr. Yu, I can't allow you to interfere so unscrupulously with the order of life and death in the kingdom. Personally, I can't allow my father to become Green Skins's war tool and remain indifferent.
So, father"
King Llane, who was standing outside the Dream Rift leading to Tower of Azora, raised the sword and shield in his hand. He stirred up his Holy Light and shouted to the Lord Death Knight who was wearing magic steel armor and holding Apocalypse Demon Sword:
"I know what you want to do, but that villain Zuluhed is dead today! Holy Light has announced his demise, and I will personally give you rest here! My Warriors will take back the land trampled by Green Skins, and we will unite to save Stormwind Kingdom.
Then, under that banner, march towards Northern Borderlands!
Arathor Empire will be rebuilt, and we will complete the second rise of the Human Empire with both hands!"
"Very good, very courageous."
King Baratheon let out a deep laugh under his battle helmet.
That doesn't mean how excited he really is, it's just a dry expression of emotion.
The cold magic blade in his hand was buzzing, urging Death Knight to rush forward and take away this living soul belonging to Holy Light.
Lightforged is loved by Holy Light Force, which means that once they are captured by Death Force, they can instantly become the powerful lords of Death Knight.
Therefore, there was no more unnecessary conversation. The war horse, which had lost its flesh and blood and turned into psychic bones, carried Lord "Pan Rock" and rushed towards Llane, where he wanted to complete the iconic "father's kindness and son's filial piety".
Outside the area where the two were fighting was the hottest battlefield. Shadow Council was already aware of the crisis, so under the orders of Zuluhed, they hid in their dreams and kept summoning demons to rain down on them in the real world.
The cracks in Fel continued to open, and the demons roared and joined the battlefield, adding a glimmer of hope of victory to the overwhelmed Green Skins.
Then, the hope of Fel was extinguished by the roar of Lightforged War Mech's heavy artillery.
The devil is coming, and Light Weaver Warband can finally legitimately intervene in the battle. Maraad takes command from the center, Yrel serves as the captain of Charge, and Lightforging's little hooves wave his holy blade and become the vanguard of breaking the formation.
The first wave of demons entered Material World and before they could gain a foothold, they were driven back into the crack by hundreds of Lightforging macho men with a "Holy Light waaaagh".
The Demon Lords were very angry about this. They roared and stepped into the battlefield, preparing to wreak death. However, what greeted them was the Radiant Holy Spirit that was suspended above the battlefield, and in the posture of "Crystal Naaru", it continuously radiated pure light and heat to the entire Elwynn Forest.
The moment they saw Vigilant, the demons were frightened and even their voices became much lower. However, Diakum had no intention of personally "bullying" these novices.
On the one hand, he felt that it was more strategically meaningful to minimize the death rate on the battlefield than to kill demons.
On the other hand, what level of devil are you?
Is it worthy to be purified by Ashbringer himself?
The Lightforgeds need to wage war against demons to maintain their morality of killing demons. Humans Warrior and soldiers of other races must also take this precious opportunity to learn how to correctly deal with the monsters from Twisting Nether.
Diakum can't do everything for them, others have to make rapid progress in an increasingly uneasy situation.
However, Vigilant accidentally saw an "interesting" guy while maintaining the sacred posture of releasing light and heat and blessing Holy Light. He noticed a human Warrior "sneakly" enjoying the fun of fighting.
That guy has a body that can be called a tall one among humans, but he uses Stormwind Kingdom protective gear and armor to cover himself tightly, for fear that others will see his face. He also holds a sword and uses Sword Saint style fighting skills to "have fun" back and forth on the battlefield.
Really having fun!
This guy doesn't obey the commander's orders at all. Basically, whenever there is a need, he rushes there, picks up his giant sword and kills the stubborn Green Skins or the ferocious demon three or two times, and then looks for the next place where help is needed to kill and eradicate the evil.
He looks brave, but in fact he fights randomly and has no rules at all.
He doesn't look like a qualified soldier at all.
And this guy always likes to roar wildly when fighting. Humans don't have this problem, but Orcss like to use war cries to boost morale when fighting.
"What did Yura and Tila Saran do? How did you get this little guy back?"
Vigilant in the air raised his eyebrows.
He obviously recognized who the guy was having fun on the battlefield, so he let out a chuckle and called a Golden Little Angel around him, asking him to send something to him.
On the battlefield below, Varian Wrynn was in a very happy mood.
He felt that it was great that Spriggans used "Prosperity Ritual" to catalyze this adult body for him!
Although he was only nine years old and was about to celebrate his tenth birthday, Evergreen Father told him that after surviving Regression Trial and receiving the blessing of life, his current body had grown to its peak at the age of twenty.
And it will remain in this state until your age catches up with your physical condition before further improvement.
This is not entirely a good thing, because being in a fixed physical state means that it is difficult for Varian's personal strength to effectively increase over a long period of time, which is equivalent to adding a "power seal", but Varian does not think this is a bad thing.
The reason is simple. According to his original growth rate, it would take at least several years for him to go on the battlefield, but now, he can already fulfill his responsibilities to the people and the kingdom as the prince of Storm City.
By the time he grows up, his father and Lothar will have finished the war long ago. He cannot just watch as he is unable to contribute to the people, let alone let his father and elders take advantage of them and take away all the fun of fighting.
I am also a man!
You have to fight too!
"Hateful Green Skins! This sword is for Stormwind who was defeated by you!"
Varian roared and waved the giant sword, and a fierce blow caused Green Skins in front of him to split up.
During this time in Draenor, he was not really just traveling around. He went to Vahalor, where he received guidance from Fireblade Blademasters. Coupled with the battle imprint Flame Blade brought to him, Varian wielded the sword Execute more stylishly.
The One Unfortunately, the Naaru crystal hanging around his neck has not been completely purified by his anger.
Vigilant told him that when this crystal is purified, he will have a supreme sharp blade.
But that's enough for now.
I don't expect to win supreme merit. Today I am the avenger of Stormwind! I just want to speak out for the people who have been bullied.
Just when Varian hacked to death the surrounding Green Skins and was eager to find the next target, he suddenly saw a golden light falling from the sky, like a meteor falling and purifying all the demons around him. The burst of light and heat startled him.
The image of a tough adult also collapsed at this moment, because he was dodging like a child playing hide and seek.
Then when the golden light dissipated, Varian was surprised to see a golden Seraphim floating in front of him. It was very small, but very delicate, just like a smaller version of Vigilant's Seraphim. Behind Golden Little Angel was an elf-style two-handed sword.
It has a peculiar double blade, one long and one short, and an exquisite hollow sword body. The gray-white blade is covered with mysterious elven runes. The hilt is also very delicately made. The red diamond-shaped gems are like the eyes of the sword.
The little angel flew around the elf sword and then made a "please" gesture.
"Is this for me?"
Varian's eyes widened.
The little angel who could only blow rainbow farts but couldn't speak normally nodded, then turned into a stream of light and flew back to Vigilant, and continued to blow rainbow farts for Radiant Holy Spirit. That was his "job".
The little prince raised his head and looked at the shining Diakum the Saint on the battlefield.
He knew that Saint had fulfilled his promise and found a peerless sword for him.
Varian was a little unconfident at this moment. He felt that he might not be worthy of this powerful-looking sword, but when he reached out to hold the sword hilt, he heard Diakum's instructions:
"Saramani" is the proud "Demon's Bane". Its edge will only bloom for the most courageous Warrior in the world. It is the most severe judge. Only when you meet the standards are you qualified to truly awaken it.
Now use it to fight, Varian Wrynn.
Your father is fighting with your grandfather. I think you should fulfill your duties as a good grandson. Go ahead and stop having fun and interfering with the battlefield command. Be careful Windsor Commodore spank you.
Go where you belong!"
"Oh, I got it!"
Varian exerted all his strength and used his own strength to pull out the Saramani sword.
As Vigilant said, this sword stared coldly and did not intend to revive him, but it was sharp enough!
Young Warrior can easily chop Green Skins Orcs's armor and bones with his Whirlwind, which makes Varian was satisfied in his heart, and after Execute killed several Green Skins, he rushed forward into the shadows, crossed the battlefield in the posture of Windwalk, and finally arrived at the place where his father and grandfather fought.
The battle between the black and white cavalry pitted Holy Light against the power of death, forming a hot and cold AOE that ordinary Warrior could not get close to.
But Varian is fearless.
When Baratheon swung his magic blade and knocked King Llane's Lionheart Heavy Shield away, he appeared from behind.
With Saramani in his hand, Mortal Strike of "Good Saint Sun" chopped down the death war horse of "Grandfather Emperor", causing Lord Death Knight to fall to the ground in a panic. Then he stood up and looked at the mysterious Warrior in front of him.
Llane was also startled, and he also looked at the helpers.
Under the gaze of his grandfather and father, Varian hesitated for a moment, reached out and took off his full-face helmet and threw it aside. He shook his long black hair and his grown-up face, and said loudly:
"I'm back! Grandpa, and father, Varian Wrynn are back! I'm here for victory, as Warrior."