Kill me in an emotional nightmare?-[710]
(Additional update for "Sassy XD" brothers [7/10])
"Beware of dreams?"
Lothar, who had just entered the city, frowned. He looked at Colonel Blackmoore beside him and said:
"What does this mean?"
"I don't know, Marshal, but from what I've observed, the situation has been very stable these past few days."
The werewolf colonel shrugged and whispered while escorting the marshal into Durnholde Keep, which was taken down by it three days ago:
"In order to ensure that we are not attacked by surprise, I also specially adjusted the resting rhythm of Warrior to ensure that at least half of the people in the city are awake at all times."
"You did a great job and demonstrated the qualities of an excellent commander."
Lothar nodded and looked at Durnholde Keep, which still had traces of the battle but had been tidied up by the werewolf colonel. This Lordaeron fortress had become the garrison and front line of his army in Hillsbrad Foothills. From the city wall here, Tarren Mill could be seen in the distance.
With this castle and Southshore already occupied, Tarren Mill became Dragonborn's last large local stronghold.
But that city is very difficult to fight.
Behind it is the towering Alterac Mountains. With a large number of Dragonborn currently stationed at the Alterac Kingdom, Tarren Mill can get enough assistance. Once Lothar prepares to attack that city, Hillsbrad Foothills will break out into a brutal meat grinder-style battle.
But fortunately, Lothar will not choose this direction to attack.
The terrain of the Alterac Mountains is too dangerous. As long as Dragonborn guards a few passes, it can block the way forward for the army. In the official history, Old Horde, who suffered all the way, was also blocked here. If King Perenolde had not chosen to surrender, Old Horde would not have been able to attack Lordaron Kingdom.
Now the same choice is before Lothar. The marshal had already decided to take another path on the way here.
Vigilant has won the goodwill of the Gilneas werewolf for himself. He can completely break into the Tirisfal area from Silverpine Forest all the way north. Although that road is full of fortresses and defense lines, it is still easier than fighting Dragonborn with the terrain advantage in the Alterac Mountains.
What's more important is time!
Lothar We must ensure that this civil war ends as quickly as possible.
However, in order to contain the enemy here, the marshal still had to conduct a cover operation at Hillsbrad Foothills.
"General Danath·Thorbeinn is about to arrive at Durnholde Keep. General Windsor is his adjutant. You and your Stonewall Brigade will also be transferred to fight under Danath.
Dalaran will move to the vicinity of Durnholde at midnight today, and Antonidas Grand Magus and his casters will provide you with various supports."
In the headquarters of the castle, Lothar said to the werewolf colonel:
"You are going to attack Tarren Mill."
"Not enough troops!"
Colonel Blackmoore immediately shook his head and said:
"Ravenholdt The assassins have sent us the Dragonborn information of the Alterac Mountains. With all due respect, Marshal, if you want to choose this way to break through, then you have to invest the entire Seventh Legion and Army of the Light, and you may not be able to penetrate it.
Alterac Kingdom's terrain is too dangerous.
That country is in a bitter cold land and does not have many resources. The reason why it has been able to survive the attacks of surrounding countries until now is because of its dangerous terrain."
"Yes, I know we can't fight, but you still have to fight."
Lothar waved his hand.
He did not go further, but the colonel already understood that this was a military operation to contain the enemy, and the marshal's real direction of attack was not here.
Blackmoore is a veteran. It didn't ask any more questions and just gave a military salute to indicate that it would complete the war mission.
"If necessary, you can evacuate to Aerie Peak."
Lothar reminded:
"We must make full use of Durnholde Keep's terrain advantage and drag Dragonborn's main force here! It will take me twenty days, or at least half a month."
"We will complete the mission!"
The colonel nodded and then asked:
"Are you going to Southshore next?"
"Well, I'll wait for our "friend" there."
Lothar smiled and said:
"After they get involved, Northern Borderlands's situation will no longer have any recurrence. However, since our assassin friends have reminded us to be careful about dreams, just arranging rest time is not enough.
I noticed that there is an abandoned church in the castle and I made use of it, Blackmoore.
Let the Priest followers preach there, and let the flame of Holy Light be ignited here. I firmly believe that those shadows cannot extinguish this flame, and the holy statue of Goldrinn can also be placed in the castle.
Our "friends" will feel comfortable because of it."
"Werewolf?"
Blackmoore had such a guess in his mind, and then he confirmed it. It seemed that Marshal Lothar was not just resting in Stromgarde these days. He used diplomatic means to win over Gilneas's werewolf hunting group.
No wonder the marshal is so confident.
With the help of werewolves, Silverpine Forest's daunting multiple lines of defense are no longer insurmountable.
The werewolf colonel took another look at the military map. It was impossible to maintain a confrontation in the Quel'Thalas direction. Perhaps a few days later, the Sun King army would also attack the Stratholme area.
Then the war will begin on the three fronts!
Moreover, the results of each front will have a fatal impact on the Lordaron Kingdom. King Terenas cannot give up any front, which means that he has to send out every Dragonborn in his hand.
However, where did he get more military power to guard Tirisfal Glades?
The encirclement has taken place, how wonderful!
The marshal is worthy of being the strategic master of the human camp. Being able to command one's own troops well is nothing. Only those who know how to make the enemy "cooperate" with one's strategy are the true commander-in-chief.
I am far behind in this aspect, and I still have to learn more from the Marshal.
With such a mood, Blackmoore followed Lothar to check the camp and defenses, and finally went to the injured camp. In the evening, it watched Marshal Lothar go to Southshore under the escort of Iron Horse Knights.
When he thought about the imminent attack on Tarren Mill, the colonel stopped resting and prepared to stay up all night to integrate the resources at hand in order to leave a good impression on General Danath when he came over.
It has to be said that any enterprising werewolf can voluntarily become a poodle without being urged by others.
But it was this plan to stay up all night that allowed the colonel to avoid a quietly approaching danger.
When it heard the noise outside the door, Blackmoore realized something was wrong, grabbed the sword next to it and rushed out, only to see its guards falling down one by one.
They were not attacked, but they snored slightly after falling to the ground.
It was like an invisible wind of lethargy coming from the darkness, making the colonel's scalp numb for a moment.
Beware of dreams!
The reminder from the Ravenholdt assassin made it immediately realize what to do now. It was like being chased by an invisible sneaky hand, causing the werewolf to burst into speed. He broke through the door at the end of the corridor in three or two steps, jumped down from the height of the castle, pierced the rock with his claws to slow down, and then rolled to the ground.
When it raised its head in the dark night, it could clearly see that a gray-black "wind" had enveloped its headquarters and was spreading to the entire castle.
It must be some evil trick of Lordaeron Dragonborn!
Blackmoore rushed into the military camp and rang the alarm bell with his own hands. The harsh sound of the bell made those Warrior who had just fallen asleep jump up. After leaving the military camp under the scolding of their respective commanders, they heard the werewolf colonel roaring there:
"Where is Priest? Where is Priest! Quick! Light the holy flame. Also, didn't you all learn that strange "Wall of Heart" spell from Stromgarde and Lightforged?
Use it quickly.
The monsters in the nightmare are hunting our Warrior, we cannot let them succeed."
"Colonel!"
The dwarf's loud voice sounded from the city wall, and he shouted with a hint of panic:
"Tarren Mill's Dragonborn knights are out of the city! Their target is our side, damn it! Those bastards are going to take advantage of the chaos to attack the city."
"Bah, they think beautifully."
Blackmoore roared:
"Priest people hold up the spiritual defense, and others go up to the city wall! They can't take back the castle that I risked my life to take back so easily."
At the same time, Southshore.
Lothar, who had just laid down on the camp bed and took a nap, suddenly opened his eyes. The Heart of Azeroth on his chest was burning, like a flint that woke him up.
The marshal jumped up, grabbed his sword and rushed into the house next to him. He slapped Daenerys on the face but was unable to wake her up.
White Pawn was dragged into a dream like his other guards. When Lothar rushed out of his room, the whole Southshore was as quiet as Death Ground.
When I looked back at the sea behind me, everything I saw was a strange gray-black mist.
Did this damn thing come from the sea?
So Southshore is the first to bear the brunt, what a bad luck.
Lothar complained, but he was not very afraid. While calling out his ancestors' guards, he called his "companions" with Heart of Azeroth.
After listening to Lothar's description, Khadgar, who was still at Stromgarde, immediately reminded:
"It sounds like some kind of nightmare spell. It is said that the leader of the Nagas, Xavius, is nicknamed "Nightmare King", refer to the sea area attached to the Lordaron Kingdom Naga is everywhere, we can be sure that the "King of Naga" Xavius is also the "evil partner" of the Dragonborns."
"Khadgar"
Standing alone in Southshore, surrounded by nightmares, Lothar said helplessly:
"I'm not telling you this to ask you to analyze it for me. Come and help! This is obviously coming for me. They want to behead me."
"I was already trying to open the portal, but the bad news is that they were obviously well prepared. Teleportation Spell was seriously disturbed. In order to prevent me from becoming the next person who needs to be rescued, I decided to fly over more safely."
Khadgar said:
"Don't worry, Rhonin is closer to you. Also, are you really sure you are awake now?
Is it possible that you have also been dragged into a dream, just because Heart of Azeroth's protection prevented you from falling into Xavius's nightmare?
Do you still remember the tall tower Shadow Council was in Elwynn Forest?
The dreams there are "layered", and I suspect that Xavius also used the same method."
"How should I judge this? I am not a spell caster."
Lothar frowned and asked.
Khadgar was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Give yourself a try with the sword! If it's a dream, you will definitely wake up because of this behavior. Give it a try."
Lothar looked at the Heart of Azeroth in his hand speechlessly, then he sighed, threw the thing on the ground and crushed it to pieces.
When Heart of Azeroth was trampled to pieces, the marshal confirmed that he had indeed fallen into a dream, but when Xavius was lying to people, could he have some snacks?
Would anyone really listen to such stupid lies?
At the same time, in White Pawn's dream.
"You lied to me!"
Varian threw away the dagger in his hand, covered his waist and abdomen where blood was flowing, and looked at "Daenerys" with his hands on his hips and laughing wildly in front of him with a pale face.
The latter laughed forward and backward, and finally pierced the body with his claws under White Pawn's gaze, and then tore off the "skin" in a horrifying gesture, revealing the ferocious and ugly face of the Satyr demon.
"You humans are so funny."
The Satyr moved its sharp claws and swung its tail burning with dark flames. Against the backdrop of its furry neck, it said with a ferocious smile to White Pawn:
"If I had known you were so easy to deceive, I should have tricked you into sending your soul to my Lord just now. Don't worry, Nightmare King is not here. It's not my Lord's turn to do it himself for you little characters.
I'm not afraid to tell you either.
No matter how miserable you are in the nightmare, you will never die. However, when your soul is overwhelmed, your heart stopping is just the result of a suggestion.
What's more, I don't think those Nagas washing up on the shore will show mercy to little guys like you.
Nagas are all crazy! Don't play with them.
Of course.
The same goes for Satyr like me."
The Satyr demon swung its sharp claws to grab at Varian, but White Pawn deftly turned over and dodged. He covered his waist and abdomen where he had been stabbed, and rushed into the complex dream maze behind him.
Satyr, who is chasing him, is not in a hurry either.
It took them a long time and paid a lot of money to drag the entire Silverpine Forest and nearby areas into a nightmare. It would be a shame not to hunt them down for their previous hard work.
Moreover, Nightmare King has been hiding in the shadows of the world for so many years, and finally showed up in a high-profile manner. How can he satisfy the evil mind of Master Xavius without pretending to be cool?
Hey, humans, next is "hunting time"!
"Poof"
Diakum turned 720 degrees on the spot in the air, and completed the performance of being knocked flying with an extremely difficult "volley and blood spurting" action.
He fell to the ground in a panic, and the claw marks on his chest seemed to have some kind of special effect, making Vigilant unable to get up for a long time.
No matter how powerful the outside world is, it is all "fake". In this nightmare place woven and constructed by Nightmare King, everything seems to obey its will.
Dick lay on the ground, silently feeling the weakness that he had not felt for a long, long time.
The last time someone was knocked away so easily was in Oronaar City's Great Lecture Hall, right? Well, more than 20,000 years have passed in such a flash. Time flies like an arrow.
"Ahem"
He coughed a few times, clutched his chest and got up.
The six-meter-tall body has also been "compressed" to the level of an ordinary Draenei, making Diakum really feel like "dreaming back to Novice Village".
He even began to think, could it be that he was actually still sleeping soundly in the Arcane Academy, and that everything he had experienced so far was just a dream?
But since you already think so, why not be more outrageous?
Maybe I am still lying in the house I bought after emptying my wallet and taking on loans for twenty years. All this is just a midsummer night's dream when I am comfortable and blowing the air conditioner.
"Do you want me to think like this? Xavius, you want me to become weak as you think, so that you can take advantage of me and manipulate Vigilant's body and strength through some evil means.
Maybe you are planning some ridiculous tricks to turn me into a Void Vanguard to please Sea of Darkness who actually doesn't like you that much."
Diakum wiped the corners of his mouth, raised his head and looked at the ever-changing gray-black fog around him.
Just like a living creature, the mist is constantly changing to create the "classic face" of Xavius, which is as ferocious as a hanged ghost.
Nightmare King is Satyr Progenitor. It naturally has the ugliest and most ferocious face among all Satyr, as well as a weird snake-shaped lower body, so that it can show its outstanding resume as a "house slave with three surnames".
Facing Diakum's words, Xavius's abstract face shaped in the black and gray fog twisted and roared:
"You have fallen into a desperate situation! Diakum Zastinss, you can claim that you are confident, but the moment you are swallowed into the nightmare, you have no wings to fly.
In this nightmare world that belongs to me, I am your Overmind, I am your judge, and I am your the Jailer!
I have an eternity to control you, drain away your courage, strip away your faith, and defeat your will. In the end, you will fall at my feet and become Hands of Destruction of Nightmare King."
"Are you worthy?!"
Dick said with a smile:
"What Polluter, Old God, Void Lord and even Dark Titan have not been able to do, are you worthy of a slave with three surnames who betrayed Arcane and Fel and finally fell into the embrace of the void? How dare you think about it.
Let me guess, in order to drag an individual like me into the nightmare you weaved, you and your friends must have spent a lot of thought and effort.
The price is necessary, and the sacrifice is also necessary.
I guess that the black blood dug out from the ground by the Goblin miners of Rustwater Syndicate in the past few months has been sent to Silverpine Forest, and buried under the earth as one pollution node after another, supporting this nightmare world with an astonishing area.
I guess that Xal'atath, as your assistant, presided over the entire ceremony for you, so that the nightmare could spread to such a large area in a short period of time.
I guess that your master N'Zoth also opened up part of the reflection of N'yalotha·Slumbering City, weaving for you this nightmare territory that is enough to trap me.
It's really a painstaking effort, but it's a pity that they chose the wrong executor."
Vigilant snorted and said:
"If N'Zoth can be "brave" and come here in person, what you just claimed may become true. After all, how can I, Holy Light Walker, know the secrets of nightmares?
This is indeed an area of the path that I am unfamiliar with."
"Hmph, keep bragging! I want to see how you escape from me, a "house slave with three surnames"."
Xavius waved its claws, and the black and gray mist swept over and trapped Diakum into the air. Then the black Thunder jumped and fell.
Diakum, who was transformed into an ordinary person in the nightmare world, was unable to resist. The continuous shadow lightning strikes caused his skin to become scorched, which was quite miserable.
"This is a cage for you! It's enough to trap a god!"
The Nightmare King screamed:
"Supreme Star Soul can't help you. He himself is lost in Thousand Tentacle Demon's dream of void. You're finished!"
"Ahem"
Dick coughed and spit out a black blood clot from his mouth.
He shook his head weakly and thought to himself:
"It can block my Void Authority because it is Void Demigod. It can block Holy Light from infiltrating because it understands Holy Light. It understands how these two forces operate, so it can isolate them.
But people can't imagine things they haven't seen out of thin air, and the same goes for Satyr Progenitor!
It just so happens that I have a skill that it has never seen before. Its owner may have seen it, but N'Zoth doesn't know how to isolate it."
"Tell me, Xavius, how many people have you dragged into the nightmare this time? What hateful sadistic methods did your ridiculously weak minions create to defeat them?
Do you know how much despair, anger, hatred, rage, fear and doubt this kind of pain and suffering can breed?
You torment me like you already have victory.
You're so proud, boy!"
Dick said softly, and in this moment, his weakness seemed to be healed, as if the previous weakness was just a dream, and he seemed to have regained his strength, at least part of it.
Xavius did not respond to the sarcasm.
It didn't bother to answer.
It felt that some "strange" things were growing rapidly in its nightmare world. They appeared in every layer of nightmares, grew in every scream, and roared in every mass of pain.
They came so quickly, as if they were the masters of this nightmare land, and he and his Satyr servants were like outsiders.
"Even among Old God, your master is the weakest. It helped you create an octagonal cage, but unfortunately you accidentally locked yourself in. Maybe this was Xal'atath's original idea.
That guy really tried his best to make me take off this mask, but as I said, you were assigned to carry out such an important task.
Who are you looking down on?"
Diakum broke free from the restraints, and seven-colored evil energy burst out from everywhere in his "weak" body.
In the background of Qisha's weird roar or laughter, Diakum released Sha Power on such a large scale for the first time without reservation.
He landed on the ground surrounded by seven-colored smoke, half-kneeling and stroking the soil of this nightmare land. He grabbed a piece of soil and stood up, then released his fingers and let the soil slip from his fingertips.
"Xavius boy, you have done a great job in this nightmare land and it belongs to me!"
As the nightmare sand slipped from Diakum's fingertips, countless Satyr's screams were woven into the "BGM" of the fierce fight at this moment. Nightmare King stared in shock as he clearly knocked down Vigilant, but the opponent "resurrected with full health" as if nothing was wrong and had already started jumping around to "warm up".
Just like a contestant in Jed'hin Tournament, he said:
"I hope you didn't send all the Satyrs under your command, because I have no intention of letting any bad ones escape, oh, by the way. Queen Azshara appointed me as her "Court Advisor". I heard that this position belonged to you before?
Great.
Come on, let's do a little 'peer exchange'."