Earlier, Patrick had already seen projections of the real world in the Emerald Dream. Likewise, the green mist unique to the Emerald Dream had appeared in the real world, and Satyrs and nightmare minions were emerging from it to attack the real world.
By now, almost everyone knew about the Nightmare invasion. None of them were blind; everyone could see the demons continually emerging from the green mist.
King Varian led an army that shrank from advancing, struggling to hold on. Although the Alliance had always fought bravely and skillfully, the Satyrs and demons concealed in the mist seemed impossible to wipe out. Their endless numbers had severely lowered the morale of Varian's troops. Meanwhile, another Archdruid, Hamul Runetotem, was doing everything he could to urge the troops onward, fighting through bloodshed and striving with all his might to stop the almost unstoppable nightmare army...
Thrall was frantically gathering elemental power, doing his best to calm the elements' turmoil and prevent the world from suffering even greater harm. Even the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza felt powerless, but she still struggled to hold on. They absolutely could not afford to lose this portal linking the real world and the Emerald Dream.
Meanwhile, in Azshara, Broll Bearmantle and Sora Saurfang found the Nightmare Lord's true body, just as expected: an ugly, twisted, enormous tree shrouded in smoke.
Naturally, Xavius would not spare any enemy who might harm him. His minion, the Treant Nayal, stood before Sora and Broll. It seemed that this one Treant was Xavius's only personal guard. The other crazed Naga and Satyrs merely watched from a distance, not daring to approach.
Broll understood the urgency of the situation. He immediately cast a nature spell, making his body grow unnaturally and turning himself thickset and bulky. In terms of ordinary