Ysera's breath was not only astonishingly effective, but also controlled very accurately. Aegwynn, which was only a few meters away from Furbolg, was not affected at all.
Aegwynn saw that the Furbolgs were no longer chasing him crazily, so he straightened his clothes slightly, walked to the ground in front of Ysera, bowed to Green Dragon Queen and said thank you, "Thank you for your help, Your Majesty Ysera."
"You're welcome. It's my duty to deal with the harm caused by Nightmare's power." Ysera didn't take it seriously. He responded to Aegwynn humbly, and then expressed his doubts. "Have I seen you before? I can feel that you are very powerful, but I have no impression."
"Aegwynn, Magna·Aegwynn salutes you," although Aegwynn looked a little embarrassed, but her words and demeanor did not tell that she was being chased by a group of Furbolg just now.
Aegwynn once had a brief contact with the dragon clan in Northrend, which is why she could recognize Ysera, but at that time she and Aegwynn The main one I dealt with was Blue Dragonflight. I had only heard about the other dragons in legends. I could recognize Ysera because of the unique moon-shaped decoration on Green Dragon Queen's head.
After a few simple exchanges, everyone turned their attention to the Furbolgs. I think these Furbolgs should be able to explain clearly where they came into contact with the power of Nightmares, right?
After being baptized by Ysera's dragon breath, the Furbolgs gradually regained consciousness. They seemed to be surprised that they were here. Hundreds of Furbolgs were in a mess and noisy, and they didn't know who to ask.
"Your Majesty Ysera, aren't you going to ask?" Aaron scratched his head and looked at Ysera who had transformed into the form of Night Elf. With Ysera's status in the natural camp, these Furbolg must respect her very much. If Ysera asked, it would definitely be more effective than Aaron.
Ysera shook his head, showed a seemingly profound smile to Aaron, and pointed behind Furbolg: "Wait a moment, a more suitable person will come soon."
"More suitable?" Aaron rolled his eyes and already thought of who Ysera was talking about. Who else could be more suitable to deal with these Furbolg than Ysera? Of course it was Wild God Ursoc.
At this time, the Furbolgs suddenly looked to the northwest as if they were sensing something, and at the same time they gradually became quiet. That is where these Furbolgs live - Timbermaw Hold.
Soon Aaron also saw the presence that made Furbolg take the initiative to calm down. Sure enough, it was Ursoc. The giant bear god was running towards this side on four legs, with many following behind him. Furbolg, and Ursoc seemed to be holding something on top of his head. He couldn't see clearly from a distance. It wasn't until Ursoc got closer that Aaron could clearly see the true appearance of the thing - a statue of a giant bear.
"Ursoc, what are you doing?" Aaron took the initiative to approach Ursoc and curiously looked at the statue above Ursoc's head. Don't tell me, the workmanship of this statue is really good. It's very good. Although it's just a shape carved out of wood, with no coloring or additional decoration, it looks lifelike, and its aura is no worse than that of Ursoc himself. "Is this a gift from your descendant?"
But Ursoc shook his head and threw the statue to the ground casually. The huge statue rolled on the ground several times and was stained with a lot of soil. It seemed that Ursoc had no nostalgia for the statue.
Hearing Aaron's question, Ursoc took a deep breath, waved a paw and pointed at Furbolg: "These brats are the ones who caused this for me."
After saying this, Ursok seemed to feel that there was still some emotion that had not been vented, and roared a few more words at the furbolgs, making them completely quiet, and they did not even dare to breathe.
"These guys didn't know where they found such a statue, and they thought it looked like me, so they brought it back to their home, and it ended up like this..." Ursoc said a bit without a clue, but his meaning was very clear. This statue should be the culprit for Furbolgs being influenced by Nightmare.
"Let me take a look," Aaron motioned for everyone to keep a distance, while he wielded his long sword and kept slashing at the statue of Ursoc. In the blink of an eye, the surface of the statue was split into pieces of varying sizes, revealing the inside of the statue. The outside of the statue was an empty shell, and inside was a branch filled with black and red smoke.
Although the color of the branches looks wrong, it still seems to maintain basic activity, and it definitely does not look like an ordinary tree species.
"World Tree's branch?!" Ysera's rich experience allowed her to recognize this branch.
"Which World Tree?" Aaron asked subconsciously. Thanks to Fandral Staghelm's actions of planting World Tree all over the world, there are at least six or seven living and dead World Tree trees on Azeroth.
"You can't tell." Ysera shook his head. It was difficult to judge this. "I can only make sure that it is not the branch of G'Hanir."
As he finished speaking, Ysera's shadow in the form of a dragon appeared above his head, and a dragon's breath sprayed down on the branch. The dragon's breath that had easily purified the pollution that Furbolg had received encountered obstacles when facing this small branch.
The emerald-colored dragon's breath wrapped the black-red branches, forcing out part of the Nightmare power contained in the branches. These exposed Nightmare powers were purified by the dragon's breath in the blink of an eye. However, the abnormal color on the branches has not faded, and it seems to be very stubborn and difficult to deal with.
"Huh?" Ysera softly expressed his surprise, turned around and returned to his original form. Although the dragon's breath he sprayed out in his human form came from the same source as the dragon's breath of his body, it was inferior after all. Ysera was going to use his full strength now.
Ysera's dragon's breath once again wrapped the corrupted branches, and this time it finally had an effect, first at the ends of the branches, then at the buds growing out of the branches, and then at the thickest branch itself. This branch gradually returned to its normal color, and the last bit of Nightmare power contained in it was slowly forced out.
However, this last bit of Nightmare's power did not dissipate immediately after leaving the branch. Instead, it formed the shadow of Xavius. Before dissipating, the shadow looked around and slowly dissipated, leaving behind the sound of Xavius.
"Ysera?!" Xavius's voice didn't sound very surprised, but with a provocative smile, "It seems that you have received the gift I gave you. I hope you like the new gift I will give you next!"