In a forest within the Emerald Dream, a dense fog shrouded the area.
"Suffer!"
A breeze swept through, carrying with it whispers of venomous malice.
Malfurion was indeed suffering, utterly immobile in this moment.
Endless pain relentlessly tormented him…
Malfurion had been ambushed by Xavius in the Emerald Dream, becoming his prisoner and then transformed into a tree!
What Malfurion found most unbearable was the pose Xavius had forced upon him!
His arms were twisted above his head, fingers splayed in different directions, with sharp, thorny leaves sprouting from his transformed branches and fingers. His waist was contorted into a bizarrely curved trunk, and his legs had become gnarled and twisted roots.
He had become a withered ash tree, forced to stand in this rigid and motionless pose for what felt like an eternity!
Each day, Malfurion struggled against this torment.
Xavius had blocked his senses, sparing only his eyes, for the demon wished him to witness his own transformation, to see his despairing fate.
To divert his attention from the unending pain, Malfurion began to recall the days he spent growing up with Tyrande, especially the moments when they expressed their love for each other, almost forgetting the pain he was enduring.
Occasionally, he would also think of his rebellious brother. Illidan possessed exceptional magical talent but was reckless and inconsiderate, constantly worrying his older brother.
As he reminisced, Malfurion discovered that these memories brought him a sliver of strength.
In the next moment, he seemed to see Tyrande!
She was enveloped in a layer of silver moonlight, Elune guiding his beloved to rescue him!
However, when Tyrande clearly saw Malfurion's current form, a distinct look of disgust crossed her beautiful eyes, and she took several steps back.
"How… repulsive!"
These words of disgust from his beloved shattered the Archdruid's heart!
But the pain clearly continued.
Besides Tyrande, a second figure appeared, a tall physique with a bare chest, only arcane tattoos shimmering with the green light representing demonic power.
Atop his head were a pair of massive, curved ram's horns, and from his shoulder blades sprouted a pair of enormous leathery wings.
His face was twisted, his chin more prominent, his mouth filled with sharp teeth, and dark blue, disheveled hair hung over his face.
A strip of cloth covered his eyes, through which one could vaguely see two clusters of scorching green light in his eye sockets.
It was Illidan, his own brother who had become a half-demon!
"I told you long ago, my love Tyrande, Malfurion is not the man you hoped for…"
"Illidan, my love!" Tyrande passionately called out to Illidan, while her eyes were full of disgust as she looked at Malfurion, the withered tree.
"Illidan, look at him… he looks like a dog!"
Hearing these words, Malfurion's heart broke even more!
However, it didn't end there.
In the next moment, Illidan wrapped his arm around Tyrande's shoulders, embracing her with his hand bearing twisted claws, and Tyrande gladly melted into Illidan's embrace.
Then, Illidan used his curved claws to lift Tyrande's chin: "My love… let us become one…"
The two embraced each other.
Malfurion's heart, from shattered pieces, turned into shattered sand, and finally crumbled into dust…
Fortunately, he finally struggled out of the nightmare, although still unable to move, at least he escaped that heartbreaking pain!
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In Ashenvale, corresponding to the Emerald Dream, Galen and his companions were resting in Astranaar.
This capital town of Ashenvale seemed much quieter than the outside world. Apart from a few buildings, not a single person could be seen.
"Huff!"
Galen suddenly woke up in his rest. In that instant, he felt Malfurion's call.
"What's wrong, Galen?"
"What happened, Highlord?"
Shandris, along with four night elves, two men and two women, walked into Galen's house after hearing the commotion.
That's right, four.
While waiting in Ashenvale, the remaining two of the Nightmare Emerald Dragons were also subdued by Galen. Among them, Emeriss and Ysondre were female dragons, while Terar and Lethon were male dragons.
It can only be said that these four Nightmare Emerald Dragons have not yet fully formed, and their bodies have not been completely corrupted by the Nightmare. After some purification, they can still be used. If they were to collect their souls and resurrect them in a few years, they would only be able to find some green dragon eggs.
"I sensed Malfurion's presence, and after a while, I could strongly feel him disappearing…"
Galen looked strange.
Just now, he seemed to have glimpsed Malfurion's nightmare.
How wonderful!
"We must seize the time and rescue Malfurion as soon as possible."
The nightmare that struck deep into the soul just now should not have been Malfurion's first experience.
Galen could feel his pain, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish between dreams and reality.
Xavius was indeed vicious, directly seizing Malfurion's weakness, constantly tormenting him through one nightmare after another, making him even more tired and sensitive.
It is hard to imagine that Malfurion persisted for six or seven years in the original timeline, and even in the torment, he could transmit messages by extending the roots under his feet. Galen has to praise him: What a real man!
"I know where Malfurion is, at the top of Mount Hyjal!"
Ysondre, who guards Ashenvale, said.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Agamaggan, the barbaric chariot, started again, taking the six people to climb Mount Hyjal.
This journey was not smooth. The winding mountain road was filled with many shadow creatures resembling satyrs. They had ram's horns and hooves, with thick thighs and tails, while their bodies and heads resembled night elves.
"What the hell are these things!"
"They seem to be shadow satyrs!"
Shandris had experienced the War of the Satyr and had seen those demonic creatures, and the shadows in front of her were obviously more terrifying than the satyrs!
"Ignore them, Agamaggan, charge through!"
Agamaggan ignored everything and began to rampage, relying on his huge size!
The shadow satyrs in front quickly increased, soon submerging the wild boar demigod's head.
The boar demigod roared, "Great Lord, hold on tight!"
Savage Charge!
Aggemaggam's massive body charged forward, knocking a large number of satyrs off the narrow mountain path!
At that moment, Galen understood the meaning of unstoppable boarishness!
With a swing of his tusks, the shadow satyrs and the ground beneath them were sent flying into the air.
Then, the boar's head thrust forward, impaling satyrs on his spear-like tusks, before tossing them away with a flick of his head.
Despite this, the shadow satyrs fearlessly pounced on the boar demigod, using their dark fangs and claws to scratch and tear, trying to rip open Aggemaggam's tough boar hide, only to be impaled on the deadly thicket of thorns on the boar god's back.
"Awoo!"
And so, Aggemaggam, carrying Galen and the others, his body covered with satyr corpses, continued to charge towards the summit, the mountain path behind him littered with fragments of shadow energy left behind by the dead satyrs.
In the midst of the relentless charge, they reached the summit of Mount Hyjal, at which point the thorns on the boar's back were completely covered with satyr corpses.
Aggemaggam shook his body vigorously, shedding the troublesome corpses, like a dog shaking off water after a swim.
"We've reached the summit! Great Lord!"
As the boar demigod finished speaking, Galen saw Shandris collapse!
Huh?
Galen quickly caught her, and after a careful examination, he found that her chest was rising and falling slightly, her life signs were normal, and judging from her furrowed brow, she had merely been drawn into a dream!
When did this happen?
The Nightmare attacked them?
"How is this possible! You actually resisted the Nightmare's intrusion!"
The Nightmare Lord shifted his attention to the land of Mount Hyjal, utterly shocked by the boar, elf, and four green dragons who had resisted the Nightmare's attack!
"Xavius?"
Galen gently laid Shandris on the boar demigod's back, where the thick bristles curled around and covered the elf's body, and two thorns reached out to protect her completely.
"Hahaha, Galen Remar, I knew you weren't simple, I knew it ten thousand years ago, I just didn't expect you to be even smarter than Malfurion, guessing my identity right away!"
A shadow tree extended its branches from the forest, its limbs swaying, and its sharp leaves trembling.
This was Xavius's nightmare entity!
"Too late…!" The Nightmare Lord sneered. "You're too late…! Even if you resist the power of the Nightmare, my plan is already complete, you cannot stop me!"
As Xavius's words fell, a large shadow appeared in the eastern sky!
It was a dragonflight!
Members of the Green Dragonflight corrupted by Xavius filled the sky.
All the corrupted dragons had come at Xavius's summons!
Not only that, but many tall figures emerged from the forest, including druids who had long been dormant and war ancient trees.
These dragons, night elves, and ancient trees all had black and purple shadows on them, the marks of corruption!
"Kill them, Nightmare Army!"
With Xavius's order, the green dragons in the sky and the druids on the ground moved, charging madly towards the mountain-like Aggemaggam!
Xavius's nightmare entity retracted his shadow branches, seemingly having departed!
Galen stared at the nightmare dragons in the sky, only a few of whom were about the same size as Ysondre and Emeriss, the rest were at most young or whelps.
However, the leader was definitely not simple, a shadow dragon whose body length was definitely close to a hundred meters, only Onyxia, Nefarian, and Sabellian under Galen's command could compare in size, and his strength had definitely reached the demigod realm.
No need to guess, that must be the Green Dragon Queen's chief consort, the Nightmare Tyrant Eranikus!
"It's Eranikus…"
Sure enough, the four green dragons behind Galen confirmed his guess.
"I need reinforcements…"
One-on-one duels were never Galen's choice, and besides, when he chose to take on the responsibility of saving Malfurion, he never thought of playing the lone hero!
"Ysondre, Emeriss, you two go to the location of Nordrassil and open the passage between the Emerald Dream and Azeroth. Telleral, Lethon, you two go and hold back the green dragons in the sky. Aggemaggam will be responsible for the remaining ground forces!"
Galen quickly arranged the tasks, although they were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, their side's individual strength absolutely crushed the opponent's high-end combat power.
Aggemaggam's size was definitely a land king, and in terms of strength, probably only Ursoc and Ursol, the two bear brothers, could compare to him. Letting him deal with a group of corrupted druids was a piece of cake.
The greater pressure was on Lethon and Telleral, the two male dragons, who needed to hold back hundreds of green dragons, but Lethon was Ysera's strongest guardian dragon, and in the history Galen knew, he fought Eranikus to the death, so having him delay would not be a problem.
At worst, they would fight to the death. They had already entered the Altar of Kings, so what was there to be afraid of?
After Galen finished speaking, his figure gradually dissipated, leaving only the four dragons and a boar in a mess…
Were the tasks given after joining the Great Lord so exciting?
Telleral and Lethon were mentally exploding, having to fight fifty of their own compatriots right from the start!
Emeriss and Ysondre looked at their colleagues with sympathetic eyes, and then transformed into dragon form and flew towards Nordrassil.
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The male dragons had no choice but to transform into giant dragons and meet the Nightmare Dragonflight, helping Emeriss and her delay.
"Chi!"
After the four dragons flew away, Aggemaggam's thick pig nostrils exhaled heavily, then his forelimbs lowered, and his hind legs began to dig into the ground!
Bang!
The huge boar catapulted out like a solid iron ball, leaving a deep pit on the ground from the powerful recoil!
The great battle had begun!
At this time, Galen had once again transformed into a cheetah, walking through the forest in stealth mode.
The forest was filled with evil mist, constantly passing by Galen's side, and black poisonous insects gathered at the edge of the mist. If Galen hadn't put a layer of magical shield on himself, these poisonous insects would have been eager to bite him.
Oh dear, oh dear, Malfurion, where are you? You should say something and guide me. There are so many trees in the forest, how am I supposed to know which one is you?
Galen strolled through the forest with elegant steps, randomly searching for the withered tree that Malfurion had turned into.
Suddenly, Galen's hind leg was tripped!
This aroused Galen's vigilance, because he hadn't noticed any stones or other obstacles on the road he had just walked!
He turned back to look carefully!
Finally, he discovered a tiny root protruding from the soil a few centimeters above the ground in the bushes he had just passed.
It looked no different from the many other roots nearby… but Galen's intuition told him that this root had a strange attraction drawing him in!
That's it!
Galen was overjoyed!
Malfurion was definitely not one to be easily manipulated. Even if he was transformed into a tree branch, with his Archdruid abilities, he could absolutely cultivate and manipulate the tree's growth, using the roots to expand his senses and find an opportunity to save himself!
Wasn't this the opportunity he was looking for!
Galen checked the direction of the root's growth. Next, he would run wildly in that direction. Although hundreds and thousands of trees flashed before Galen's eyes, his intuition told him that these trees were not the target he was looking for!
Finally, Galen passed through a dense forest and entered a small clearing. A white ash tree grew in the center of the clearing, exactly the same as what he had glimpsed before.
"Hehehe…"
Galen returned to his true form. He grinned, his playful eyes fixed on the tree.
Through the perception of a demigod, what he saw was not just a tree. He clearly saw the leader of the night elf race, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage of the Cenarion Circle, bound in place in a shameful posture!
Malfurion in the white ash tree was both happy and embarrassed!
He was happy that he had gone through all kinds of hardships to guide his savior over, and that he would finally be able to get rid of this situation. He was embarrassed because he remembered that his junior brother, Galen Lei'ma, had a rather nasty temperament and a wicked taste for teasing others. Now that his ugly state had been seen by him, he would definitely be ridiculed to his heart's content!
But there was no way around it. Galen was the only savior he could think of. He had found him through Tyrande and his mentor's special senses to save him. Malfurion felt that he could endure a little mischief.
"Cut me! Cut me quickly!"
He waited silently.
"Cut me if you're my junior brother!"
Malfurion tried his best to swing his body, hoping that Galen would understand that cutting his abdomen, which was the center of the tree trunk, would save him!
In Malfurion's expectant perception, Galen circled the withered white ash tree twice, carefully observing it while muttering to himself: "Well, it is indeed a good sapling. When I have the opportunity in the future, I will cut it down and take it back to make a beam support!"
"Damn it, cut me quickly! Use your weapon containing thunder, hurry!"
Malfurion was still shouting silently. He had known for ten thousand years that Galen's sword contained powerful wind attribute power. This long sword could definitely defeat the Nightmare and release him.
However, Galen was still slow, and even took out a memory stone to photograph this ugly withered tree from three hundred and sixty degrees without any blind spots.
Galen drew the Wind Sword from his waist and swung it with all his strength towards the location Malfurion had indicated!
The white ash tree was broken open!
Malfurion only felt a burst of severe pain all over his body, but this severe pain was nothing compared to the tragic mental torture he had suffered from the Nightmare Lord in countless days and nights!
The powerful thunder power injected into the tree trunk cut off the spell that trapped Malfurion, and he finally broke free from this poisonous cage.
The black leaves on the white ash tree gradually melted, and the twisted branches turned back into Malfurion's arms, and the roots contracted back into his feet.
He recovered!
"Hahaha! Malfurion, welcome back!"
Galen laughed and gave the restored Archdruid a hug!
"Hehe… Hehe, thank you for your help, Galen!"
I would be happier if you hadn't taken pictures of my tree body!
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept in behind them!
Galen quickly turned his head and saw several shadows of branches stabbing towards them!
It was Xavius's Shadow Tree!
He sensed Malfurion's escape!
Galen waved the Wind Sword towards the shadow branches, and a sizzling sound rang out as the sword body infused with thunder power touched the shadows.
"Use thunder! To shatter the darkness!"
A dazzling white light shone through the forest, and the shadow branches were cut off and flew out, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing after landing.
And the Nightmare King wailed, obviously the Wind Sword had injured his dream body!
"No!" The Nightmare King's voice came, "It's not that simple…"
The loss of these shadow branches was nothing to Xavius. Soon he urged the Shadow Tree to suddenly expand to a terrifying size, and the shadow branches made a comeback!
"Oh hoo! So strong! Let's go, Malfurion!"
Galen grabbed the Archdruid, who was blinded by the thunder, and ran quickly in the direction he had just come from, and Galen's figure changed quickly.
The dragon horns on his head grew, his body swelled, green dragon scales grew on his hands and legs, and then a pair of dragon wings grew from his shoulder blades on his back!
"Hold on tight!"
Galen slammed his wings, a whirlwind passed, and then he flew out quickly with Malfurion, and the shadow branches stretched out countless tentacles like thousands of sea monsters in the mist, firmly locking on Galen and them.
"Galen, you are really an amazing person, you truly deserve to be called a Green Dragon Druid!"
"…"
Forget it, Galen had almost forgotten that he was still wearing the title of Dragon God Druid. He just felt that it was faster to run away by transforming into the form of the Nightmare Four Dragons.
When Galen brought Malfurion back to the lower exit of Mount Hyjal, it was in the midst of a smoke-filled war!
In front of Malfurion's line of sight, a large number of brown bears were already entangled with the tall Nightmare Dragonmen and Nightmare Druids, and behind the brown bears, a large group of elite huntresses were shooting at the sky!
"What's going on? Galen!"
"Can't you see! That's my corps, the Jayalath Corps!"
This was the corps that Galen formed after his return a few years ago. Basically, they were all combat units trained by the Heart of Origin.
Some of them participated in the military operation to suppress the Centaur tribe, and the other part was the surviving troops from the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Currently, the two parts are combined to form a new corps under the command of Vastan Staghelm!