Facing Galen's jest, the once simple and honest bear spirit brothers revealed a sense of sorrow in their eyes.
Ursoc and Ursol, the two brothers, were the protectors of all beasts and those who revered the balance of nature.
They often frequented the villages of the night elves, even attending the Moon Festival gatherings or helping to sow seeds for new trees. At the gatherings, the bear brothers would carry the night elf children around to play and drink beer with the adults.
You should know that in ancient times, other Wild Gods never mingled with mortals, but these bear brothers became good friends with the night elves.
Later, during the War of the Ancients, the brothers were among the first to respond to Cenarius's call and joined the fight against the Burning Legion. They fought against the Doomguards and ultimately sacrificed their lives to protect the land.
They stayed in the Emerald Dream for ten thousand years, but still did not see their night elf allies resurrect them, the fallen demigods, merely claiming that the power of the World Tree was not yet stable.
Ursoc was dissatisfied, but his brother Ursol appeased him.
However, their followers, the furbolgs of Vordrassil, were affected by Ursoc's negative emotions and became hostile to the night elves.
Galen understood the bear spirit brothers' dissatisfaction from their eyes. Indeed, Tyrande's actions were not appropriate. Faith is faith, and politics is politics. She is a good priestess, but not necessarily an excellent political leader.
"Relax, relax, I know you've been wronged these years. It was our biggest mistake that Malfurion and I didn't interfere in the political affairs of the night elf race."
Galen tried to appease these two huge fur bears. Only then did Galen see that the bears' abdomens had turned dark red, a sign of being contaminated by the Nightmare.
Fortunately, I came early, otherwise these two brothers would have been completely corrupted in a few years.
"Didn't I come? I'm about to take you back to the real world of Azeroth!"
Ursol rolled his eyes at Galen, while Ursoc stubbornly turned his head in the other direction.
Hey!
The little thing still has a temper.
Galen stretched out his hand, and a stream of green energy emerged: "Look, whose power is this!"
Ursoc and Ursol felt the familiar and warm aura from Galen's palm, and their hearts were shaken!
"Mother!"
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Wild Gods, they were the giant beasts walking on the primitive land in the barbaric era of Azeroth.
They originated from the source of life force on the planet. They were extraordinary existences manifested after the essence of life reached an extremely powerful level, and most of them appeared in animal form.
Most of them had contact with the Titan Keepers, and with the help of the Titans' power, they broke through the shackles of beast life and gained the recognition and blessing of the Azeroth star spirits, thus transforming into today's Wild Gods.
This Titan Keeper was Freya, the Queen of Life. After the Old Gods were sealed, she began to walk in the lush wilderness of ancient Azeroth.
During her travels, she established several ecologically perfect ecological gardens on the newborn land: Un'Goro Crater, Sholazar Basin, Vale of Eternal Blossoms…
In these ecological gardens, she raised some of the original animal spirits of Azeroth. Then, with the power of life given to her by the Titan Eonar, she promoted these primitive spirits to demigods.
The initial demigods looked almost the same as other ordinary creatures on the outside, but in fact, they were already different from other creatures. They gained eternal life, and even some demigods gained more knowledge from Freya and connected to the Emerald Dream.
The Wild Gods remembered Freya's nurturing grace to them, and even engraved the aura of this "Mother" in their souls.
"Where is Mother?"
"Tens of thousands of years ago, Freya was imprisoned by the Fallen in her life greenhouse. Now the betrayer has been cleared by me, and she has returned to the Halls of Ulduar."
Galen told them about Freya's recent situation, "This is the proof Freya gave me. Two brothers, do you want to go find your mother?"
Ursoc and Ursol's soul bodies looked at each other, and then nodded heavily.
"In that case, don't resist when I cast the spell later!"
In this way, Galen lured the two Wild Gods, Ursoc and Ursol, in the name of Freya and included them in the Altar of Kings.
In the original history, Ursoc, this unlucky child, died four times!
In the War of the Ancients, Ursoc fought against the Legion, and gained his first death. This is understandable. In order to protect Azeroth, he died gloriously.
Later, the Cenarion Circle planted a new World Tree in Grizzly Hills. The roots of the World Tree grew deep into the ground and came into contact with Yogg-Saron, and were pushed down by the night elves.
Ursoc's followers blindly planted the broken Vordrassil, forcibly resurrecting Ursoc. However, Ursoc had been controlled and polluted by Yogg-Saron at this time. The furbolgs had no choice but to purify Ursoc, which led to Ursoc's second death.
Ursoc, who died for the second time, returned to the Emerald Dream. What awaited him was the corruption of the Emerald Dream by the Nightmare Lord Xavius. Ursoc was tricked again, and he ushered in his third death.
After Ursoc was killed this time, his soul was so weak that he could only return to Ardenweald, and because Ardenweald's soul was exhausted, he had no way to successfully resurrect. Helplessly, his caretaker had to drain Ursoc's soul soul for the entire Ardenweald.
Let's just say, this 0-4 is heartbreaking to hear and makes the viewer cry. It can be called the Azeroth version of Unlucky Bear.
Looking at the chronicles of Azeroth, only Kael'thas can compare with him.
Unfortunately, Galen, as an adventurer, participated in two of Ursoc's four deaths…
The main reason why Galen came all the way to find the two Ursoc and Ursol brothers was because of sympathy for these two bear brothers.
Who will I fool next?
Galen's eyes flashed, locking on a new candidate.
Ursoc has a artifact, Claws of Ursoc, which was made by Freya with Titan steel and given to him as a gift.
This Claws of Ursoc is the later artifact of the Guardian Druid. After a while, he can send Ursoc to retrieve the artifact.
And Galen's next goal is the Wild God located in the Val'sharah region: Ashamane.
She is a female panther. In the War of the Ancients, in order to protect the creatures around Suramar, she perished together with a pit lord.
Later generations of druids built an altar at the place where the pit lord and Ashamane fought to the death to commemorate the brave and fearless Wild God. At the same time, her fangs are enshrined there: Fangs of Ashamane.
That is her only relic, symbolizing her unyielding spirit and unruly nature. To this day, Ashamane is still regarded as one of Azeroth's bravest protectors.
Later, these fangs were crafted into an artifact for feral druids.
Now, Ysanna is recuperating in the Emerald Dream. This mother leopard was also raised by Freya. With Freya's energy, Galen can definitely trick her easily.
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Meanwhile, things were terrible for Xavius.
Summoned by Alexstrasza, the members of the Green Dragonflight scattered throughout the Emerald Dream, who were struggling to hold on, rushed to join the coalition to fight against the Nightmare.
Xavius's remaining Nightmare army was repeatedly defeated by the coalition. The Nightmare Lord's plan to occupy the Emerald Dream was on the verge of collapse.
The valley where the Eye of Ysera was located, once full of life, was now distorted. On the scorched ash earth, blood-flesh vines covered in dark red limbs swayed constantly, like hideous sores growing from the earth.
The leaves of the trees had long since fallen, and the branches were covered with tiny, reddish, blood-sucking leeches. The ground was not only full of insects and other crawling creatures, but also disgusting pus oozing from the jagged cracks, flowing everywhere, and the stench was unprecedentedly strong.
In the center of the valley, the originally golden fortress had turned dark red. Xavius was now torturing the master of the dream within the fortress: Ysera!
"Monster! Your farce will soon come to an end!"
Ysera's limbs and wings were bound by thick black chains. These chains were not metal creations, but dark magic of extreme intensity.
In the Green Dragon Queen's pupils, reflected the terrifying appearance of the Nightmare Lord: on his forehead, grew two twisted and deformed demon horns. His skin was ugly and withered, covered with dark red cracks. His chest, arms, and face were covered with black, bizarre mane, and his lower limbs were reverse-jointed hooves.
The Nightmare Lord looked like a half-demon, but lacked Illidan's domineering aura. Instead, his face was full of gloom, and it was clear that he was not a character who liked head-on confrontation.
"Hahaha!"
Xavius laughed wildly, "A mere twenty thousand Night Elf troops and a few dozen dragons, do you think I'm afraid of this little power? Beast, you don't know how powerful the force behind me is!"
Xavius waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of them.
Presented in the light curtain was the scene of the Night Elf and Dragon coalition advancing.
On the ground, in addition to Galen's Moon God Scythe legion, there were also the druids and sentinel elites of the Cenarion Circle who could still fight.
Ysera also saw some natural allies: the tall War Ancients, the magic-using Wisdom Ancients, the rock-composed Mountain Giants, and Cenarius's offspring, the Keepers of the Grove and dryads.
The red and green dragons flapped their wings, forming a loose formation, flying over the heads of their own legions.
This scene was enough to make Ysera's blood boil, but she remembered the evil force that had ambushed her before and bound her!
That force felt strangely familiar to the Red Dragon Queen!
Behind the Nightmare Lord, there was an even darker force…
The Old Gods!
This forced Ysera to stare intently at Xavius's light curtain!
Dark red mist emanated from the twisted forest, quickly filling the entire area. Under the traction of mysterious power, the mist enveloped the coalition forces.
"I admit that the army brought by that Galen Remar has some merit. They don't have nightmares, but it doesn't matter. My main target is those druids and sentinels who came in later, those Kaldorei rebels!"
Sure enough, after the army was enveloped by the mist, some of the Night Elves stood still. They had been pulled into the nightmare by the Nightmare.
Subsequently, a large number of Nightmare Dragonmen emerged from the forest, as well as a large number of Nightmare Ancients!
Although the Nightmare Dragons had been almost completely depleted, there were still many of these basic dragonman soldiers.
In addition to the Nightmare Dragonmen, Shadow Satyrs were constantly condensing in the mist. They were the Nightmare Lord's true army.
Faced with the sudden attack, the Night Elf army did not panic too much. The Moon God Scythes were unaffected by the Nightmare, while Tyrande's sentinels and Malfurion's war druids were veterans of ten thousand years!
The druids cast spells, green fury and silver moonfire exploded in the thick fog. Many druids who had transformed into giant bears and big cats used magically enhanced claws, fangs, and even roars to fiercely attack the servants of darkness, firmly holding them at bay.
Behind the military formation, Tyrande and Shandris led a large number of sentinels, drawing their bows and shooting. Under the amplification of their Trueshot Aura, the rain of arrows effectively slowed down the formation of the Shadow Satyrs!
The dark red mist became even thicker, and another wave of evil surged from both the left and right flanks, still composed of a large army of controlled dragon beasts, whelps, and other corrupted dragons.
The sudden surge in the number of enemies gradually slowed down the coalition's offensive. Even though dragons in the sky constantly dived and spewed hot dragon breath into the thick fog, they still could not slow down the creation of the dark servants!
The coalition had to switch to defense.
The only good news was that there was no high-end combat power in the Nightmare army. Under the command of Malfurion and Tyrande, and with Alexstrasza holding the line, there was no major problem for the time being.
But Ysera was extremely anxious when she saw this scene!
The Nightmare's army would not tire, but the coalition forces had entered the Emerald Dream with their physical bodies, and their bodies could not support prolonged intense combat!
"Evil creatures! Repent in the light of Elune!"
When the battle was at a stalemate, Shandris, with Tyrande's authorization, began to kneel and pray. As her prayer ended, the heavens and earth within a hundred meters around her were filled with silver light, and pillars of light as thick as buckets protruded from the sky!
The thick moonlight, like a light sword unsheathed, pierced through the clouds and bombarded the thick mist!
True Moon God Orbital Cannon!
This map-level attack directly swept away the surrounding red density!
After the moonlight dissipated, only a ground of shadow purification remained on the ground, as well as the pale skeletons left after the dragonmen were purified!
Elune's miracle encouraged all the Night Elves. After all, the Moon God was their true faith!
Ysera had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Xavius laugh contemptuously!
"The Emerald Dream is not the Moon God's territory after all; the Nightmare is the true master here!"
As Xavius spoke, the originally light red mist became more solid, as if it had a physical form!
Moreover, the speed at which the red mist created dark satyr servants increased more than tenfold!
"The Dream and Azeroth will soon belong to the Nightmare..." the Nightmare Lord said in a low voice, "As for you, Green Dragon, you will fall into eternal fear..."
Ysera finally saw the clues. Those satyrs were creatures who had been lost in the Emerald Dream for ten thousand years. Their bodies had already died in the real world, leaving only their souls to wander in the Dream, eventually embracing the Nightmare!
"Struggle! Resist! All that you do is futile! All living beings will submit to the master!"
Xavius fully urged his main body, a tree root extending from the Ellin Rift in the seabed to the Emerald Dream, continuously transmitting the power of the Nightmare!
"Hahahaha! Master! Please grant me more grace!"
Looking at his masterpiece, Xavius laughed triumphantly, and Ysera's heart sank continuously.
The Emerald Dream is over!
Just as Xavius was complacent and Ysera was desperate, changes occurred in the rear of the coalition forces!
New reinforcements have arrived!
A group of werewolves ran on all fours, their sharp front claws quickly grabbing the ground as they sprinted.
Leading the way for the werewolf pack was the tall and burly demigod Agamaggan, who charged wildly through the thick fog. The dark satyrs were crushed by his tusks, unable to resist.
Following closely were Ursoc and Ursol, brothers fully clad in armor. Their strong claws widened the path opened by Agamaggan, tearing open a gap for the werewolf army's revelry!
In the sky, the raven demigod Aviana and the eagle demigod Ohn'ahra frantically flapped their wings, stirring up whirlwinds to disperse the red mist!
The werewolves plunged into the thick fog with a wild attitude, attacking the dark servants with their fangs and claws, regardless of their own injuries!
In the thick fog, a black hunter was also reaping a large number of shadow satyrs on the flank. It could be vaguely distinguished as a cheetah, the top hunter, the panther demigod Ashamane, whose aloof nature was evident as she stayed away from the werewolf army and other wild demigods.
Encouraged by the reinforcements, the morale of the night elf coalition was greatly boosted, and Tyrande seized the opportunity to pray, and the larger-scale Moon God orbital cannon was activated again!
Soon, the corpses of shadow satyrs piled up into several hills, but the glory on Tyrande and Shandris weakened a lot!
"No! How is this possible? Someone can command those ruthless werewolves!"
Xavius was going crazy. Originally, his Nightmare army only needed half a day to wipe out all of these rebels, but he didn't expect such a powerful army to suddenly jump out!
The Shadow Satyr and Nightmare Dragonkin army lacked high-end combat power, relying entirely on numbers to wear down the enemy. The participation of this group of fearless, powerful werewolves and several demigods directly shattered his plan, and even the generation speed of the Shadow Satyrs could not keep up with the rate of their demise!
Xavius urged his magic power to switch the perspective of the light curtain, and finally saw a late figure in the direction where the werewolf army appeared!
A tall and sturdy night elf walked leisurely on the corrupted land.
As he moved, the dark red Nightmare corruption on the ground began to recede, revealing the original color of the soil.
He wore green leather armor, adorned with emerald green branches and leaves. A head of golden hair draped behind his head. His handsome face was full of fortitude, and paired with his blue eyes like the sea, this night elf had a gentle temperament.
In addition to the thunder-flashing long sword at his waist, he also carried a strangely shaped scythe on his back. The branch-made handle was twisted and multi-segmented, and it was covered with ancient runes.
That is the Scythe of Elune!
It is an artifact made from the fang of the wolf god Goldrinn and the staff of Elune.
This is a very difficult artifact to control. The user may be swallowed by the spirit of Goldrinn in the scythe. Only a balance druid with powerful moon god power can control it.
This scythe is closely related to the origin of werewolves in the world of Azeroth, and this group of werewolves brought by Galen was brought by him using the Scythe of Elune!
The origin of werewolves is closely related to the night elf race.
After the end of the War of the Ancients, the newly established night elf theocracy was unified, and the Cenarion Circle and the Sisters of Elune jointly ruled. However, the good times did not last long, and they broke out in the War of the Satyrs.
This was a cruel war. During this time, a group of druids used a powerful but difficult-to-control transformation form, the giant wolf form.
This group of people, calling themselves Scythe Druids, displayed the wrath of the wolf god Goldrinn, but could not control it.
Malfurion's disciple Ralaar Fangfire tried to use an ancient artifact, the Scythe of Elune behind Galen, to suppress the uncontrollable anger in the transformation form.
However, the anger in the hearts of these Fang Druids did not diminish. Instead, the Scythe of Elune turned Ralaar and his followers into half-human beasts enslaved by their primal instincts, the werewolves!
The wild werewolves attacked indiscriminately, and the bitten night elves were cursed viciously, and would soon become werewolves.
In order to prevent the spread of the curse, Malfurion had to banish the werewolves to the depths of the Emerald Dream under the sacred tree Daral'nir.
Originally, they would sleep peacefully for eternity, but when the Scourge invaded Gilneas, King Genn Greymane asked Archmage Arugal to release the werewolves from the Dream to help them resist the undead.
However, these beasts not only attacked the undead, but also attacked the Gilneas soldiers on the Greymane Wall, and the curse quickly spread to the civilians of Gilneas.
This is the reason why there are werewolves in the Alliance in later generations. They are Gilneans infected with the curse. With the help of the night elves, they learned how to control the curse, allowing them to transform between humans and werewolves.
Of course, the werewolves summoned by Arugal were only a small part of those sleeping in the Emerald Dream. Galen came to the location of the sacred tree Daral'nir with the Scythe of Elune, and with his powerful strength, he subdued the leader of the werewolves, Ralaar Fangfire.
Ralaar was the first user of the Scythe of Elune, that's right, the user. His strength was not enough to control this artifact, and Galen, as a demigod, even a demigod who could crush werewolves, becoming the owner of this scythe was simply a matter of course.
With the Scythe of Elune and Ralaar, Galen easily gained control of these tens of thousands of werewolves and brought them to support.
At this moment, Galen walked in the thick fog, feeling the abundant energy in his body. He seemed to have broken through!
Actually, as early as two years ago, after he subdued the demigods of Ulduar in Northrend, he had a faint feeling that he was about to break through.
The passive skill Path of Kings provided by the Heart of Origin is a late-game skill. When the population was small in the early stages, this skill provided almost nothing to Galen.
When the base population reached tens of millions, this passive skill forcibly pushed Galen from the Legendary rank to the Demigod rank!
It's just that after the Demigod rank, there is another watershed. If ordinary base units want to continue to increase his power, it is estimated that they would have to train a little more citizens!
Fortunately, with the upgrade of the main base, Galen also had a pursuer system. The elites of Azeroth and Draenor provided much more power than ordinary soldiers.
Even the Loa gods in the troll legends, Galen has collected a lot.
This time Galen entered the Emerald Dream, it was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, happy to the point of explosion!
After collecting a few demigods and snowballing non-stop, the threshold of the high-level demigod was directly broken through!
At this moment, his combat power, in some aspects, can already be comparable to the former Black Dragon King!
"Galen Remar!"
Galen was happy, but Xavius was screaming frantically. Through the light curtain, he recognized this night elf at a glance!
In the Nightmare Lord's heart, Malfurion killed him twice in ancient times, and he hated Malfurion to the bone.
And Galen Remaris even more hateful!
In Xavius's heart, there are some things I can do without, but you can't steal them from me!
This Galen Remar competed with him for favor in the palace of the Night Elf Empire. Although he had long been determined to join Sargeras, the feeling of being gradually deprived of Queen Azshara's favor was really terrible.
Most importantly, Galen Remar jumped from a remote relative of the Sunstrider family to become a prince of the Night Elf Empire!
Although there are many princes in the empire, Xavius is just jealous, and he secretly put Galen on the blacklist!
Therefore, besides Malfurion, Prince Galen is the second person Xavius hates the most!
At this time, Xavius didn't know that when he was killed for the first time, the person who stabbed him in the back was Galen. He always thought that he died at the hands of Malfurion. If he knew that he was stabbed to death by Galen, it is estimated that his lungs would explode.
"It's not over yet!"
Xavius is still full of confidence, he hasn't failed yet!
Accompanied by Xavius's remote control, things that looked like black worms drilled out of the ground, but those were not worms, but the shadows of roots.
The roots of a skeletal tree.
Xavius began to work hard!
Even though they were just shadows, they trapped every soldier like sturdy ropes!
Only a few people broke free from the entanglement of the roots!
As long as they persist for a while, these soldiers will all be killed by the dark satyrs!
"Damn it!"
Malfurion turned into a storm raven to avoid the capture of the roots, and also rescued Tyrande and Shandris by the way.
Galen wielded the Thunderfury, and rescued the trapped soldiers all the way.
"We don't have time to rescue every soldier. If we do this, we will be dragged to death!"
"Then what should we do!"
Tyrande was also a little flustered at the moment. The Moon God railgun just now made her a little weak.
Galen looked towards the center of the thick fog: "Go! We will directly raid the Eye of Ysera, kill Xavius, and rescue the Green Dragon Queen!"
They must go to the Eye of Ysera. As the core of darkness, without Xavius, the Old Gods behind him would not be able to maintain the power of the Nightmare!
"Alexstrasza, and all the demigods, please lead the remaining soldiers here to clear the nightmares and protect our people!"
After speaking, Galen took the lead and charged out all the way!
He had already obtained the location of the Eye of Ysera from the four green dragon vajras. Now that he has broken through to the high-level demigod, he feels full of power!
He is a little cocky!
He also needs to vent!
Malfurion desperately flapped his raven wings, barely able to keep up with Galen's speed.
In the heart of the Archdruid, their saving the world, whether successful or not, has never been Galen's business alone. They must keep up with Galen's pace.
"Futile... It's all futile...!" Xavius's voice echoed in Malfurion's mind, but the Archdruid's eyes were fixed on Galen's back!
He felt that Galen would lead them to victory!
This road is like destroying rotten branches and breaking dry weeds, this road is like a storm and lightning, the dark satyrs are shattered, and the tree roots underground try in vain to avoid the thunder of the Thunderfury, but can only turn into scorched remains.
The road opened to him.
Finally, they entered a valley!
This is the Eye of Ysera!
Malfurion in the sky saw the golden domed building through the thick fog, but at this moment, these green dragon buildings were swallowed by a huge shadow tree!
The Shadow Tree is taller than most ordinary trees, even comparable to Teldrassil. From a distance, the bare branches stretch along the horizon.
It has hundreds of slightly smaller branches, and countless leaves grow on the branches. The leaves are slender and curved, like the sharp sickle of a reaper.
It would undoubtedly take thousands of years for this Shadow Tree to grow into this appearance.
This proves the insidious and patient nature of Xavius and his evil master. They began planning the Emerald Dream thousands of years ago!
The Archdruid was afraid for a while. If the crisis of the Emerald Dream was discovered a few years later, then the situation might be ten thousand times worse than it is now!
At that time, not only Teldrassil and the night elf clan, but the entire Azeroth would be affected!
"You! All deserve to die!"
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other, Xavius urged the branches of the Shadow Tree to suddenly stretch towards Galen and the others!
"This world will belong to the Nightmare!"
Xavius in the shape of a tree began to babble: "I have waited so long for this, trapped under the turbulent sea for so long, waiting and accumulating strength under the guidance of my master... waiting for the opportunity to come!"
"You don't know what I have experienced. I floated up from the abyss and took root on the eastern cliffs, where I can overlook my lost Zin-Azshari!"
"It was once under the rule of my queen, and I once had power there. You ruined my plan!"
"But it doesn't matter, the current plan is better, let the nightmare cover everything... This is just too in line with my ideas!"
Galen somewhat understood why villains talked so much; they had been suppressed for too long and needed a chance to vent.
Xaviuss was even more so.
He had been turned into a tree by Malfurion and sunk to the bottom of the sea during the cataclysmic explosion of the Well of Eternity. If he hadn't surrendered to the Old Gods in time, it would have been the end of everything for him.
For ten thousand years, he had been silently harboring a resentment and a burning desire for revenge at the bottom of the sea.
Now that he had seen his enemy, he couldn't hold back any longer!
After Xaviuss poured out his grievances, he controlled the branches to attack like a hurricane. The Archdruid desperately dodged in the air while carrying Tyrande and Shandris on his back.
Galen, on the other hand, twisted his body while jumping. Dozens of branches brushed past him. Even though each one was covered with slender, scythe-like leaves, he easily avoided them, even using the Scythe of Elune in one hand and the Thunderfury in the other to easily cut off the branches' attacks.
"Xaviuss, is that all you've got?"
Galen catapulted himself towards the tree roots, which was the core of Ysera's Citadel. The Green Dragon Queen should be inside.
Soon, he broke through the obstruction of the Shadow of the Nightmare Tree and entered the golden fortress!
This fortress was inside the Shadow of the Nightmare Tree. As soon as Galen rushed in, he felt the intense corrosion of the Nightmare power. Just as he was about to activate a magic shield, a layer of silver light suddenly appeared on his body!
Galen had felt this kind of power on Tyrande and Shandris!
The power of Elune?
When did Elune put power on me?
It was Tyrande!
When he left Teldrassil, she gave him a blessing of Elune!
Hiss!
Doesn't that mean that everything I've done in the Emerald Dream during this time has been spied on by her?
Miscalculation!
The thoughts flashed through Galen's mind before he temporarily interrupted them. The most urgent task was to rescue Ysera first.
The moonlight turned Galen's leather armor silver. At this moment, Galen looked like a Silver Saint Seiya.
He rushed into the fortress and quickly found Ysera!
Six chains made of dark red Nightmare power imprisoned the Green Dragon Queen Ysera's wings and limbs.
Galen wielded Thunderfury and smashed it down with all his might on the chains on Ysera's back.
"Clang!"
The magic chains only had a gap under the attack of the artifact. The shattered chain pieces made Galen feel extremely nauseous, and then the gap was quickly repaired.
This is…
The power of the Old Gods!
Although it was different from Yogg-Saron's aura, their essence was the power of the Void!
Knowing it was the power of the Void made things easier. Holy Light was the best way to melt these chains.
Golden energy gathered in his palm. This body was infused with half of Galen's soul essence, so he was familiar with summoning Holy Light!
"Holy Light Sunfire!"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three shots in a row!
The chains were easily melted!
Galen was overjoyed. As expected, I still have to use my Holy Light to fight against evil. Although the power of nature also has times of anger, it cannot compare to the elements, the arcane's rage, and the Holy Light's punishment.
Outside the Shadow of the Nightmare Tree, Malfurion was exhausted. After Galen disappeared, he became Xaviuss's main target. If it weren't for the two powerful archers behind him helping him deal with most of the Shadow branches, he would have been caught by the Nightmare Lord long ago!
"Galen! Hurry up!"
Malfurion looked calm on the surface, but his heart was already shouting frantically. He was almost at his limit!
"Roar!"
As if in response to Malfurion's shout, a crisp dragon roar resounded throughout the valley. Green dream energy erupted from Xaviuss's Shadow of the Nightmare Tree!
Then, an Emerald Dragon with a body length of nearly a hundred meters burst out of the Shadow of the Nightmare Tree.
Ysera!
She's free!
The dragon-shaped Ysera had a slender dragon body. Her wings, covered with the power of dreams, spread out. As the wings like green gauze flapped, specks of light sprinkled down.
The most important thing was the white jade crescent-shaped crown hanging above Ysera's head!
That was the manifestation of the dream authority held by Ysera, similar to the Focusing Iris of the Blue Dragon King and the Sands of Time of the Bronze Dragon King. It was the manifestation of the basic rules of the world of Azeroth, the Green Dragon Queen's Dream Crown!
Ysera roared to the sky, seemingly venting her anger at being imprisoned. Then, she opened her dragon mouth wide and spewed out a large amount of dragon breath, which began to burn Xaviuss's avatar of the Shadow of the Nightmare Tree!
"Malfurion! Galen! Help me destroy the Nightmare's main body!"
Ysera thought that the Shadow of the Nightmare Tree was Xaviuss's main body, but Galen didn't take the time to correct her. Just do it!
Malfurion was shocked when he heard this, and then quickly found a hilltop, put down Tyrande and Shandris on his back, and then dispelled the transformation. His wings turned into arms, the feathers retracted to his armpits, his legs stretched out, his bird claws turned into feet, and his bird beak shrank back, turning into a mouth and nose…
"Tyrande, Shandris, you two help me block those branches, I'm going to start casting a spell!"
The two night elves nodded. They knew what they had to do. Shandris began to bend her bow and shoot, while Tyrande began to pray to Elune without hesitation.
Malfurion closed his eyes and released his mental power to probe other druids…
"All druids in Azeroth and the Emerald Dream, I need your help. Let us unite and destroy the Nightmare!"
In order to prepare this super-large spell, Malfurion had to ask other druids to put down all defenses, connect their mana, and then use his own body as a launcher!
Malfurion was both surprised and grateful when all the druids accepted without hesitation!
Unfortunately, time was tight, and the Archdruid had to guide them as soon as possible so that they could guide the spell in the direction he wanted.
Guide to the storm, his storm.
The druids' mana was connected together. Through Malfurion's consciousness, they witnessed a hurricane begin to form, and then, under Malfurion's guidance, it turned into a storm powerful enough to destroy the world.
The low rumble of the storm shook the Emerald Dream at the same time. After Malfurion gave the storm the purity and power of nature, the storm hit its target!
The gale howled, and the dark red mist swirled. Those nightmarish forms and Shadow Satyrs were swept into the storm!
Rain poured down, and the river water surged onto the river bank, washing away the Nightmare's shadows and its terrifying servants, and bringing new life, new flowers, plants, and trees to the land that had been hindered or controlled by the Nightmare.
More darkness dissolved in the rain, and their evil could not compete with the great power of nature.
The Nightmare's mist dissipated, and all the coalition forces were freed!
Until this moment, Galen finally moved!
Malfurion's large-scale joint spell swept away the Nightmare's forces one by one. Xaviuss was already a drowning dog. What he had to do next was to beat him hard!
"Solar Eclipse! Sunscorch Storm!"
As Galen spoke, illusory suns appeared in the sky, followed by golden pillars of light descending from the suns and bombarding the giant tree!
Sunscorch was indeed a Druid spell, but Galen shamelessly mixed a large amount of Holy Light energy into it!
The light pillars were the appearance of Sunscorch, the core of Holy Light; the suppression of energy attributes instantly riddled the Shadow Tree with holes!
A moment later, Xavius's roar echoed in everyone's minds!
However, Malfurion did not feel that victory was certain. He continued to stretch out his arms, clenching his fists, and directing his will towards the storm he and the Druids had created, allowing it to continue attacking the Nightmare Lord.
The storm raged.
Lightning flashed in the rainstorm surrounding the Shadow Tree, burning away the darkness.
Inside, Galen's Sunscorch Storm attacked indiscriminately, golden pillars of light hitting again and again, igniting one vile branch after another.
Ysera was incinerating the canopy with dragon breath, Xavius was under attack from all sides, already at the end of his rope!
"Galen! I've found his weakness!"
Malfurion saw the Shadow Tree gradually decaying, its size also gradually shrinking, and finally discovered its core!
"Cut at that spot! Use your Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker!"
Malfurion's will connected to Galen, and at the same time, an image of Xavius's weakness appeared in his mind.
Galen quickly ran around the trunk of the Shadow Tree, discovering the location Malfurion had indicated.
Galen's lips curled into a wicked smile!
Then he raised Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker!
The artifact shone with the brilliant light of the Wind Prince's essence.
Boom!
One strike!
Xavius panicked!
"Master!"
The Nightmare Lord, feeling his life threatened, suddenly shouted, "Great Master! Please help me!"
The Nightmare Lord's plea for help made everyone's hearts rise again!
Fortunately, the ancient and dark being behind Xavius abandoned his servant and did not make any move.
Although everyone was surprised by this, the two main combatants and the dragon did not dare to slack off in their confrontation with Xavius. Instead, they silently increased their output, hoping to kill Xavius as soon as possible, lest things get out of hand.
For this Nightmare Lord, even if only a spark of life remained, he would make a comeback…
…and in an even more terrifying form.
Boom!
Two strikes!
Galen swung Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker again. Xavius desperately tried to deal with Galen, but was interrupted by arrows containing the power of Elune.
Boom!
Three strikes!
Galen had a special fondness for the number three. After quickly unleashing three strikes, Xavius's screams echoed in the Emerald Dream!
The Shadow Tree swayed, and parts of its outline began to fade!
The Nightmare Lord screamed again: "Malfurion Stormrage! Galen Remar! I will never leave you! I will always be your nightmare! I… Uh ah!"
Ysera's final breath of dragonfire shattered his canopy.
The Shadow Tree's true form shook violently. It began to wither rapidly, its branches hanging limply, and its thick roots curling up and shrinking.
The withered leaves turned into black ash and fell from the sky. The lower branches broke off, crashed onto the solid ground, and stirred up a large amount of dust.
The trunk also collapsed, and huge fragments fell off, scattered around.
When all the dust settled, only a decaying tree stump remained in place.
The Nightmare Lord's plot had been thwarted!
"Finally… it's over!"
The wounded Malfurion fell into Tyrande's arms, while Galen, relying on Freya's divine power, quickly healed the wounds on his body and walked out as if nothing had happened.
Accompanied by the ashes flying all over the sky, Galen showed the demeanor of an expert.
In the sky, Ysera landed, flapping her wings, and transformed into a human form the moment she touched the ground.
Her clothing was very similar to the Red Dragon Queen's, both in the "cool" style. Galen glanced over and imprinted the beautiful scenery in his mind.
Damn it!
So exciting.
Ysera's humanoid form was a tall night elf with purple skin. Her lower body was covered in tight-fitting leather armor, and her upper body only wore armor that covered her chest, revealing her perfect slender waist and navel. On the Green Dragon Queen's navel, there was also a teardrop-shaped gemstone, which was very alluring.
It must be said that, compared to Alexstrasza's fiery nature, the aura of this Dream Queen seemed much colder.
"Thank you for your help, Galen, Malfurion, and the two Priestesses of the Moon!"
Ysera thanked the few people who had rescued her and the Emerald Dream: "However, we have not completely won. I will completely crush this stump left by the Nightmare."
"And you, leaders of the night elves, there are traitors among your people. Someone grafted the Shadow Tree branches of Xavius onto the trunk of Teldrassil. This has given Xavius a connection to both realms, and also allowed the evil being behind the Nightmare Lord to simultaneously contact Azeroth and the Emerald Dream!"
Ysera's information shocked Tyrande. She did not expect that planting Teldrassil herself would almost trigger a terrible disaster.
"But don't worry, we have destroyed the Shadow Tree and severed all connections. Even if the Nightmare Lord's true form exists in Azeroth, the remaining Nightmare power will not cause any trouble!"
"In short, thank you, champions of Azeroth! Malfurion, Galen, in view of your help to the dragons, after I have completely cleared the Emerald Dream, I will go to Teldrassil with my sister to bless your new home!"
Although the matter of traitors in the clan cast a shadow over Malfurion and Tyrande, the promise from the Dragon Queen still made the night elf leaders feel happy.
To achieve this goal, the Dragon Queen's blessing was essential.
After all, didn't Tyrande secretly plant Teldrassil in the first place to allow the night elves to regain immortality?
Although the tree-planting plan was a unilateral decision made by Tyrande while Malfurion was asleep, without the support of the people and the druids, how could a Priestess of the Moon have the ability to take care of Teldrassil so well!
Now that the matter was a fait accompli, Malfurion would not quarrel at this time to ruin their marital relationship.
After thanking Ysera, he prepared to return to the previous battlefield and lead the army back to Teldrassil.
Malfurion still had many things to do. The primary task was to return to preside over the healing ceremony of Teldrassil.
Malfurion and Tyrande led the war druids of the Cenarion Circle out of the Emerald Dream.
Also leaving were the Moon Glaive Legion led by Vastan.
Compared to the low spirits of the Sentinels, Vastan couldn't wait to celebrate with drums and gongs.
This time, their Moon Glaive Legion had performed a great service. They participated in the battle to save the night elf race, and even Azeroth. This third-generation night elf had really made his old father proud.
Only no one knew that the one who benefited the most and reaped the most rewards from the turmoil Xavius stirred up was Galen!
Relying on Freya's golden signboard, this guy cheated and deceived in the Emerald Dream, collecting the souls of a large number of Wild Gods…
If the battle on the front line hadn't been so urgent and he had enough time, Galen would have captured the White Stag Malorne no matter what.
But on second thought, perhaps this was also Galen's good fortune.
Who is the White Stag Malorne?
He is Cenarius's father, the consort of the moon goddess Elune. Galen also has Elune's blessing on him. If he blatantly captured her husband, wouldn't Elune explode?
In addition to collecting a bunch of demigods to increase his combat power, Galen also used the Moon Glaive to suppress the wild worgen, helping them calm their hearts.
This batch of reinforcements was quite important, no less than a certain king's descendant reforging the holy sword and mobilizing an army.
However, to completely subdue them, a little trickery was still needed.
This was also the reason why Galen temporarily stayed in the Emerald Dream.
"Praise the Titans, Ysera, congratulations on regaining your freedom!"
Galen's tone was quite humble. Staying in the dream, he had to deal with the owner here first, and Ysera's background was relatively complicated. In addition to being the Dream Guardian empowered by the Titans, she also had an unusual relationship with Elune.
In his previous life, Galen went all out, frantically attacking and ruthlessly extracting the corrupted Ysera. After painfully killing her, Elune personally appeared and guided her soul into the Emerald Dream. She was Elune's person.
"Praise the Titans, Galen, thank you again for your help. Without you, it might have been difficult for me to escape from that villain's clutches."
The humanoid Ysera recalled the critical situation at the time and sighed.
Galen saw the throbbing in a certain part of her light yarn and the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch. He quickly looked away.
She is a dragon, she is a dragon, a hundred-meter-long dragon, our sizes are not suitable.
Who knew that Galen wouldn't look, but Ysera took a step forward and came to Galen's front.
Now it's even clearer…
Ysera stretched out her right hand and gently tapped Galen's forehead with her index finger: "Galen, I heard from my sister that you became a god with a mortal body, and we have fought side by side for Azeroth many times."
Green light bloomed between the Green Dragon Queen's fingers.
"I grant you the authority of the dream, so that you don't need to approach the dream passages of the Tree of Life to freely enter and exit the Emerald Dream in various parts of Azeroth."
Oh ho!
Doesn't this sound like a skill similar to Dreamwalker?
Dreamwalkers can allow druids to return to the Dreamglen, a gap between the dream and reality, and he has received Ysera's personal authorization to directly enter the interior of the Emerald Dream.
Good stuff.
The Green Dragon Queen is leading a wolf into the house!
Galen suppressed his ecstatic heart, but still said in a grateful tone: "Thank you for your gift, Your Majesty Ysera."
"There is one more thing," Galen remembered something. "Your consort Ysondre was completely corrupted by the Nightmare before. When we tried to purify the corruption, we killed him!"
"No need to feel guilty, Galen," Ysera didn't have much of a reaction. "The death of a dream form alone will not lead to the fall of Ysondre. I will find a way to recast his dream form, you don't have to worry about that."
"Um, I understand."
Of course Galen understood, after all, he had already collected the four King Kongs of the Green Dragonflight, and he had also collected Ysondre's dream soul. Saying this was just a way to smooth things over.
"By the way, Your Majesty Ysera, I don't know where Lord Ysondre's true body is currently located. I have some things I want to find him for."
Ysera was a little puzzled. She didn't know what intersection Galen had with her chief consort, but out of trust in Galen, she still told Galen.
"As early as thousands of years ago, a group of trolls in the south of the Eastern Continent summoned an otherworldly evil god. In the past hundred years, there have been signs of his return. In order to stop them, I sent Ysondre to stop the evil god's followers' plan. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be stationed in the Swamp of Sorrows."
Eastern Continent, Southern Trolls?
Evil God?
Isn't that the evil god Hakkar worshiped by some Gurubashi trolls?
That evil wind serpent!
And Hakkar's manifestation in the world is largely due to Galen's indulgence and fueling the flames…
As early as more than a year ago, in order to bring the entire Eastern Continent under his rule, he had already sent Zul'jin, his subordinate, to send an insider to Stranglethorn Vale to secretly support the troll witch doctor Jin'do in resurrecting the evil animal god Hakkar.
Unexpectedly, the Green Dragon had been prepared for Hakkar for a long time, and had already gone to block the door…
Then Ysondre is now in the Swamp of Sorrows, and he can go there at any time.
Afterwards, Galen and Ysera agreed on a date to go to Teldrassil, and then they separated.
Next, he was going to find the leader of the Worgen, Ralaar, and after the battle, he took the Worgen army back to the Radanir Sacred Tree to continue sleeping.
His actions were hurried at the beginning, and he only had time to subdue the leader of the Worgen. He only relied on Ralaar to control the other Worgen. There were too many variables in this, which did not conform to Galen's consistent style.
In the northeast of the Emerald Dream, Lake Lordamere is located here.
However, Galen's destination was a valley southwest of Lake Lordamere.
The Daral'nir Sacred Tree grows here. This sacred tree of the Emerald Dream can make angry creatures quiet.
Malfurion himself had used the wolf form before, and he himself had fallen into madness, until Cenarius locked him under the sacred tree Radanir.
With the lessons learned from the past, when the night elves could not solve the worgen curse, they decided to exile Ralaar Fangfire and other Scythe Druids under this tree, allowing them to sleep for thousands of years.
Galen didn't know the exact location of the Daral'nir Sacred Tree before, but he knew that this tree corresponded to a tree called Tal'doren in the real world of Azeroth, located in the Blackwald in southern Gilneas.
In order to find it, Galen searched the northeastern region of ancient Kalimdor for three days and three nights…
Finally, after locating Lake Lordamere, the position of the Shrine of Dalar'nil was deduced.
"Laliel greets his master!"
A bipedal worgen with gray fur approached Galen. His ears were narrow and long, and his mouth was full of fangs, sharp enough to easily tear through flesh.
He was Laliel Firetooth, the first worgen of Azeroth.
Among the wolf pack, only this Scythe Druid was conscious; the other wolves could only control their inner rage by sleeping under the Shrine.
Few knew that the source of the wolf god Goldrinn's power was rage, rage against the moon goddess Elune.
Legend says that the moon goddess tried to tame the wolf god as her pet, but due to Goldrinn's overly savage nature, the taming failed, which caused the wolf god to be filled with anger towards Elune.
Whenever the full moon was out, Goldrinn would become even wilder, fully venting his untamable power and ferocity.
This led to the unstable and uncontrollable nature of the wolf form that the druids delved into.
"How effective is the Scythe of Elune? Can you control your rage after leaving the Shrine?"
The Scythe of Elune in Galen's hand was a druid artifact that Thossadin had tracked down around Duskwood. It was the embodiment of tranquility and rage combined. Galen used the Scythe of Elune's properties to help the worgen suppress their inner rage, allowing them to briefly regain consciousness.
"Master, I and Priestess Belysra created this artifact together back then. It contains immense power. With the balance and control it offers, even wild wolves can be tamed, but it is only temporary."
Laliel sighed. Being exiled for more than nine thousand three hundred years, an eternally peaceful slumber, had caused them to be forgotten by the entire world. They longed to return to the real world!
"We can only maintain consciousness for three days. After three days, the wild power will once again dominate our will! We have to return to the Shrine to sleep."
Three days…
What good is that?
Three days might be enough in the Emerald Dream, but it's not even enough for a round trip in the real world. I need to be able to use the worgen army in the real world!
No, such combat power cannot be wasted.
"It's not like there's no chance!"
Galen's words caused Laliel, who had been feeling down, to look up in shock!
"Master! Do you have a way to help me and my poor brethren?"
"That's right, the opportunity lies in the real world, within a human kingdom!"
Galen told Laliel about Archmage Arugal summoning the worgen and how the Gilneans controlled the worgen curse in later generations.
Archmage Arugal was a Kirin Tor mage from Gilneas. According to Gandalf's information, his magical abilities were not very strong. After breaking through to a high-ranking mage, he chose to leave Dalaran and serve the Greymane Royal Family, becoming a Gilnean court mage.
During the Burning Legion's third invasion, after Dalaran fell, a detachment of undead attacked Gilneas. In order to resist the Scourge, Arugal summoned a group of worgen at the request of King Genn.
The ferocious worgen, led by Volgen, quickly destroyed the undead army, but at the same time, they attacked their own people indiscriminately, which sowed the seeds of the worgen curse in Gilneas.
Arugal was immersed in the power that the worgen brought. He began to constantly strengthen his own power and seized a castle in Silverpine Forest as his base.
After Arugal's death, his minions lost control, and their influence on Gilneas grew, which caused the worgen curse to spread in the Kingdom of Gilneas, and more and more Gilneans became worgen.
King Genn himself and Lord Darius Crowley were both infected with the worgen curse. Eventually, with the help of a potion concocted by Royal Apothecary Krennan Aranas, they formed a Gilnean worgen army.
Here's the key!
Potion!
The Scythe of Elune's efficacy is not enough, so the potion will make up for it!
At this time, Laliel also came to his senses: "When you woke me up before, Master, I noticed that the number of our wolf pack was more than a thousand less. It turned out that they were summoned out by others!"
"Volgen… I don't have much of an impression of him. Perhaps he wasn't the original Scythe Druid, but a commoner who was later infected by us."
Galen nodded. After all, there were more than ten thousand worgen, and it was impossible for Laliel to be familiar with every single one of them.
"Now the key to the problem lies with that Royal Apothecary named Krennan Aranas."
Galen recalled the information from last year.
"The worgen curse in Gilneas has fully erupted, and even the king has been infected. I don't know how far along the progress of the potion to alleviate the curse is."
"However, I have sent people from the Cenarion Circle to help, led by Belysra Starbreeze, who is also an old acquaintance of yours. You can go as an emissary of Eldre'Thalas to help Krennan develop the potion!"
Hearing the Cenarion Circle, Laliel almost burst into anger, but fortunately, the effect of the Shrine was excellent, so he was able to remain calm.
Back then, Malfurion founded the Cenarion Circle to restrain other druids from conducting indiscriminate research, and also to seek a way to save this group of Scythe Druids.
Who would have thought that after ten thousand years, these Scythe Druids had long been forgotten.
Immortality!
When they possessed endless, long lives, they became lazy, sleeping in the Emerald Dream for hundreds or even thousands of years, unlike humans who only live for a hundred years and seize every moment.
"Alright, superfluous resentment is useless. From now on, you will belong to my command. The name of the new legion will be War Wolves."
At this moment, Laliel seemed to have been reborn. After happily accepting the suppression of the Scythe of Elune, he hurriedly left the Emerald Dream.
As for the remaining worgen, Galen will arrange for Thossadin to come over and take them to Silvermoon City to line up to become his followers.
Speaking of which, the Silvermoon City Cathedral hasn't had new people lining up for Lightforging for a long time. I wonder if the Wings of Holy Light have locked onto the whereabouts of the Black Dragon Mother Sintharia?
After Galen Remar contacted the main body and updated some new information, he already knew that Witch Doctor Jin'do had resurrected Hakkar the Soulflayer.
Hakkar demanded that his followers sacrifice souls to him every day. Now, Zul'Gurub is in chaos.
Vol'jin and Tazz'ingo, under the banner of helping their troll brethren, have already led their troops south.
Everything is as I expected. Now that the main body has to stay at home to take care of his wife and children, I can only trouble this clone to make a trip.