"I am a nightmare! Shadow of Despair! I am... Dream Tyrant! ”

In the dim sky of the Emerald Dream Realm, in the dark red ominous light curtain, the huge body of the completely nightmarish dream king Illanicus roared across the battlefield, and the dream tyrant with a dark red tyrannical aura wrapped all over his body continued to spit strange smoke towards the necromantic position below, and those black smoke-like things fell into the ground, transforming into a twisted nightmare on the land that had been plowed by artillery fire, and these disembodied things made the firepower advantage of the Dark Blade also suppressed to a minimum.

And behind Illanicus, there are dozens of dream dragons infected by nightmares, these guys are not as powerful as the nightmare tyrants, but they are dragons after all, extremely strong physical fitness, and full of corrosive breath, the arrival of these guys has made the Darkblade Legion who has been pushing nightmares all the way into a bitter battle.

"Knock it down! Knock these bastards down! ”

Patton, the dwarf Death Lord who was the commander of the tank unit, stood in the steam tank with a steel helmet and roared wildly, and the heavy cannons at the top of the tanks in a defensive formation were aimed at the sky, and whenever a dragon swooped down, those cannons would roar and fire.

The armor-piercing bullets specially prepared for these flying behemoths staggered through the air, and each salvo could pierce the bodies of those unlucky eggs, tear their wings, and send those nightmare dragons tumbling to the ground, but these nightmare behemoths are amazingly resilient in the high concentration of nightmare power, and their falling to the ground does not mean that they are ineffective.

A nightmare dragon with its wings torn to shreds roared, and rushed to the front of the tank position under the bombardment of machine guns and grenades, the giant beast let out a frantic roar, and its sharp claws clasped the heavy tank in front of it, and between the swaying of the dragon's blood, the tank weighing more than ten tons was grabbed and thrown to the center of the battlefield.

Again, for these predators at the top of the Azeroth food chain, no matter how well prepared they are, there will always be casualties.

"Damn dragons!"

Lord Patton saw that his beloved tank was destroyed, and the irascible dwarven death knight pushed away the orc knight behind him, and he lifted the heavy cannon on the top of the tank, and in the roar of the dwarf's broken gong, the irascible lord aimed the cannon at the nightmare dragon that was raging in the position, and in the low roar of bullets, the nightmare dragon's eyes were blown out, and the entire head was torn open in more than ten seconds of fire.

"Bang"

The depleted cannon was tossed aside, and the second-level death lord Barton, who let out a vicious breath, viciously straightened his steel helmet, he looked back at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, the dwarf's grim eyes rolled, and he turned back to the herald in the tank and shouted:

"Let the boys reload the Holy Silver Armor-Piercing Bullet!"

"But sir, special ammunition must be used in an emergency!"

The herald retorted, only to hear the irascible dwarf second-rank lord scold:

"Bastard! Now it's an emergency, let you use it, you can use it! Don't talk so much nonsense! ”

A few minutes later, one-third of the tank guns were replaced with special bullets, and under Patton's shout, countless silver rays of light erupted from the muzzles of those heavy machine guns, these armor-piercing bullets loaded with sufficient holy silver were very precious, and they were special bullets prepared by the Dark Blade Legion for special battlefields, because this thing also had great restraint on the undead themselves, and it was a terrifying existence that was destroyed immediately for low-level undead, so it was generally not used.

But this expensive thing is really brilliant in this place, in this round of holy silver bullets, more than 7 nightmare dragons all screamed and fell to the ground, these holy silver bullets pierced the body of the nightmare dragons, inflicting terrible purification damage on these monsters that had been corrupted by nightmares, and this super result made the dwarf who had been observing the battlefield his eyebrows flutter, and he shouted for the soldiers to prepare for the second round of shooting.

But at this moment, an emaciated human in black uniform and a cold mist wrapped around his body appeared behind Barton, and he reached out and pressed the grumpy dwarf's shoulder, and stopped Barton's command in a deep voice:

"General Patton, take your steel monsters and take down those low-level creatures."

The creature who suddenly appeared glanced at the nightmare dragons roaring in the sky with dark blue eyes, and then showed a strange smile, and said to the dwarven second-rank lord in a tone that made him annoyed:

"Then it's up to me and my warriors to take over the battlefield... After all, only dragons can deal with dragons. ”

Barton slapped away the hand that the fellow had placed on his shoulder in disgust, and the dwarf cried out with some dissatisfaction:

"Bastard, Nefarian, my boys and I are on the verge of defeating those damned dragons, and you're here to steal the fruits of our victory! I'm not leaving! I'm going to kill all these stupid dragons! ”

"This is Sarufar's order, you can go and complain to him!"

Seeing that the dwarves did not obey the order, Nefarian, the commander of the Frost Dragon Warband, also had a gloomy face, and the Black Dragon Prince, who was resurrected by Tyrion himself, still maintained the proud temperament of the former King of Blackstone even after his death, and he said in a deep voice impatiently:

"My warband and I have an even more important mission in Northrend, bastard, but I'm still going to find time here to help you fight, don't kick your nose in the face, you stupid and stubborn dwarf! Go fight your battle, I'll take over here! ”

After speaking, Nefarian's fingers waved forward, and his low, dead voice echoed through the battlefield at this moment:

"Bone Dragons! Launch... Defeat these weak living! ”

In the roar of the King of the Frost Dragons, a terrifying bone dragon covered with frost flapped its wings and flew into the battlefield from behind the ground position, among them were black dragons, red dragons, and blue dragons, but after joining the Dark Blade Legion, the former identity was meaningless, and after the shackles of flesh and blood were removed, and the power of cold death was filled, these dead dragons had a new identity.

They were established independently within the Darkblade Legion, and currently have two warbands with a total of 4,500 Frost Dragons, and Nefarion, the commander of the Frost Dragons, is not satisfied with this to rival any of the Guardian Dragons, and has been seeking the Darkblades to enter the Dragonbone Wilderness so that he can resurrect more Bone Dragons in the Dragon's Grave.

Nefarian was still an ambitious man after his death, eager to have his own place within the Darkblade, and even more so to make the Frost Dragons a new race independent of the Azeroth Dragons, but before he could do so, he had to find a way to fix the Frost Dragons' inability to reproduce.

And the good news is that Nefarian, who has been busy on the Northrend continent for the past few years, recently heard that the Great Lord of the Darkblade, Tyrion, seems to have a solution to this problem...

The 500 frost dragons brought by Nefarian seized the sky battlefield of the Emerald Dream in a very short period of time, under the absolute numerical superiority, those green dragons corrupted by the nightmare were quickly defeated, and on the battlefield in the sky, the fierce and unafraid of pain frost dragons surrounded those nightmare dragons in groups of three or five, and every moment there were nightmare dragons who were torn off their wings and fell to the earth screaming, but then they would be swarmed by the bone dragons without mercy and completely eliminated.

Nefarian wasn't here to do good... These green dragons who were killed by the Frost Dragon, after a period of repair, will also join his Frost Dragon Battle Group, so to be precise, this dragon commander is here to "recruit" in the Jade Dream Realm.

But there are always guys that ordinary bone dragons can't deal with...

"Bang"

A huge frost dragon was grabbed by the claws of the terrifying Illanicus, and was torn into three pieces in the air, seeing the dream tyrant raging everywhere, Nefarian's eyes became more and more gloomy, he took a few steps forward, and with a low roar, Nefarian also turned into a bone dragon form and rushed into the sky, personally entangled with Illanicus.

The body length of the Dream King is about 150 meters, and Nefarian has been infused with the power of death all year round after becoming a frost dragon, and its body length is also 120 meters, and the fight between the two giant beasts in the air can be described as earth-shattering, although Nefarian may not be the opponent of the manic Illanicus, but considering that the frost dragon side has a decisive numerical advantage after all, the defeat of the dream tyrant is probably only a matter of time.

On the other side, the Darkblade Legion, led by the Steam Tank Force, which quickly captured the Nightmare position, also encountered another tricky problem.

"Whoa!"

With the sound of a mad wolf howl resounding in the destroyed jungle, most of the body was nightmarish wolf spirit Godlin rushed through the battle line of the Dark Blade Legion like a gust of blood-colored wind, the three steam tanks were cut by the wind blade carried by the wolf spirit's claws, and Sarufar, who tried to stop it, was knocked out entirely, and a moment later, the death lord Safarul, who was launched from the ground, pulled off his torn battle helmet, he stared at the wolf spirit in front of him, turned his head and spat on his saliva.

"Phew"

The orc lord held the battle axe in his hand with both hands, and once again roared and rushed towards the nightmarish wilderness demigod in front of him, and the battlefield of one person and one ** battle was covered in an instant by the dark red wind blade and the withered death energy.

Speaking of which, the Orc Death Lord Sarufar is indeed powerful, enough to crush the warriors of most of the living, but the opponent in front of him is one of the 15 wilderness demigods in Azeroth... And one of the best of all the Wilderness Demigods, it's a good opponent, but the problem is that no matter who wins or loses, this battle will last a long time.

"Do you want to call for support?"

Because of Godring's sudden appearance, the Blood Lord of the Darkblade Warband, who was blocked in his path. Flame Wound looked back at his companion Ottem, these two high elves are also veterans of the Dark Blade, but the two of them are not keen on war, they are typical research talents, so they are also very low-key inside the Dark Blade, but this time because they are very curious about the magic composition of the Emerald Dream Realm, so the two of them also joined the battle group.

In the face of Saiwen's inquiry, Oldem rolled his eyes:

"Support? Who can I find for support? This is a demigod in front of you, and it won't be useful to find a few Death Lords to come over, not to mention that you don't know Sarufar's dedication to battle, and if you find support, he will not only not appreciate it, but will also complain about our troubles..."

"Why don't you find the boss?"

Saiwen hesitated for a moment, then asked, and Oldem glanced at the hot battle scene in front of him, and he shrugged:

"The boss is very busy, I don't think I can spare time... Speaking of which, in the face of the current situation in Azeroth, we really lack some high-end combat power. ”

Between the conversations between the two Blood Lords, the tide of battle suddenly took a new turn, and in a low roar that suddenly appeared, Godling, the nightmare wolf spirit who had been preparing to raid Sarufar, was slammed away by a sudden bear claw.

In the sparkle of several emerald halos, almost all the wilderness demigods who had just been resurrected in the present world appeared on the battlefield, and the giant bear Usok, who had just slapped the wolf spirit, looked at the wolf spirit Godring who was infected by the nightmare, and a trace of sadness flashed in its bright eyes, beside it, Agamagan lowered his head, and launched a wave of charges at the moment of appearance, sending Godring, who had not yet gained a foothold, into a few more laps.

"Quack!"

Ansu's trademark scream resounded through the infected jungle:

"The Necromancy! Go and fight your battle, the battle between the demigods, leave it to the demigods to settle it. ”

Sarufar, who was interrupted from the battle, was a little unhappy, but considering the goal of the Darkblade, the orc death lord snorted, picked up the battle axe and was about to leave, but before leaving the battlefield, Sarufar looked back at Ansu, and he whispered:

"Don't forget what you promised the High Lord..."

Ansu glared at Sarufar with great dissatisfaction, and then at the wolf spirit Godring, who was surrounded by demigods, and lowered its voice:

"Don't worry, what should be given to Tyrion will always come into his hands."

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"The Dream Queen is back!"

Ysera flapped her wings with a green halo and slowly landed at the top of the Dream Tower, cheering as the long-missing Awakened returned, and the rebels who still held on to the positions around the Dream Tower cheered.

They had observed the battle breaking out in the depths of the Nightmare Position, and they thought it was reinforcements from the Awakened, perhaps the other guardian dragons from the Temple of Dragonsleep.

This is undoubtedly a real boost for the rebels who have been besieged by the Nightmare for several days, exhausted and desperate, and unable to escape the Nightmare War because the Nexus is closed.

"Awakened, you've brought back reinforcements, and the Nightmare is about to fail, right?"

The Grand Druid Koda, who had been battered in the previous war. Steelpaw asked hopefully, looking at Steelpaw's eyes, Isera couldn't tell the truth, she sighed, hugged the cardore druid in front of her, and whispered:

"That's right, I've brought back powerful reinforcements, and the war in the Emerald Dream will end today... But Koda, and Shaun, has bad news, and I must tell you. ”

"The Cadore Elves suffered a simultaneous attack by Naga and the Undead, and the Grand Druid Mafario was killed on the spot, although in the end, under the leadership of Tyrande, the Elves paid a great price and expelled the invaders, but... But the World Tree was burned. ”

"You, what did you say?"

This terrible news struck the Senario druids in the Dream Tower, but Ysera didn't give them much time to question and think, she raised her hands, and in the wrap of the Dream Power, the Awakened whispered:

"Thank you, heroes, for all that you have done for the Emerald Dream, but this devastated world needs you more than here..."

"Believe me, peace will soon be restored to the Emerald Dreamland, and by that time, the world will welcome you as before, but now... You've got to leave..."

The power of the Dream Authority enveloped the entire Dream Tower and the surrounding land that had not yet been occupied by the Nightmare, and the heroes who had endured the Nightmare siege to the end were sent back to the present world in the light of the light curtain, and after doing all this, Ysera looked back at the green dragons who were still behind her, and she whispered with some sadness:

"Warriors of the Dream Legion, what I'm going to talk about next is top secret! No one can tell the details of today's war to mere mortals without my permission! ”

"I didn't bring back reinforcements from the Temple of Dragon's Sleep... Rather, it is the Grim Blade of the Dead, and today, life and death will be on the same page. ”

"I know it sounds hard to understand, but no matter how disgusted you may be with the undead, at least today, they are our trusted comrades... Now, in the name of the Green Dragon Queen, I need you to go to the battlefield immediately, guide the Darkblade warband, and capture the Nightmare Fortress as quickly as possible! ”

"Go ahead!"