Menethil's Power

Chapter 656
"Most of the high-level tribes escaped?" Isaacs' voice was flat.

"I'm sorry, my lord." Kel'Thuzad was rather uneasy. He could only see Isaacs' back and could not guess the other party's emotions. big hindrance."

"Medivh? That guy..." Isaacs paused, "Your failure seems to be understandable in this way, maybe...excusable?"

Kel'Thuzad heaved a sigh of relief, and then he let out a painful groan, and a dark force bit his soul like a hungry beast, biting and devouring frantically.

But what really frightened the Lich was not this, but at this moment he found that his connection with the soul box was cut off, and this alternative "eternal life" he obtained by giving up his status as a living person was completely useless.

He finally understood that the man in front of him had the ability to kill him completely, and endless fear clenched his heart.

This torture lasted for several minutes, and the pain gradually subsided. Kel'Thuzad straightened his waist, and the cold light in his eyes flickered.

"If you fail, you should be punished. You shouldn't have any dissatisfaction, right?" Isaacs turned around.

"Of course not, my lord." Kel'Thuzad said hastily, "Actually, I have one more thing to report. Come on, Hellscream, and pay the highest respect to Your Excellency Isaacs."

Looking at the orc walking over with heavy steps, Isaacs' pupils shrank slightly, indicating that he was a little surprised, and then he smiled meaningfully.

The orc's body was extremely majestic, his skin was purple-black, and his eyes were filled with frost. It was obvious that he was now an undead, a death knight.

"This is Grom Hellscream, the most powerful warrior of the tribe." The lich's voice was full of pride, "There is an incredible power in his body, with this power he can instantly smash my Defense, killing Talon Gorefiend, and even destroying Lord Neltharion's armor, and I preserved his body intact, making this power available to you now."

The light in Grom's eyes flickered. Of course he still has reason, but now his reason does not belong to him.

"Very good." Isaacs affirmed without hesitation, "He will become a sharp weapon to attack Mount Hyjal, and this is your contribution, so I decided to give you a reward."

"It's an honor, but..."

Kel'Thuzad didn't have a chance to speak at all, the dark power reappeared and pierced into his soul, and the cold voice echoed in his ears.

"You can't say no."

But this time, the power did not bite the Lich's soul, but was transformed into his soul essence. Kel'Thuzad was inexplicably surprised, and at the same time felt comfortable—he had already abandoned his identity as a living person, and the Lich Does not care about form, the soul is his source.

This is indeed a real reward.

Kel'Thuzad looked at Isaacs with more and more awe, and now he felt more and more the unfathomable existence of the other party and the person behind him.

Isaacs walked up to Grom slowly, sized him up with interest, and then suddenly said, "Attack me."

Kel'Thuzad on the side hadn't reacted yet, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but Grom didn't hesitate, and struck directly with his axe.

Gore Howl slashed into Isaacs' neck, splitting his body in half without any hindrance, just like splitting a doll, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.Isaacs' shattered body disintegrated into a pure black mist, which re-condensed a few meters away, revealing his intact figure.

"I roughly understand why you failed." He turned his head slightly and said to Kel'Thuzad.

Immediately, he seemed to lose interest in Hellscream, and waved his hands casually, "You guys back off."

"Obey." Kel'Thuzad immediately followed suit, leading Grom out of Isaacs' sight, and at this moment, a powerful will once again established a spiritual connection with Isaacs.

Eamon.

"It seems that you have cleared another obstacle. There is nothing that can stop you from plundering Nordrassil. Go ahead, this is your first step to be promoted to a higher life like us."

"Then what's the next step?" Isaacs asked, his tone flat, and he didn't have any awe of the void lord.

After all, the other party is begging him to do something.

"Then you need to go to the two core Titan facilities in this world, the Furnace of Will and the Furnace of Origin. The secrets leading to the heart of Azeroth are hidden in these two places. A certain degree of penetration of the furnace, they are useless now, you can directly charge their power..."

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When being in the same environment for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, no matter how beautiful and dreamy it is, you will feel tired. This is why Lunara never stays in the Emerald Dream for a long time unless necessary.You can't even feel the passage of time in that emerald green dream world, but the real world is more exciting and you can make many interesting friends.

But now she's full of apprehension, wanting more than ever to return to the Emerald Dream, and even putting her new friends behind her for a while.

The Emerald Dream... disappeared.

Lunara didn't know what exact words to use to describe it. In fact, it was like this. A few days ago, she suddenly couldn't perceive the existence of the dream, couldn't enter it, and lost contact with her father who was in it.

This made the dryad feel a little panic, a panic of suddenly losing her homeland. Although she didn't believe that there would be any sudden changes in the Emerald Dream, she was still worried.

She went to Moonglade and found her brother Remulos, who also lost his sense of dreams.When the two demigod heirs were at a loss, a message from the Cenarion Council suddenly came, and the Archdruid Fandral Staghelm hoped that they would go to Nordrassil to discuss the strangeness of the Emerald Dream.

Lunara and Remulos did not doubt that he was there, and they were a little surprised when Danodrassil and Staghelmet met, because not only Staghelmet was alone, but most of the high-level druids who were not sleeping were present. There are hundreds of people.

This is a high-level meeting of the Cenarion Circle.

"Everyone." Archdruid Fandral Staghelmet said with a serious expression, "You must have noticed that there is an abnormality in the Emerald Dream. We cannot contact the dream, and our brothers who are sleeping and dreaming cannot wake up. This is very It may be an unexpected catastrophe, even demigods and dream weavers are caught off guard, this is the message I have received."

With a wave of his hand, a semi-illusory emerald dream portal appeared. This was not a real dream portal, but an illusory image.This dream portal showed an abnormal purple-red color, exuding a strange aura, and an indistinct voice came from it, "This damn corrosion! I need your assistance, believers of nature!"

There was commotion among the druids, and the faces of Lunara and Remulos changed, and everyone recognized that it was Cenarius' voice.

Staghelmet glanced calmly, his composure and tranquility infected the others, and the druids gradually became quiet.

"What kind of filth would make father have to call for help?" Lunara was a little surprised.

"Not long ago, Dreamweaver Ysera and most of the green dragons left the Emerald Dream, which probably gave some plotters a chance." Staghelmet's eyes were meaningful, "I don't know what they are talking about, but obviously We should not be able to count on the Green Dragon in a short time, we must formulate a strategy immediately, and time is running out."

And almost as soon as he finished speaking, a sentry rushed in, "Lord Staghelmet! The sleeping druids cannot wake up, and their bodies are rapidly decaying. The high priest of Tyrande and other priestesses are Treat them with all your strength, but it can only delay their death!"

All the druids' faces changed, and there was no need for the staghelmet to emphasize it, everyone understood the seriousness of the situation.

"Damn it, what should we do to save our brother?" A majestic sharp claw druid couldn't help saying: "We can't perceive the dream anymore, how can we stop the corruption in it?"

"We have not lost the ability to enter the Emerald Dream." Remulos said, his eyes became firm, "I can feel a strange force sealing the passage of the dream, and this kind of seal is relatively not very powerful , I may not be able to do it myself, but as long as I gather the strength of everyone present, I can break through."

"Then do as Lord Remulos wants." Fandral said without hesitation.

Lunara seemed a little worried, "Is it appropriate to make such a hasty decision? And rashly connect reality and dreams..."

"We don't have time to think about it, my sister." Remulos sighed, "Father needs us, and every second of delay increases the danger to those sleeping druids. "

"Obviously Lord Cenarius thinks that our strength is very important. Since the blockade of the dream can be broken through from the outside, it means that the enemy has only used some special means, and the actual strength is not strong. I think it is worth the risk." Staghelmet Time to add.

The other druids had no objections, and Lunara couldn't find a point to refute for a while, and she was really worried about her father, so she swallowed her words again.

"Allies of nature." Remulos turned around and looked at the druids. "Please help me."

A portal appeared in front of him, which was a real portal leading to the Emerald Dream, but at this moment, it was entwined with blood-red vines, as if there was blood flowing in it.

The druids began to cast spells one after another, and the majestic natural force gathered to Remulos, and then injected into the portal through his body.A conflicting energy reaction occurred, but it was not very violent, and the blood red on the vines began to fade, gradually returning to green.

The main body of the portal has also become clear, and it is no different from the normal Emerald Dream portal.The druids present are all high-level spellcasters, and their overall strength is quite impressive, enough to complete this preliminary purification.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this crisis can be resolved.

However, it was soon discovered that Remulos' face was gradually distorted, "This... how is this possible..." His voice was trembling, and the black-red mist rose from his body, blackening his body. Skin and antlers, he half kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Brother!" Lunara was shocked.

She didn't have time to do anything, because a violent negative energy storm swept from the portal, and the druids who had consumed most of their mana were powerless to resist and were involved in it one after another.

Lunara also couldn't make much effective resistance, and could only helplessly let herself be drawn into the dream door that had turned black and red again. When there was an extra cold smile, he suddenly understood what was going on.

But it's obviously too late now.

After the negative energy storm passed, the dream portal shook violently, then disappeared without a trace, and the entire Cenarion Council hall became empty,

Another sentry came with a message from Tyrande. She looked at the empty hall and blinked in confusion.

(End of this chapter)