MTL - Stormwind God-v2 Chapter 2013 Destruction is also liberation
"But no matter who it is, it can't be affected here!" Ysera said resolutely.
"I'm affected!" Duke nodded at his temple, then scratched his fingers. When he saw his translucent right hand, he grabbed an unreal 'human skin' exactly the contour of his face as soon as he grabbed it.
No, it's not human skin, it's like a three-dimensional projection with Duke appearance.
For a moment, Ysera thought Duke was playing magic mirroring.
She immediately confirmed that it was also a spiritual piece with soul material.
"I made my mental sea layer by layer of a spherical defense system. Every time a certain layer is contaminated by the Emerald Nightmare, I discard this layer of mental shield."
Yseramu Li immediately said, "But you will still be damaged."
"Yes! As long as I stay here, I will be constantly attacked by the entire nightmare world. So I am trying to find the fulcrum of this world, or to replace the attackers behind the scenes and serve as the core of the source of corruption.
"Can you find it?" Ysera was surprised.
"Not yes, but I have found it. Come." Duke turned to the left and Ysera quickly followed.
Duke stepped slowly on the red land which was a little illusory, but the scene in front of him changed every second.
Duke tapped the void with his left hand, and one huge landscape after another turned into wax-like stuff in front of one person and one dragon, disappearing in the void.
The scene changes.
Soon, a huge shadow of giant trees appeared in front of them.
"Is this ... Saladhir?" Ysera was a little surprised.
Duke looked up slightly.
What x Dahir is actually a group of world trees planted by night druids, one tree after another, one after another.
After the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, Azeroth changed drastically, and the ancient Kalimdor continent exploded.
Druid survivors in the Broken Isles wanted to cure Azeroth by planting the World Tree, so they planted Saradar Hill in Val'sharah.
Before the time of the "Legion Revisited", although the area of the Broken Isles was surrounded by the power of the Great Vortex, Shaladashel had always existed in the Broken Isles and was in peace.
The Alliance has yet to capture Surama, not to mention Saradahir in the black heart woodland in the more northwestern corner of the Broken Isles.
However, in the spiritual blueprint of Azeroth, the emerald dream, Saradahir has been safe and sound.
At this point, Ysera saw a dragon.
Her face was rather bad, and a nightmare sound made in her red lips: "Nisandra ..."
Duke was also sighing.
Nisandra was the guardian of the tree of the world in the Emerald Dream.
As a member of the Green Dragon Legion, when this mysterious corrupted nightmare devoured Saradahir in the dream, the sleeping guardian was also devoured by corruption.
Today, Nisandra is only the afterglow of the past, plunged into the plague, always ready to devour any fool who dares to enter her lair.
"Well," that is an angry roar!
On this dragon, the shadow of the green dragon is long gone.
The once beautiful green scales all showed a pale gray matter. It seems to be weathered at any time, and then crumbles on the spot.
Ysera pouted, which made her feel uncomfortable, because this nightmare dragon reminded her of her former ancestor ...
Nesandra felt threatened and she spit out dirty drool as soon as she came up.
Although I wanted to define it as Dragon Breath, it was too disgusting.
Green, mixed with a large number of viscous liquids of small and large worm limbs, is even worse than the water that pigs eat.
This is also a corrosive vomit.
Duke reached out a stroke, and a translucent purple-blue arcane curtain wall immediately appeared above them.
With your fingers a little further forward, a mage's hand full of the size of a tank appeared out of thin air. As soon as it was pushed, the wall of arcane art moved forward immediately.
The group was swooping in, and the rotting breath that was pouring down like a baseball being hit back, issued a "cross" in the air, and bounced back at a faster speed.
Nisandra had no time to dodge, and was poured directly by his rotten breath.
This left her with a little sensation a little confused.
As a stand-up entry-level boss, Nissandra's stunts are really good.
If it was the Earthworm at the time of the Burning Expedition, perhaps her corrosive breath would bring enough chaos to the mortal hero.
And that's it.
"Duke, don't torture her. Let her rest, even if it is already her aftermath ..." Ysera begged.
"Um." Duke raised his finger, and more arcane bunds appeared around Nisandra.
This is to isolate her from breathing out and launching a corrosion attack.
"Roaring" Nissandra opened her claws, attempting to open the arcane curtain walls with rhinoceros-like sharp corners on her faucet.
It's a pity that Duke's wrists were awkward, and an arcane light rope that at least three people wanted to appear suddenly appeared around her. One face entangled her hind legs.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, she fell to the ground with great embarrassment.
She screamed wildly. At this moment, countless three rounds of motorcycle-sized green beetles began to dig out from all sides of the land. They uttered a whistle, and the tide rushed to two Duke .
Duke snapped his fingers!
An ice storm rose immediately.
Just listening to the sound of "ping-ping-pong-ping" for a while, similar to the sound of glass smashing, the two looked obliquely from the top of their heads, and saw countless snow-white large ice cubes flying away.
Hundreds of thousands of large beetles instantly became ice sculptures, and then more frost elements covered them, making them ice cubes.
Eventually it was smashed into **** by the storm in midair.
With Duke and Ysera as the center, 30 meters in diameter is like a crystal rain, and countless ice crystals with insect limbs falling down one after another, but a layer of ice and snow was laid on the ground.
Only then did Ysera realize that Nissandra was not moving.
The huge dragon body turned into a huge ice sculpture.
It seems only in this state that Ysera can find the beautiful shadow of her past from this beautiful subordinate in the past.
"Click!" The ice sculpture burst.
A large ice-cast dragon exploded completely into tens of thousands of large and small irregular fragments.
"It's over?" Ysera was still a little unbelieving.
"Well. No pain."
This is not a level contest, and there is nothing to boast of in itself.
But after the ice sculpture was broken, a bright orange-red glow caught Duke's attention.
"this is……"
In Azeroth, orange only represents a quality artifact.
