Chapter 1032 Dream Guide

Malfurion's almost immediate instinctive reaction was - trap!

The enemy has a ghost-like guy who has already seen through everything.

But Malfurion's second reaction was - impossible!

It's simple, because the green arrow is actually made of the power of the Emerald Dream.

It stands to reason that the Emerald Dream should be a special space unique to Azeroth. Apart from the green dragon clan, the only people who have mastered the technology of sneaking into the Emerald Dream are the night elves' druids. In fact, even Malfurion, who was the disciple of the demigod Cenarius, was only a half-baked infiltrator. How could the Burning Legion, who had just arrived, possess such skills?

This is not a skill that is passed on casually.

The demigod Malorne the white deer and the moon goddess Elune gave birth to the demigod Cenarius, and Cenarius's adoptive mother was Ysera, the green dragon queen. Relying on this important relationship, Cenarius mastered the technique of sneaking into the Emerald Dream, and taught Malfurion, the first generation of druids, the 'Emerald Dream Stealth Technique'.

Malfurion couldn't have imagined that there would be a monster from ten thousand years in the future. He had only entered the Emerald Dream once and had seen Ysera use it several times to attack Neltharion, the death wing. He actually used the system wizard to count the dream attacks and figure out how to use the dream power.

Duke couldn't easily let himself wander like Malfurion. After all, entering the Emerald Dream requires very strong mental strength. Or, like Malfurion, obtain legal access to Ysera. Either he could learn from Xavius, the Nightmare King in later generations, and forcibly pollute the Emerald Dream with his filthy evil power, breaking through the dream and entering on his own.

But when it comes to the use of various mysterious powers, Malfurion can't even keep up with Duke! Use mental power to solidify mental power similar to the power of dreams, and spread it between reality and the Emerald Dream. It's so easy.

If it were another situation, Malfurion wouldn't dare to go deep into it at all.

He saw a small Chinese character '无' in the lower right corner of the green arrow!

none! ?

Malfurion's soul suddenly trembled, and he immediately realized what this meant.

Those were the words of a human named Roddick. When he and Tyrande asked who the being who infiltrated the Burning Legion was, Roddick said cryptically: "For the safety of Master, I cannot tell you who he is. But he will leave a mark. To identify friend and foe, that mark is 'nothing'!"

Malfurion remembered this strange character deeply.

Roddick said this: "My master is a legendary figure who can transform the power of darkness into light even if he is cursed by the darkness of the Burning Legion. Of course, you Kaldorei can choose not to believe him. But you have no idea. If there is no other way, you might as well consider accepting my master’s guidance.”

At this moment, Malfurion, on the one hand, was impressed by the power of the legendary figure who called himself "Nothing". On the other hand, he was shocked to find that he did not have many choices.

Those eyeball-like demons floating in the void gave him a very bad feeling, as if he would be discovered if he got close.

Now, he shoulders an army of 300,000, and even the future of the entire night elves.

Hesitation or discovery will directly lead to the failure of this war.

If Ravencrest's army is completely destroyed, it is unknown whether a second large-scale army can be organized. After all, Queen Azshara has a reputation of righteousness. If the Queen looked down and even made a promise to the people, how many night elves would be left with the will to fight?

Malfurion couldn't imagine it.

He can only gamble!

His soul travels through a semi-illusory green dream, wandering between reality and illusion. Follow the arrow and enter the palace.

At first, he was more careful and sent out his own senses in the dream to see if there were any enemies in the directions with big 'crosses'.

Soon he almost got hit.

The two beholders cast their gaze on his sensory tentacles and almost captured his mental power.

This frightened Malfurion greatly.

Even if he was reluctant, he could only continue walking as instructed.

Those green dream imprints are very subtle. In addition to guiding the direction, there are also signs such as prohibition of travel, narrowing of the road ahead, and attention to the top of your head. There is even a patrol countdown. Even the beholder's sight range and patrol route are marked out for Malfurion.

Where does this 'nothing' fit into the Burning Legion?

This is not information that a team leader or the like can master.

Malfurion was secretly shocked as he continued to move forward.

There are many twists and turns, and sometimes, in order to avoid a beholder in an excellent position, you have to take a detour of more than 200 meters to pass a short straight road of only 10 meters.

In this way, without any danger, Malfurion's wandering spirit finally arrived in front of a mage tower.

He suddenly recognized that this was the bastard Mage Tower of Xavius!

Just as he was about to follow the mark and enter the mage tower, Malfurion was suddenly stunned.

He saw three huge signs outside the gate of the Mage Tower.

Along the way, he has basically distinguished the identification levels assigned by this 'Wu' to demons of all levels. For example, yellow represents ordinary demons, and the silver dragon logo represents rare elites. But when he came here, Malfurion saw three completely different marks.

One he recognized, it was the mark representing the Sun Master in the Kaldorei Empire. That obviously represented Xavius, the Queen's chief advisor.

The other two are demonic black shadows with a slim female appearance. The black shadow holds a staff and has two black sun frames on its head. Inside is a white skull with red eyes, a particularly eye-catching mark!

"Two lord-level demons? Or succubi or warlocks?"

Malfurion knew the biggest trouble was coming.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.

There are many lights and shadows, and psychedelic colors are everywhere. Powerful space seals and various magic seals left only a few narrow passages in the spacious mage tower. If Malfurion wasn't a special being who wasn't even a ghost in the real world, he wouldn't be able to touch this place at all.

Malfurion wandered around the wizard's tower, searching for anything he could see that looked like a seal. He must seize the time. Every minute and every second, more night elves are being sacrificed simply because Malfurion failed to destroy the seal blocking the magical branch of the Well of Immortality faster.

Although in the Emerald Dream, just looking at the surrounding environment, it was impossible for Malfurion to know how fast time was passing. But he knew that time passed much slower in dreams than in the outside world.

He fell into deep sleep before the army set off last night.

Now I'm afraid the army has begun to engage in battle.