Chapter 2013 Destruction Is Also Liberation

"However, no matter who it is, it is impossible not to be affected here!" Ysera said with great certainty.

"I'm affected!" Duke tapped his temple, then scratched it with his fingers. His right hand, which became translucent, pulled out an illusory 'human skin' that was exactly the same as the outline of his face on the side of his head.

No, that's not human skin, it's like a three-dimensional projection that looks like Duke.

For a moment, Ysera thought Duke was playing with magic mirror.

She immediately confirmed that it was also a spiritual fragment with soul material.

"I made my spiritual sea into a layered spherical defense system. Every time a certain layer is contaminated by the Emerald Nightmare, I discard this layer of spiritual shield."

Ysera stood on the spot and said immediately: "But you will still be damaged."

"Yes! As long as I stay here, I will continue to be attacked by the entire nightmare world. So I am trying to find the fulcrum of this world, or to replace the attacker behind the scenes and serve as the core of the source of corruption."

"Can you find it?" Ysera was surprised.

"It's not whether it can be done, but I've already found it. Come on -" Duke turned to the left, and Ysera quickly followed.

Duke stepped slowly on the somewhat unreal red ground, but the scenery in front of him changed rapidly.

Duke pressed lightly on the void with his left hand, and one huge landscape after another turned into something like molten wax in front of one person and one dragon, disappearing into the void.

The scene changes.

Soon, the shadow of a towering tree appeared in front of them.

"This is... Saradrassil?" Ysera was a little stunned.

Duke raised his head slightly.

What X Dashil is, is actually the World Tree planted by a group of night elf druids, one after another, one after another.

After the Ancient War 10,000 years ago, Azeroth underwent tremendous changes, and the ancient continent of Kalimdor exploded.

The druid survivors in the Broken Isles wanted to heal Azeroth by planting the World Tree, so they planted Shaladrassil in Val'sharah.

Before the time of "Legion", although the Broken Isles region was shrouded and surrounded by the power of the Maelstrom, Shaladrassil had always existed in the Broken Isles and lived in peace.

The Alliance has yet to capture Suramar, let alone Shaladrassil in the Blackheart Grove in the northwest corner of the Broken Isles.

However, in the Emerald Dream, the spiritual blueprint of Azeroth, Saradrassil has always been safe and sound.

At this time, Ysera saw a dragon.

Her face looked quite bad, and she made a sound like she was talking in her sleep from her red lips: "Nissandra..."

Duke sighed too.

Nysandra was once the guardian of Shardrassil, the World Tree in the Emerald Dream.

As a member of the Green Dragonflight, when this mysterious nightmare of corruption swallowed up Shaladrassil in the dream, the sleeping guardian was also swallowed up by the corruption.

Nythandra is now a mere shadow of her past, mired in plague and ready to devour any fool who dares venture deep into her lair.

"Ouch——" That was an angry roar!

The green dragon can no longer be seen on this giant dragon.

The once beautiful green scales all took on a pale gray matter. It looks like it will be weathered at any time and then fall apart on the spot.

Ysera pursed her lips, which made her feel quite uncomfortable, because this nightmare dragon reminded her of herself as an ancestral dragon...

Nissandra felt threatened and spat out dirty saliva as soon as she came up.

Although I'd love to define it as dragon's breath, it's just too disgusting.

It was a green, viscous liquid mixed with a large number of insect limbs, large and small, and smelled worse than the rancid water eaten by pigs.

This is also a corrosive breath.

Duke reached out and swiped, and a translucent purple-blue arcane curtain immediately appeared above their heads.

Moving his finger forward a little further, a mage's hand the size of a tank appeared out of thin air. As soon as it pushed, the arcane wall immediately moved forward.

The mass was swooping over, and the rotten breath poured down on the head was like a baseball being hit back. It made a "cross" sound in mid-air and bounced back at a faster speed.

Nishandra had no time to dodge, and was directly doused with her own rotten breath.

This confused her, who no longer had much sense.

As a stand-up entry-level boss, Nissandra's stunts are truly admirable.

If she were a bastard at the time of [The Burning Crusade], perhaps her corrosive breath would bring enough chaos to mortal heroes.

That's all.

"Duke, don't torture her. Let her rest in peace, even if this is her afterimage..." Ysera pleaded.

"Yeah." Duke raised his finger, and more arcane barriers appeared around Nishandra.

This cuts off the possibility of her breathing outward and launching corrosive attacks.

"Ho-Ho--" Nysandra bared her teeth and claws, trying to push open these arcane walls with the rhinoceros-like horns on her dragon's head.

Unfortunately, Duke made a move, and suddenly an arcane light rope that required at least three people to hug appeared around her. One encounter entangled her two hind legs.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, she fell to the ground in embarrassment.

She let out an animalistic scream, and at this moment, countless green beetles the size of three-wheeled motorcycles began to emerge from the ground in all directions. They made squeaking sounds and swarmed towards the two Dukes. .

Duke snapped his fingers!

An ice storm immediately arose.

There was a continuous "ping ping ping ping" sound, similar to the sound of breaking glass. The two of them looked out diagonally above their heads and saw countless large snow-white ice cubes being thrown away.

Hundreds of large beetles instantly turned into ice sculptures, and then more frost elements covered them, turning them into ice cubes.

Finally, it was crushed into ice slag by the storm in mid-air.

With Duke and Ysera as the center, there was a crystal rain thirty meters in diameter. Countless ice crystals filled with insect limbs fell one after another, and a layer of ice and snow residue was spread on the ground.

At this time, Ysera was shocked to find that Nissandra had stopped moving.

The huge dragon body turned into a huge ice sculpture.

It seems that only in this state, Ysera can find the shadow of her past beauty from this beautiful subordinate of the past.

"Crack!" The ice sculpture exploded.

The huge dragon made of ice completely exploded into tens of thousands of large and small irregular fragments.

"It's over?" Ysera still felt a little unbelievable.

"Yeah. No pain."

This is not a leveled contest, and there is nothing worth bragging about in itself.

But after the ice sculpture shattered, a bright orange-red light attracted Duke's attention.

"This is……"

In Azeroth, orange represents only one equipment quality—artifacts.