Chapter 787 39. Nightmare Expulsion Battle (Part 2)
"I am the manifestation of nightmares! The shadow of despair! I am... the tyrant of dreams!"
In the dark sky of the Emerald Dream, in the dark red ominous light curtain, the huge body of Eranikus, the king of dreams who was completely nightmarish, roared and flew across the battlefield. Seeing the undead formation below spit out strange smoke, those black smoke-like things fell into the ground, and a distorted nightmare appeared on the land plowed by the artillery fire. These intangible things made Dark Blade's The firepower advantage was also suppressed to a minimum.
And behind Eranikus, there are dozens of dream dragons infected by the nightmare. These guys are not as powerful as the nightmare tyrant, but they are giant dragons after all, with extremely strong physical fitness and corrosive breath. With the arrival of these guys, the Dark Blade Legion, which pushed the Nightmare all the way, fell into a bitter fight.
"Shoot it down! Knock these bastards down!"
The dwarf sub-death lord Barton, who was the commander of the tank force, was wearing a helmet, standing on the steam tank and roaring frantically. When the time comes, those machine guns will roar and fire.
The armor-piercing shells specially prepared for these flying monsters are staggered in the air. Every volley can penetrate the bodies of those unlucky ones, tear their wings, and make those nightmare dragons fall to the ground. Behemoths have amazing resilience in a high concentration of nightmare power, and their fall to the ground does not mean they lose their combat effectiveness.
A nightmare dragon with its wings torn apart roared, facing the bombardment of machine guns and grenades, and rushed to the front of the tank position. While the blood was being sprayed, the tank weighing more than ten tons was grabbed abruptly and thrown towards the center of the battlefield.
Again, for these predators at the top of the food chain in Azeroth, no matter how well prepared they are, there will always be casualties.
"Damn dragon!"
Lord Barton saw that his beloved tank was destroyed. The irritable dwarf death knight pushed away the orc knight behind him. He lifted the heavy cannon on the top of the tank. The irritable lord pointed the cannon at the nightmare dragon raging in the position. Amidst the low roar of bullets, the eyes of the nightmare dragon were blown out, and the entire head was torn apart in ten seconds of shooting. It took less than half.
"boom"
The machine gun that had been emptied of bullets was thrown aside, and the sub-death lord Barton, who let out a bad breath, straightened his helmet viciously. He looked back at the chaotic battlefield ahead, and the dwarf's sinister eyes rolled away. Turning around, he turned back and shouted to the orderly in the tank:
"Let the lads fill the holy silver armor-piercing bullets!"
"But sir, special bullets must be used in emergencies!"
The orderly retorted, only to hear the irritable dwarf sub-lord scold:
"Bastard! It's an emergency now, so you can use it! Don't talk so much nonsense!"
A few minutes later, one-third of the tank's machine guns were replaced with special bullets. Under Button's order, countless silver lights spewed out from the muzzles of those heavy machine guns. The armor-piercing ammunition is very precious, it is a special bullet prepared by the Dark Blade Legion for special battlefields, because this thing also has great restraint on the undead itself, and it is a terrifying existence that will destroy the low-level undead, so it is generally used Will not use it.
But this expensive gadget is really brilliant in this place. In this round of holy silver bullets, more than 7 nightmare dragons fell to the ground screaming. These holy silver bullets pierced the body of the nightmare dragon , caused terrible purification damage to these monsters that had been corrupted by the nightmare, and this super powerful result made the dwarf who had been observing the battlefield elated, and he shouted to let the soldiers prepare for the second round of shooting.
But at this moment, an emaciated human wearing a black uniform and wrapped in cold mist appeared behind Barton. He reached out and pressed the violent dwarf's shoulder, and stopped Barton's order in a deep voice:
"General Patton, take your steel monsters to suppress those low-level creatures."
The guy who appeared suddenly glanced at the nightmare dragons roaring in the sky with his blue eyes, and then showed a strange smile. He said to the dwarf sub-lord in a disgusting tone:
"Then I and my warriors will take over the battlefield... After all, only dragons can fight dragons."
Barton patted the guy's hand on his shoulder away in disgust, and the dwarf shouted with some dissatisfaction:
"Bastard, Nefarian, my boys and I were close to defeating those damned dragons, and you came to take our victory! I will not go! I will kill these stupid dragons!"
"This is an order from Saurfang, you can complain to him!"
Seeing that the dwarves disobeyed orders, the face of Nefarian, the commander of the Frost Dragons, also became gloomy. Even after his death, the black dragon prince who was resurrected by Tyrion himself still maintained the haughty disposition of the former king of black stone. , he said impatiently:
"My battle group and I have more important missions in Northrend, bastard, but I still have to find time to come here to help you fight, don't push your nose and face, you stupid and stubborn dwarf! Go hit you I will take over the battle here!"
After finishing speaking, Nefarian waved his fingers forward, and his low and dead voice spread across the battlefield at this moment:
"Skeleton dragons! Take to the skies...defeat these feeble living!"
In the roar of the Frost Dragon King, a terrifying bone dragon covered in frost flapped its wings and roared into the battlefield from behind the ground position. There were black dragons, red dragons, and blue dragons among them. After the Dark Blade Legion, the former identities are meaningless. After shedding the shackles of flesh and blood and being filled with the cold power of death, these dead dragons have new identities.
They built their own army within the Dark Blade Legion. Currently, there are two battle groups with a total of 4,500 Frost Dragons. Nefarian, the commander of the Frost Dragons, is not satisfied with this faction, which can rival any Aspect Dragon. With the power of the Legion, he has been seeking the Dark Blade Legion to enter the Dragonbone Wilderness, so that he can resurrect more bone dragons in the Tomb of the Dragon.
Nefarian is still an ambitious guy after his death. He is eager to have his own place in the Dark Blade. He is even more eager to make the Frost Dragon a new race independent of the dragon race of Azeroth, but in Before that, he had to find a way to solve the defect that the frost dragon could not reproduce.
The good news is that Nefarian, who has been busy in Northrend for the past few years, recently heard that Tyrion, the Lord of the Dark Blade, 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 short period of time. Under the absolute superiority in numbers, those green dragons corrupted by the nightmare were quickly defeated. On the battlefield in the sky, the fierce frost dragons who are not afraid of pain are besieging the nightmare dragons in groups of three or four. Every moment, the nightmare dragons with their wings torn apart and falling into the ground are screaming, but then It will be swarmed up by the merciless bone dragons and completely eliminated.
Nefarian is not here to do good things... These green dragons killed by the frost dragon will also join his frost dragon battle group after a period of repair, so to be precise, this giant Commander Long came to the Emerald Dreamland to "recruit troops".
But there are always some guys that ordinary bone dragons can't deal with...
"boom"
A huge frost dragon was grabbed by the terrifying Eranikus claws, and it was torn into three pieces in the air. Seeing the dream tyrant raging around, Nefarian's eyes changed. He became more and more gloomy, and he took a few steps forward. With a deep roar, Nefarian also turned into a bone dragon and rushed into the sky, fighting with Eranikus himself.
The King of Dreams has a body length of about 150 meters, and Nefarian has been infused with the power of death all year round after becoming a frost dragon, and his body length is also 120 meters. It is not the opponent of the manic Eranikus, but considering that the Frost Dragon has a decisive numerical advantage after all, the defeat of the Dream Tyrant is probably only a matter of time.
On the other side, under the leadership of the steam tank troops, the Dark Blade Legion, which quickly captured the Nightmare position, also encountered another thorny problem.
"Aww!"
With the howl of mad wolves resounding in the destroyed forest, the wolf spirit Goldrinn, whose body was transformed into a nightmare, rushed through the battle line of the Dark Blade Legion like a gust of blood, and three steam tanks were caught by the wolf spirit's claws. The wind blade he was carrying was cut open, and Saurfang, who was trying to stop it, was knocked into the air. A moment later, the death lord Safarur who rose from the ground pulled off his torn helmet, and he Staring at the wolf spirit in front of him, he turned his head and spat.
"Pooh"
The orc lord held the battle ax in both hands, and once again roared and rushed towards the nightmarish demigod in the wilderness in front of him. The battlefield where one man fought with one gun was covered by dark red wind blades and withered death energy in an instant. .
Speaking of which, the orc death lord Saurfang is indeed powerful enough to crush most of the living warriors, but the opponent in front of him is one of the 15 demigods of the wilderness in Azeroth... and he is one of all wilderness gods One of the most capable of fighting among the demigods, this is a good opponent, but the problem is that no matter who wins or loses, this battle will last for a long time.
"Do you want to call for backup?"
Because of Goldrinn's sudden appearance, the blood lord of the Dark Blade, Seven Severn, who was blocked on the way, looked back at his companion Autumn. 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 Dark Blade, but this time because they are very curious about the magical composition of the Emerald Dream, the two of them also joined the battle group.
Facing Seven's question, Autumn rolled his eyes:
"Support? Who do you ask for support? The one in front of you is a demigod. It's useless to call a few death lords over, not to mention that you don't know Saurfang's obsession with fighting. Not only does he not appreciate your support, And complain that we are busy..."
"Why don't you ask the boss to come over?"
Seven hesitated for a moment, and asked again. Autumn glanced at the fiery battle scene in front of him, and he shrugged:
"Boss is very busy and probably won't be able to spare time...Speaking of which, facing the current situation in Azeroth, we really lack some high-end combat power."
During the conversation between the two blood lords, a new change suddenly occurred in the battle situation. With a low roar that suddenly appeared, the nightmare wolf spirit Goldrin, who was about to surprise Saurfang, was brutally beaten by a bear claw that suddenly appeared. The shot flew out.
In the flash of several emerald halos, almost all the demigods of the wilderness who had just been resurrected in the present world appeared on the battlefield. The giant bear Ursoc who had just shot the wolf spirit away looked at the wolf spirit Goldrinn who was infected by the nightmare. A trace of sadness flashed in its bright eyes. Beside it, Agamaggan lowered his head, and the moment he appeared, he launched a wave of charges, sending Goldrinn who was not on his footing firmly flying a few more times.
"Gah!"
Ansu's signature scream rang through the infected jungle:
"Dead spirits! Go fight your battles, and let the demigods resolve the battle between demigods."
Saurfang, who was interrupted from the battle, was a little upset, but considering the goal of the Dark Blade, the orc death lord snorted, picked up his battle ax and was about to leave, but before leaving the battlefield, Saurfang looked back Looking at Ansu, he said softly:
"Don't forget what you promised the great lord..."
Ansu glared at Saurfang very dissatisfied, then looked at the wolf spirit Goldrinn surrounded by demigods, and lowered his voice:
"Don't worry, what should be given to Tyrion will always come to him."
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"The Queen of Dreams is back!"
Ysera flapped her wings surrounded by a green halo, and slowly landed on the top of the Dream Tower. Seeing the return of the awakened who had been missing for many days, the rebels who still persisted in the positions around the Dream Tower cheered happily.
They have observed the battle breaking out in the depths of the Nightmare Field, and they think it is the reinforcements brought back by the Awakened, and it may be other Aspects from Wyrmrest Temple who joined the battle.
This is undoubtedly a real booster for the rebels who have been besieged by the nightmare for several days, are exhausted and desperate, and cannot escape the nightmare war because the nodes in the world are closed.
"Awakened, you have brought back reinforcements, Nightmare is about to fail, right?"
The Archdruid Korda Steel Claw, who was severely injured in the previous war, asked hopefully. Looking at Steel Claw's eyes, Ysera really couldn't tell the truth. She sighed and hugged The Kaldorei Archdruid, she whispered:
"That's right, I brought back powerful reinforcements, and the war in the Emerald Dream will end today... But Koda, and Shaun, have some bad news, and I have to tell you all."
"The Kaldorei were attacked by the Naga and the undead at the same time, and the Archdruid Malfurion died on the spot. Although in the end, under the leadership of Tyrande, the elves paid a great price and drove out the invaders , but...but the World Tree was burned down."
"You, what did you say?"
This terrifying news made the Cenarion Druids in the dream tower feel like they were struck by lightning, but Ysera didn't give them much time to question and think. She raised her hands, wrapped in the power of the dream, The awakened one said softly:
"Thank you, heroes, thank you for everything you have done for the Emerald Dream, but the world that has been hit hard needs you more than this place..."
"Believe me, the Emerald Dream will soon return to peace. At that time, this world will welcome you as before, but now...you have to leave..."
The power of the authority of the dream enveloped the entire dream tower and the surrounding land that had not yet been occupied by the nightmare. Those heroes who persisted until the end in the siege of the nightmare were sent back to the present world under the light of the light curtain, and after finishing all this After that, Ysera looked back at the green dragons who were still behind her, and she whispered sadly:
"Soldiers of the Dream Legion, what I'm going to say next is top secret! Without my permission, no one can reveal the details of today's war to mortals!"
"What I brought back was not the reinforcements from Wyrmrest Temple...but the Darkblade Undead. Today, life and death will stand on the same front."
"I know this sounds incomprehensible, but no matter how much you hate the undead, at least today, they are our trusted comrades in arms... Now, in the name of the Green Dragon Queen, I need you to go to the battlefield immediately, to fight for the Dark Blade The battle group guides the direction, and captures the fortress of Nightmare at the fastest speed!"
"Go!"