Stratholme God

Chapter 1423 Dreamland Powerhouse (Tactical Backward)

"Bastard Illidan! Why didn't you tell me..." Tyrande held her forehead, and she felt a headache.

"I don't know his character." McDonnell shrugged.

"Hey! Maybe he is not as evil as he appears on the surface. As a childhood sweetheart, I hope he is on the side of justice. But ah! Until it is proved that he is a spy who sneaked into the Burning Legion, he is still our Kado Ray's great traitor."

Illidan did too many bad things, and quite a few of them involved the newly rising draenei forces in the alliance.In the absence of hard evidence, there is no way to wash away this.

Tyrande wouldn't bother to do any of that either.

The reforms implemented within the night elves were enough for her to worry about.

Brother Stormrage?I love it!She's had enough of these two scumbags.

McDonnell didn't know what to do, and when he mentioned Brother Stormrage in front of Tyrande, he always had a wonderful sense of accomplishment.

Cough!

far away!
At present, the focus is still on the crisis of the Emerald Dream.

Tyrande came here this time mainly to ask, "Can the druids observe the situation of the Emerald Dream?"

This request made McDonald a little difficult.

"You know, Trident's methods are really different. Believe me, once you see what they have done, any druid with good intentions will greatly reduce their trust in Trident, and even in me. And a good feeling for the league."

Tyrande frowned: "However, Druids are more fanatical about defending the Emerald Dream than ordinary people can understand. I can't hold it back!"

For McDonnell, a Druid is, in a sense, a being that is a god on one side and a devil on the other.

Promoting the nature of harmony in nature is good, and druids have done a great job in healing lands corrupted by the Scourge.However, when he promoted the industrial revolution and strengthened the alliance's combat power, many stubborn druids jumped out again to block Tyrande's industrialization of military industry.

McDonnell shook his head: "Well, my family will just say it straight, let them swear by their beliefs, not to reveal half a word of what they saw. Then, I will select relatively less exciting clips for them have a look."

Tyrande noticed the word 'excerpt' sensitively.

She was slightly taken aback: "Can you directly contact most of the frontline Trident soldiers?"

McDonnell's facial muscles twitched slightly: "Quite a few of them are spiritual masters. If a certain part of the Emerald Dream has not completely turned into a nightmare state, the 'dream' can still be transmitted."

Not too entangled, after a brief discussion, the Cenarion Council bosses headed by Hamuul Runetotem collectively passed through the portal and came to visit Golden Sword Port.

In the military meeting hall, there are three floors, 12 on each floor, and 36 magical mirror images with a screen size of about 60 inches.Every picture is a dream front.

The battle in the dream left the druids stunned.

For example, in a certain scene, [Bashu Yanyun] walked slowly in the green woods with the characteristics of the Emerald Dream at the beginning.

Suddenly, the nearby green trees swished upwards, and at the same time, their shapes mutated, turning the surroundings into a large group of satyrs.

However, this trident operator didn't stop his steps and didn't look back, as if he couldn't see the group of satyrs at all.

As a bystander, even Hamuul could feel the evil energy surrounding him. He felt the coldness of his vest becoming more and more obvious and intense!
Just when Hamuul felt that his body was getting stiff.

[Bashu Yanyun] walking in the satyr group seems to be caught by the hands of countless invisible ghosts, and the whole person is suspended in the air
Just when the audience thought that this operator was about to lose his hold, suddenly, another operator's voice came out from the mirror image.

"Caught you!"

The picture in the mirror changed suddenly, and the scene of the Emerald Forest that Druids knew well came into their eyes again.

And the illusory mutation before, and the satyr cluster disappeared like a punctured blurred bubble.

At this moment, all the images in the screen seemed to have a sense of reality, but a strange cold and wet feeling seemed to rush across the space.

Only then did everyone see that a faceless man was bound like a net by a cloud of equally evil black air.

The hunter becomes the prey.

His figure was immediately crushed, squeezed, and stirred.

It is clear that there are colorful flying clouds floating in the sky of the dream, but the situation of the faceless man reminds people of colorful flying clouds.

Correct!
It's such a messy ugly thing.

A few seconds later, a human figure condensed in the emptiness, [Laughing Buddha] put on gloves, and dug through the mud-like limbs of the Faceless Man, picking out something resembling an octopus.

That was the head of the Faceless One.

"Say! Where is Xavis?" He pressed.

The Faceless Man formed a structure similar to a human face, showing a theoretically joking expression, and said: "Idiot! You are the one who was caught in the trap."

At this moment, the landscape in the magic mirror is on the other side.

The watching druids immediately understood that this operator was forcibly drawn into another nightmare!

What surprised them the most was that the operator didn't even need to do anything, just looking at the confident expression on his face, it was clear that he was very sure that his state was fine.

Even though the woods around him had suddenly unscientifically turned into tide-like shadows rushing towards him, and there were even countless terrifying mouthparts and tentacles stretched out towards him in the shadows.

but……

He seemed to be strolling in a garden, took two steps leisurely, and then took out something that a druid would never understand.

McDonald is willing to hold his forehead—what kind of obsession is it that he designs the appearance of his mental power core trigger device as... a hot pot soup bag?
【Laughing Buddha】Laughing: "Mandarin duck pot is the last bottom line of the spicy party!"

In the next moment, when the thing in his hand that condensed the highly concentrated mental power suddenly spread out in the dream, there were screams of all sizes from around.

That stuff was outrageous, like a can of paint spilled on a painting.

When a large number of spiritual energy bombs, which are a mixture of restraints, mind flayers, and beholders, explode, the effect is no different from dropping a tactical nuclear bomb.

"Bam—"

The scenes in the entire nightmare space were all distorted, and a large blank space directly burst out on the magic mirror image.

The druids were dumbfounded again.

Hamuul: "Are they doing this? Won't they completely destroy their own spirits?"

McDonald was so embarrassed, how should he explain it?
The clones are just the control objects of their mental projections, and what is projected to the Emerald Dream is not their souls, but a piece of mental power that is ready to be thrown out.

It's just so realistic that the druids thought it was the real soul of the sand sculpture player entering it.

(End of this chapter)