Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In a forest in the Emerald Dream, thick fog shrouded the area.

"Feel the pain~"

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying with it whispers of resentment.

Malfurion was indeed in pain and could not move at all at this moment.

Endless pain was tormenting him...

Malfurion was ambushed by Xavius ​​in the Emerald Dream, became his prisoner, and then turned into a tree by him!

What Malfurion found most difficult to accept was the posture that Xavius ​​posed to him!

His arms were twisted near his head, with his fingers stretched out in different directions. Sharp thorny leaves grew from his arms and fingers that had turned into branches. His waist turned into a strangely bent tree trunk, and his legs turned into crooked tree roots.

He turned into a withered ash tree and stood in this stiff and still posture for a long, long time!

Malfurion struggles against this pain every day.

Xavius ​​closed his senses, except for his eyes, because the demon wanted him to see the changes in himself and his desperate fate.

In order to divert his attention from the endless pain, Malfurion began to recall the days when he and Tyrande grew up together, especially when the two expressed their love to each other, Malfurion even forgot the pain in his body.

Occasionally he would think of his rebellious younger brother. Illidan possessed outstanding magical talent, but he was reckless and did things without considering the consequences, which made his brother worry a lot.

As he thought about it, Malfurion found that these memories gave him some strength.

The next moment, he seemed to see Tyrande!

She was wrapped in a layer of silver moonlight. It was Elune who guided his lover to save him!

However, when Tyrande saw Malfurion's current appearance clearly, obvious disgust was revealed in her beautiful eyes, and she took a few steps back.

“It’s…disgusting!”

The Archdruid's heart was broken by these disgusting words from his beloved!

But the pain obviously continues.

In addition to Tyrande, a second figure appeared. His tall body had a bare chest, and only the arcane tattoo shone with green light representing the power of evil.

On top of its head were a pair of huge, curved ram's horns, and on its back grew a pair of huge leather wings from its shoulder blades.

His features were distorted, his jaw more prominent, his mouth full of sharp teeth, and his dark blue hair hanging down around his face.

A piece of cloth covered his eyes, and two balls of burning green light could be vaguely seen in his eye sockets.

It’s Illidan, his half-demon brother!

"I have already told you, my dear Tyrande, that Malfurion is not the man you expect..."

"My beloved Illidan!" Tyrande called Illidan enthusiastically, but her eyes were full of disgust as she looked at the withered tree of Malfurion.

"Illidan, look at him... he looks like a dog!"

When Malfurion heard this, his heart was even more broken!

However, this is not over yet.

The next moment, Illidan put his arm around Tyrande's shoulders and hugged her with his hands with twisted claws. Tyrande happily threw herself into Illidan's arms.

Illidan then lifted Tyrande's chin with his crooked claws: "My beloved... let us become one..."

The two embraced each other.

Malfurion's heart changed from pieces to sand, and finally to powder...

Fortunately, he finally struggled out of the nightmare. Although he was still unable to move, at least he was free from that heartbreaking pain!

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In the Ashenvale corresponding to the Emerald Dream, Garin and his companions were resting in Astranaar.

This capital town of Grey Valley seemed much more deserted than the outside world. Apart from a few buildings, not a single person could be seen.

"call!"

Garin suddenly woke up from his rest. At that moment, he felt Malfurion's call.

"What's wrong, brother Jialin?"

"What happened, High Lord?"

After hearing the noise, Shandris brought four night elves, two men and two women, into Garin's house.

That's right. Four.

While waiting in Ashenvale, the other two of the Nightmare Four Green Dragons were also captured by Garin. Emeriss and Ysondre were female dragons, while Taerar and Lethon were male dragons.

All we can say is that the four green dragons of nightmare have not yet taken shape, and their bodies have not been completely corroded by the nightmare. They can still be used after purification. If we want to collect their souls and resurrect them after a few years, we can only find some green dragon eggs.

"I sensed Malfurion's presence, and after a while I could strongly feel that he was disappearing..."

Garin looked weird.

Just now he seemed to have glimpsed Malfurion's nightmare.

It’s so fucking exciting!

Malfurion Greenwind!

"We must hurry and rescue Malfurion as soon as possible."

The nightmare that struck the depths of his soul just now was probably not the first time Malfurion had experienced it.

Garin could feel his pain, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Xavius ​​was truly vicious, he had directly grasped Malfurion's weak spot and had been torturing him through one nightmare after another, making him more tired and more sensitive.

It is hard to imagine that Malfurion persisted for six or seven years in the original time and space, and even in torture he could transmit messages by extending the roots under his feet. Garin had to praise him: What a man!

"I know Malfurion is there, at the top of Mount Hyjal!"

Ysondre, who guards Ashenvale, said.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Agamaggan's savage chariot started again and began to climb Mount Hyjal with six people.

The journey was not smooth. The winding mountain road was filled with many shadow creatures that looked like Satyrs. They had horns and hooves, thick thighs and tails, and bodies and heads similar to those of night elves.

"What the hell is this!"

"It seems to be Shadow Satyr!"

Shandris had experienced the battle with the Satyrs and had seen those demonic creatures, but the shadows before her were obviously more terrifying than the Satyrs!

"Ignore them, Agamaggan, charge!"

Agamemnon didn't care and started to rush around relying on his huge size!

The number of shadow satyrs in front increased rapidly, and soon submerged the head of the boar demigod.