frightfiction Chapter 221 Attack, Emerald Dream!
Chapter 221 Attack, Emerald Dream!
Ardenweald,
This is a blue dreamland, and the dreamlike scenery is refreshing!
This is the land of resurgence managed by the Night Fae. The trees here are towering and all kinds of natural spirits are everywhere, giving people a feeling of tranquility and peace!
When Malfurion led 300,000 Cenarion troops and set foot on this natural land, he was also deeply attracted!
"The natural energy of this place is so dense that it has reached half of that of Moonlight Glade! This is incredible!"
Broll Bearmant on the side looked at the blue dream in front of him in amazement!
Malfurion took out a cigar from his pocket, and with a flicker of moonlight on his fingertips, he lit the cigar.
Take a deep breath.
He looked at the cigar in his hand and smiled.
“Compared to cigarettes, I still prefer this thing called cigars!
"Broll, would you like one?"
Malfurion tilted his head and asked Broll beside him,
This time, Malfurion brought most of the generals of the Cenarion Circle to conquer the Shadowlands!
He is very yearning for the Ardenweald in the Shadow Realm, and has a big plan in his mind!
If the druid's soul is bound to Ardenweald, then the druid will be immortal!
Died in battle in reality, resurrected in Ardenweald!
You can spread the druid's teachings throughout the universe!
Broll shook his head.
"I'm not impressed with this, Sensei!"
"Haha, it seems that your sister-in-law is very strict with your education!"
Broll paused when he heard this and scratched his head guiltily!
Malfurion smiled, it seemed that his guess was right!
Broll Bearmantle is one of the most talented feral druids, and he is very optimistic about him!
The Cenarion Circle is divided into four major factions.
A balanced system that focuses on spell damage, commonly known as bird druid!
The recovery system that focuses on healing is commonly known as healing druid!
The feral druid that mainly relies on physical attacks is commonly known as the feral druid!
The tank druid, known for its defense, is commonly known as the bear druid!
The entire Cenarion Circle is the only force in the Dark Night Empire that is capable of both offense, defense and healing!
After admiring the scenery of Ardenweald for a while, Malfurion's eyes gradually turned cold.
"Eleretha Levral!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a female night elf quickly walked out of the camp!
She is the Archdruid Reflair, at the pinnacle of the legendary realm!
She has short green hair and purple skin. Like most night elf women, she is tall and elegant, but she is obviously battle-hardened, with lavender scars crisscrossing her skin.
Her body is strong and muscular, not frail.
"Marshal, please give me your orders!"
Just like her figure, she has a straightforward personality and acts decisively!
Malfurion looked at Leflair, one of his four disciples, and felt very satisfied!
"Leflar, lead an elite group to explore the way. If you encounter a small group of troops, you can choose to kill them. If you encounter a large group, do not act rashly and return to the base camp quickly!"
"Yes, Marshal, I promise to complete the mission!"
After saying that, Leflair immediately led a team of fifty elite druids towards the depths of Ardenweald!
Looking at the backs of Leflair and his group as they left, Malfurion looked a little worried!
"Teacher, are you worried?" Broll, who was very familiar with Malfurion, could see the worry in his teacher's eyes at a glance!
"Broll, I'm worried that she might get lost after killing so many people!"
"Uh……"
When Broll thought of Leflair's hot temper, he felt that his teacher was worrying too much!
"Ahem, teacher, don't worry, she is a great druid. How could she achieve such strength without a strong character?"
Malfurion glanced at him.
"According to what you said, teacher, am I worrying too much?"
"Uh... Hehe! It's the teacher's duty to care about the students. Hehe, teacher, you think I'm a bad mouth!"
Malfurion's mouth twitched. He was impressed by this shameless guy. No wonder he liked to turn into a bear!
As thick-skinned as a bear!
"I now realize that you were right to be born into the Bearskin family!"
Broll scratched his head when he heard this, not quite reacting. He then looked at his minotaur fellow.
"Hamuel, what do you mean, teacher? My last name is Bearskin!"
Hamuul's nose twitched.
He didn't want to answer, but because the other party was his senior brother, he answered the other party truthfully.
"Teacher means that your face is as thick as a bear's skin. You have no shame!"
Broll paused when he heard this, his mouth slightly opened, wanting to say something to refute? But it seemed that what the other party said made sense!
Suddenly, he remembered what the Emperor had said, and shouted to Malfurion's back,
"Being thick-skinned is also an advantage, teacher!"
Malfurion's eyes twitched when he heard the voice, and he stopped.
He murmured,
"Hurricane Thunder!"
"what!?"
Rumble, four bolts of lightning fell from the sky and struck Broll's body directly.
The original yellow-skinned elf turned into a black-skinned elf, and the green hair was also burnt black!
"puff……"
Broll exhaled a puff of smoke and muttered,
"Having thick skin does have some advantages. It doesn't hurt to be chopped... er..."
After saying that, Broll fainted!
Hamuul saw this and walked up to him, reaching out a hand and grasping Broll's ankle.
While dragging, he shook his head and said,
"You are as good as Lord Illidan!"
Broll, whose body was charred, couldn't help but tremble when he heard this!
The druids around couldn't help laughing. Everyone was used to Broll's bear skin!
Being chased and beaten by his wife, being struck by lightning from Lord Malfurion, and being dragged by Hamuul to heal his wounds are common occurrences!
However, many people couldn't help but show envy on their faces when they thought of Broer's beautiful wife!
at the same time,
Maldraxxus,
This is the most dazzling wasteland culture in World of Warcraft.
Plague, disease, corpses, struggles, conspiracies, etc. are constantly happening in this wasteland!
Various body parts can be seen everywhere!
We advocate force here. As long as you are strong enough, you can join the Academy of Secrets!
Lordship holds power!
But be careful, there may be people here who want to challenge your power or even take your life!
Illidan, who is at the peak of demigod status, led an army of 200,000 Illidari, holding the [Fireblade of Azeroth], and rushed directly to the House of the Chosen, one of the five Privy Councils, at lightning speed!
This secret house is located in the southwest corner of Maldraxxus.
Unlike other secret academies with twists and turns, the entire Soul Selected Secret Academy is built on magma!
In the Soul Chosen Academy, Marquis Cruxus was sitting quietly on a chair made of bones, and right below him were countless undead warriors standing densely!
They were holding all kinds of weapons, their muscles were muscular, their skin was gray-green, and they had lost the luster of life!
The next moment, his eyes slightly raised,
"come yet?"