Chapter 2626: Walk with the devil

Entering the big tree, Su Ming and Xavius' communication unexpectedly went smoothly. The former elf prime minister, and now the deformed Satre, faced his little black incarnation in a very friendly manner.
This big guy smiled a bit evil, but he was originally a villain, and of course he would look hideous when a warm smile appeared on the face of a demon like Sartre.
It's great to be the host of the symbiont. When dealing with guys who believe in the ancient gods, you don't even need to prove your identity. As long as people see themselves growing out of tentacles, it is enough to solve all doubts.
Of course, there are also some tricks. The relationship between the ancient gods is mutually hostile. When posing as the envoy of N'Zoth, they can only conjure thousands of tentacles, and these tentacles cannot have eyes.
Once the tentacles have eyes, they will be considered a believer of C'Thun, the ‘God of Thousand Eyes’, and that is N’Zoth’s enemy.
"The master sent me to help you get rid of Malfurion Stormrage."
"N'Zothagqam! Let the tide take him into the master's dream, let him kneel! Wither! Corrupt! His flesh and blood will become a surge of blood! We will dance in ecstasy under the master's blessing!"
The dialogue was as simple as that. Su Ming disguised himself as a divine envoy and said a word, and Xavius ​​had a complete climax.
The huge Sartre grinned wildly and covered his belly, the twisted red blade-shaped horns on his body trembling constantly, making a fine noise.
It is actually quite simple to lie to the subordinates of the ancient gods, because although those goods are not completely blind and foolish, their subordinates basically have no means to contact their superiors.
That is to say, only when N'Zoth thinks of it, will he contact his toolmen and assign them tasks to do things. More often, he still sleeps in the city of Ny'alotha on the unknown seabed.
"Take me to find your enemy, Xavius, hurry up, hurry up, the master wants his flesh and blood."
According to the style of the cult, Su Ming urged again.
The red light in the darkness expanded, and a large group of red twisted vines rose from the ground. It wrapped a bloodshot eyeball. The huge pupil was a portal, and it was surrounded by dense flies. With.
Xavius ​​bent over and made a gesture of ‘please come in’. He laughed so much that he was drooling, presumably he couldn’t wait to kill Malfurion.
On the opposite side of the portal is a corner of the corrupted Emerald Dream. Huge red and black thorns broke out of the ground, and the grass was infected with a bewitching red blanket, and the black stream was bubbling like asphalt. Flowing slowly at the foot of the death knell.
All kinds of twisted creatures that can only be seen in nightmares can be seen here. Crazy druids, fallen tree monsters and furbolgs, deformed flesh and tentacles drilled out of their bodies.
There is even a translucent green dragon not far away. The network of nightmare is like a big net, entwined in the dream form of this dragon, transforming it.
Unlike the death knell that enters the dream state as a physical entity, the green dragon's body should still be sleeping somewhere in Azeroth. It has not noticed its own changes. It is crawling on the red grass like a small mountain bag, breathing fast, I don’t know. What did you dream of.
"This is Eranikus of the Green Dragonflight, one of Ysera's spouses. I am secretly changing it in my dream." Xavius ​​came to Xiao Hei and explained with a smile: "It will Gradually becoming irritable and suspicious, its fragile mind is like the fragile wings of an insect in front of the mighty power of its master."
The person who seemed to be made of black mud smiled, showing white teeth, and the tentacles behind him also danced wildly:
"well done."
Xavius, who received the compliment, touched the back of his hand covered with black hair, gave out a sullen laugh, and said:
"The four dragons of the dream world have also been secretly affected by me. It only takes a while before I can kill Ysera and give her green flesh and blood to the master."
"What the master wants now is Malfurion. He wants his mind to be unconnected, and he wants him to become a withered bone, so that he will be sent to Ny'alotha by frenzy and death." Su Ming played with enthusiasm, and he held the two. With only a fist waved in front of him, he looked even more fanatical than Xavius.
"I understand, I understand, my black messenger, please stay calm." Xavius ​​touched the sleeping dragon affectionately with his hand, and then walked in another direction: "The reflection of the dreamwood is in this dream. Among them, Malfurion is living in the den under the tree. I will let the believers launch a wave of offensive to attract the attention of the guards. You and I will go around the battlefield to find him and drown him in his sleep. Dismembered on the altar of the owner."
Sombra nodded and let out a weird laugh: "Very well, so be it, send the lamb to slaughter and make a valuable sacrifice."
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The derivatives of Nightmare are like ooze monsters with feet. They are endless cannon fodder covered with red spikes. As long as there are people in Azeroth who have nightmares, as long as N'Zoth is still there, they will not Will perish.
Xavius ​​is worthy of being the former high-level of the Elven Empire. Azshara does not do business every day. He is alone in charge of various internal affairs and military affairs, and his skills are not bad.
After getting rid of the Burning Legion's intelligence reduction effect, he took refuge in the ancient gods, and now he is in a crazy soberness. Su Ming has nothing to say about the choice of strategy and tactics.
All kinds of freaks set off in a mighty manner, like a red river, with a weird red mist surrounding them, heading in the direction of green light glowing in the distance.
Xavius ​​used magic to transform himself into an ordinary night elf appearance.
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Seeing his hand, Su Ming simply turned himself into a puddle of mud, leaving only one head to move on the ground, which was more in line with the tone of the evil god.
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The two set off like this, instead of walking with the army, they changed to another forest path.
There are various trees in the Emerald Dream. As you move away from the nightmare's infection range, you can see the endless forest and the various animals living in it.
Among the dense foliage, squirrels and birds made their own different sounds. They didn't know what happened, and they were living their little lives happily at this time.
The Emerald Dream is boundlessly vast, but Xavius’s chosen invasion location is not far from the destination, and he is also very fast.
About half an hour later, the death knell and the demon had already circled the other side of the battlefield, searching for Malfurion in the chaos.
It was not discovered that the young dragons of the Green Dragon Legion and other druids were fighting against the Nightmare Army. Malfurion, who had a good status, was not in the front line of the battle.
"It seems that the coward is still hiding in the dark." Xavius ​​smiled softly and squeezed his paws: "Just like in the past, the rough and lowly night elf is disgusting."
"Let's go underground. The animal dens are all connected. We just need to find a herald, maybe a bird, maybe a deer, and follow it."
The death knell, transformed into a puddle of mud, agreed with the devil's opinion, and then flowed towards the crypt not far away.
Wherever he went, even the grass was not bent, as if there was no weight, let alone being discovered that someone had come.