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The emerald green woodland was replaced by dazzling crystals, and each crystal reflected everything around it, and in the countless mirrors, monsters that did not exist in this world poured out one after another.

There are countless bodies that change all the time, only the Horror with a smirking face hanging on his chest, the screamer who flies in the sky like a huge ray and makes crazy screams, and there is a cone-shaped infinite The body of the head, and the two long-armed Tzeentch Fire Demons...

Countless monsters with strange shapes in fantasy were instantly created by Mu Feng, which was no difficulty for him. Because this is the Emerald Dream, the projection surface of the consciousness of all beings in Azeroth.

For psykers, such a world cannot be described as a fish in water. If the power that psykers can exert on the material plane is 1, then in the subspace created by such consciousness, the power they can exert That's 100!

The Queen of Dreams foolishly dragged her fury into the Emerald Dream, which was equivalent to welcoming Mu Feng into this world of thinking, just like bringing Enzos into this Emerald Dream, and the changeable thinking in an instant can change the dream into a dream. Into an eternal nightmare!

Ysera, the demigod of the wilderness, and those druids were instantly swallowed up by these strange things, and the beautiful dreams were also being eroded quickly!

Mu Feng is very happy to corrupt such a blueprinted dream world into his own plaything. He is very happy to take over such a special world as his future experimental field.

"The dream is screaming!" Malfurion roared in grief, and the archdruid fought hard to kill these monsters

"We must stop him, or Azeroth will be haunted forever!"

"Don't give up, this is also our home field!"

Ysera roared angrily, and countless emerald green dream powers turned into dazzling stars, turning a group of terrifying horrors in front of her into ashes.

Yes, this is also their home field. The control of the Emerald Dream never rests with any one person, and the only control lies with the strongest in this dream blueprint world.

The battles of psykers rarely have any fancy skills, 1 is always less than 2, and only in rare cases will the intervention of additional factors occur.

As long as the power created by their spirit and thinking can suppress Mu Feng, then it will be their victory.

The power of the demigods of the wilderness should not be underestimated. In the material plane, they blocked the invasion of the Legion of the War of the Ancients. In the Emerald Dream, their power will only become stronger!

The emerald green dream realm began to contend with the crystal labyrinth corroded by Mu Feng's spiritual energy, and even began to gradually erode those crystals.

"Want to help?" Furious joked with his hands folded aside

"You should go and solve the outside affairs." Mu Feng said lightly

"The arrogance is going to be overwhelmed by the delay. Get things done as soon as possible. I can do it alone here."

Furious shrugged, and then the thinking body disappeared directly into the dream. Seeing this, Ysera was anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only anxiously counterattack Mufeng's crystal domain with her wilderness allies.

"A large number of people is strength..." Seeing his thinking and spiritual energy being suppressed, Mu Feng was not in a hurry, but Shi Shiran raised a pitch-black helmet

That was Li Mingqing's "Climb to the Star", but here it is not a relic of Abyss, it is just a symbol, a... proof of existence.

"If there are more than people... I'm never afraid."

The pitch-black helmet slowly disintegrated, and in an instant it was used as a medium to link into the Emerald Dream... there were hundreds of different dreams.

A dream constructed by the gods...

In other words, it is the thinking world built by the gods, allowing billions of people on earth to connect to it.

"6666666"

"GKD! GKD!"

"Take all the explosive potions, 1% is gone!"

"Don't wear the ray through the crowd, bastard, deduct 100 DKP!"

"Why can't you take off your pants in this game?"

"Fuck another three to hunt Sasa"

"Nimma's master XXXX!"

In just a moment, the chaotic thinking like a landslide torrent filled the entire Emerald Dream like a flood that tilted with the collapse of a dam.

Countless beings living in the Emerald Dream, be it demigods, giant dragons, or even the nightmare left by N'Zoth.

They were all submerged in the extremely chaotic wave of thinking that hit in this instant.

Ysera watched in horror as her body continued to undergo chaotic changes, and the Queen of Dreams screamed as she looked at her body full of tentacles, fur, green leaves, barnacles, and countless combinations of things. There is no doubt that she is polluted!

And this is completely different from the pollution of N'Zoth's nightmare, it is a purposeless, purely chaotic and contradictory mental pollution brought about by a large number of consciousness bodies, and there are no rules to follow at all!

The pollution of purely chaotic thinking made it extremely difficult for her to even maintain her own body. This was not the same thing as a nightmare at all, but even more terrifying than that!

The druids danced wildly under the infection of chaotic thinking, and their bodies in this world also underwent strange deformations. The demigods in the wilderness could not control the changes in their thinking bodies at all. The chaotic thinking that escaped made the people here Everything has become out of order!

This is completely different from the nightmare brought by the ancient gods, because this chaotic spiritual pollution has no 'purpose' at all.

Although the ancient gods were born in the void, their purpose of action is always orderly and followable-the so-called chaotic nightmare also follows a precise context and purpose.

So even if Ysera was polluted and became the Queen of Nightmare, she still seemed to maintain her noble, elegant and beautiful posture, but the Ysera in front of her...

Not to mention elegant and beautiful, I'm afraid it can't be described as a creature at all, and it has been completely destroyed by countless spiritual pollution.

After all, this is the spiritual pollution of two billion people.

If there is no mistake that those gods are used as servers to divert, Mu Feng would not dare to try to absorb the chaotic thinking of two billion people at one time. Such mental pollution can already be described as indescribable.

In various senses, the spiritual pollution of these two billion is far more chaotic than the pollution of those Old Gods.

Although Azeroth seems to be thriving, in fact, there are not so many life forms with self-complex thinking that can enter and exit the Emerald Dream.

After a little calculation, we know that human beings were born out of Iron Vrykul. It is only 2,700 years since the first human king, Thoradin the Great. In addition to the endless wars with trolls and other races, human beings If the total population exceeds 10 million, it will die.

The elves are synonymous with the scarcity of numbers, and the number of trolls is also very clear from their scattered and declining virtues. As for small races such as tauren, it goes without saying.

As for the three races of the fastest-growing insectoids, the mantid, Ahn'Qiraj insectoids, and nerubians—how could the retinue of the ancient gods be eligible to visit the Emerald Dream? What's more, the number of intelligent beings in these three races is also considered a minority.

And more importantly, this group of intellectual races have played out their dog's brains with each other. The war of life and death has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the population can increase slightly for less than a hundred years, which is considered a prosperous age.

The total number of all intelligent life forms in Azeroth, the population can exceed 300 million would be dead.

Although the Emerald Dream is the blueprint thinking world of Azeroth, the Green Dragon Army only controls the core area of ​​the Emerald Dream, that is, a piece of dream territory radiating from Val'sharah.

The number of the Green Dragon Legion is not large, and even counting the demigods of the wilderness and those druids who are equivalent to the subordinates of the Green Dragon Legion, their scarce number is not enough to take care of the entire Emerald Dream.

So for these managers, the influx of two billion chaotic thoughts is enough to overwhelm each of their ego and cognition.

"Fragile mind guardian." Mu Feng mocked contemptuously

Compared with the monsters and monsters in the subspace of the Warhammer universe next door, these guys in the Emerald Dream are indeed stretching their hips too much-but it is also normal, not only the scale is different, but the nature itself is also hugely different.

He didn't care about these guys who were polluted to the point of madness by the spirit of two billion thoughts, and walked into the core of Val'shara's dreamland, that huge emerald green lake.

This is the image of the Well of Eternity projected onto this plane.

The wound that Aman'Thul killed Y'Shaarj left on Azeroth's body gathered a lot of her blood, the lake where countless high-concentration Azerite energy gathered, and the foundation of the rise of the Elven Empire.

Of course, since the Well of Eternity itself is not something that would appear in 'normal' Azeroth, the one in the Emerald Dream is just a false reflection.

But at the same time, it is also the heart of this Emerald Dream, the backbone of this dream of all beings in Azeroth.

Mu Feng stepped into this pool of water, and in an instant, countless thoughts poured into his soul. The gentle lake water soothed his spirit, whispering like a lover.

"Open your heart, you will become the master of the Emerald Dream, and you will gain incomparably powerful power..."

"You will become a god, a being beyond your tiny essence, just open your heart..."

"Yes, wait until you control the entire dreamland of Azeroth. No one will be your opponent, whether it is Sargeras or Zovar, you will become the master of this Titan's soul."

Those countless whispers are like fine ash that seeps into the skin, quietly seeping into Mu Feng's spirit, sending out temptation in his heart, like the sweetest poison, luring you to drink this beauty.

Mu Feng opened his eyes and smiled coldly

"Get out of my mind! Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth!!!"

25. The Emerald Nightmare

In the material plane of Azeroth, there are only a handful of passages leading to the Emerald Dream. Under the control of the Queen of Dreams, life in the material world can only enter and exit the Emerald Dream through the World Tree.

However, the stupid thing is that Ysera delegated the qualification to plant trees to the night elves, and these guys who were anti-war and anti-civilization in the War of the Ancients planted the tree of the world where they should not be planted... …

For example, they planted a World Tree in the Grizzly Hills of Northrend in the hope of dissolving the pollution brought by the Saronite there, but the unlucky Vordrassil planted by them eventually extended To Yogg-Saron's prison.

Even though the night elves cut down the World Tree immediately, the result was still corruption in the Emerald Dream.

Not only that, Fandral Staghelmet also planted the branches broken from Nordrassil in Ashenvale and Feralas in Kalimdor, Duskwood and Hinterland in the Eastern Kingdom, and Northrend. in the Crystalsong Forest.

Good guy, many of these are problematic places.

The world tree planted in Ashenvale was seriously polluted by evil energy, the dream tree in Feralas was gradually interfered by the power of the ancient gods because of its proximity to Silithus, and the Dusk Forest is simply Azeroth As for the map of Northrend, it was simply crystallized by Saronite and the blue dragon.

As a result of this series of suffocating operations, the Emerald Dream was so severely polluted and invaded that the reason why the Green Dragon Legion had no sense of existence was because they had to deal with these intruders most of the time.

After stepping into the center of this emerald dream, Mu Feng was not surprised that he came into contact with the consciousness of two ancient gods.

"It's just a prisoner of the Titan, do you want to promise me something?"

Mu Feng responded to the temptation of the ancient god with a cold voice, and his soul body also changed into that pool of shapeless colors

The ancient gods fell silent, because they had never encountered such an evil thing—can things that seem to be closer to the essence of void than them really be able to be corrupted?

But Mu Feng's next behavior made these two ancient gods unable to calm down.

Mu Feng directly pulled out a strangely shaped dagger from his waist, aimed at the core of the dream ahead, and inserted it in without hesitation!

In an instant, a sensational and joyful moan sounded, and then an extremely sexy and beautiful high elf appeared from the dagger.

"It's time to fulfill our promise, Sataras."

Mu Feng looked at the Dark Empire Blade in front of him, the last ancient god who lost his body, and said coldly

"Don't worry, dear." Sartaras twisted his waist, and encircled Mu Feng's neck charmingly.

"The Emerald Dream is a big meal, but I still need a movable body. I will devour and pollute this place as much as possible, but... I still need your help."

"Those weak wretches dare not use me, but you, we can do great things. Pick me up, I will help you, we will completely occupy this dream, and you will be the living beings of Azeroth master of..."

Mu Feng was not moved at all. In fact, since he got the Dark Empire Blade, the ancient god who lost his body began to whisper to him.

Tempt him to claim a soul for himself, tempt him to forge a more suitable body for Sartaras. Of course, Mu Feng did all of this.

But he is not as a servant of Sataras, but just as an equal partner and a "friend" in business.

"Really? But your compatriots don't seem to think so." Mu Feng sneered

The projection of the entire Well of Eternity is boiling crazily, and N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron's spiritual interference is completely indifferent to the risk of exposure!

The relationship between the ancient gods was not harmonious, because of all the light and dark parasitic species that were put on the planet, only one survived and devoured the star soul in the end.

Sataras was devoured by the other four when he first came to Azeroth. In various senses, Sataras and these two guys have a sworn hatred.

What's more, even if they are both in a competitive relationship, they absolutely cannot accept Sataras devouring the Emerald Dream. Because that not only means that their plans for ten thousand years will be in vain, but it is more likely that they will be stabbed out by Sartaras in their current situation of almost getting out of trouble!

The ancient gods who don't want these bad futures to happen use all the power they have eroded into the Emerald Dream to attack Mufeng!

A large number of nightmare monsters and demons were created in this extremely chaotic area. However, it is ridiculous that these nightmare monsters were confused by the mental pollution shock brought by two billion souls the moment they stepped into this place. up.

"Two incompetent wretches, the weakest of us, and the stupidest of us!"

Sartaras laughed and trembled, even if it even lost its body now, so what? Sartaras, after all, is the one who went the deepest in the mission given by the great void!

"Speed ​​up." Mu Feng urged blankly

"Remember the agreement between us, quickly cut off part of the Emerald Dream for me, before trouble comes to the door!"

"Cowardly man, what other troubles are there to scare you?"

Sartaras snorted coquettishly, but his movements were not slow at all. The shadow energy emanating from the blade of the dark empire pierced the core of the Emerald Dream like a poison, and then quickly injected the most deadly venom in this blueprint world.

The entire Emerald Dream began to tremble. Out of an almost instinctive rejection reaction, after feeling that a part of itself was eroded by the shadow power that was so pure that it could not be purified at all, the Emerald Dream activated its own maintenance system.

It starts cutting the 'infected' part.

In order to prevent this too pure shadow from completely infecting the entire Emerald Dream and dragging Azeroth's sleeping star soul into the void, the Emerald Dream chose a move like a strong man cutting off his wrist.

Mu Feng closed his eyes, he could feel the trembling and cracking of this world, the entire Emerald Dream, the world under his feet was shattering!

Just at the edge of madness, the dark chasm splits the emerald dream imitating the ancient 'Gold Azshara' area, and behind the darkness is the endless void that links the outer planes of Azeroth!

But at this moment, the corners of Mu Feng's eyes suddenly twitched wildly. He immediately grasped the handle of Sataras' knife tightly, and injected his spiritual energy into the pretentious and charming panting of this shadow creature that was pretending to be silly and cute to speed up the splitting. speed!

"Don't waste your time, trouble is coming!"

"What's the trouble—"

As soon as Sartaras spoke halfway, he saw the entire Emerald Dream 'frozen'. The area polluted by the cross-thinking infection of two billion people dragged into it was suddenly covered with a layer of dreamy blue color.

A faint sigh resounded in the sky of the Emerald Dream, followed by an incomparably huge torrent of anima. It is obviously the power of death, but it washes and purifies this chaotic emerald dream with the essence of life undoubtedly!

"Queen of Winter!!!"

Sartaras said the name of this meddling bastard bitterly, one of the six great gods of the shadow world, the gods of death who are in charge of the Blazing Blue Fairy Field!

Now is far from 9.0, the time when Denathius and Zovall's collusion led to the lack of anima in the shadow world, and the six gods and their related death kingdoms were dying! The current Queen of Winter is only slightly weaker than the Titans.