"Lead my army and set off! Drive out the undead! This dreamland belongs to me! No one can take it away from me!"

Under the command of the Nightmare King, the nightmare dragon headed by Eranikus turned and left without saying a word. After these nightmare monsters left, Xavius ​​looked around and waved his hand to open a dark red tunnel.

Dream portal.

Yes, he is running away...

This is a very careful and sinister guy. After sensing the possible danger, he no longer wants to stay in this damn place. Without the support of Nordrassil's nightmare power, he cannot be stopped by the military power in the Emerald Dream alone.

The Darkblade Undead, who are extremely resistant to nightmares and have powerful firepower, Xavius ​​knows this very well.

"But Dark Blade can't stay here forever..."

Xavius ​​looked back at the Nightmare Fortress behind him, and a dark smile flashed across his face:

"I will come back after they leave... Ysera, Tyrande, we have enough time to play..."

However, at the moment Xavius ​​was about to enter the Nightmare Door, a black shadow jumped out from the shadows, wielding cold energy, and completely tore the swaying Nightmare Door into pieces. Under the bloody cold light,

In the blink of an eye, Xavius, who was attacked, let out a scream, and his whole body was kicked away by huge force.

The Nightmare King rolled around on the ground a few times. He raised his head in confusion and saw Malfurion standing there in the dim light of the transformation spell, wearing black armor and holding an icy war scythe.

The Death Druid, whose eyes had turned dim black, tilted his head. He still had the original posture of a mixture of man and beast, but his face no longer had the gentleness it once had. Instead, there was a touch of heart-numbing sadness.

Dead silence.
Chapter completed!