Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 506, Section 45. Savis: How did my peaceful Nightmare Land (choking back tears) turn into this? - [810]

(Bonus chapter for "SaSaXD" brother [8/10])
In Moonglade, the druid stronghold of Kalimdor, near Mount Hyjal, Archdruid Staghelm transformed into an owl and hurriedly landed on the shore of Moonharbour.

"The abnormal eruption of nightmare energy in the northern border of the Eastern Kingdom caused a shock throughout the entire Emerald Dreamland. Several rifts that had long been filled with nightmares became strangely 'clear'."

It's as if someone transferred the nightmare contamination from there to other places.

This must be the work of 'Nightmare King' Xavius!

Old Staghelm strode into the Sanctuary of Remulos and shouted to the imposing demigod, the Guardian of the Jungle:

"Lord Malfurion has summoned several druid factions to prepare for support, and Lady Ysera has also received instructions from the World Mother. The green dragons have opened the dream rift leading to the Eastern Continent."

You need to summon the druids of Moonglade to accompany us. The Keeper of the Grove's 'Dreamwalker' talent can quickly crush those vicious nightmares.

Most importantly, Ms. Ysera revealed that this sudden outbreak of nightmares was most likely an attempt by evil forces in the shadows of the world to strangle Vigilante Diakum.

Mother World will not allow Your Excellency, with such a noble soul, to encounter peril at this moment.

"The Watchers?"

Remulos, the guardian of the jungle, looked somewhat dejected.

It is Cenarius's second son, and its father died in the Battle of Mount Hyjal more than half a year ago, during the purification of the Vigilante Saint. Although it does not hold a grudge against the Vigilante because of this, it is still a little worried.

The main reason was that Remulos had witnessed the power of the Vigilant eruption firsthand at Mount Hyjal, and he truly did not believe that anything in the world could contain such a terrifying Holy Light.

However, considering that the mysterious realm of dreams has never been the domain of the Holy Light, it is possible that he could be ambushed by the cunning Savis under the "mechanism restraint".

Therefore, the jungle guardian nodded and said authoritatively:

“I immediately awakened the archdruids in the ancient lair near Moonlight Lake, but they cannot all leave. Fandral, you know what is sealed beneath Moonlight Lake; we must remain here to protect it for a long time.”

Old Staghelm nodded, then turned to look at the moonlit lake behind him. This enormous lake, which occupied two-thirds of Moonglade, was one of the largest inland lakes on the continent of Kalimdor, but few people knew the specifics of Moonlake.

This is because, from ancient times to the present, the extremely ferocious wilderness god "Nian Beast" has been sealed beneath Moonlight Lake.

It was a giant wolf similar to Goldrinn, but it had two heads, making it twice as ferocious. It could also control the elements of fire and ice, making it one of the most powerful among the gods of the wilderness.

Most importantly, Goldrinn at least had some rationality, though he was arrogant to the point of being unsociable, while the Nian beast was a true wild beast.

Especially after being invaded by fel energy during the War of the Ancients, becoming delirious and unable to distinguish friend from foe, the druids could only seal it in Moonlight Lake.

This lake, blessed by Lady Elune's moonlight, can lull the Nian beast into slumber, but it awakens once a year during the transition from winter to spring.

During those few days each year, the usually quiet Moonlight Grove becomes very "lively".

“You go ahead, Fandral.”

Remulos pulled an ancient horn from his natural baggage and said to Old Deerhelm:

"I will then embark on the Dream Path with the Archdruids. However, I have heard that Malfurion has promised to form a special military group called the 'Alliance' together with humans and Quel'dorei?"

"And there are dwarves and gnomes, as well as the Eredar of Draenor."

As Old Deer Helmet opened the dream gate, he briefly explained:
"That's because the fall of the Black Raven King is related to the dark forces of the Eastern Continent. The Mad King Terenas of humanity was directly involved in this tragedy, and the Kaldorei had to respond to it. This was also the Black Raven King's last wish."

Besides, the Quel'dorei have now changed their name to 'Sin'dorei'.

"Blood elves? Tsk, they're got a murderous aura."

The jungle guardian curled his lip.

It dislikes war, but the forces of nature have endowed it with a physique that makes it strong and capable of fighting. Therefore, when battle is truly needed, the Forest Guardian can always become the Kaldorei's sharpest spear of war.

And it has no way to refuse this.

Not long ago, Mother World instructed the Tauren of the Bloodhoof Clan to venture deep into Maraudon. They not only purified the place and "politely escorted" Princess Theradras, Remulos's "sister-in-law," back to Deepholm, but also conveniently helped their poor brother Zalta find peace.

Archdruid Hamuul Runetotem personally returned Zalta's Seed of Nature to Moonglade, allowing Zalta to re-enter the great cycle of life and death.

This favor alone is something Remulos will never forget.

After all, after its father fell into depravity, Zalta, Lunara, and Odanus were its only remaining relatives. The older Odanus was disheartened by his father's fall and lived in seclusion in Ashenvale for a long time, while the fierce and free Lunara roamed the forests of various places. It was the only one left in their family to carry on the family line.

Therefore, we must rescue the vigilant favored by Mother World this time to repay her kindness!
Remulos blew his horn, a horn that entered dreams, echoing in the beast dens near Moonlight Lake, swiftly awakening the druids who were slumbering in their dreams. They then gathered before the Forest Guardian in their respective flying forms.

Before long, nearly two hundred druids had arrived.

With the help of the tree spirit sisters, Remulos donned the natural wood armor and grasped the spear of conquest, opening the path to the dream world for them. He then led them, under the guidance of the green dragons, to the eastern continent to support the Nightmare War there.

Because of the grudges and entanglements between the Satyrs and the Kaldorei, the Kaldorei elves are the most knowledgeable race in the world when it comes to fighting nightmares. They must provide precious support when their allies are in danger in order to fulfill the "alliance oath" that has just been made.

"These green dragons are acting so strangely."

As Remulos raced forward along the path of dreams, the majestic Remulos overheard a high druid beside him complaining:

"It's as if they all changed their appearance overnight, and no two are the same. There are all kinds of them. I think I even saw a snake? Wow, what a big green snake!"

"What kind of eyes do you have? That's clearly the appearance of a flying dragon, okay? It's just that the green dragon is crawling on the ground like a pupa for some reason."

"She reeks of alcohol; she must have had too much to drink. Are these green dragons really this free now? Doesn't Queen Ysera care? They used to be such conservative dragons!"

"Manage? How do you expect Queen Ysera to manage?"
The Sleepers themselves have become 'addicted to cross-dressing,' dressing themselves up like knights. I even heard the other day that Queen Ysera was lying to children in Ashenvale, claiming she was an elven knight from Quel'Thalas.

"Well, while it's interesting to hear your gossip, I advise you not to."

"It's alright. Queen Ysera is known for her kindness and won't care if we spread rumors about her. In the past, there have been people who spread dirty jokes about her, but they only got verbally warned by being dragged into a dream."

Who hasn't had a few erotic dreams when they were young?

"The Sleeping Queen may not care, but that green dragon next to you has glared at you several times already. Seriously, if you keep talking so recklessly, I'm going to stay away from you for a bit. Otherwise, when the green dragon beats you up, blood will splatter on me."

"Zhao! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

This comical conversation brought a slight smile to Lord Remulos's lips. Ah, the thoughts of mortals can be quite interesting sometimes. The outrageous gossip they spread in dreams is not bad for relieving boredom.

But soon, the jungle guardians warned:
"This dream rift leading to the Eastern Continent is about to end, and we will land directly in the Nightmare Land! Everyone prepare for battle, jungle guardians, accelerate forward!"

It brandished its battle spear, leading its children to speed across the druid's herd, while some bouncy tree spirits followed beside their fathers, carrying poisoned hunting spears.

They are also Cenarius's offspring. Unlike the majestic guardians of the jungle, the petite, cute, and lively dryads are very popular.

These adorable creatures are said to be one of the origins of the "fairies" in mortal legends.

Some druids with a wilder XP might occasionally form a bond with a dryad, but such a relationship usually doesn't last long. The dryads' restless nature means they won't stay in one place for long, and long journeys in dreams will gradually cool their feelings, eventually turning them back into friends.

"We're off to fight those nasty nightmares! We might even have to kick those wretched satyrs hard with our hooves, sisters! Make sure you hit them right away! Let those satyrs suffer a bit and teach them not to bother our forest."

The leaders of the tree spirits were a tree spirit sister with beautiful long blue hair and very cute hoof-like mane.

Her name is "Avira," and she is a very powerful dryad hunter and druid.

She would always stay with her sister Milune, wandering around Mount Hyjal, but Milune was a coward and dared not participate in battle, so Avrilra led the Laughing Sisters of the Forest to follow their brothers on this expedition.

Her idol is Lady Luna, the "Jungle Hunter"!

That was Lord Remulos's eldest sister, Cenarius's fiercest eldest daughter. Any villain who dared to invade the forest would be pierced by Lord Lunara's spear. Unfortunately, like the morning breeze that swept through the forest, Lord Lunara never stayed in one forest for long.

Avrila hadn't seen her for thousands of years, but during the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Lady Lunara returned to help and even gifted her own hunting spear to the brave sister.

This spear, which can naturally generate a weakening toxin, is incredibly powerful!

If even demons can't withstand that natural weakness and poison, then nightmares certainly can't either.

The brave tree spirit followed closely behind the forest guardians. As she leaped out of the dream rift and plunged into the gray-black nightmare land, she was ready to throw her deadly spear. She was sure she could hit it accurately.

But unexpectedly, there was no nightmare or satyr before them, but a large group of humans who should have been trapped here were chasing after the various bizarre things in the nightmare land with high morale.

Avril's eyes widened.

She witnessed a satyr being dragged out of its hiding place by two humans; one kicked the satyr in the back of the knee, and the other swung his sword and beheaded it.

They were not afraid of the satyrs here at all; on the contrary, they were filled with a courage and rage that the tree spirits could not understand as they precisely targeted their enemies.

And those Sartres also had problems!

Although these demons are often cowardly and can be frightened away by the Kaldorei Druids' fierce spells, there have been cases in the material world where a small team of huntresses has repelled many satyrs. This is a typical example of a cowardly bully who preys on the weak.

But their performance at this moment seemed rather pathetic. They didn't even dare to resist. When they were dragged out of their hiding place by those humans, some of the satyrs even let out weak screams and begs for mercy, which was completely inconsistent with their vicious demonic identity.

"Those satyrs have something strange about them! Don't come near them!"

Fandral Staghelm's shouts echoed from the distant sky.

In the gloomy clouds of the Nightmare Lands, Old Staghelm roared in, transforming into an elf and landing on the ground. He spread his arms to block the druids he had summoned.

He said loudly:

"The situation has changed! The Vigilant has unleashed some very dangerous arcane arts here. According to the Lightforged, this power is called 'Sha Force,' a dangerous arcane art from the ancient god Y'Shaarj."

The satyrs and nightmare creatures in this area are all entangled in Sha energy and cannot extricate themselves. In some places, even materialized Sha demons have appeared, hunting down the satyrs under Xavius's command.

That's not a war we should get involved in.

Follow me, brothers and sisters, Master Malfurion has found a passage to the deeper Nightmarelands, where the Vigilant is trapped!
We must release him immediately.

I am now very worried that the terrifying malevolent energy from this nightmare place will spill over into the material world. This level of energy erosion will permanently alter the ecological environment of the material world.

Even the mighty Remulos was taken aback by the exaggerated and absurd scene before him.

Its gaze swept over the "dream reflections" of those humans whose morale was abnormally high, and then looked at the Sartres who were killed at will and could not even escape.

The jungle guardians even saw several satyrs, their bodies wreathed in black and white demonic energy, charging towards them, waving their claws and yelling:
"We are the Satir! Do you see us? Are you elves blind? Hurry up and take us villains back!"

"Yes, yes, we wicked demons deserve to be locked in your natural cage! Yes, lock us in a cage, even for ten thousand years. Please, take us away from this hell!"
"It hurts so much."

“Don’t let them near us, please, aren’t you the merciful Kaldorei? Aren’t you the merciful nature walkers?”

Help us!

Please!

Before he could finish speaking, the white soldier who jumped out with a thunder axe chopped him down. The other satyrs were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and when the white soldier approached, they were so weak that they covered their faces and wept.

It was incredibly embarrassing.

"Are you going to take them away?"

Bai Zu still had a wound on his waist, but it had stopped bleeding. Filled with the exhilaration and valor of his inner power, he looked up at the druids who looked bewildered, as if their worldviews had been shaken.

He was quite polite, curiously observing the tree spirit sisters, thinking to himself that these "little deer" were rather cute, and then said:

“If you want, you can take them away. These satyrs are too weak and are not worthy of being enemies.”

"I need to ask one more question."

Remulos, the guardian of the jungle, said in a rather subtle tone:
"Will the Watcher let the Sartre go?"

"They won't die in nightmares."

The white soldier shrugged and said:

"They dragged us into a dream to torment us, trying to crush us. If the Vigilant hadn't held back, the Seventh Legion would have been wiped out today."

Therefore, this is how I would answer you, esteemed guardian of the jungle.

I don't care what the future holds for these satyrs! They built this nightmare place; perhaps the best ending for them is for them to suffer here, reaping what they sowed.

"Sartre will die!"

Avril felt helpless at the meager demonic knowledge of the humans before her, and she sighed:

“Satirs are unique demons. They die in dreams and they die in reality. With the scale of your slaughter, it’s only a miracle that one-tenth of these satirs are still alive today.”

Hmm, they seem to be Azurefire Satyrs from Felwood Forest.

These guys are the worst!

They used to harass our tree dwellings in the forest, but after today they're probably going to be extinct. You've done a great service!

"Oh, that's good. I like doing good deeds!"

The white soldier laughed as he raised his battle axe, and with a swift stroke, he felled several weak satyrs who were weeping with their faces covered. He then politely bid farewell to the elves and turned to rush towards another battlefield.

"Let's go."

Old Staghelm struggled to suppress his visibly tense expression, waving to the other bewildered druids and saying:
“Let’s go deeper into the dream. The progenitor Sat is not an easy enemy to deal with. He is a void demigod, and even the Vigilant will need to put in some effort to deal with him.”

"Are you sure it was Savvis who trapped the Watcher, and not the Watcher who trapped Savvis?"

Remulos, leaning on his battle spear, asked in a low voice.

This question stumped Old Deer Helmet.

He could only shrug, then led the way to the rift that led to the deepest, most nightmarish place.

Malfurion and his companions were casting spells here, with Archdruid Hamuul wielding a very abstract, ever-burning torch to dispel the surrounding malevolent energy.

Yes.

The malevolent energy here is too concentrated!
Just like an "invasive species," it has even completely squeezed out the ecological niche of the nightmares that should have erupted in the Nightmare Land.

Given the Sartres's "all-encompassing" lifestyle, the dangerous entities extracted from them once they are influenced by Sha energy are far more terrifying than the celibate Pandaren.

"I don't think we're here to rescue the Watchers who are trapped by the Nightmare King."

The raptor druid, Hisari Black Raven, who was assisting Hamuul in dispelling the malevolent energy, muttered under his breath:

“I feel like we’re actually here to rescue the poor wretch Savvis who’s being tortured by the Vigilant. Good heavens, even through the Nightmare Seal, I can hear Savvis screaming inside.”

Is that really the weak scream of the most ferocious Nightmare King?

Perhaps we shouldn't meddle in other people's business.

This straightforward druid girl pouted and said:
“We should let the vigilantes continue to beat Savis like this, or better yet, seal it away here forever.”

"It's no use. Xavius's true form is still in the underwater city of Nazjatar. That coward only knows how to walk through the dream world using the strange 'Shadow of Xavius.' It won't die here."

Malfurion Stormrage said with a serious expression:

“Simply sealing it won’t solve the problem, but we will eliminate the threat of the Nightmare King and purify it along with its dark master! This is what Mother World desires.”

"The crack is about to open."

Moments later, when the druids in the area cast their spells together, the rift leading to the deeper nightmare was finally opened.

Remulos was the first to rush in, and what came into its view was Xavius ​​being surrounded and beaten by seven materialized Sha. The Nightmare King was so miserable that even the red tongue of the "hanging ghost" was pulled out and used as a whip by the Sha of Wrath.

Meanwhile, Diakum, the instigator of it all, stood to the side with a gentle smile, even drawing a triangular holy symbol on his chest, as if praying for the poor soul of Savas.

"Wait a mininute."

The vigilant said softly:

"This 'Seven Fiends Trial' has come to an end, but the subject, Lord Savis, has scored quite poorly. His heart is filled with pathetic negative emotions and he is indulging in an extreme desire for destruction."

"I regret to announce that Lord Savage's Seven Fiends Trial has ended in failure."

"Will you kill it?"

The jungle guardian asked with a hint of awe, and Diakum shook his head, saying:
"No, no, it's not time for it to die yet. I'm looking forward to seeing if the Nightmare King, returning to the battlefield of Lordaeron with humiliation and pain, can show me some new skills that will impress me."

But this Shadow of Savis is truly unnecessary, so…

Dick raised his hand, making an execution gesture. The blue Pride of the Sha roared, raising its claws high, and slammed them down like a warhammer. Amidst the Savis's liberated curse, the Savis Shadow quietly collapsed.

The vigilant turned around, spread his hands to the druids behind him, and said:

"It's a rare opportunity, would you all like to take on the 'Seven Fiends Trial'? Those who pass will receive the mythical talent of 'Harmony between Heaven and Man'."

Don't miss out, give it a try!

(End of this chapter)