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Chapter 552 Ursok's Liberation

From the sleeping green dragon's mind, Rune gained a wealth of strange knowledge and, most importantly, the method to reach the Rift of Arryn, where Xavius, who had bewitched Fandral, was hiding.

But there was bad news too. He also saw that a powerful god of the wilderness was almost captured by a nightmare, so if possible, Rune needed to kill him with his own hands to prevent him from wreaking havoc on the world.

The current material universe of Azeroth certainly cannot afford another uncertain factor.

As the guardian dragons fell into slumber, the enraged archdruid finally ceased wielding the power of nature. He knelt before the green dragons, gently stroking their shield-sized scales, his face filled with sorrow.

"They can actually be saved," Rune said, patting Malfurion on the shoulder.

Malfurion immediately stood up, grabbing Rune's shoulders with both hands. "Tell me quickly, what can I do to redeem their corrupted minds?"

The druids and the green dragons guarded the Emerald Dream together, and their friendship was deeply ingrained in their hearts. That's why Malfurion felt so angry and saddened by the corruption of some of the green dragons.

"This is Elune's job. You need to find this follower of the moon goddess—like Tyrande." Rune winked at the archdruid. "You can even use this opportunity to chat with Tyrande."

Although there is no turning back for any mortal corrupted by the Emerald Nightmare, and only death can bring liberation, in the original story, Tyrande used Elune's power to purify or resist the corruption of the Emerald Nightmare to varying degrees on several occasions.

These guardian dragons in front of us can clearly be saved; perhaps a few will survive.

"Thank you, but the most important thing right now is to deal with the mastermind behind all this—" Malfurion finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the expression on his face didn't seem to be simply one of happiness.

Rune tried to persuade Malfurion to retreat with the green dragons, but was refused. This kind-hearted man stubbornly wanted to help him, and he was quite a nice guy!

Wait, could it be that Malfurion is afraid to see Tyrande? Rune narrowed his eyes. They say women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, but what about the resentful women who have been alone in their boudoirs for thousands of years?

Wow!

Even without the memories of these green dragons, Rune could still find the lair of these followers of the Old Gods, though it would take considerably longer. Now that he knew the map, Rune moved swiftly, clearing a path ahead.

The deeper one ventures into the nightmare realm, the more numerous the indiscriminate monsters appear on the path: nightmare pus resembling blood-red slimes, and emaciated vines covered in thorns—

Some of them also used blasphemous spells, which they used to ambush Malfurion and Rune, attempting to inflict terrible consequences on both sides by interrupting their spellcasting.

Malfurion was in a sorry state after his spellcasting was interrupted multiple times; those strange creatures always seemed to be able to sense when he should unleash his mental whip.

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"vomit----"

Malfurion once again spat out a pile of tiny black particles—all insect eggs. This was the backlash from the spell that occurred after his swarm spell was interrupted.

However, Rune was different. He was not afraid of others interrupting his spellcasting. He even tried to have a nightmare creature practice his ability to resist interruption with him, but this action was quickly interrupted.

"Phew—I've rested enough. Let's go!" Malfurion straightened up again, speaking weakly, but he looked like a dying man, extremely haggard.

The Emerald Nightmare's suppression of the Druid's power had already weakened him greatly, and the backlash from the spell further robbed the Archdruid of his former composure.

Rune looked Malfurion up and down, and finally advised, "You should go back. This is not your battlefield. There is no need to show off. The night elves outside still need you. The role you can play in the material universe is far greater than in the Emerald Dream."

This isn't just something Rune made up; it's the truth.

"No, I must—I must follow you. This is my second home, I love it—"

Before Malfurion could finish speaking, Rune said impatiently, "So you're just going to leave those green dragons there like that?"

"Take them to Tyrande quickly; every second they delay, their chances of regaining their sanity decrease significantly."

Malfurion hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. He whispered a thank you to Rune and then quickly walked back.

After watching Malfurion return from afar, Rune called out to the other side, "Come out! I know you've been waiting for me for a long time, haven't you? Now you're controlled by nightmares, trapped on the day you fought the Burning Legion, the day you died—"

His response was a roar, and a bear the size of a small mountain swept through the bloody, twisted plants and burst forth.

"Help me, human!" Ursoc roared. "Kill me and set me free! When I reappear, I will wipe out Xavius ​​and tear his evil throat apart!"

Rune was speechless. Why didn't you come to ask for help when Malfurion was here? Do you think you demigods of the wilderness only know how to make things difficult for ordinary people?

And what about Ursoc's Claw? Although its appearance isn't particularly impressive, as a Druid artifact, Rune is quite interested in collecting it.

So Rune hinted, "No, I'll handle Savvis myself, so I won't trouble you. Could we change the terms?"

Looking at the swarms of nightmare pus, nightmare terrors, and other enemies constantly emerging around him, Ursok said helplessly, "We can talk about anything, just kill me already, kill me!"

These nightmare creatures intend to turn Ursoc into N'Zoth's general.

His body has been affected by nightmares, and even the power of the Wild God is exhausted by the endless enemies. Subsequently, these nightmare creatures often take advantage of Ursoc's fatigue to forcibly corrupt his mind.

Over the years, Ursoc's spirit has been corrupted to a dangerous threshold. If this continues for a few more years, even if he dies, he will not be able to go to Ardenweald to be reborn. Instead, he will become a lackey of the Old Gods, spreading the mysteries of the Void throughout the continent.

No, Ursok could not accept this tragic fate.

"Alright," Rune said softly. Then, the dark magic, deeper than midnight, transformed into a hard spear, which he hurled with all his might. Before Ursock could react, he was pierced through by the terrifying spear.

The massive, mountain-like body suddenly froze, and a hole the size of a thumb appeared in Ursok's chest, piercing through his entire body. Then, the god's indestructible fur crumpled like paper by an invisible force, bones cracked with a series of sharp sounds, and the bear's eyes, burning with rage, instantly dimmed.

"Thank you————"

With his last ounce of strength, he thanked Rune, and then Ursoc's last remaining possession in this world was transformed into a round bead. As a god of the wilderness, Ursoc's soul fragment was priceless and could not be wasted.

The spear exploded after piercing through all the dream demon creatures within a straight line of several hundred meters. The violent explosion instantly annihilated a large number of dream demon creatures, and those that did not die immediately turned into a puddle of pus within the next few seconds.