Chapter 1635 Dream of Betrayal (Part 2)

"Impossible! He is older than me, how could he..."

"No! He has surrendered to the Scourge! Death has given him eternal life, and now he is even more powerful than at his peak!" In the magic mirror that Halduron opened, there was no trace of blood on his face, and there were only two groups of blue in his eyes. Kael'thas of Soul Fire waved his hand and caused hundreds of elven rangers to die in the sea of ​​fire.

"No-no-it shouldn't be like this!"

Five thousand years of hard work, destroyed in one day. The feeling that her life-long efforts were about to be ruined came overwhelmingly, making Sylvanas breathless.

She still holds [Solidar*Wrath of the Stars], and she still controls a large group of people under her command. However, the aging of her body has worn away her courage and corroded her heart.

A voice kept echoing in her ears. It was a voice she would always remember - the voice belonged to Anastrian Sunstrider. She took over this kingdom from the Sun Chaser Wang family who betrayed the high elves!

"Do you feel it? Sylvanas! Do you feel what I felt back then? All the hard work was wasted! All the future was forcibly taken away! There is nothing left, only this feeling of oldness and powerlessness! "

A feeling of weakness came, as if all the blood in the body had been drained.

Sylvanas felt as if she could no longer do the bow-drawing action that she had done hundreds of millions of times and was so familiar with it that it was like eating and drinking. The trembling feeling of old age was quickly corroding her heart.

"No! This isn't me! It's not me -" At the end of her words, Sylvanas found that there was a cry in her voice.

That feeling of powerlessness is simply the most terrifying torture for her who is always determined to make progress.

She can face the most terrifying enemy without fear, but she cannot face her aging self.

She may not care about her old appearance, but she cannot face herself who cannot even pull a bowstring.

She...trembled!

Anastrian's voice was full of magnetism and psychedelia: "Do you understand how I feel? Betrayal is not for personal gain. I am doing it to lead the elves better... for the elves to have a better future. …”

At this moment, Sylvanas was completely confused...

At the same time, in different dreams, every intruder is tortured by conscience, justice and belief.

In the Obsidian Temple dreamland, Onyxia returned to the past, and she became an inconspicuous baby dragon. Her father tore her mother into pieces in front of her, and then pressed the fingertips of his huge claws hard on Onyxia's back, so that she could only raise her neck and look up at this huge thing. A terrifying scene that occupied her entire field of vision.

The huge dragon nose kept spraying the breath of flames, and the acid accumulated in Deathwing's chest dripped along the edges of the metal armor and gathered into a stream, approaching the young and helpless her step by step.

She shivered and finally could only lower her head and listen to her father's lessons.

Those were the words that shocked the entire sanctuary, and even the entire world.

"Idiot! This is not betrayal! This is just us, the black dragon clan, breaking free from the cage given to us by those dirty Titans! Guardian Dragon!? Fart! This damn responsibility restricts our freedom! Whatever we want to do, we must go through it first 'Duty' allows! This is not an Aspect Dragon at all, we are just slaves used by the Titans to watch the door!"

"God Yogg-Saron is the original master of this world! They are the greatest local gods. The Titans are just a group of despicable invaders!"

"Look at you, Onyxia! You have disgraced our great black dragon family! There is nothing to be ashamed of to be a servant of the greatest ancient god, but to become a small human mount!? Your self-esteem is at stake. Were they eaten by slimes? Three thousand years ago, those humans were just jungle monkeys wearing animal skins!"

Onyxia only felt that her body seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and her father's figure in her eyes was getting bigger and bigger. He covered the entire sky with his black wings...

On the other side, Vashj dreams back to thousands of years ago, when she served as Queen Azshara's maid.

"Vashqi, do you know your guilt?" It was a voice like thunder. The perfect queen, with a perfect face, came down with words representing judgment.

Almost subconsciously, Vashj wanted to kneel down!

And...in the palace of Lordaeron.

Tirion saw the past, and as a bystander, he watched how Terenas treated Arthas indifferently.

No affection, no forgiveness.

Some are just one seemingly unattainable goal after another.

Work harder and harder, and there is no reward for achieving your goals, because that is a matter of course.

Failure to achieve the goal will only result in angry punishment.

All we talk about is responsibility!

A originally kind heart has actually become distorted...

In different dreams, each challenger has different encounters. As for Duke, as soon as he stepped into the dreamland, he knew that Yogg-Saron had spent a lot of money this time.

Because, he suddenly saw himself in the Internet cafe.

Every time I dream about it at midnight, that memory always comes back to me in the deepest part of my mind——

A dozen acquaintances, plus brothers and sisters from all over the country, formed a group of 40 people. Shouting and commanding at the top of his lungs in the voice group, screaming in the pain of destroying the group, and the ecstasy of finally overthrowing the boss after going through all kinds of hardships.

I still remember, the first time we formed a group to fight Molten Core, in front of the two molten giants at the door, they were killed all night long...

I still remember that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were stuck for two weeks, almost eight hours of high-intensity land reclamation every night... When the boss fell, the entire Internet cafe boiled, as if the cold tap water boiled to a boil in an instant. Baidu!

"Hahaha! It's over! It's over! I finally killed this boss!" Duke shouted wildly, raising his hands in the air, but in the midst of his joy, he suddenly had a question: "Where is my Alleria? My Where is the harem?”

"Are you stupid by playing games?" Good friend Aguang scolded with a smile: "We are playing games..."

"Game...?" Duke's smile suddenly turned bitter, because he suddenly saw that the mark on A Guang's retina was clearly: [Yog-Saron's Tentacles]!

Duke suddenly sighed: Yogg-Saron is indeed the evil god best at manipulating people's hearts. If there were no system elves, I would probably regard everything that happened to me in Azeroth as a distant dream. When I really believed that this was a dream, I would naturally [betray] the entire Azeroth. It's a pity...I can't go back! I, Duke - am already a demigod in Azeroth!

With a slightly sad smile, Duke snapped his fingers.

Almost instantly, all the friends sitting next to Duke in the Internet cafe were lit like human torches.