Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 428: Ysera

Is it a scream?

Is it a roar?

Is it the roar of the end?

Or is it the voice of despair?

Duke can't tell the difference!

I don't want to tell the difference!

He wants to vent! He wants to rewrite everything!

Is a 21% deviation enough?

If it's not enough, I will help you to get it to 100%, 200%...1000%!

I don't believe it!

Is strength really everything?

Is fate really unchangeable?!

No!

no way!

Everyone has the right to dream!

I paid so much!

I have changed the world so much!

Why am I not qualified to break the fate and turn my dream into reality! ?

In a realm Duke couldn't see, with his soul as the center, a strange wave spread out. The peaceful spiritual world began to stir up a strong wind, which set off a huge wave and stirred every dream.

Many images came to him, but they were not his dreams... they were other people's dreams. At this moment, Duke saw humans, elves, dwarves, and even orcs and goblins, as well as their wishes and requests. He endured the pain brought by their nightmares and tasted their sweet feelings.

If Duke's previous memory could produce dreams with a capacity of only 10TB, then the dreams that are being stirred up now are countless billions and countless trillions.

There are clearly countless dreams with countless scenes, but Duke's dream of destiny stands out among the countless dreams, struggling forward and leaving all other dreams behind.

"Ahhhh!"

This is a call beyond the mortal world!

"Aaaaaaah!!"

This is a cry that shakes the dream world!

"Aaaaaaaaaaa—"

This is the roar that shakes the long river of fate—

Whenever this sound seems to have reached its peak and cannot go any higher, it seems as if a higher mountain will appear for it to surpass and for it to step on as proof of its achievement.

Countless dreams began to resonate with Duke's dream, emitting the loudest sound capable of spreading to the entire dream world.

Suddenly, Duke felt himself being pulled up and into a place filled with light and color.

Almost at the same moment, his heavy and suppressed breathing became smooth, and his frozen and sluggish thoughts also became smooth.

Without opening my eyes, I felt myself immersed in a emerald green, hazy world.

In that green flowing space, another illusion appeared. Unlike the other mixed images around it, it maintained a single shape and continued to grow, completely overwhelming the tiny figure in the wizard's robe.

right!

Compared to the being before him, Duke was incredibly small.

A graceful dragon appeared, both real and illusory. She stretched out her wings, as if she had just woken up. Her body was covered in the light green of the dusk forest. Duke raised his head, expecting to meet her eyes, but found that her eyes were sleepy. However, he had no doubt that the Dream ms. was fully aware of his presence.

The corners of the green dragon's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an arc that was extremely gentle for a dragon.

"In order to see me, you actually drank the Dream of Death? It seems that you want to sacrifice yourself to change your fate? Fate is not as easy to change as you think! Besides, I will not let you make such a sacrifice, Edmund Duke. From the day you came to this world and entered my domain, you have always been the dream person who interests me the most."

The most charming dream lover...

As a legendary guardian dragon who has been guarding the Emerald Dream for who knows how many years, what kind of dreams has Ysera not seen?

The same old dreams, superficial dreams, made Ysera feel bored.

I don't want excitement, but at least something new would be nice.

Duke's dreams occasionally entered Ysera's vision.

That was just the level of attention, far from the level where she would appear.

But today was different. The dream that was so strong that it could change the lives of millions of people deeply attracted her, which led to her appearance.

Seeing Ysera coming, Duke seemed to instinctively want to stand firm on the ground, or in other words, find a place to land. However, from the beginning, the ground around Duke was not real.

It feels like stepping on an unformed rice cake, which cannot bear the force and is easily deformed.

But Duke was not an ignorant bumpkin. He almost subconsciously thought of astronauts.

This is the Emerald Dream, a place made up of 'dreams'.

If that's the case...

Duke was dreaming, or rather imagining, in front of Ysera.

A gentle breeze blew in the Emerald Dream, and Ysera's huge eyelids seemed to move. She looked at Duke with interest and did not stop Duke's behavior.

Ysera was immediately surprised. She saw Duke solidifying this liquid-like substance, which she called the Dream of Origin, under Duke's powerful mental will, into a chair that looked like wind but was actually solid.

Duke sat on it and adjusted himself to be parallel to her line of sight, facing her huge dragon head, less than ten meters away.

Duke apologized bluntly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your territory, but I feel guilty about not being able to land."

"It's okay, Duke."

"Thank you, Ysera..."

"Why did you suddenly come to me today? What's the matter?" The expression on the green dragon's face should be a smile.

Duke sighed, he didn't have time to play tricks with Ysera. Because for the Emerald Dream that mortals couldn't even imagine, the biggest characteristic of the 'dream' was that it was unpredictable. As the master and guardian of this world, Ysera also inherited almost the same characteristics.

If you beat around the bush with her, she can talk to you for a hundred years without repeating herself.

"You are so elegant and polite, and you didn't even put on the airs of a dragon even to a mere mortal like me. Why did you pretend not to see everything? Why did you repeatedly reject the pleas of a great red dragon when Krasus, or rather, Koleostrasz, found you?"

"Koleostrasz! Duke, it seems you know a lot." Ysera did not comment.

"Knowledge and history exist in books." Duke pointed to his head: "Okay, can you answer my question?"

Ysera's huge figure seemed to float backwards.

The green dragon in the vision was distorted and distorted, and her body had some psychedelic ripples, just like she and Duke, one was underwater and the other was on the surface. When a drop of water fell into a quiet pond, the ripples blocked each other's vision.

Her eyes were closed, but her face never left the intruder of her dream.