Malfurion Grief felt that his time was running out, that there were more and more parts of his body that belonged to the Tree of Corruption, and that parts of Malfurion were becoming less and less.

The Tree of Corruption, as a work of Nurgle, is a huge contribution to Chaos as long as it exists in this world, and Malfurion must work hard to balance herself with the Tree of Corruption.

Otherwise, he will be completely replaced by the Tree of Corruption.

Now, there are two paths in front of Malfurion, one is to continue as planned, he is now less than a third of the way to the elven camp, but there is a high probability that he will completely lose himself before he reaches the elven camp.

On the other hand, the Chosen Son of Chaos favored by the Four Gods is waiting to be fed and needs his help, and if Malfurion is willing to go and help, he can get more time to survive.

Of course, it could also be a joke, a joke from the Chaos Gods, full of malice, maybe there were no Chaos Children there at all, and when Malfurion wasted the only time he had left, all that awaited him was endless ridicule from the Chaos Gods.

Which way to go?

Do you accept the mission given by the Four Gods of Chaos? Take a gamble?

Malfurion's remaining cerebral rational judgment that he had lost that chance to turn the tables, and now that he was just a big fish on the table, the only thing the Chaos Evil God could argue about was how to deal with himself.

But he was still unwilling to give up, and during this time Malfurion artificially created more than 5,000 Chaos Worshippers, and the members of the primitive tribes were easy to fool, they couldn't tell what was an evil god and what was nature worship.

Many people fell to the ground when they saw Malfurion's body, which was more than 20 meters long, and Malfurion was like a moving World Tree, with a tall canopy full of disgusting maggots and putrefactive substances.

In addition, Malfurion also uses his own bloodline descendants as a channel to let more than a hundred Chaos demons descend through the Chaos Gate in his body, they will be a nightmare in this world, and will continue to open new Chaos Gates.

But that wasn't enough, the Tree of Corruption grew so fast that he had little power to parry.

Malfurion stayed where he was for about three minutes, then finally sighed and chose to compromise and go another way.

During those three minutes, the ground beneath his feet dried up and cracked, the surrounding plants quickly died, and the invisible plague mixed with the air to blossom and bear fruit, spreading farther with the breeze.

The parasites that lived on him took the opportunity to break off and burrow into the unnourished earth, burrowing into the ground with a piercing scream, and countless aerial roots took root in the earth, and then intertwined into a carpet of lichen that covered the surface, and new flowers of sin thrived on it.

Deedrick Green spent the most memorable night of his life in the castle, and when he woke up, he had no memory of what he had done, and the castle was empty, as if everyone had disappeared overnight.

But the feeling that all his desires were completely satisfied made him refreshed, and vaguely he could only remember a piece of blood and that charming figure.

"What an unforgettable night!" Deedric stretched and lay down on the knight's bed.

After half an hour of panic, Didrick finally determined that he was the only living person in the entire castle.

So the bold Deedric began to steal all kinds of valuable-looking items with a sack, and for some reason he seemed so sure that the knight would never come back to catch him, and a strange sense of security made him finally put down the sack.

"Why don't I stay when they're all gone?" Deedrick was taken aback by his own thoughts, what the hell was wrong with him?

But in the end, Diderick could not resist the temptation, and he put on the smooth silk shirt of the knight, and the trousers of calfskin, and the elaborate inner armor that the knight wore every day, and walked around the castle as if he were at home.

"Is this the life of the aristocracy?" Deedrick felt a little drunk, this was the life he had always dreamed of!

After a morning of wandering around the castle alone, Didrick still did not feel a pang of hunger, as if he had eaten a whole cow yesterday.

But in fact he remembered that it was not dark when he had eaten yesterday, and that the food was just a piece of moldy black bread.

"Anyway, it's time to treat your belly!" With his sense of smell, Deedric found the castle's kitchen, which he had never been to before.

"Vegetables, vegetables, fruits, don't." Deedric felt sick to his stomach at the sight of the food, and he threw it all over the floor, finally finding a large piece of ham in the cellar and devouring it.

It was a fifteen-kilogram piece of ham, and Didrick had wiped it all out by himself, but he felt hungrier and hungrier the more he ate.

"O god of war! It's you, Dederick! A crisp female voice looked at the gobbling Didric at the mouth of the cellar: "How dare you steal the knight's ham!" Are you crazy, aren't you afraid that he will hang you? Where are all the guards today? Why are you alone? ”

Deedric knew this woman, the daughter of the castle's cook, her name was Miley, a very kind widow who often helped Dederick.

She had taken a leave of absence to visit her children in the city the other day, and when she came back today she found the castle empty, except for Didrick.

Deedric was grateful to the widow, and if it weren't for her, he would have almost starved to death on several occasions.

But now Deedric looked at the widow and had the only thought - delicious!

"What are you going to do—" The young widow's screams came to an abrupt halt as she was dragged straight into the cellar by two deformed tentacle-like arms, followed by a tooth-aching chewing sound.

A few hours later.

"Miley, make me something to eat." Didrick sat in the place where the knight usually sits, and looked at the young widow in front of him: "I want to have some more leg meat." ”

"Of course, Lord Archahn!" Miley, who only had half of her face left, chopped off half of her calf without hesitation: "Today's leg meat is very fresh, the meat is tender, you must like it." ”

"Call me Dederick."

"Yes, Master Archahn."