Malfurion, who had sacrificed the heart of the tree to Achahn, had lost most of his strength, but the corresponding pressure on himself had been reduced considerably, and the muttering that had been in his ears all along, just as the four gods of chaos had promised, disappeared.

It was as if the attention of the four gods of chaos had all been on Archaun, and Malfurion was just a dispensable pawn, and no one cared at all.

Malfurion Sadwind marched towards his goal with heavy steps, feeling himself weakening, the power of chaos that had embraced him dissipating as he moved.

He couldn't help but stop and take a breath, the Corrupted Tree Man was already more than ten meters tall at this time, but it was already showing a trace of fatigue, and the scabies all over his body continued to crack, but it would not recover as before.

The leaves that had once shone with a vicious luster also began to wither, and under the breeze, they continued to break away from their mothers, and a large amount of gray-white slime continued to flow along the parts of the treemen's limbs, pulling out long sticky threads, lifeless.

Malfurion is a man of great ambition, a man who has abandoned low-level tastes, and in his eyes there is no long-term man, power is eternal, whether it is becoming a wild boar to understand the way of nature, or incarnating a hotbed of chaos, it is part of his own path to the peak of power.

He believed that he could keep himself alive in the temptation of Chaos, and for now it seemed that his plan was successful, and it seemed that the Four Gods of Chaos really had no interest in him after he sacrificed the Tree Heart.

But Malfurion was a little unwilling, that human looked ordinary, and his strength and equipment were all blessed by the four gods of chaos, what was so special about him? Will the four gods of chaos be so concerned?

Malfurion had already felt the power of the four gods of Chaos, and the vast and boundless power was far more like a true god than the gods, and he gradually changed his mind, since the four gods of chaos were more powerful, why couldn't he follow their path?

The bewildered Corrupted Treant cautiously stepped forward again, he had to keep an eye on his movements, and without the protection of the forces of Chaos, his massive body itself was forcibly added by the beating of the body, like a fragile glass statue.

Malfurion was even afraid that his movements would be too large and fall apart, but he still had to go to the elven camp, he needed moon well water to completely remove the traces of Chaos' corruption, and he feared that Chaos had left a 'back door' on his body.

Only by washing himself with the water of the moon well can Malfurion put his heart down.

He also asked himself whether it was worth it, and the final result was worth it, no matter what, he had fought hard, in order to break through that limit, break through the shackles of his life, Malfurion had done everything he could.

Even with the help of the forces of Chaos, Malfurion will never regret it, he has found the key he needs, the door of legend has been opened in front of him, and he only needs to live now to have a chance......

"Hey, Lady Sadwind, do you remember me?" A cold voice suddenly appeared in Malfurion's ear, forcing him to turn his head slowly to find the person who was speaking.

Trouble came, Malfurion sighed as he turned his head, of course he knew that borrowing the power of chaos was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, but so what, he was Malfurion Sadness, a man who dared to be a beast!

A black, three-headed raven stood on the shoulder of the Corrupted Treant, and it was evident that it had been here for some time, as evidenced by a large puddle of excrement.

"I'm sorry, I almost threw up when I smelled you, so I can only pull out some of it first to solve this problem." The grotesque raven sneered, seemingly pleased with Malfurion's current misery.

The half-man-tall crow was clearly a druid as well, and Malfurion not only knew him, but they were also connected by blood.

This is one of his many 'children', a very ordinary descendant of humanity, with a little druidic talent, who has been hidden within the Pastoral Ring as his eyeliner at the grassroots level of the organization.

Before he took refuge in Chaos, Malfurion had sent him to bewitch the lizardmen tribe to deal with the Seris.

But Malfurion chose to defect into Chaos after he left, and never paid attention to this heir again, and now it seems that the other party has chosen the right path like him.

"Good job, bird." As if he didn't hear the hostility of the other party, Malfurion complimented the other party: "I knew you were a promising child." ”

Malfurion had so many descendants that he didn't bother to name them, and in front of him, he was used to calling each other bird.

"They told me you were weak right now, so I wanted to come and help." One of the bird's heads said to Malfurion, while the other said, "We want to take this opportunity to make you feel our pain, father." ”

The head of the three crows stared at Malfurion coldly, and did not say anything, it just lowered its head silently and pierced Malfurion's skin with its sharp mouthparts.

Malfurion suddenly felt a familiar force spread through his body, and his previously rusty body began to function again.

And the crow, which was called the little bird, and the other two heads cried out in horror: "What is the matter! ”

Malfurion watched as the 'little bird' was sucked dry by himself, and the charred corpse seemed to have been burned by fire, he didn't care, it wasn't even a chess piece, and he had killed countless offspring with his own hands, so did he care about another one?

He was more concerned about why the Chaos Gods chose to give him power here at this time, as a pawn on the chessboard, Malfurion knew that every step of the Chaos Gods' plan had a deep meaning.

If they want to make themselves strong again, then there must be a strong enemy nearby!

"I can already smell you, Chaos." Demon hunter Xu Yichen followed the footprints left by Malfurion all the way, and finally saw the tall rotting body.

On the other side, the metal staff in the navigator Calanhill's hand slammed on the ground, and a small inclined portal flashed, and three wild hounds were summoned.

High up, the elven prince looked unusually handsome despite wearing ill-fitting armor, with arrows glittering with magic on the bowstring.

MMP, Malfurion felt a pain in his head as soon as he saw these people, he opened his mouth, and said weakly: "And slow down......"

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