"Malfurion!"

The voice from the depths of his soul became clearer, and Malfurion knew very well that it was Tyrande calling to him beside his soulless body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only in this way can the sound directly cross such a long distance of space, as if echoing in his ears.

It should be Tyrande begging him not to be reckless!

Malfurion deliberately focused his spirit, ignoring Tyrande's call. He wandered around the corner, continuing to stagnate, spreading his sense only slightly.

Savis stood in the next room, his attention clearly focused on the portal entrance that radiated dark energy.

It was a small, solidified portal, from which from time to time demons of not very large size entered Azeroth. After passing through the portal, they lined up in a neat and orderly queue to leave the mage tower along a pre-designed passage.

"The rebellion of the rebels is fierce, and we need more and stronger troops...... "Savis seemed to be discussing with one of the lords of the Burning Legion.

The situation is still in Malfurion's favor. If Savis had stared at the maelstrom for a few more minutes, Malfurion would have been confident that he could complete the task quickly and leave safely.

Malfurion floated towards the spell shield, already figuring out how to destroy it. The more delicate the magic circuit, the more fragile it is, as long as it doesn't knock the outer protective measures, some simple changes are enough.

As he advanced, he could no longer hear Tyrande's voice. This either means that Tyrande allowed him to do so, or ...... Because of the extremely high elemental concentration in the mage tower, his mysterious connection with his body has been severed.

Whatever the case may be, he can't turn back now.

Malfurion looked through the dream, took one last look at Savis behind the wall of the mage's tower, which was filled with magic circuits, and approached the spell shield with his own strength.

He was ready to completely change the internal composition of the spell - this elaborate seal, but it took ten years of work to gather eight Archmages of the Dawn and make it. Once destroyed, in his imagination, with the manpower of Empress Aishara's side, it would take several months to repair it at the earliest.

If done skillfully and smoothly enough, the spell's protective circle will not respond for a short time until the moment when the spell completely collapses and the Well of Eternity branch is back in circulation......

At that time, he had already completed the destruction and left cleanly.

In the realm of dreams, Malfurion is unable to directly influence the real world. After making sure that no other beings around him had noticed him, Malfurion cast a spell that brought his soul closer to the material world.

At this time, he was not much different from those wandering spirits in the corners of the world after death.

Malfurion began his spell. What he is now calling is the power of the world, the power of nature. He used this power to reassemble the spell, a new form that would negate the purpose of the spell and eventually cause it to disappear.

The spell shield faltered......

He's on the verge of success.

Success is within reach.

The young Malfurion could barely suppress the ecstasy welling up in his heart, and now he was far from the great druid who was extremely calm after 10,000 years. For the Night Elves, Malfurion was still quite young at the moment.

"I'm going to be the hero who saved Kadore!"

He had forgotten the teaching of Cenarius that the closer you get to success, the more you need to be more careful.

He didn't even notice that two delicate, malevolent female bodies emerged from the void behind his soul.

"Sure enough...... There are rats!"

"One...... Wonder mouse!"

The two passages, which sounded like long and slow, were compressed into a syllable that could not be shorter in almost no particular order, piercing Malfurion's soul and allowing him to hear every note of the two passages, and even the mocking tone of the words.

Oops!

Malfurion, who had this thought in his heart, suddenly found that it was close at hand, and it had become the end of the world!

Darkness and fire!

Two powerful forces that burst out of thin air forcibly dispersed his natural power, and all attempts to affect the spell shield were all in vain!

What's even more terrifying is that Malfurion felt that the space around him began to become condensed, and if he couldn't return to the realm of the Emerald Dream in the next second, then his soul would be firmly imprisoned in a small space.

That's right!

Every great demon is a master of playing with the soul!

Malfurion couldn't imagine what would happen to his soul if it fell into the hands of a demon.

Is it going to be a complete failure?

Malfurion couldn't even imagine what Savis and the Burning Legion would do to strengthen the defenses here after this failure of destruction. The Emerald Dream Realm is not invincible, and it is impossible for him to use the Emerald Dream Realm to touch it again.

Once the Night Elves' resistance has been slaughtered, there is no point in discussing whether the other Night Elves can regain the power of the Well of Eternity.

Is it really going to be a complete failure?

Malfurion's entire soul was frozen in a trance due to extreme fear.

At the end of the day, Malfurion sensed something—it was a seed.

Ordinary seeds, of course, could not attract his attention, but they were the seeds of the tree of life. He would never admit that he was mistaken! Although the seed had sensed completely dead, and even completely devoured all its life force by the power of darkness, the tree of life was so named because of its endless life force.

As long as there is an infusion of external life force, as long as the form of the seed is still intact, it can regenerate.

Malfurion brazenly launches [Wild Growth]!

Originally, it was just a druid's restorative magic. When used on the seeds of the tree of life, it has another effect.

Caught off guard!

When a seed sprouts, grows, and becomes a towering tree in hundredths of a second, anyone is confused.

Receiving a powerful druid's full magic infusion, the tree of life suddenly appeared, and according to Malfurion's will, he immediately turned into a human form, and his fists came out together, blasting at the two female demons who looked extremely difficult to mess with.

This Malfurion had bought the most precious time, and he was able to concentrate the last of his natural forces on the spell shield.

However, just as he was about to destroy the spell shield, a sudden fear came over him. Malfurion's soul began to tremble unconsciously.

"You won't touch this spell shield......" a terrible voice appeared in his mind, "You don't want to do this." You just want to serve me...... Adore me ......"