Stormwind God

"Malfurion!"

The voice from the depths of the soul became clearer, Malfurion knew very well that Tyrande was calling him beside his departed body.

Only in this way can the sound directly cross such a distant space as if echoing in his ear.

It should be Tyrande begging him, don't be reckless!

Malfurion deliberately focused his mind, regardless of Tyrande's call. He wandered in the corner and continued to stagnate, spreading his consciousness only slightly.

Xavius ​​stood in the next room, his attention apparently focused on the entrance of the portal exuding dark energy.

It was a small, solidified portal, and from time to time, some demons that were not particularly large entered Azeroth from there. After passing through the portal, they lined up in a neat and orderly queue and left the mage tower along the pre-designed channel.

"The resistance of those subversives is fierce, and we need more and more powerful troops ..." Xavius ​​seemed to be discussing with the Lord of a Burning Legion.

The situation is still good for Malfurion. If Xavius ​​stares at the vortex for a few more minutes, Malfurion believes he can complete the task quickly and leave safely first.

Malfurion floated towards the charmed shield, thinking about how to destroy it. The more elaborate the magic circuit, the more fragile it is. As long as the external protective measures are not hardened, some simple changes are enough.

As he moved forward, he could no longer hear Tyrande's voice. This either means Tyrande allowed him to do so, or ... the mysterious connection between him and his body has been cut off because of the super high concentration of elements in the mage tower.

In either case, he can't look back now.

Through the dream, Malfurion finally glanced at Xavis behind the wall of the mage tower full of magic loops, and then approached the spell shield with his own strength.

He was going to completely change the internal composition of the charm—a delicate seal, but he had gathered eight Sunburst Masters that year, and it took ten years to make it. Once destroyed, in his imagination, with the manpower of Queen Azshara, it would take several months to repair as soon as possible.

If it is clever and smooth enough, the spell's protective circle will not respond in a short time, until the moment when the spell completely collapses and the circulation of the branches of the eternal well is restored ...

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

In the realm of dreams, Malfurion cannot directly affect the real world. After confirming that there was no other existence around him, when he noticed him, Malfurion chanted the spell, bringing his soul closer to the material world.

At this time, he was no different from those souls who wandered around the world after death.

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

Spell Shield shakes ...

He is about to succeed.

Success is at hand.

Even the young Malfurion could hardly suppress the ecstasy erupted in his heart, and now he is far from the great Druid who was extremely stable ten thousand years later. For the night elves, Malfurion at this moment was still quite young.

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

He forgot what Cenarius taught--the closer to success, the more careful he had to be.

He didn't even notice the two exquisite, wicked, graceful female bodies emerging from the void behind his soul.

"Sure enough ... there are mice!"

"A ... magic mouse!"

Apparently it sounds like two very long and slow passages, and they are almost compressed into a syllable that is too short to penetrate directly into Malfurion's soul, allowing him to hear the two passages clearly. Every note in the vocal, and even the taunting tone in the discourse.

Oops!

Malfurion, who had the idea rising up in his heart, suddenly realized that, just at his doorstep, it had become a world!

Darkness and flames!

The two powerful forces that came out of thin air dispelled his natural power, and all efforts to influence the shield of spell charms became useless!

What's more terrifying is that Malfurion felt that the surrounding space began to become condensed. If he could not return to the realm of the Emerald Dream in the next second, his soul would be firmly confined in a small space.

That's right!

Every big demon is a master of juggling the soul!

Malfurion could not imagine what his soul would look like in the hands of a demon.

Is it going to fail completely?

Malfurion couldn't even imagine what Xavius ​​and the Burning Legion would strengthen their defenses after this defeat failed. The Emerald Dream is not invincible, he can't use the Emerald Dream to touch it again.

After the night elves' rebellion has been slaughtered, it is meaningless to discuss whether other night elves can regain the power of the Well of Eternity.

Is it really going to fail completely?

Malfurion's entire soul felt frozen because of extreme fear.

Just at the end, Malfurion suddenly felt something—it was a seed.

The ordinary seed certainly cannot attract his attention, but it is the seed of the tree of life. He will never admit it! Although the seed feels dead completely, even being completely devoured by the power of darkness, the tree of life is named because of its endless vitality.

As long as the external life force is injected, as long as the form of the seed is still intact, it can be regenerated.

Malfurion launches [Wild Growth]!

Originally, this was just a druid's healing magic. Used on the seeds of the tree of life, it has another effect.

Be caught off guard!

When a seed germinates, grows, and becomes a towering tree within one hundredth of a second, anyone must be aggressive.

Received a powerful druid's full magic infusion, and suddenly the tree of life popped up. According to Malfurion's will, he was transformed into a human shape for the first time, his fists came out, and the two looked very bad Female demon.

This Malfurion fought for his most precious time, and he was able to concentrate his last natural power on the Charm Shield.

However, as he was about to destroy the Charm Shield, a sudden fear came to him. Malfurion's soul trembled unconsciously.

"You won't touch this spell shield ..." A terrible voice appeared in his heart: "You don't want to do this. You just want to serve me ... worship me ..."