Malfurion, who gave the heart of the tree to Acharn, lost most of his power, but the corresponding pressure on him was reduced a lot, and just as the four gods of Chaos promised, the murmuring that had been surrounding his ears disappeared.

It seemed that the four gods of Chaos had all focused on Acharn, and Malfurion was just an optional pawn, and no one cared about it.

Malfurion, with heavy steps, moving towards his goal step by step. He felt that he was weak, and the chaotic power that once embraced him was dissipating with his movement.

He couldn't help but stop and breathe. At this time, the Corrupt Tree Man was over ten meters tall, but he had already shown a hint of fatigue. The scabies covered with his body continued to crack, but he would not recover as before.

The leaves that once shined with vicious luster also began to wither and kept leaving the mother body in the breeze. A large amount of gray-white mucus flowed along the part of the limbs of the tree, pulling out long sticky silk, and being dead.

Malfurion is a man with lofty ambitions, a man who abandons low-level interests. In his eyes, no one can move forward, and strength is eternal. Whether it is to become a wild boar and realize the way of nature or transform into a breeding ground of chaos, it is part of his own path to the top of power.

He believed that he could maintain himself in the temptation of chaos. As for the moment, his plan seemed to be very successful. The four gods of Chaos seemed to have no interest in him after he gave his heart.

But Malfurion instead felt a little unwilling. The human being looked ordinary, and his strength and equipment were all blessed by the four gods of Chaos. What was his specialness? That would make the four gods of Chaos so concerned?

Malfurion had already felt the power of the four gods of Chaos. The vast and boundless power was far more like a true god than the gods. He gradually changed his mind. Since the four gods of Chaos were even more powerful, why could he not follow their path?

The corruption tree man, full of confusion, took a careful step again. He had to pay attention to his actions at all times and lost the protection of the power of chaos. His huge body itself was forced to add value, just like a fragile glass product.

Malfurion was even afraid that his movements would fall apart and he still wanted to go to the elf camp. He needed the Moon Well Water to completely clear the traces of corruption of Chaos. He was worried that Chaos would leave a "back door" on his body.

Only by washing yourself with the Moon Well water can Malfurion let go of his heart.

He also asked himself whether this is worth it. The final result is worth it. He has worked hard no matter what. In order to break through that limit and break through his own shackles of life, Malfurion has done everything he can do.

Even with the help of the power of chaos, Malfurion would never regret it. He had found the key he needed, and the door of the legend had been opened in front of him. Now he only needs to survive and have a chance...

"Hey, Lord Yufeng, do you still remember me?" A cold voice suddenly appeared in Malfurio's ear, forcing him to slowly turn his head to find the person who spoke.

The trouble came. Malfurion sighed as he turned his head. Of course he knew that borrowing the power of chaos was like making a fuck with a tiger, but so what, he was Malfurion, a man who dared to be a beast in the sun!

A three-headed black crow stood on the shoulders of the corrupt tree man, and it was obvious that it had been here for a while, and a large pool of excrement proved this.

"Sorry, I almost vomited when I smelled the smell on you, so I could only pull out part of it to solve this problem first." The weird crow kept sneering, as if very satisfied with Malfurion's current miserable situation.

This crow, half a man tall, was obviously a druid. Malfurion not only knew him, but also had blood connections between them.

This is one of his many "children", a very ordinary descendant of human beings, with some druid talents, which have been hidden inside the Ring of the Trees to act as his eyeliner at the grassroots level of the organization.

Before he defected to Chaos, Malfurion sent him to deceive the Lizardman tribe and deal with the Cialis together.

But after he set off, Malfurion chose to rebel into Chaos and never paid attention to this offspring again. Now it seems that the other party is like him and has chosen the right path.

"Good job, little bird." Malfurion praised the other party as if he hadn't heard the other party's hostility: "I knew you were a promising child."

Malfurion had too many descendants that he was too lazy to name them, and the one in front of him was used to calling him the other bird.

"They told me that you're weak now, so I want to come and help." One of the birds said to Malfurio, while the other said in a synchronous manner: "We want to take this opportunity to let you experience our pain, Father."

The head among the three crows kept staring at Malfurio coldly, without saying anything. It just lowered its head silently and poked Malfurio's skin with its sharp mouthpart.

Malfurio suddenly felt a familiar force spreading in his body, and his body, which had been rusted before, began to operate again.

And the crow, known as the bird, shouted in horror: "What's going on!"

Malfurion watched the 'bird' being sucked dry by himself, and the charred corpse seemed to have been burned by a fire. He didn't care at all. It was not even a chess piece. He had killed countless descendants with his own hands. Do you care about one more?

What he cared more about was why the Gods of Chaos chose to give him strength at this time. As a chess piece on the chessboard, Malfurion knew that each step of the four Gods of Chaos had its profound meaning.

If they want to make themselves stronger again, then there will be strong enemies nearby!

"I have already smelled your stench, chaos." Demon hunter Xu Yichen followed the footprints left by Malfurion all the way, and finally saw the tall rotten body.

On the other side, the metal staff in the navigator Karan Hill's hand hit the ground hard, and a small tilted portal flashed by, and three wild hounds were summoned.

At a high place, although the Elf Prince was wearing a suitably fit armor, he still looked extremely handsome, with arrows flashing with magic luster being placed on the bowstrings.
Chapter completed!