Malfurion Grief slowly extended one of his roots into the mouth of a stump well, and after a period of adaptation, he was able to slowly manipulate part of the root system of his new body.

The coolness with a tingling touch made him let out a pleasant muffled sound, and the swollen treeman who was more than ten meters tall kept shivering, shaking off dozens of palm-sized parasites from his body, and they screamed and scattered after they landed.

The moon well abandoned by the elves saved him, and Malfurion's will took possession of the body once again.

Malfurion, who had long since abandoned his human identity, did not feel how strange and disgusting he was now, and in his centuries-long experience of understanding nature, this physical and behavioral strangeness could no longer affect him.

What was truly fatal was the pervasive chaotic erosion, and he could feel his sanity crumbling, his consciousness collapsing.

As the remaining Moon Spring water at the bottom of the well was sucked up, Malfurion directly tore off the branch, which had been corroded by the purifying power of the Moon Spring.

Malfurion had found a way to the next level by gathering the remains of the Corrupted Tree, and he knew he had a good chance of getting away, but he couldn't help it.

In order to surpass himself and become a legend, Malfurion has paid too much, how proud was he before?

As he came to the end of his path as a Druid of the Raptor, he did many things that even he spurned himself, but none of this helped him unravel the mysteries of Nature's will, and the legend was like an unattainable dream.

As time and life passed, Malfurion gradually turned his attention to the Way of Plants, the earliest path of the Druids, far more esoteric than the Way of the Birds of Prey.

He was a brilliant and talented druid, and Malfurion came from behind, quickly surpassing Master Gast's realm in the field of plants.

But the road ahead made him hopeless.

It seems that the will of nature has long been shattered by the outbreak of the first chaotic erosion, and can no longer support the birth of a legend.

When Malfurion comes into contact with the deepest secrets, he finally understands why the druids have not been born in hundreds of years.

Because of chaos.

There is such a large area of this world that has been occupied by chaos and turned into a chaotic fall zone, and the forces of chaos are centered there, constantly tormenting the will of nature.

The path of the druid has long been cut off, and despite Malfurion's talents, there is no way to advance, which destroys the path he has always held.

Malfurion Grief's age is over two hundred and twenty years old, if it weren't for the relatively long life of the druid, he would have been buried in the earth a long time ago, and only the legendary realm can allow him to break through the limitations of his life form and gain a longer lifespan.

He didn't tell anyone that the natural will was dead, and no one among the existing druids could touch this level, and they could at most feel the abnormality of the natural will, but they would never feel it so clearly to him.

Malfurion also felt the power of order from the East, if he was still young, maybe Malfurion would choose to wait for the seed to grow, but he didn't have time to wait, he was old, and he was dying!

When the remains of the Corrupt Tree appeared before him, Malfurion thought to himself, maybe the predatory Corrupt Plant could help him?

However, as a druid, Malfurion knew too well the dangers of Chaos, and he was worried that his willpower would be completely worn out by Chaos, so he chose another way, avoiding the most direct corruption.

When Malfurion assimilated himself into the Tree of Corruption by absorbing the remains of the Corrupted Tree, he banished his consciousness into the Emerald Dream, an illusory dream used by the druids in ancient times to comprehend nature.

After the collapse of natural consciousness, it became a chaotic storm, like the most chaotic storm, enough to destroy the consciousness of the most determined druids, and it had been decades since a druid had tried to link to the Emerald Dream.

For Malfurion, no matter how harsh the environment is, it is easier than facing chaos head-on.

Malfurion Grief was right, he saved most of his consciousness with great perseverance, although many memories were shattered and disappeared in the 'Emerald Dream', but it didn't matter, now that he had mastered the true path to heaven.

If the will of nature cannot lead him forward, then he carves a path of his own!

Malfurion glanced with some regret at the drained Moon Spring, the precious water that had kept him awake for the past three days, not driven mad by the crazy images in his mind.

Now, he must keep moving in search of more Moon Spring.

Malfurion is a genius, and for the past three days, in addition to absorbing the Moon Spring, he has been testing the corrupting power in his body.

He found that when his actions were in line with the way the Will of Chaos acted, his erosion was a little more 'peaceful'.

This gave Malfurion some cushion, and he bewitched several centaur clans that had once obeyed him, sacrificing half of them to the great Chaos, while the other half was armed, burning and looting through the Black Forest.

Malfurion's ultimate goal is to preserve his sense of self and to ascend to the gods in the form of the Tree of Corruption.

But in order to accomplish this, he first needed more Moon Spring water to fight the erosion of chaos on himself.

In the Black Forest, there is no secret that Malfurion does not know, he happens to know the gathering place of the elves, and even he vaguely guesses that somewhere in the Far South Continent, there is a city belonging to the elves!

"Hahaha! I won't fail! I will be the new incarnation of nature! Malfurion Sadwind laid another giant egg in a burst of laughter.

But this time, before the giant egg could hatch, it was grabbed by the giant corrupted tree man and sent into the giant mouth, chewed and swallowed a few bites: "You can't defeat me, I'm Malfurion Sadness!" ”

As the Corrupted Tree shook the ground, the forest gradually regained its tranquility, leaving only a large patch of broken aerial roots spreading on the surface, entwining and biting at each other, and then linking the surrounding trees together.

No more insects, no more birds, no more critters, they either ran fast and moved away from the Corrupt Treants in advance, or they turned into fertilizer, making the plants more lush.

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