Chapter 843: Life
"Malfurion!"
The voice from the depths of his soul became clearer, and Malfurion knew very well that it must be Tyrande calling him from beside his soulless body.
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 mind, ignoring Tyrande’s call. He floated in the corner, continued to stagnate, and only slightly expanded his spiritual sense.
Xavius stood in the next room, his attention clearly focused on the portal entrance that emanated dark energy.
It was a small solidified portal, and from time to time some demons of not particularly large size entered Azeroth from there. After passing through the portal, they lined up in an orderly queue and left the Mage Tower along a pre-designed passage.
"The resistance of those rebels is fierce. We need more and stronger troops..." Xavius seemed to be discussing with a lord of the Burning Legion.
The situation was still in Malfurion’s favor. If Xavius could stare at the vortex for a few more minutes, Malfurion believed he could complete the task quickly and leave with safety first.
Malfurion floated towards the spell shield, and had already thought of how to destroy it. The more sophisticated the magic circuit, the more fragile it was. As long as he didn’t hit the external protective measures, some simple changes would be enough.
As he moved forward, he could no longer hear Tyrande’s voice. This either meant that Tyrande allowed him to do this, or... because of the extremely high concentration of elements in the mage tower, the mysterious connection between him and his body had been severed.
Whatever the case, he couldn’t turn back now.
Through the dream, Malfurion took a last look at Xavius behind the wall of the mage tower covered with magic circuits, and then approached the rune shield with his own strength.
He planned to completely change the internal composition of the talisman. This delicate seal was created by eight great mages of the Sun, who gathered together for ten years. In his imagination, if it was destroyed, it would take at least several months of repairs for Queen Azshara to repair it.
If it is done skillfully and smoothly enough, the protective magic array of the talisman will not react for a short period of time, until the moment when the talisman completely collapses and the branch of the Well of Eternity resumes circulation...
By that time, he had already completed the destruction and left cleanly.
In the dream realm, Malfurion cannot directly affect the real world. After confirming that no one else around noticed him, Malfurion chanted a spell to bring his soul closer to the material world.
At this time, he was no different from those wandering souls that drifted around the world after death.
Malfurion began his spell. What he called upon now was the power of the world, the power of nature. He used this power to reassemble the talisman into a new form that would negate the talisman’s purpose and ultimately cause it to disappear.
The spell shield wavered...
He is almost there.
Success is just around the corner.
The young Malfurion could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He was no longer the calm Archdruid he would be ten thousand years later. For the night elves, Malfurion was still quite young.
"I’m going to be the hero who saves the Kaldorei!"
He forgot Cenarius’s teachings - the closer you are to success, the more careful you need to be.
He didn’t even notice the two exquisitely shaped, evil-looking female bodies that emerged from the void behind his soul.
"Sure enough... there are rats!"
"A...magical mouse!"
What clearly sounded like two very long and slow paragraphs were compressed into a syllable that could not be shorter, almost in no particular order, and pierced directly into Malfurion’s soul, allowing him to hear clearly every note of the two paragraphs, even the sarcastic tone in the words.
Oh no!
When Malfurion had this thought in his mind, he suddenly realized that what was so close had become so far away!
Darkness and fire!
Two powerful forces burst out from nowhere and forcibly dispelled his natural power. All his efforts to influence the talisman shield became useless!
What’s even more terrifying is that Malfurion felt that the space around him was becoming condensed. If he could not return to the Emerald Dream in the next second, his soul would be firmly imprisoned in a small space.
That’s right!
Every great demon is a master at playing with souls!
Malfurion could not imagine what would happen to his soul if it fell into the hands of a demon.
Is it going to fail completely?
Malfurion couldn’t even imagine how Xavius and the Burning Legion would strengthen the defenses here after the failure of this sabotage. The Emerald Dream was not invincible, and he couldn’t use the Emerald Dream to sneak in again.
After the night elves’ resistance was completely wiped out, there was no point in discussing whether other night elves could regain the power of the Well of Eternity.
Is it really going to fail completely?
Malfurion’s entire soul felt like it was frozen in a trance due to extreme fear.
At the very last moment, Malfurion suddenly sensed something - it was a seed.
Ordinary seeds certainly couldn’t attract his attention, but that was the seed of the Tree of Life. He would never make a mistake! Although the seed seemed to be completely dead, and even completely devoured by the power of darkness, the Tree of Life was called this because of its endless vitality.
As long as it is injected with external life force and its seed form is preserved intact, it can regenerate.
Malfurion brazenly launches Wild Growth!
Originally, this was just a druid’s recovery magic, but when used on the seeds of the Tree of Life, it had another effect.
Caught off guard!
When a seed sprouts, grows and turns into a towering tree in one hundredth of a second, everyone would be stunned.
The Tree of Life suddenly appeared, receiving an infusion of all the magic power from a powerful druid. According to Malfurion’s will, it immediately transformed into a human form and punched out with both fists, attacking the two female demons who looked extremely difficult to deal with.
This Malfurion bought the most precious time, allowing him to concentrate the last of the natural forces on the rune shield.
However, as he was about to destroy the rune shield, a sudden fear came over him. Malfurion’s soul began to tremble unconsciously.
"You will not touch this talisman shield..." A terrible voice appeared in his heart: "You don’t want to do this. You just want to serve me... worship me..."