"It's so good that Lady Tyrande is alright," Jaina said with delight.
In Malfurion's eyes, Jaina appeared as adorable as a small animal, with big, cute eyes that made one want to reach out and touch her.
Malfurion quickly composed himself. Although reluctant to leave, reason told him he couldn't waste time here.
"Jaina, I have something to do," Malfurion said, trying to be as tactful as possible.
"Wow, what is this? It's so big! Can I touch it?" Jaina's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she pointed at the horn Malfurion was carrying and asked excitedly.
Malfurion knew he couldn't afford to waste time, but he didn't want to see Jaina's disappointed expression. He untied the horn and handed it over, patiently explaining, "This is a magical artifact capable of arousing the Wrath of Nordrassil."
Jaina's fair little hand curiously stroked the horn. "It's so hard, is it blown with your mouth?"
Malfurion nodded, about to explain how to use the horn.
Jaina's expression quickly turned cold, as if Frost had instantly formed on her pretty face. She disgustedly shoved the horn into Malfurion's hand.
"I'm disappointed. I thought it would be something good! At least the weather is nice today."
This abrupt change left Malfurion feeling very uncomfortable. He looked at Jaina with a slightly embarrassed expression, unsure of what to do.
"You know, there are always some old men, with huge beards, older than my great-great-great-grandfather, who shamelessly flaunt themselves in front of me like gorillas, just trying to take advantage of me. It's disgusting."
Jaina spoke in a cold, pointed, and sarcastic tone.
Malfurion stroked his long beard, feeling both amused and exasperated. His face flushed red, and he hurriedly took his leave of Jaina.
Malfurion continued to track Archimonde, but doubts lingered in his mind.
"They say that human women, though their youth is fleeting, are also the most fickle and unpredictable, their moods changing in an instant. It seems that's indeed true. Strange, this Jaina's appearance and figure are quite ordinary, so why did I fall in love with her at first sight?"
Malfurion shook his head, realizing that his goodwill towards Jaina had melted away like ice and snow. With the goodwill gone, wariness immediately welled up in his heart. He hurriedly took off the horn to check it, and fortunately, he could not find any damage.
Archimonde climbed onto the trunk of the World Tree, where a huge burl grew among the branches.
The top of the burl split open, revealing a mysterious energy of alternating green and black, shrouded in an ominous aura of corruption. Occasionally, a leaf would fall into it, instantly transforming into a hideous, mutated creature with sharp teeth, squeaking and chattering like a rat.
Gazing at this mysterious energy he had longed for, Archimonde felt his breath quicken, a mixture of tension and excitement coursing through him.
Since joining the Burning Legion, Archimonde has absorbed Fel energy, resulting in a massive increase in both his strength and size.
However, in the long years that followed, perhaps due to limitations in his talent or insufficient understanding of Fel, his progress in strength was very slow, and he was always unable to break through his limits.
Now, the long-cherished wish of ten thousand years is about to be fulfilled. This energy represents the corrupting and dark side of the forces of nature, Corruptive Power that affects all living beings, an Evil energy that is completely different from the Fel.
Once Archimonde absorbs this energy, his strength will reach a new level.
Of course, absorbing this energy is risky; a slight misstep could drive you insane.
Archimonde took a deep breath and tried to insert his fingers into the energy pool. He felt his fingers were out of control, as if they were about to become disordered mutants and escape from his palm.
"The universe is filled with countless terrifying energies, full of temptations. Remember, if you cannot understand and analyze them, do not easily absorb them, or you will bring about your own destruction." Sargeras's warning is still vivid in my mind.
Even Sargeras, the strongest Titan in the Pantheon, needed to spend countless years observing and understanding the power of fel energy after coming into contact with it. He was extremely cautious, conducting numerous experiments to fully understand fel energy before finally making it his own.
Archimonde's lips gradually curled into a smile. The energy within the tree burl was left to Archimonde by the Elune as part of a transaction. It was the most primal energy, unencrypted. Archimonde possessed a vast amount of knowledge, and he quickly grasped the principles of the Corrupted Power, confident that he could control this energy.
Above Nordrassil, Gale winds and Windfury gradually formed a terrifying Maelstrom.
Archimonde's actions provoked a rebellion from Nordrassil itself. The power emanating from Nordrassil clashed with the Corrupted Power of the Moon Goddess, turning the already dark sky a deep black and red.
Having made all the preparations and gained confidence, Archimonde began to draw upon the Corrupted Power of nature.
Malfurion finally caught up with Archimonde, standing on a thick, tender branch of the World Tree, gazing at Archimonde's towering figure from afar.
Malfurion carefully lowered the horn, his expression serious. The target had been identified; it was the crucial moment for Archimonde to absorb power. A golden opportunity, one that could not be missed.
Malfurion puffed out his cheeks and blew the horn with all his might, but the horn produced a silent sound and soon shattered into pieces, which fell to the ground.
Malfurion was stunned. At that moment, he finally understood the purpose behind Jaina's feigned innocence.
"You're such a hopeless, Foolish Deer!"
Malfurion slapped himself hard across the face. There was nothing he could do now, so he transformed into an owl.
The owl circled the World Tree once, watching as Archimonde absorbed the Corrupted Power.
Having acquired the Corrupted Power, the Defiler's massive body was shrouded in ominous black and red auras, its size increased even further, and its appearance became even more ferocious.
Archimonde let out a deafening roar, his broad back splitting open to sprout eight spider-leg-like blades. In the path he traversed, besides the Corruptive Power of Fel, there was also a black, corrupting aura.
Archimonde's eyes flashed like Lightning, and his voice boomed like world-destroying Thunder.
"A chaotic storm is coming, the blade of calamity will destroy Azeroth, but none can stop me. I am Archimonde the Defiler, the source of destruction, the symbol of doom."
Malfurion sighed helplessly. He knew it was all over; Azeroth was doomed, and the Night Elves would not survive.
Just then, a Night Elf climbed the World Tree and flew straight towards Archimonde.
Malfurion recognized the figure. On the night the Night Elf race rushed to the Heart Spring, it was this Night Elf race figure who stopped them. The figure claimed to be Emissary of the Moon Goddess, but was actually a member of the Scourge.
It's him!
Malfurion was somewhat disappointed; even if Arthas's Scourge came in person, they probably wouldn't be a match for Archimonde at this moment.
Robbie, as the messenger of the Moon Goddess Emissary, ascends the World Tree to confront Archimonde, who has transformed into a monster.
Everything is ready; it's time to end this terrifying Demons.
Robbie was full of confidence.