Malfurion knew very well what he was capable of. In this world, he was considered one of the stronger figures. Level nineteen was an unattainable height in most people's eyes. In truth, if Malfurion merely raised a hand, countless major factions would be willing to extend an olive branch to him. Even if he were a wanted criminal, it would not matter.
And if Malfurion were willing to join a small duchy, that duchy could certainly transform into a terrifying war machine overnight. If he were willing to join a noble family, that family would soon become immensely influential throughout the entire nation.
That was the power of the strong. And someone capable of defeating a level-nineteen powerhouse would never do something pointless. Even though what this so-called powerhouse had said was simply unbelievable—he actually wanted to unify the continent!
Though Malfurion did not know whether his plan could succeed, what was the point of unifying the continent? Did he intend to attack other continents afterward? Then unify the world?
Naturally, Malfurion had no idea that the speculation in his heart was true...
Li said softly, "In truth, I never expected my Elemental Tremor to inflict such severe damage on you. The magic power you displayed at the time was truly only level fourteen, but your sensitivity to magic was at level nineteen. Your body simply could not withstand that kind of terrifying attack."
Malfurion opened his mouth, then closed it again, as though unwilling to speak with Li.
"All right, now can you tell me... what exactly does the Blizzard Mercenary Corps want?" There seemed to be an inexplicable magic in Li's voice, luring Malfurion in. Yet Malfurion's face held a trace of mockery. "Please, could you not use such a low-level trick? I may have lost my magic