Because he was so young, he had experienced very little. It had nothing to do with the amount of magic power he possessed; he was simply too young.
Thus, when Reinhardt's memories flooded into Li's mind, they caused him little discomfort. But as Li searched through Malfurion's memories, his eyes involuntarily widened. The immense pain nearly made him howl—it was no ordinary blow.
No wonder Malfurion had refused to speak about it. Li slowly closed his eyes. The information he had found in Malfurion's memories was simply terrifying. Malfurion was not some old man in his fifties. In truth, no matter how talented a mage was, it was impossible to reach level nineteen at around fifty...
But Li had never imagined that Malfurion's true age was actually...
One hundred thousand years old, perhaps even older.
That was thousands of times Reinhardt's total memories. No wonder Li felt such unbearable pain. If Li had been a little weaker, or if his control over the spiritual realm had not been so strong, he would likely already be dead. Malfurion's life could only be called legendary. He came from the world of WoW—yes, the World of Warcraft dimension—and he was that Malfurion.
The leader of the Night Elves, the great hero who had saved the world several times—Malfurion.
He had destroyed the High Elves' rule, stopped the Dark Titan's invasion, destroyed the World Tree, and wiped out the Corruptor. He truly was a legend of that world.
But much later, that world had been destroyed. Completely destroyed. In a terrifying catastrophe that even Malfurion could not stop, not even a scrap of the entire world remained.
The world had become a barren wasteland. Yet as an overwhelmingly powerful being, Malfurion had been reborn in that desolate world—though he had returned as an undead