Vol 2 Chapter 986: Malfurion's end

　　 The Laughing Carpenter and the Tiger Shark were deliberately pulled out, and along the site where Malfurion blew up, carpeted patrols. Fifty Marines and a hundred strong orc warriors were dragging the net on the ground to search.
　　 Of course, the druids themselves are also trying to find possible traces of Malfurion.
After continuous efforts, Master Gast gathered twelve druids in the tribe of the Judunheim people. These surviving druids were all terrified. Malfurion has always been a herding tree. The leader of the ring is also the spiritual leader of the druid.
　　 Although in recent years, Malfurion has become crazy because he has been unable to break through, but in many people's minds, Malfurion's prestige is comparable to the incarnation of natural will.
This time Malfurion’s rebellion left many druids at a loss, and the druids of the inner circle, which can be called elites, were wiped out, the organization of the tree of herd, and even the traditional druids. Careers are inevitably going to decline.
　　Master Gast walked on the corrupted land, filled with bleakness. This is the path Malfurion has walked, which can already be counted as a slightly polluted area.
　　Druids may be able to complete the purification of the land in three months, but they are now short of manpower, and the threat of chaos in the Black Forest has not ended with the fall of Malfurion.
　　Malfurion is more like the garbage used by the Chaos Cthulhu, and the goal they want to achieve has been achieved.
　　 In these days, I don’t know how many chaotic creatures have crossed the boundary, or how many natives began to believe in chaos.
"The tree of herd will fully cooperate with you in the future, the demon hunter." Druid Gast said to Xu Yichen beside him: "I only hope that in the future, under the rule of the Serris, the inheritance of the druid will not be broken. ."
"The Song Empire welcomes the arrival of all people with lofty ideals. We have always been thirsty for talents." Xu Yichen glanced at the druid beside him: "Didn't you hope to have the opportunity to communicate with the Song Empire before? The opportunity is coming soon."
"But what about Far South?" Master Gast stretched out his hand, and a large number of vines pierced his skin, tearing a lizard with three tails not far away to pieces. This small creature is even more difficult. To resist the erosion of chaos, they mutate faster and more thoroughly.
　　 "The future of the Far South is destined to not be smooth sailing. The war has just begun." Xu Yichen's [Wolf Vision] keenly discovered a footprint that had been swept away.
　　 From the point of view of size, the creatures passing by here will not be very big, but the other party must be very alert, but this footprint demon hunter feels very familiar, it seems like the green skin left, but the proportion is a bit too small.
　　 Guru is a poorly developed green skin, a defective product, which is recognized by other green skins, but Guru himself has never thought so.
　　 It is very smart. It can always use some weird parts to make something that looks Waaagh, but it is too small, and all the things made are looted by other green skins.
　　 But the days of Guru have been so much better recently. I don't know why Guru can feel that something big is happening in the north a while ago. The big green skins in the tribe are gearing up and carrying their favorite guys and set off.
　　Guru didn't go, it couldn't figure out what was there, it was worried that it would be eaten halfway, so it stayed in the deserted tribe, the big idiots of silly Raj never came back.
Gulu felt that he was the happiest green skin in the world now. He chopped off one of his arms, cut them into several sections, and planted them in the forest outside the tribe. He thought that maybe after a while, wait for a little When the green skin grows out, it is the war chief!
　　 But when Gulu went out today to check the green mushrooms that had just sprouted, they were sadly found dead.
But Gulu quickly left the sadness behind. It found a baby, a baby that looked like an egg. Gulu brought it back to the tribe. He planned to cook it in the big iron pot in the tribe. See how it tastes.
Gulu kept her saliva and looked at the floating eggs in the iron pan, thinking about the food that was about to be imported. It is a different kind of green skin. Those big green skins are not willing to play with it because it looks a little bit Not Waaagh, but also like to eat cooked things, this is really not Waaagh at all.
　　 Gulu found that the egg in the cauldron seemed to have cracked. It stared at the crack nervously, as if expecting something to come out of it.
　　 It has secretly boiled bird eggs before. There was a bird that got out of the egg, and it tasted very good. Gulu always remembered it, so it is very excited now.
But a big green hand grabbed Gulu's neck, and in the next second Gulu felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the pot. It couldn't breathe, so it could only stare wide-eyed, looking eagerly at the egg in the pot and small arm. The calf was struggling constantly, as if it would be able to regain freedom.
Brother 　　Dianzi impatiently threw Gollum out. It found that since the First World War in Xiangcheng, these green skins have become less and less useful, and they dare to boil any dangerous things in the pot.
　　 The egg in the pot has completely cracked, and a thing like ginseng essence is constantly stretching its body in the boiling water~EbookFREE.me~ At the same time, it expands at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I'm Malfurion..." Ginseng Jing opened his eyes and saw the green-skinned father who was more than three meters and four meters in front of him. He suddenly got stuck and felt a little weak, and his voice suddenly became three degrees lower: "I Malfurion won't be so finished."
"I think you are farting!" I don't know what adventure I encountered. Brother is no longer a severely disabled image. At this moment, it is healthy with green light, fresh vegetables and pollution-free appearance, holding it in his hand. A short-handled musket with a caliber the size of a fist opened fire without even giving Malfurion a second chance to speak.
　　The fiery flame swept through everything in front of me, like the of fire descending to sweep away the evil in the world, and more than that, half of the green leather camp was burned to ashes in an instant.
　　 The slower Gollum rolled on the ground and knelt on the ground, as if someone had taken his soul away, with a dementia-like constant muttering: "My egg, gone!"
　　 叽!
As soon as Dianzi walked, he kicked the little guy directly to a place more than ten meters away: "I said, this is all green skin, not Waaagh at all, forget it for the time being! "
　　 The reluctant grunt seemed to think of his past life, crying and wailing constantly, and then he was kicked forward by Dianzi like a football.
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