Maokai Voice Lines (English)

Darkness gathers on the aisles from every depth.

Romance of it.

Stop putting web in my branches!

Life here existed in the time before death.

I cannot stop. The forest needs me.

Once they were human, now they are only in my way.

The water of life succumbed to death. The mortals will follow.

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I WILL PUNISH THEIR WICKETNESS!

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Mortal to the end.

Heh!

So you're what passes for a hero among the fleshlings.

I will fight for every pebble. Every blade of grass.

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Great, don't sit there.

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The green for the spread's life, the mist will end it.

Ugh.

The Blessed Waters turn within me.

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I rage against this curse!

The saplings wish to hear your dirge. Please sing it, while I destroy you!

Mortals always invading.

A lantern? The forest is very dark indeed.

To find life, I will snap yours out.

Lord, why all the beckons?

The forest clings to life and you would end it.

It is in my nature.

The circle of life starts with death! Wrong.

We must pull up our roots. Darkness corrupts the land.

Another Shadow!

You're the stay out of my trunk.

Stand back!

Silence mortal, you only give voice to darkness.

The trees have learned violence.

Whoop whoop.

patient as a tree.

I refuse to win.

AHHH! AHHH!

Magic came from nature, and will return to nature.

I'd like you more if you were a hoax.

The sapling does not fall far from the Trent.

Begone vile spirit!

Help!

Seek the forest's foes!

and break before branches.

Enough back and there's no need for a bite.

It is torture enough being near you, spirit.

There is beauty here, even now, in the human's fear.

No!

There is life still untouched by the mist.

One with nature.

No!

away my suffering.

Madness!

Every step defines.

Through the soil.

This power is mine to command.

You'll make me glad I don't have ears.

Spirit of Vengeance and what of the forest?

So much life stolen!

Only men seek redemption.

You give sticks a bad name and fiddles too.

I am nothing like you. I can't be.

I can watch the mortals doom themselves from here.

Ugh.

Oh my Brench is grown!

Huh?

Oh, me!

O shadow has fallen, as men have fallen.

Kill them with kindness!

me

This will leave splinters.

You'll make me glad I don't have ears.

strength starts in the roots and you have none.

Huh?

Impressive words, but I'm a tree. I don't care.

Life torn from your grasp.

In the end darkness destroys itself.

One of many shadows on the ice, the shadow of war.

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I would end your burden, but it always returns.

The young sprouts beneath my feet, they tremble.

The most beautiful flowers have the sharpest fawns.

Life feeds on death.

Heeheeheehee!

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Where men fall, suppings rise.

Now, where did I put that supling?

Didn't even notch my trunk.

The Idol is over.

Hold tight my supling.

A lot makes the grass grow.

Hope blooms anew.

I do nature spitting to the very end.

the heat living

If only the humans were vegetarians. Wrong.

Vengeance may be hollow, but so is my trunk.

I will so fear.

There is still life enough within me to grant you death.

The soul of the Isles is lost beyond your grasp.

I hear your skittering mortal.

The Song of Life, Now Silent.

once more into the grass.

Heheheheheheheh HUH!

Ah, what Malthams will do for beauty, kill, and wear pointy shoes.

And through the best.

Ha ha ha!

Beware the mortal's gifts!

rival to the ruined king in ruin.

Ugh!

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An axe is no danger if I cut you down first.

Your life broom fades!

You would scour the aisles without planting a seed.

Free into the forest. I am the forest.

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The Isles will be cleansed.

My heart would ease pure.

For the forest, W, I will tolerate your presence.

Fight for the sub-lings!

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If I am already lost, I will take them with me.

I'll show you to Winston.

Give them room to spread their leaves.

Rooted out.

The SAPPLING OF THE GOD WILLOW!

The Maelstrom has not ended.

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A dangerous bloom, that one.

Stop carving woods into my bark. Everyone knows G-Harts gay.

Nah!

I will show them what was lost in the ruination.

You forgot your roots!

I once had peace. It is better to have purpose.

In the end, they all scream.

I wondered what happened to that tree.

Life can come back once the Earth is turned.

Have you ever tried to dig through roots? Good luck, human.

The seeds of your destruction.

Mortals irritate me like an itch beneath my bark.

Come and meet your end, and a suppling more too.

Frueling dead branches and odd ones.

I have no abomination.

Human nature.

I cannot find peace, not even in the smallest branch.

A friend of the forest no more.

Green Father, my suffering wishes to meet you.

Living or dead, they are all the same.

You'll make me glad I don't have ears.

Careful my suffering, Ivan is watching.

The green in these plants is something I have lost.

I will end this misuse of magic.

It is the Isles that will betrayed.

Be set by spirits, my home laid to rest, and they called me twisted.

Restoring life.

Demacius walls will not stop the black mist.

The mist haunts my every move, yet I resist.

A voice follows this one, a song like those in the mist.

Ugh!

It was a mistake to become human. You will share their doom.

If a human screams in the forest, will anyone hear it?

You create only destruction, Star Voyager.

Stillness is not peace, it is death.

I do tend to punch things.

Ummm

Vengeance bears the sweetest fruit.

Trample that blade of grass, horseman. I dare you.

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Arrr, bite.

It is good to honor my limbs.

Mm.

Once my limbs reached for the sky, now for a nearest mortal neck.

I love all my saplings, especially how they taste. Wrong.

What's this land, New Solitude?

to bleed the bloodless.

The forest.

Does this make you uncomfortable, Bramblefoot?

You would fight the forest in the forest.

Make like a tree and vacate the area.

Another pile of bones wearing a crown.

There is rot within.

Is it woven from branches? I can never tell.

The Isles have forgotten more than just your name.

Drink deep of what magic remains.

Your existence was not meant to be.

ever!

You defire the Grove.

Nature conceals darkness.

Oh.

I'll never blade stuck in my bark.

Wrecking the souls!

True aid the waters within my wood.

The forest clings to life and you would end it.

What have you wrought, mortals? What have I?

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to rest if only you could.

Wood knocks back.