I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

"Alvin, can you tell us a little bit about your magic?"

"What's with all that magical magic?"

Calpurnia asked with a smile.

Alvin nodded and gathered his thoughts.

"Actually, I didn't master these spells at the beginning."

“Many times, I would suddenly come across some new spells while meditating or fighting. These skills are sometimes healing spells, sometimes offensive spells, and even some shadow spells.”

When Solanlian heard this, she frowned slightly and looked a little confused.

"Shadow spells? Priests in Silvermoon City generally only know a few simple healing spells to alleviate the pain of the wounded and speed up recovery. However, using healing spells consumes a lot of mana, and the effects are not that fast. Therefore, although the status of priests is very high, not many people are actually willing to become priests."

Solanlian shook her head and said, "Not to mention shadow magic, what is that? Don't priests use holy magic? I advise you not to talk nonsense, otherwise you might be labeled a heretic by those fanatical believers of the Holy Light!"

Elvin looked at Solanlian in surprise: "You mean, the priests of Silvermoon City can't use shadow spells? Then will they use offensive spells like Smite and Holy Fire?"

Solanlian shook her head and looked at Alvin like a fool.

"Of course not! The only thing a priest can do is rely on holy spells to heal the wounded. Usually, priests participate in operations as support professions like doctors. If priests are forced to face the enemy, they usually use hammers to fight the enemy in close combat!"

"Your situation seems completely different from that of our priests. I repeat, don't always mention shadow spells or anything like that, or you'll bring yourself unnecessary trouble."

Calpurnia interrupted, "But I think you're amazing! Alvin, I believe what you say! Because I've seen with my own eyes that you can not only use healing spells, but also offensive spells, and the kind of attacks that may not have existed in this world! Sister always doesn't believe what I say, can you show me your magic and prove it to me?"

Alvin nodded slightly. Of course he would satisfy the elf's request.

He stretched out his palm and whispered a spell.

A soft light emanated from his left hand, warm and healing.

Then he recited another spell, and a ball of shadow energy appeared in his outstretched right hand, emitting a dark and cold aura.

Calpurnia and Solanlian watched all this in amazement.

"This ability is truly amazing. You might be the only priest in our world capable of fighting."

Alvin nodded. He now had a general understanding of the magic situation in this world.

I guess it might be because the time I traveled through was before the timeline in the game, when the Second War had just ended and Khadgar and his Draenor expedition had not yet set out, so many magics may not have been developed yet. However, the priest skills in Alvin's mind even include those in the "Dragon Age" version.

That's equivalent to using the new version's talents and skills to fight the old version. No wonder my magic is so powerful!

Thinking of this, Alvin was so happy. Isn’t this his “golden finger”!

I have all the priest skills!

Solanlian suddenly said, "Alvin, what are you going to do next? I mean, will you go back to Lordaeron next?"

Before Alvin could answer, she continued, "Your abilities are very special. My advice is that you return to Silvermoon City. Here are the best magicians in the world, and you can develop your abilities together!"

When Calpurnia heard her sister's question, she also looked up, and it was obvious that she was also very concerned about this issue.

"My home is in Stratholme, and I have an obligation to return to Lordaeron and report the results of the escort mission to the king. After all, the mission failed, and so many people died. This requires an explanation."

"Also, I need to go back to the Cathedral of Holy Light in Stratholme. I have something to ask Archbishop Faol."

"Will you come to Silvermoon City again in the future?" Caponia asked anxiously.

"Of course!"

"If His Majesty King Anasterian is planning to attack Zul'Aman, then I want to contribute."

If normal Warcraft history were to follow, it would most likely be Khadgar and Turalyon forming an Alliance expeditionary force to march to Draenor.

Then Ner'zhul was killed and turned into the Lich King and thrown into Northrend. Next came the invasion of the Undead Scourge, and the entire Quel'Thalas and Lordaeron fell.

We have to think of a way to avoid all this in advance.

"And as you can see, I'm just a poor little priest. When I return to Lordaeron, I have to find a job to earn money to support myself!"

"You know, the salary of a pastor is really too little, haha."

Calpurnia stood up, walked to Alvin, and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Alvin, you will definitely become the greatest pastor in the world. We believe in you."

Alvin felt encouraged by Calpurnia and suddenly felt less alone in this strange world.

The next step is to make the best of it and live well in this world!

As night was about to fall, Archmage Rommath returned.

He sat on the main seat in the house, looking at Alvin sharply.

At this time, Alvin was sitting in the hall of Xingyuan's house, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand, his eyes wandering around the room.

Calpurnia and Solanlian sat on either side of him, and the atmosphere seemed a little tense.

"Mr. Irwin Priest,"

Romanth spoke, his voice low and authoritative.

"Actually, I had a question this morning. You clearly possess outstanding talent and abilities, so logically you should have been famous long ago. Why have I never heard of you?"

"Respected Archmage, I think it may be because I am only 17 years old. Until a few days ago, I spent most of my time studying as a novice priest in the monastery of Stratholme, and at most helped to heal the wounded."

Alvin said with a smile, the archmage's blue eyes staring at him made him very uncomfortable, as if he wanted to see through him.

"So you only treated the wounded in the rear of Lordaeron and never went to the battlefield. This is hard for me to understand. I remember that the capital of Lordaeron was also attacked by orcs some time ago. Why did such a powerful priest do nothing in the Second War?"

The great wizard still pursued this point and refused to give up.

"Mr. Mage, my duty is to heal the wounded, not to charge into battle. My spells are mostly used for healing and protection, and I don't have much actual experience on the battlefield."

Romans frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

He was silent for a moment.

"In that case, I hope you can stay in Silvermoon City. You have great talent, and staying here will allow you to better develop your abilities."

"Although you don't have many human compatriots here, our Starwish family is willing to invite you to study here under the guise of priest training. We would like to invite you to become a disciple of Duchess Marlande. After all, she is one of the most outstanding priests in Silvermoon City."

"I object! She's a man-eating witch! A socialite for the nobility! She's thousands of years old and still hasn't married, and she's always the subject of gossip!"

"I don't think it's a good idea for Alvin to become her disciple!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Calpurnia felt that something was wrong and her face turned red.

Romance seemed quite speechless at his daughter's comment and coughed awkwardly twice.

"Although Duchess Marlande has some personal issues, her knowledge and ability are unquestionable. Mr. Alvin will surely achieve great things under her guidance."

Alvin felt a little embarrassed.

"Master, Miss Caponia, I am very grateful for your kindness."

"But no matter what, I must return to Lordaeron to report the results of this journey to my king. Of course, I will seriously consider your suggestions."

Romanth nodded.

"Indeed. Speaking of returning home, during the afternoon meeting, King Anasterian decided to unite with the Alliance forces and attack Zul'Aman together. He may write a personal letter tomorrow, perhaps allowing you to take it back to the capital of Lordaeron."

The threat of Zul'Aman has always been a major concern for Silvermoon City. If we can unite with the Alliance army to fight against Zul'Aman, we will undoubtedly have a huge advantage.

"I understand. If the king makes such a decision, I will do my best to cooperate."