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

"clang!"

"Ouch!"

There was a crisp sound of weapons clashing, and Kael'ath felt someone kick him in the chest. Then he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the wall of people and crushing a group of orc warriors.

And the elf that had just been captured has fallen into the hands of others.

"Dark caster..."

When he saw who was coming, Kael'gath jumped up with a somersault.

"Grom! Come and help me! Let's kill this guy together!!!"

Facts once again proved that orcs are not stupid at all.

Even a reckless man like Kargath Bladefist would call on his companions to join him when facing a powerful enemy...

Alvin, shrouded in darkness, stood between the two groups, his back to Kael'ath, seemingly not taking the enemy seriously at all.

Aurelia raised her head weakly. She could not see the appearance of the person coming, but only a vague black outline.

But she knew that this person was the miracle priest of the Church of Holy Light that Turalyon had been talking about - Alvin Priest.

"Are you ok?"

The beautiful Quel'Thalas language came from the shadow's mouth.

"It's okay, I'm just a little hurt, I can bear it."

Alleria said with difficulty. Her face was covered in blood and her body was wounded in many places. It was even difficult for her to stand up.

The dark shadow bent down, reached out and helped her up.

The roar of the dragon and the screams of the orcs could still be heard in the distance. Alvin knew that these were the two dragons faithfully carrying out his orders.

Here, he can only rely on himself.

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little."

The shadow spoke again.

"Shadow Healing."

He reached out and placed a hand on Alleria's forehead.

Black energy flowed from the edge of his palm like black mist and entered Alleria's body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Aurelia felt excruciating pain in every wound on her body, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and stirred up all the wounds again.

The severe pain brought tears to the eyes of this tough ranger general.

She bit her lips hard, but moans still came out from the corners of her mouth...

Fortunately, this horrible pain only lasted for a few seconds.

Aurelia was pleasantly surprised to find that her wounds had completely healed.

"What kind of magic is this? It's amazing! Thank you..."

Alleria stood up swiftly and was about to thank the shadow, but was surprised to find that Kargath Bladefist, the wild beastman who had grabbed her just now, jumped high behind the shadow and was about to chop down the back of the shadow's head with his double swords!

"Quick, get out of the way!"

Alleria screamed. She couldn't bear to watch her savior being ambushed and killed.

She wanted to push the shadow away and use her body to block the enemy's double swords.

But I just felt my eyes blurry...

When he came to his senses, he was already beside Turalyon and Khadgar.

It turned out that a black shadow was pulling her forward at high speed.

Avoided Kargath's sneak attack.

The shadow let go of Alleria, squatted down and checked Turalyon's injuries.

A deep hole was smashed into the human general's silver breastplate by a blunt object, which must have injured his internal organs. The originally handsome Tulayang now looked pale, breathing out more than breathing in, and kept coughing and spitting blood.

"In order to protect me, he was hit by the orc's hammer and his breastplate was shattered... It should have been my head that was shattered..."

Khadgar squatted aside, holding his chest and said.

He had just witnessed the tremendous destructive power unleashed by Alvin's Shadow Halo, as well as the immense oppression of his two dragons.

Although his current appearance is completely different from the legendary miracle priest of the Holy Light Church, this does not prevent him from showing his powerful strength.

Especially in this situation now...

Strong power is much more important than beautiful appearance.

"Miracle Pastor Alvin Priest?"

"Yes, Mage Khadgar?"

"Yes."

Khadgar smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand, and Alvin in the shadows also stretched out his hand, and the two of them greeted each other.

"It's hard to introduce myself properly in this situation."

Khadgar stood tremblingly, using his staff to support his body. Alvin noticed that there was a huge knife wound on Khadgar's leg, and blood was flowing down his leg.

"As you can see, Nethergarde was destroyed by a terrible bomb thrown by a powerful trebuchet. Their artillery positions were to the west."

Khadgar raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to the west.

"How's the injury on your leg?"

"Don't worry, he won't die. Let's save Turalyon first. If we don't save him, I'm afraid he will be finished."

"You'll all be fine."

In the shadows, Alvin stretched out his hands, placing one hand on Khadgar's forehead and the other on Turalyon's head.

"Hold on, it hurts a little."

"Be careful, it hurts a lot!"

Aurelia added from behind Alvin that she had experienced this very well.

Kargath looked at the fist blade in his hand in disbelief.

That person didn't even look back, and he moved so far with the elf woman in an instant?

What kind of speed is this?

"I'm afraid the black energy within him has strengthened his body, just like our shamans can also strengthen their bodies through the power of their ancestors."

Grom's voice came from the side, and Kargath looked back.

Grom twisted his neck and came to his side with a two-handed axe.

"Besides, he can also heal. Look at those people. After being healed, they are all back to normal. Get ready for battle!"

"Grass! Grass! Grass!"

Even a wizard like Khadgar, who is usually knowledgeable and elegant, couldn't help but curse when he felt the severe pain caused by "Shadow Mending" healing his body.

"Cough cough..."

The unconscious Tulayang coughed violently several times, a painful expression on his face, and he tilted his head and spit out a lot of blood...

"Turalyon, how are you?"

Alleria hurriedly lifted Turalyon's upper body and leaned it against her.

"Cough cough......"

After a violent cough, Turalyon slowly opened his eyes.

"Where...where am I? Have I returned to the Holy Light?"

"Oh my God, Turalyon, you're still alive, not dead yet!"

Alleria burst into tears. She really thought that today would be the day all the sons of Lothar would die.

"Alleria, oh, my Alleria!"

Turayang hugged his lover excitedly.

It feels so good to have survived.

But he soon spotted a figure bathed in shadow.

"who?"

Turalyon became nervous and went to look for his sword.

"Wait a minute, Turalyon, it's one of us, the miracle priest Alvin Priest you've been waiting for!"

Aurelia quickly grabbed her lover and spoke in his ear.

"Miracle Pastor..."

"Let's talk about the pleasantries later. I have some things to take care of here."

Alvin smiled and nodded at Turalyon, although he was shrouded in darkness and others could not see his expression at all.

"There's still some trash that needs to be dealt with."

Alvin slowly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the orcs in front of him.

Grom and Kargath stood at the front, weapons raised in their hands, ready for battle.

Their subordinates followed closely behind them and surrounded their group.

"Sister Onyxia, Akalitrassa,"

Alvin raised his head and said to the sky, "Please fly to the west. There is an orc catapult position over there. Destroy it."

Two clear dragon roars were heard in the distance, and a giant dragon took off into the sky and flew to the west as he had said.

I don’t know if it’s the induction between the blood covenant or the dragon’s ears are just better. It seems I need to do a test later, Alvin thought.

The orcs also discovered the movements of the dragons. The two dragons left the battlefield and flew westward, and the orcs became excited again.

Without the dragon, these humans only have one shadow caster who is capable of fighting. As long as they kill him, victory will still belong to the tribe!

"Hahahahahaha!"

Kargath Bladefist laughed loudly, "The dragon has flown away! Victory is ours!"

Grom, however, held his battle axe tightly, staring straight at the dark shadow in front of him, not daring to slack off at all, as if he wanted to see through everything.

"I think too much,"

Alvin shouted in Orcish: "All that remains for you is death."