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

"what!"

The orc was unable to dodge and was hit by the scissors from the front of his face and fell to the ground, cutting off his nose.

Blood immediately gushed out from Kael'gath's face, and the orcs surrounding him screamed loudly.

Kargath was shocked and angry.

Instant magic? How can I dodge it?

This time it’s the nose, next time it might be the head!

"Brothers! What are you waiting for? Waiting for him to kill us one by one? Now is not the time to talk about honor! Come on!!!"

"Yes!!!"

Killing the enemy in a duel and winning is the best way to gain honor.

Even when at war, orcs will give prisoners a chance to duel with them and win their freedom or death.

But now, as Kael'gath said, if this continues, I'm afraid everyone will be killed by Alvin.

This is not the time to talk about "honor". Only by being alive can you have honor.

The orcs shouted in unison and rushed towards Alvin.

"Alvin, we're here to help you!"

Turalyon shouted and rushed forward with the surrounding soldiers to help Alvin out.

But Alvin was too close to the enemy alone.

Countless ferocious orcs rushed over like a tide, and Alvin was caught in a dilemma. Although he could kill an orc every time he attacked, the huge number of orcs gradually gained the upper hand, and someone had already slashed Alvin with a knife.

Although it's not fatal, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand more than a few hits.

"I should have just killed Kargath!"

Alvin felt a little regretful now. More and more orcs surrounded him. He could block the attacks from above but not from below, and he had been stabbed several times.

The shadow energy is becoming thinner and thinner, and the energy coming from Xal'atath is also getting less and less. It seems that Xal'atath is reaching its limit.

Let’s retreat first and fight back together with everyone!

But at this moment, a white light fell from the sky and shone on Alvin.

Alvin suddenly froze and discovered with horror that he was frozen in place!

I can't move at all!

It’s not that I can’t move because I’m frozen, but other parts of my body are completely unable to move!

This power seems to come from far away, is it some kind of magic of Ner'zhul? !

Immediately afterwards, a large magic circle lit up with the pillar of light that enveloped him as the center!

The magic circle was filled with a strong aura of arcane magic. Small blue runes seemed to be dancing in the air, combining into a large magic circle that almost covered the entire ruins of Watchtower!

The sudden change also made the orcs stop in surprise, and no one knew what had happened.

Even Turalyon, Khadgar and others stopped.

"Khadgar...is this your magic?"

"Don't be ridiculous... Even when I'm at my best... a magic circle of this complexity is beyond my control... I'm afraid something big is about to happen..."

Although he stopped temporarily, Alvin was in great pain at this time.

The shadow energy on his body was about to dissipate, and he was now like a living target, unable to move even a finger. If the enemy rushed up at this time, he would be like a fish on the chopping board.

Now I can only pray that the enemy is also attracted by this strange scene and forgets about me for a while...

"I don't exist... I don't exist..."

Alvin silently thought in his heart...

But what you fear will come to you. Grom Hellscream is not a simple reckless man. He immediately noticed Alvin's abnormality.

"The shadow caster has been immobilized! Everyone, hurry up! Kill him!!!"

The orcs woke up as if from a dream, and immediately rushed forward with roars and weapons raised.

"Do not!!!"

Turalyon shouted loudly, and they also rushed towards Alvin, but they also knew that they could not catch up...

"Go to hell! Damn human!"

Ka'gath took the lead. His face, without a nose and with only two huge bloody holes, looked particularly terrifying at this moment. He jumped high, raised both swords above his head, and chopped down at Alvin's head fiercely!

"Die!!"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, countless swords, axes and hammers hit Alvin.

"don't want!!!"

Turalyon roared in pain.

Alvin is finished... Nethergarde is finished... The Alliance is finished...

He threw away the war hammer in his hand dejectedly, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground...

"No! What is that?!"

Khadgar suddenly cried out in surprise, and he pulled Turalyon up with all his strength.

"What is that? That black ball!"

Ka'gath was also very surprised. It felt like it had been chopped off. It was obvious that it had been chopped off!

But what did you cut?

The orcs were surprised to find that there were no humans in the place that originally belonged to Alvin, only a black ball.

The black sphere seemed like a collection of shadow energy, repelling all attacks...

"what is this?"

Even Grom was dumbfounded. No one could have imagined that the final outcome would be like this. Humanity just disappeared like that?

At this moment, the blue magic circle shone brightly!

A faint bell rang.

"Where's the bell? Stop it!"

Kargath looked around angrily, but no one was ringing the bell except his own orc warriors.

How could there be a clock on a battlefield like this?

This sound is clearly a sound that only appears in human towns!

“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!”

The countless tiny runes on the magic circle seemed to have become little suns, emitting dazzling light that almost blinded the eyes of those present.

The orcs hurriedly covered their eyes with their hands.

"what happened?"

"What happened??"

The orcs exclaimed.

There was one person among them who was extremely excited, and that person was Khadgar!

"Could it be...could it be...that spell???"

He threw away his weapon excitedly, held his head in his hands with an incredible expression.

"Don't hide it! Khadgar, tell me what's going on?!"

Alleria was furious. She grabbed Khadgar's shoulders and shook him back and forth.

"That's it, that's it!"

As Khadgar said the magic, the magic was finally completed!

"Group teleportation!"

In the bright light, countless soldiers wearing golden armor and holding dragon-eagle-shaped shields and spears gradually emerged from the magic circle.

Behind these soldiers stood countless mages wearing gorgeous robes and weapons.

The armies that appeared in the magic circle had one thing in common.

They all have long ears.

In the center of the magic circle, there is a girl with an orange ponytail and a sulfur staff on her back.

She closed her eyes and held someone's hand on each side.

On the left is another girl, who looks 90% similar to the girl in the middle, and carries the Scepter of Sargeras on her back.

On the right is a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous archmage robe and carrying a large torrent staff on his back...