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

The two were immersed in each other's deep affection, their lips touching each other, as if the whole world had disappeared.

Just when Alvin wanted to discuss the fusion of holy light and ice magic in more depth with the girl.

A sudden old voice broke the silence like a flash of lightning.

The sound was like a broken gong being stuffed into a drake's throat, and it frightened Alvin so much that he shuddered.

"A union of Quel'dorei and humans?"

"This is really rare! This trip was really rewarding. I must record this!"

The man paused and said, "Don't stop, keep going, just pretend I don't exist!"

Alvin and Solanlian were so frightened that they suddenly separated.

As if pushed away by an invisible hand.

Their hearts were beating wildly and their eyes were searching for the source of the sound.

Alvin was still in shock when he realized that the sound came from an old man sitting on the side of the road.

The old man sat cross-legged with a terrifying look on his face.

His two deep-set eyes were a cloudy yellow, and he seemed to be completely oblivious to everything around him.

He was wearing an extremely gorgeous robe that looked like it had not been washed for a long time.

He had a wooden sign on his back that was filled with various unknown purposes, and his two big feet were bare.

Alvin noticed that there were no shoes on the big feet and that there were only two big toes.

The skin on his hands and neck was a dark green, covered with traces of time, as if every wrinkle told the story of his experience.

After a closer look, I realized that his terrifying face was due to the fact that he was wearing an exquisite mask.

The mask shows the face of a green-faced, fang-toothed monster, which covers his features and makes it impossible to see his true appearance.

His hair was sparse and gray, like dead grass in autumn, but it grew neatly upward like a stubborn cactus.

Is it a troll?

Alvin was wondering who this strange troll was.

But Solanlian, who had already grown into a powerful Silvermoon City battle mage, chose to take action the moment she left Alvin's arms.

The elves, who have been fighting the Amani forest trolls for years, are often ambushed by the trolls in the jungle.

She knew that the best way to deal with trolls was to strike first.

The elf quickly pulled out the Scepter of Sargeras from behind his back with a clean and neat movement.

At the same time, her spell had also ended.

Since the enemy's situation was unclear, she chose a safer approach and controlled the opponent first.

"Ice cone technique!"

Commonly known as - blowing wind.

A severe cold current quickly condensed in the air.

To the surprise of Alvin and the old troll,

A powerful cold current surged out from the tip of Sargeras's scepter, turning into an invisible crosswind and sweeping towards the old troll.

The sudden magical storm quickly knocked the old troll over.

Accompanied by the old troll's ugly screams,

He turned 180 degrees in the air, followed by a Thomas spin, and then a whole set of complicated aerial moves that amazed Alvin.

Finally, the old troll landed as smoothly as a gymnast.

Just land on your face.

He was lying in a muddy pit on the side of the road.

He buried his face in the mud with his mouth biting the mud...

"Ouch, ouch, ugh, ugh!"

The old troll howled in pain and pulled his face out of the mud. The mask was still firmly on his face and had not fallen off.

But where the eye sockets used to be, there were now two lumps of mud.

"You damned girl, how dare you treat a scholar like this!"

As the old troll spoke, he dug out the mud from his eye sockets, shook it off, and when it didn't come off, he smeared it directly on his clothes...

"I, I must record the rude behavior of the Quel'dorei! Just wait!"

"Troll! Tell me what you want!"

As an elf of Silvermoon City, Solanlian has spent more than half of her thousands of years of life fighting against trolls.

Seeing a troll = starting a fight,

This is a habit that has been deeply engraved in her bones.

Each of the Amani trolls before was a natural killing machine.

They are bloodthirsty, cruel, and even like to eat people!

Rather than saying that trolls are humanoid intelligent creatures,

It's better to say that it's a beast that hasn't evolved fully yet!

"What exactly is going on?

who are you?

Why Quel'Thalas?"

There was surprise in Solanlian's cold voice.

Her eyes were wide open, not daring to miss any movement of the troll.

Alvin was also shocked.

He was obviously confused by the situation.

Let's imagine,

A troll,

Got beaten up.

No one rushed up to chop people with a loud cry,

Instead, I want to write it in a book and curse you to death?

When did trolls become civilized?

The old troll climbed out of the mud pit.

His body was covered in mud, and he looked like a wild boar that had just crawled out of a quagmire.

He kept cursing in the troll language.

Although Solanlian didn't understand, Alvin did.

Not a good thing anyway...

When Alvin saw this scene, a trace of sympathy flashed in his eyes.

He winked at Solanlian, calming the elf's nervous mood, and then took the initiative to step forward.

He stretched out his hand, and a holy light emanated from his hand, warming the old troll.

A warm glow began to emanate from the old troll's body, and his body slowly began to return to its original state.

While apologizing, Alvin took out a kettle and poured water for the old troll to wash his face.

His movements were gentle and careful, as if he was treating an elder.

The old troll was talking incessantly.

The voice is low and hoarse,

Sometimes in Common, sometimes in Troll,

It was very difficult for Alvin to switch.

"Human boy can still be reasonable,"

The old troll commented,

"But Quel'dorei women are horrible!"

"Do you really want to marry such a wild woman?"

The old troll looked at Solanlian, his withered eyes beneath the mask full of dissatisfaction.

"So short, so thin, with such small teeth, and still no choice..."

The old troll muttered,

Solanlian's face turned red and white.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore.

She raised her staff high and began to chant the spell of the blizzard...

"Old man, please shut up! Otherwise I can't save you!"

Alvin shouted in a low voice.

"But at first glance, she's a kind-hearted, thoughtful girl! She's a perfect match for you, young man!"

Seeing that Alvin had hidden to the side to avoid being affected by the blizzard, the old troll quickly leaped to Alvin's side, tightly holding the corner of Alvin's clothes and said.

Such agile movements don't seem like those of an old man at all.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Solanlian held up her staff, as if she would bring a blizzard down on the old troll's head at any time.

The old troll slowly straightened his robe, and the ancient robe glowed with a mysterious luster in the dim sunset.

He raised his head, his eyes hidden by the mask flashing with wisdom and majesty, and began to introduce himself in a low and powerful voice.

"I am a sage from the holy troll empire of Zandalari,"

"I am the recorder of history, the gatherer of knowledge, and the light of wisdom of Zandalar."

The old troll's words were full of pride, as if every word and sentence carried the glorious history and endless wisdom of the Zandalari Troll Empire.

The cloudy eyes revealed from under the fang mask were now firm and deep, as if they could see through all the mysteries of the world.

"In Zandalar, we respect history and treasure knowledge,"

"As a sage, I shoulder the heavy responsibility of passing on these precious treasures. I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless empires and recorded countless legends and stories. My existence is a symbol of the wisdom and courage of the Zandalari."

"I am the recorder of history, my name is Zul"