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

The old troll Zul stopped talking.

He squatted down calmly and began to sort out his messy luggage.

It’s called luggage, but it’s actually just a dirty package.

"What do you mean?"

Solanlian said angrily,

"Don't always say half-sentences! What do you want to do?"

Alvin also looked at the old troll warily, constantly calculating in his mind.

This Zandalari troll who calls himself Zul is obviously coming for him...

"young people,"

"You're the new miracle priest that has recently appeared in the league, Alvin, right?"

"Yes, Senior, do you have anything to say to me?"

"I don't know where you came from... It's very strange... Your soul doesn't belong here... The God of Death doesn't know where your soul came from either, so I'm very curious about you."

Zul looked at it as if it were a rare animal.

His yellow eyes darted back and forth over Alvin.

This made Alvin very uncomfortable.

But his words made Alvin's heart beat faster.

Could it be that the Zandalari sage could really tell that I was a time traveler?

"Do you know how many great things you've done since you came into the world that are worthy of being recorded in history?"

As Zul spoke, a fanatical light suddenly shone in his cloudy eyes.

"So I left Zandalar and followed you all the way, just to observe you and record you. For someone who loves collecting history, you are a specimen that only comes once in a thousand years."

"I'd like to call you Singularity. You always trigger various events that have a significant impact on the world."

"You, are you following me?"

Alvin was surprised.

He and Calpurnia looked at each other.

"When did it start? How come I didn't know?"

"Well, when did it start? Let me think about it."

"Yes, it started from the moment you got the staff that the little girl was carrying. To be honest, I was really surprised that you actually gave it away. Most people would never be able to resist the temptation of this staff! This proves once again that you are truly worth observing!"

"As for why you don't know..."

"The Zandalari sages naturally have their own ways!"

Zul laughed.

"Never underestimate the ability of a Zandalari sage. Although I am not good at fighting, I know a lot of other things."

"This...this is the Azeroth paparazzi!"

Alvin exclaimed.

This is bad.

I met a sasaeng fan!

"Paparazzi? Haha, that's a very apt description. Let me record it..."

As Zul spoke, he took out a dirty notebook.

He took out a quill from his clothes, licked it in his mouth and began to write.

"So, why did the wise man of Zandalari, who loves to peek at people, suddenly appear right in front of us?"

Solanlian asked with a frown.

She thought about how her previous intimate behavior with Alvin was observed by an old troll.

I couldn't help but shudder.

"Well, yes, why? It's strange, isn't it?"

Zul laughed heartily.

The laughter spread throughout the almost dark forest, but it was so loud that it turned into a violent cough...

It took a long time for Zul to stop coughing.

He took a few breaths and wiped his saliva with his dirty sleeve.

"Alvin, go back. If you go any further, you will die."

"What do you mean? I'm going to die?"

Alvin frowned.

"Where? When?"

The old troll seemed unsurprised by Alvin's reaction.

"There are unforeseen dangers ahead. I can see that the thread of your future is broken there."

Zul stretched out his hand and pointed his thick index finger toward the east.

That's the direction of the Temple of Atal'Hakkar...

"I don't want your fate to end here, so I came to you to warn you."

"Well, I'd rather get a beating."

The old troll put the pen and paper he used for recording back into his arms.

“But I think it’s worth it.”

"Why did you warn me?"

Irwin actually cares about this kind of prophecy.

But he didn't completely believe the old troll's identity.

Maybe Zul is just a charlatan who pretends to be a god.

"Because I think your presence will have a more profound impact on history, and I like recording history."

"Just to record history?"

"Isn't that enough? My young man, you still don't understand what this means to me."

The old troll shook his head.

"That's all I have to say. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"If you wish to continue, then I will go with you and observe the Miracle Priest's final adventure up close."

Zul stood up and put his mask back on.

"If you stop right here and turn back the way you came, I will leave right here and never appear in front of you again."

The old troll threw his hands to his sides.

"Choose, Miracle Pastor. You don't have much time left."

Alvin looked at Solanlian.

He usually has a lot of ideas, but at this moment he was a little at a loss.

He even suspected that it was because he didn't check the almanac before going out today.

I was so unlucky that an old charlatan stopped me on the road and told me that my forehead was black and I would not live long.

"Alvin, although I don't believe the troll's words, I think we should be more cautious."

Solanlian whispered to Alvin,

The elves glanced at Zul from time to time,

She seemed quite afraid of what he said.

It's just very strange,

If Zul jumped out and pointed at Solanlian's nose and said, "You are going to die," Solanlian would definitely hit his head hard with her staff.

But now Zul pointed at Alvin's nose and said that Alvin was going to die, and Solanlian was worried.

"Why don't we retreat back to Stormwind City and wait until we get in touch with the Green Dragon Queen again."

Solanlian chose to be safe.

Alvin didn't think so.

He hugged his chest and laughed, "I told you you're fat and you're out of breath."

Zul tilted his head, not sure what Alvin meant.

"Is the Zandalari prophecy completely correct?"

"W-what do you mean?"

Zul shouted, "You dare to question the prophecy of the Zandalari sages? Our prophecies are absolutely accurate!"

"Then why did you fail in your alliance with the Mogu thousands of years ago?"

Alvin asked with a smile.

"Don't tell me you didn't make a prophecy when you formed an alliance with the Mogu!"

"How do you know these things?"

Zul stammered, asking instead of answering.

Even among the Zandalari trolls, these secrets are only known to a small number of people...

How old is this human priest?

Why do you know these secrets of Zandalari history?

"So, what I just said is true."

"Ah! What, what's true? It's all fake! Fake! Zandalari's foresight is omniscient and omnipotent!"

"What on earth is going on?"

Solanlian was a little curious. Could it be that Alvin knew some stories about Zandalari?

"Haha, many years ago, there was a race called the Mogu. Their king was called Thundergod, and they enslaved other races. At that time, the Zandalari were allies of the Mogu, and they ruled the world together. But later, Thundergod and his Zandalari allies were overthrown by the races they had once enslaved."

Alvin explained the story he had just told to the curious baby Solanlian.

"Oh~"

Solanlian also laughed, as if Zul's alarmist and terrifying predictions just now had all become a joke.

"So, these guys' predictions aren't necessarily accurate!"

“You, you, you…”

Even though I'm wearing a mask,

But everyone could still see the old troll's face turning pale and blue.

"Hehe, you don't believe it, right? You will soon find out whether my prediction is true or false."

Zul did not get angry but laughed.

"Alvin, you've already chosen a path of no return. Even if you want to quit now, it's too late."

"Really? Then I'll wait and see."

He raised his head and took Solanlian's hand.

The voice was not loud, but every word was weighty.

"I firmly believe that man can conquer nature! My power can break all constraints and surpass all limits!"

Alvin felt that Solanlian seemed to be holding his hand tightly.

"I am Alvin Priest, a miracle pastor and the spokesperson for Holy Light. I will use my power to rewrite this world, and I will use my faith to challenge all impossibilities!"

"I will keep going!"

Zul didn't say anything else, just looked at him quietly.

The corners of the troll's mouth beneath the mask seemed to raise an arc.

"As expected of the world's singularity, you chose this path yourself. Like I said, you can't escape."

He was smiling bitterly.

Alvin was about to ask what the troll meant.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of dizziness flooded into his brain like a tide.

His vision began to blur and his body began to shake uncontrollably.

Everything around him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of misty smoke, making him feel extremely confused and lost.

He caught a glimpse of Solanlian, who had already fallen to the ground, as if knocked down by the same mysterious force.

Alvin tried to shout, but his voice seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not be uttered.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally he fell into complete darkness, knowing nothing anymore.

Before falling asleep, he heard a voice.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow..."