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

The troll kept saying "he" for a long time but didn't say what happened to this "Dead Fang" man.

The two guys just came to the bushes where Alvin and his men were hiding.

The troll who had spoken earlier sat down in the mud on the side of the road, as if he was already used to it.

"Um... I heard that Dead Fang... he committed suicide by jumping into the lake?"

"What suicide!"

The other troll also stopped and looked back at the way he came, as if to make sure whether he could be heard by those terrible guys.

"It's a curse! I bet! He's cursed!"

"He was fine during the day, but at night, he suddenly got up and said he wanted to offer his soul to the gods! Several people couldn't stop him, so he jumped into the lake and sank to the bottom. Not even his body was found!"

"Well......"

The troll who had been cursing so fiercely let out a sigh of relief.

"Because we didn't deliver the sacrifice on time?"

"That's right! If you can't provide a living sacrifice, we will have to be the living sacrifices ourselves!"

"Damn it! These evil Atala!"

"Shut up! Instead of complaining, why not go get some sacrifices from the murlocs?"

The trolls behind began to urge the trolls in front,

The troll in front stood up, and the two trolls walked away cursing.

After they walked away, Alvin and the other two crawled out from the bushes.

"What are these guys talking about?"

Solanlian asked as she cleaned the leaves stuck on her body.

Green Shadow also opened his eyes for a rare moment, his silver eyes staring at him curiously.

It seems that Green Shadow only understands the language of animals and not the language of trolls.

"It's very important information."

Alvin whispered.

"These two guys were out looking for prey. In their words, they wanted to make a living sacrifice. They mentioned that some guys called Atala had asked them to do so."

"Live sacrifice? Like the fishman just said?"

"Yes, the trolls also mentioned that they would go to the murlocs to see if they had caught any sacrifices. This means that the Atal'ai asked these trolls to provide living sacrifices, and the trolls found the murlocs again."

Alvin sighed.

"It was outsourced layer by layer, so those fish people attacked us. Damn, they almost succeeded."

"Atale..."

Myra Green Shadow raised her head, frowned, and her long ears twitched. She seemed to have thought of something, but quickly shook her head and covered her head with her hands.

"Hmm...why does the thought of this word give me such a headache?"

Solanlian saw that Green Shadow was in great pain.

He hurriedly stroked her back with his hand.

Although she didn't like the Kaldorei very much, Solanlian couldn't completely hate her savior.

"Maybe Green Shadow's amnesia is related to these Atal'ai. The two trolls mentioned that these Atal'ai are very evil. When they can't catch a sacrifice, their own people will serve as a living sacrifice and jump into the lake. Even their bodies cannot be found."

"Atale..."

While comforting Green Shadow, Solanlian said, "I have also been fighting trolls for thousands of years, and I have never heard of this name."

"I just happen to know..."

Alvin said.

"Sometimes I'm really curious! Are there so many history books in Lordaeron's library?! I must go and check it out someday!"

Solanlian said in surprise.

"This...this is not something I read in a book. It was told by one of my teachers. That teacher was a scholar, and he died many years ago!"

Alvin made up another excuse.

"In ancient times, it was said that this land was ruled by trolls. There was a troll tribe in the south called the Gurubashi."

"This group of trolls once believed in an evil god named Hakkar, but this evil god was too evil and regularly devoured large numbers of souls, so the trolls had no choice but to offer large numbers of living sacrifices."

"Later, the trolls themselves couldn't stand this evil god anymore, and the Gurubashi Empire split into several small tribes. Their priest class, the worshippers of the evil god Hakkar, were forced into exile in the Swamp of Sorrows. It seems they built a temple dedicated to the evil god Hakkar in the east, right here."

Alvin pointed to the east. Although the sky in the east was beginning to turn pale and the sun seemed to be rising, for some reason, the sky in the east seemed foggy and there was an evil aura visible to the naked eye.

"That's probably it,"

Alvin continued.

"And those evil god priests, their name is Atala."

"I see... You know so much..."

Solanlian said,

"Sometimes I can't believe you're not even 20 yet! These stories must have been lost a long time ago."

"Haha, who can blame me for having so many teachers?"

Alvin was talking until his mouth was dry, and he was just about to ask Green Shadow if he could remember anything.

I found that Green Shadow had fallen asleep with his head tilted and his eyes closed...

“That’s a really good attitude!”

Alvin sighed,

"It will be dawn soon. Let's continue on our way to their camp. It would be best if we could capture a prisoner and ask him where Zul is."

Speechless all the way.

When Alvin was observing the troll camp from afar through an eagle in the sky through his "mind vision",

The sun has risen.

There are a group of trolls inside,

At the same time, he also saw an item - the Scepter of Sargeras.

That thing was placed in the middle of the camp...

How is this going?

Did Zul give away the Scepter of Sargeras?

Alvin was puzzled.

But the problem is easy to solve. We just need to rush in and kill all the trolls, and then leave one tongue to ask for information.

Now Alvin can rely on Xal'atath to perfectly control shadow spells.

Dealing with a pack of trolls is no problem.

This idea was highly approved by Solanlian.

Green Shadow frowned.

"When I turn into a bear, I won't be able to control my anger. I might as well kill them all!"

......

Alvin told her that the main purpose was to gather information and that there was no need to transform into a green shadow. The night elf then nodded.

But unexpected things still happened.

When the three rushed to the troll camp and prepared to kill,

Instead of being surprised, the trolls all ran out and knelt on the ground, bowing to the three people and muttering to themselves.

What Alvin heard them shout was—"Liberators."

"What are these guys doing?"

"I don't understand either. They're calling us liberators..."

After being tormented by these trolls, Alvin couldn't bring himself to do anything.

I was just about to ask them what they were going to do.

The trolls retreated to both sides, leaving a path in the middle.

The troll leader we just saw,

He walked out holding the Scepter of Sargeras in both hands.

"Liberators, welcome! We've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The troll raised his staff and knelt in front of the three people.

"Why do you call us liberators?"

Alvin took the scepter and looked at it carefully.

Perfect as ever,

He turned around and handed it to Solanlian.

"It is the revelation of the Zandalari sage Zul..."

The troll leader lowered his head.

"The sage said that two women and one man will come to our camp soon and ask us to hand over this staff to him. He also said that he will be the savior of our tribe..."

"Zul?"

Alvin looked around but didn't see the old guy.

"Where is he?"

"He, he volunteered to be our living sacrifice... and jumped into the Lake of Tears!"