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

The green young dragon lowered its head and swayed its body, as if it was eroded by an invisible drunkenness.

Its scales have become very gray and pale, as if they have not been exposed to the sun for many years.

The green dragon's eyes were half closed, and a blurry world was reflected in its pupils. Its breathing was heavy and rapid. Even from a long distance away, Alvin could hear the breathing sound like a bellows.

The prophet Jamalan had a cold smile on his face and held a sharp dagger in his hand.

The blade is covered with inscriptions of strange shapes.

A sinister smile appeared on his ugly face, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards the green dragon's neck like lightning.

With a "swish", the tip of the knife easily penetrated the scales and pierced into the green dragon's flesh.

The troll spun the dagger in his hand, causing the blade to stir in the green dragon's neck, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood.

The drowsy green dragon didn't even howl, but its body trembled violently, and then it fell to the ground weakly.

Jamalan quickly pulled out the dagger, and the green dragon's blood gushed out from the green dragon's neck like a red waterfall, splashing on the troll's face and body.

"Take a closer look, this is the power of Atala!"

Jamalan roared crazily and began to chant unknown spells. His hoarse voice spread throughout the hall, making the other Atal'ai trolls excited.

They raised their hands high and began to perform a strange witch dance towards the green dragon.

The ground beneath the green dragon's body suddenly cracked.

Mysterious red light gushed out like lava.

He quickly sketched out an ancient magic circle on the ground.

The lines of the magic circle were as hot as lava, and the light it emitted became brighter and brighter, like a burning fireball, illuminating everything around it red.

The green dragon's body was lifted up by the magical power of the magic circle and floated in the air.

Then wounds began to appear on its body. Those wounds were so deep that the bones could be seen, and blood gushed out like a spring!

But the blood did not spill onto the ground. Instead, it was pulled by an invisible force and turned into countless blood threads as thin as hair. They moved in irregular circles and finally poured into the hot magic circle.

As the blood continued to flow out, the green dragon's body began to shrivele, and its originally emerald green scales lost their luster and turned grayish white like stone.

From beginning to end, the green dragon didn't make a single groan.

Finally, when the last drop of blood flowed into the magic circle, the ancient red magic circle instantly burst out with dazzling light, as if dyeing the entire hall blood-red.

At this moment, the green dragon's body completely lost its strength and turned into a gray corpse. It fell from the air like a piece of rag and landed in the center of the magic circle.

"This may be the sacrificial ritual of the Atalai priests..."

Alvin's hands and feet were cold.

Although I had prepared myself mentally, when I actually saw it, I still felt that the scene was a little too scary.

"See that, Zandalari?"

The prophet Jamalan said triumphantly to the old troll Zul: "Our god Hakkar has hinted to me that the blood of the green dragon can also be used as a living sacrifice!"

"And outside us, there are countless green dragons! They have been bewitched by my magic. Those green lizards are no different from domesticated livestock!

I can definitely sacrifice a green dragon to summon Hakkar to our world!"

Alvin couldn't see Zul's expression clearly, but he could hear his voice.

The old troll's voice seemed to tremble a little.

“Is this the power of Atala you mentioned?

Sacrifice a dragon to summon the Blood God Hakkar? ? "

"Do you know that these evil deeds of yours will eventually lead to the revenge of the Green Dragon Legion? Guardian Dragon..."

"revenge?"

Jamalan laughed and said, "We haven't provoked the green dragon before, and they still attacked us!!"

"Now, it's Atal'ai's revenge on the green dragon and all living beings in this world!"

"I will first sacrifice all the dragons outside to Hakkar. When Hakkar arrives, he will personally kill that confused old green dragon!"

"And you, my respected Lord Zandalari..."

Jamalan looked at Zul with ill intent,

"You will continue to complete your mission and record the great historical achievements of Atalai! However...

In another capacity..."

"Submit to me, Zandalari!"

The Prophet Jamalan shouted, suddenly raising his staff and pointing it at Zul.

A ball of black magical energy, like the god of death's scythe, instantly cut through the air and hit Zul directly.

Zul never imagined that this crazy guy would actually dare to attack a Zandalari sage.

He had no way to avoid it and was instantly hit by the terrible magic!

Then, Zul's eyes began to become empty, and he felt as if his thoughts were swallowed by darkness.

His body seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.

Then, an indescribable pain broke out in his mind, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his brain.

The strong old troll's eyes were filled with fear and struggle at this moment.

He tried to resist the dark force, but his willpower seemed so fragile in the face of darkness.

There seemed to be two voices in his head fighting for control, one was his own voice, and the other was the cold command from Gamalan.

These two voices echoed in his mind, making him unable to think and only struggling in pain.

Jamalan watched Zul's struggle with a frenzied gaze, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Struggle, struggle! In the end, you will be mine!"

He enjoyed Zul's pain, his struggle.

Zul's body began to tremble, and his vision and consciousness began to become blurred.

He knew he could no longer resist the dark power; his willpower was powerless before Gamaran's magic.

He gathered his last shred of sanity and cried out, "O Miracle! Face your fate!"

Finally, he closed his eyes in pain.

Then he knelt before Gamalan,

His voice was hoarse and low, as if coming from the abyss.

"At your service, my lord."

Alvin quietly hid in the shadows outside the hall,

His eyes flickered between Jamalan and Zul, and he was so shocked by this strange brainwashing magic that he was speechless.

One's mind control can only control the other person's body, and there is a time limit.

But what Jamalan showed now was obviously another more domineering brainwashing magic that could directly turn enemies into allies!

In addition to the terrible magic, what made his heart churn was Zul's last words, which were like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

"O miracle, facing your fate?"

Alvin repeated these words in a low voice, and looking at Gamaran's smug look, he felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

He recalled Zul's words again - "If you continue forward, you will die."

These words were like a curse that he couldn't let go.

He began to doubt whether he should continue to move forward and face this fate that might bring death.

Alvin could not accept that his fate was manipulated by others, and he could not accept that his future was decided by others.

Alvin's heart began to feel conflicted.

He held Xal'atath tightly, his eyes full of struggle.

Is it moving forward or backward?