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

Alvin knew who it was as soon as he heard the voice.

He patted his head.

"How could I forget about him!"

While comforting the two equally frightened elves, he turned around to find the source of the sound.

"Here! I'm here!"

Under a pile of dead trolls, there was a skinny old troll, still wearing the strange mask on his face. It was his old friend, the Zandalari sage Zul.

"You old fellow, I didn't kill you just now because of all the chaos!"

"Haha, it must be the protection of the gods!"

The old troll laughed dryly, and as if the wound was touched, he began to cough violently.

Only then did Alvin realize that this guy was now pinned down by the pile of corpses and couldn't move, just like a monkey pressed under the Five Elements Mountain. Only one arm and head were exposed in the pile of corpses, and the rest of his body was buried.

"Dear Miracle Pastor, my old bones are about to die under the pressure. Please rescue me quickly!"

Zul struggled as he spoke, but unfortunately he was pinned to the bottom. After a few struggles, he was exhausted and out of breath, but his body didn't move even a millimeter.

"What? Didn't you say I would die in here? And you even said the thread of my future was cut here... Whether you admit it or not, your ridiculous prediction is completely wrong this time!"

Alvin squatted on the old troll's pen with a smile and stroked his dog's head.

While cursing, he used levitation magic to reduce the weight of the corpse above, then grabbed the old troll's exposed arms and pulled him out.

After all, this guy didn't do anything particularly bad to them. He just stole the staff and pendant, and he also left the Scepter of Sargeras in the troll village, which was a disguised way of returning it to them.

"Ouch, my old bones are about to break!"

Zul was pulled out with a groan, and he sat down on the spot against the pile of corpses.

He used two big hands with only three fingers to massage his numb body.

"How much have I missed?!"

The old troll looked around and found that there was no living person around. He was so surprised that his jaw dropped from the mask.

"Gamalan is dead? How did he die?"

"How else could he die? We killed him."

Alvin turned around and winked at the two ladies. He didn't want more people to know about what happened to Salatath.

"It's so unbelievable...but the prophecy...the prophecy says that you will be killed by your lover here..."

Zul muttered softly and looked at Alvin with an incredible expression.

"Ok?"

When Alvin heard this, he immediately grabbed Old Zuer's arm and used a grappling technique.

"So you already knew what we would encounter here?! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much! My old bones can't stand you tossing them around, they're going to break!"

Zul screamed, and his entire body was squeezed into a strange shape by Alvin.

"I can't tell you! If we tell anyone about this prophecy, we'll lose the gods' favor and our power!"

Only then did Alvin let go of his hand. He knew that the trolls' witchcraft contained many strange taboos and was very weird.

"Come on, judging by the results, your predictions aren't very accurate. I don't know why you're so nervous."

He held out his hand to the old troll and spread it out.

"Give me back my green dragon pendant."

"Ouch, it hurts so much. What a pity! They said they were going to observe it closely, but in the end they didn't see the crucial part at all! Here, here, here, here!"

Zul kept talking as he reached into his arms, took out a pendant and placed it in Alvin's palm.

"What exactly is going on? I need to know every detail! And, and..."

Zul looked at Solanlian and asked, "That Quel'dorei...how did they become like that? This, this is a completely new race!"

"This is a long story. First, tell me, how did you get in? And what is your purpose?"

Zul kept stealing glances at Solanlian, only to be glared back fiercely by the Void Elf.

Hastily pretending nothing happened.

He patted the dirt off his body, but found that it was covered with yellow and white filth left by various corpses, which made his hands dirty again. He simply wiped it on his robe, and when he felt it was a little dry, he spat on it.

Alvin almost vomited from nausea.

"As I said, Zandalari Sage, you have the mission of recording history. In addition..."

The old troll looked at the broken corpses lying around and sighed.

"They were once subjects of the Gurubashi Empire. To the Zandalari, these people are our compatriots, sharing the same customs and speaking the same language. We don't want them to stray further down the evil path. If we can persuade them, we should do our best..."

As the old troll spoke, he found his luggage, the equally dirty package, from the pile of corpses.

He took out a small bottle from it, opened it carefully, then sprinkled the fine sand on the pile of corpses and bowed several times.

"But they got too deeply involved, and their hatred for the green dragon prevented them from seeing their own path clearly. In the end, they ended up like this... Alas..."

"All I can do is to liberate their souls..."

Alvin was silent.

He had guessed Zul's purpose more than once, but he didn't expect it to be such a simple idea.

"You almost died here yourself. Is it worth it?"

“There is no such thing as worth or not, only should or should not.

Just like you, you could just leave here without a care in the world, right?

But you still came, not only destroyed the evil, but also saved my life, although this is different from my prophecy, but,"

The old troll's green eyes, hidden behind the mask, blinked.

"I prefer the current ending."

"Humph, you're just full of sweet talk. I don't even know which of your words are true and which are false!"

"Hahaha, you'll know later. I told you I'll always be observing you and recording you. There's no way I'll let go of such good material!"

"..."

Alvin got goosebumps.

"You'd better not follow me and spy on me, or I promise to pop your eyes out..."

"Hahahahaha!"

The old troll laughed loudly, and his hoarse voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Alright, alright, go and stay with your female companion. Don't worry about me. I'm going to record everything that happened here. Just call me when you leave! Go ahead!"

As Zul said this, he took out a pen and a notebook from his torn bag.

The notebook looks yellowed, I don't know how long it has been used.

The old troll just lay on the ground with his butt sticking out, put the pen in his mouth and licked it, then started writing...

What a strange guy!

Alvin turned back to the two elves and translated the conversation with Zul to them.

"I still don't believe him. Trolls are disgusting creatures."

Solanlian shook her head.

After the initial hesitation, she has gradually accepted her identity as a void elf.

I just tried some magic and found that the magic reserves and power are indeed stronger than before.

Anyway, the target is Alvin. As long as Alvin doesn't dislike me, I don't care about anything else.

And judging by the way Alvin looked at him, he seemed even more excited...

Moreover, when he looked at Alvin, he felt inexplicably hot all over.

"Is it really as Xal'atath said, that I need to go to him to replenish my mana?"

"Hmm? Solanlian, what did you say?"

"Ah! No! I didn't say anything!"

Solanlian blushed, but luckily her skin had turned light blue, so even if it turned red, it wouldn't be that obvious...

"She said she wants to find you to replenish your magic!"

Myra Green Shadow said seriously from the side.

Alvin stood still as if he had been acupunctured.

"what!"

The Void Elf squatted on the ground, covering his face.

"What happen to you guys?"

Green Shadow scratched her head, she didn't understand what happened.

"What is magic replenishment? Can you replenish me too?"