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

Green Shadow became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice gradually became louder. Seeing this, Akalitassa in front slowed down and came to their side.

"I told Teacher Malfurion about what I saw in my dream, but he didn't know what it was and had never seen it before. So I started looking through the ancient books of the Kaldorei, but I still had no clue..."

"But why do you know these things?"

Solanlian tilted her head and asked Alvin,

"You didn't have another teacher tell you that, did you?"

"Congratulations! You can answer the questions quickly!"

Alvin smiled and clapped his hands.

"I'm not kidding you this time. I actually traveled here from another universe. I'm a god who knows the past and future 500 years!"

Solanlian didn't say anything for a long time, looking at Alvin as if he were a fool.

"Akaritassa, Green Shadow, let's go. Don't stay with this idiot. It's contagious!"

After saying that, the three girls ran to the front hand in hand.

"Hey hey hey! Why is it that no one believes me even when I tell the truth?"

The people at the back were chatting animatedly.

The person in front was worried.

The old bishop Faol walked in front, leading everyone through twists and turns, and finally arrived at the hillside near Lake Lordamere in the south of the city.

This is the highest place in the royal city of Lordaeron. The city is close to the mountains in the south, and at the foot of the mountains is the endless Lake Lordamere. However, the lake is now pitch black and nothing can be seen.

King Terenas and Prince Arthas were puzzled.

But next to her was the possessed Jialiya,

The father and son did not dare to ask any more questions, so they had to follow the old bishop through the streets and alleys, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

It was already dark at this time. Looking from the top of the mountain, the whole city was plunged into darkness, with only a few lights. The stars in the sky were even brighter than those on the ground.

"Efen O'Rour, look here."

Under the starry sky, on the hillside, beside the fragrant grass, under the small tree, there is a small mound and a tombstone.

If it were daytime, I believe the scenery looking down from here would be very beautiful.

Jia Liya took two steps forward.

This place seemed familiar, but she had been dead for sixty years and had forgotten many things except her hatred for Terenas I.

Until she saw the words on the tombstone - Tomb of my beloved wife, Elfen O'er.

"Is this... my grave?"

Jia Liya's legs were weak and she knelt down in front of her own grave. She stroked the tombstone with her hand, trying to see every word on it clearly.

It's the "Tomb of My Beloved Wife, Elfen Orr," and the inscription reads "Terenas I"...

"This is the tombstone the late king erected for you."

Phao sighed,

"I actually heard a little about what happened between you two back then, but you only know one side of the story."

The old bishop put his hands behind his back, as if thinking about where to start.

"Back then, several countries were not as peaceful as they are today, and wars were common. Your Majesty was young and didn't think too much about it. It was not until later that he realized that his marriage and even his fate were not in his own hands. He was very distressed and even thought about taking you away from this country..."

Phao sighed.

"In fact, he did succeed. You lived together quietly for a while, but then the war broke out again. When Lordaeron was in danger, the prince returned. He went through untold hardships and finally led the kingdom to victory. But at this time, he faced the same problem as before - a political marriage."

"This time the prince has matured and accepted his fate. He originally wanted to bring you here, but his father wrote you a letter in his name, trying to scold you and drive you away..."

"When the prince's men found you, you had already committed suicide. The prince was filled with regret and had a huge argument with his father. Not long after, the old king also died. The prince succeeded to the throne and became Terenas I. He buried you here, saying that you loved watching the sunrise and sunset here when you were alive."

"Maybe an old man like me is the only one who knows about this. Alas, it's all a sin!"

Fao said, and sighed deeply again.

"If His Majesty the Prince had set out two days earlier, or if you had received that letter two days later, perhaps the situation would be completely different now. Perhaps this is fate, alas..."

At this time, Jialiya was already crying.

"I remember now, I remember everything..."

Jialiya knelt in front of her own grave, crying inconsolably.

"It turns out that I was wrong about you. I, I should have believed you. I should have waited for you!"

In this situation, it was really difficult for others to persuade him any further, and they could only remain silent tacitly.

Solanlian whispered all this to Myra Greenshadow, who also seemed a little melancholy.

"Human life is short, why are we so obsessed?"

She shook her head, walked slowly forward, and gently patted Jialiya's twitching shoulders twice.

Next, a magical scene happened.

The soul of a light blue woman separated from the body of Jaina, who was curled up on the ground, with her eyes closed. Jaina, who lost her support, fell down directly. Arthas was quick-witted and quickly supported his sister.

"I'm really sorry, I misunderstood you."

Aifen O'er turned around and said apologetically to the king's family,

"The princess is fine. She'll be fine after a few days of rest. I'm very sorry for embarrassing her today..."

"This is all a coincidence. To be honest, it is indeed my father and grandfather who have wronged you. You are angry, and you have every right to be angry."

King Terenas II quickly admitted the mistakes of his ancestors.

"If Bishop Fao hadn't explained this, I'm afraid I would never have known about this story of my ancestors. From now on, I will come to visit your grave often."

Aifen O'er nodded.

"When I entered your daughter's body, I felt some synaesthesia and discovered that she liked this pastor. That's why I used your daughter's body to kiss him. It was a fait accompli, I guess."

Ghost said, pointing at Alvin.

Alvin was speechless and said, "Don't mess with other people's affairs, okay? I have a fiancée. Look, this Miss Quel'dorei is my fiancée! Do you want your tragedy to happen to me again?"

These words were a bit harsh, and Aifen O'er lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Reverend... But I can't compensate you in my current state. I can only wait until you die..."

"You'd better stop talking! Aren't you cursing me to death?"

Alvin frowned and said, after thinking about it, he had to say: "Forget it, forget it.

You should go to the Shadow Realm as soon as possible. Perhaps your beloved is still waiting for you there."

"Yes! You are right! Thank you, Reverend!"

A smile appeared on Aifen O'er's face again.

"But, I, I don't know how to get to that world..."

"..."

This is indeed a difficult problem. Do I have to kill this ghost again?

"I've performed prayers for my fallen colleagues in monasteries and on battlefields. Can I try?"

Uther suddenly spoke.

That's right! Alvin slapped the back of his head. He remembered that the Paladin seemed to have a skill called "Resurrection of the Undead". He didn't expect to use it here!

Uther took out a yellowed magic book from his bag and held it in one hand.

Then he took a deep breath and began to chant the ancient spell.

Alvin felt that this spell was familiar, but he couldn't understand it. He thought it must be a new skill that the paladins had realized during their training.

As the spell progressed, the magic book in Uther's hand began to emit a dazzling golden light.

The light is like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and bright.

It poured out from the pages, slowly rising, and finally enveloped the ghost of Efen Ore.

Aifen O'er's body appeared even more transparent in the golden light, like morning mist as thin as a cicada's wing.

She closed her eyes peacefully, as if letting go of all attachment to the past.

Soon, her figure gradually became blurred in the light, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and gradually disappeared into the air.

At this moment, a sacred song seemed to ring in my ears.

The song is like the sound of nature, full of peace.

Aifen O'er's voice rang out: "Thank you!"

As Efen O'er's voice faded into the air, her figure also completely disappeared.

Uther slowly closed the magic book. He had successfully completed the task of redeeming the dead, allowing the soul of Ifen Orr to rest in peace.

"Now it's time to talk about my daughter!"

The voice of Terenas II broke the silence of the night.