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

Dengta laughed wildly, his sturdy body swaying with his laughter.

Alvin felt the magic power in his body slipping away. The ogre's rough big hand opened flat towards Alvin, and the blue magic power slowly flowed towards him.

For spellcasters in the vanilla era who were generally short of mana, the warlock's mana drain and hellhound were natural nemesis.

Especially these demon warlocks, who have thick skin and flesh, damage reduction, and fear to absorb mana. The hellhound can devour magic effects and counter the caster's chanting and reading. If you meet a warlock from the enemy camp one-on-one, it is best to stay away.

But Alvin didn't feel anything. He himself didn't even know how much magic power he had. He might not be able to absorb all the mana even if he sucked it all away until dawn.

Suddenly, a light flashed on Alvin's body, and a natural and fresh breeze appeared, circling around Alvin. The tongue that was originally tangled in his mouth suddenly returned to normal.

Alvin looked behind her and saw Green Shadow, stretching his arms towards her.

"I helped you break the curse!"

He nodded gratefully and used a "silence" to block the ogre magician's mouth, interrupting the mana-sucking magic.

"what!"

Dengta was silenced, his magic was interrupted, and he was quickly attacked by the backlash of the magic power. His throat felt hot and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"This is impossible! Why would a priest have the skill of silence?!"

“There are so many things you don’t know!”

Since the Ogre Mage has extremely high resistance to shadow, there is no need for shadow spells!

Alvin raised his hands and selected the skill icon of "Penance" in his mind.

The hellhound that climbed the tower was sent back to the Twisting Nether by Alvin, the corruption was eliminated by Alvin, the language curse was lifted by Green Shadow, and even the mana drain was countered. The ogre mage was a little exasperated, but he still believed in his strength as a disciple of Ner'zhul.

Dengta admitted that he was left behind by the teacher as a pawn to block the alliance, and everyone thought that they were doomed.

But he did not feel unfair about this. Instead, he was wholeheartedly grateful to Ner'zhul for entrusting him with such an important task. As long as he could stop the Alliance for a while, it would be a temporary victory. If he could kill a few key figures, it would be even more profitable.

Three golden balls of light gathered in Alvin's palm and shot towards the ogre under his traction. Everything happened in an instant. The ogre had no time to react and hurriedly raised his strong arms to block.

"Roar!"

The golden ball of light exploded the moment it touched his body, blowing his arm into a bloody mess, revealing his white bones. Dengta let out a shrill wail.

The ogre gritted his teeth, quickly pulled out a red bottle from his arms, uncorked it and poured the liquid into his mouth, then took out a magic stone shining with green light and crushed it in his hands.

Green magic surged out from the broken stone and entered the ogre's injured arm, quickly repairing the damaged muscle cells and restoring his vitality to climb the tower.

"Blood bottles and healing stones? You're really good at cheating."

Alvin shook his head and looked at the ogre with contempt.

"I thought this was a duel, but you actually drank a large blood bottle."

"This is a duel, and being well prepared is part of it! Damn humans!"

The ogre was completely enraged. He began to chant spells again, his mouth full of yellow teeth bared. Although the blood bottle and healing stone had cured most of his injuries, the magic power he had lost could not be replenished, and there was no way to recover the lost strength and energy.

Although the ogre now looks even more crazy and terrifying, his aura is far less arrogant than at the beginning.

Dengta's bloodthirsty eyes emitted a blood-red light. Although his originally strong arm had been treated, a large piece of flesh had still been lost and blood was gushing out.

The ogre's brutality also arose. He used his other hand to release a shadow spell on the wound, burning his wound with the power of shadow.

A crackling sound echoed, and Dengta bared his teeth, seemingly enduring inhuman pain. Beads of sweat streamed down his massive head. A burning smell wafted over. The creature had used Shadow Burn to burn his wounds, forming scabs and quickly stopping the bleeding.

"It's truly amazing, human. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed what Master Ner'zhul said."

The ogre gasped, and the hoarse voice coming out of his throat sounded even more unpleasant than before.

"I have to say, I'm incredibly lucky! I'm so happy to have met a formidable foe like you!"

"Really? As far as I know, I shouldn't be the first outsider to come to Draenor. Those black dragons must have caused you a lot of trouble, right?"

"Hehehe, what's a black dragon? Those guys are just some big lizards looking to retrieve their dragon eggs. The teacher used a little trick to send the black dragon eggs to the lair of the gronn in Gorgrond, which lured those reptiles to run north. The gronn there won't let them go. Gruul will tear those black guys apart."

Alvin laughed in his heart. He didn't expect that it would be so easy to get the whereabouts of the Black Dragon from this big fool, but he still showed an expression of disbelief on the surface.

"How is that possible? Those Gronns are just beasts without intelligence. It's impossible for them to defeat those black dragons."

Denta grinned and laughed, at this moment he was still immersed in his infinite admiration for Ner'zhul.

"Ner'zhul is omniscient and omnipotent. He anticipated all of this, so he left us a trump card! Among those dragon eggs is a magic bomb made by Gorefiend himself! Humph, I heard that the bomb was made based on the magic of the black dragons' father. Using the father of black dragons' bomb to kill these black dragons is truly a black humor, hahahaha!"

Dengta's words made Alvin's body begin to tremble, not because of fear, but because of anger.

He remembered that the terrible black dragon magic had destroyed a small island on Lake Lordamere and reduced the sturdy fortress of Watchtower to ashes during the Battle of the Dark Portal.

The tragic scene at that time was still vivid in his mind, and Alvin began to worry about the black dragons.

Although his adopted sister Onyxia had her head plunged into the Dark Portal at that time, he was not worried about her.

This black dragon sister is calm, cunning, and always suspicious, so she shouldn't be easily deceived. But if you add her two troublesome brothers, Nefarian and Saberian, into the mix, it's hard to say.

Cold sweat dripped down Alvin's head. He now wished he could go to Gorgrond immediately and catch up with Onyxia and the others.

"So Ner'zhul sent the dragon eggs north, but he himself fled south to the Temple of Karabor? What a coward!"

Alvin cursed, and he quickly pulled out Xal'atath and held it horizontally in his hand.

He already knew everything he wanted to know, and now he just wanted to end the battle here as soon as possible.

"He can only leave behind idiots like you to delay us! I'll prove to him that you guys are no threat at all. If you're smart, surrender immediately! Otherwise, I'll plunge a knife into your filthy heart in the next round!"

"hahahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Cough cough cough..."

Denta laughed wildly, his body shaking violently because of his laughter. The places on his body that were injured just now burst open again, and blood flowed out from them, flowing down the ogre's body and dripping onto the ground, making his already ugly appearance even more disgusting.

"Tear!"

The ogre reached out and tore off his burnt robe and threw it on the ground, revealing his strong muscles.

Then he patted a round black metal hanging around his neck.

"Look what this is?!"