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

"Yrel, come forward, let me take a good look at you!"

The gorgeous robes on Nemurean were already filthy, as if they had not been washed for years. As soon as he stood up, a fishy smell hit him in the face, and Caponia quickly covered her nose.

The Auchenai priest held out his hand to Yrel. It was pale and withered, its nails long and curled, like a mummy.

"Come, Yrel, come and help me. Together we will kill all the orcs and complete the great revenge of the Draenei race!"

Irel, who was at a loss, unconsciously put her hands behind her back. She looked back at Alvin and found that Alvin and others were also looking at her. They didn't say anything, and it seemed that they left the decision to her.

"Lord Nimurean, how do you plan to exact revenge? And what about those skeleton claws up there?"

Seeing Irel's movements and micro-expressions, Nemurian's face showed obvious displeasure. He snorted coldly.

"It seems that I'm not the only one who has changed..."

The Auchenai priest retracted his skinny hand, and his whole body seemed to shrink. His sinister laughter echoed in the room.

"Look around you. You should remember the former glory of Auchindoun, but look again, is there any trace of the past left now..."

Nimurean walked slowly back to his desk and fiddled with a magic prop on it.

Alvin glanced sideways, and although he couldn't see clearly, he vaguely saw the candlestick that had just been destroyed.

"We once believed in the Holy Light, but ended up in destruction. Those orc warlocks destroyed Auchindoun!"

"It's me! I gathered the remaining survivors! It's me! I led everyone to hide in this dark underground tomb! Where's the Holy Light? Hahaha, it's ridiculous that the Holy Light didn't answer my prayers. We are the ones abandoned by the Holy Light!"

Nemurean's hoarse voice was sonorous and powerful. Recalling the past that he couldn't bear to recall again made him a little excited.

He turned the candlestick in his hand, and then a crazy smile appeared on his face, and even his tentacles trembled excitedly one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the ground in the room shook, and rumbling sounds echoed throughout the hall. Three huge stone coffins arranged in the shape of a "品" suddenly rose from the ground between Nemurean, Alvin, and the others.

Alvin and Danas had already sensed that something was wrong, so they took a few steps back, putting some distance between themselves and the coffin, ready for battle.

Who knows what strange thing will jump out of this coffin?

"Where are the survivors? Nemurean? Where did you hide everyone?"

Instead of retreating, Irel advanced and stood between the two coffins that were closest to her. She gripped the war hammer tightly in her hand, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Where is everyone? Hahahaha, you should have seen them. Just now, they wanted to get you to keep them company! Hahahaha!"

"You killed them?!"

"No,"

Nimurean shook his head. "It's hunger and loneliness, and the orcs' encirclement..."

"The first one to die is lucky, because the ones who die later can only eat the corpses of their companions in order to survive!"

"And I only understood a truth after I ate everyone! In this place, the dead are much more useful than the living! I captured an orc warlock and learned a lot of shadow secrets from him. After I learned it thoroughly, I ate that orc! From then on, I ate everything: orcs, arakkoa, living people, dead people..."

"But you know what's ironic? These creatures all taste the same! They're all disgusting!"

Nimurean's eyes shot out a blood-red light. This guy had gone completely crazy. Years of living underground and hatred had destroyed the originally upright and kind-hearted Auchenai priests, leaving only an evil ghoul.

"So there are no orcs and draenei, no living and dead, only destruction!"

Nimurean slammed his staff to the ground, sending sparks flying.

"You will also become my nourishment! Your bones will become my weapons! Next, I will kill all the arakkoa who occupy our sacred land, and then drive the orcs out of Auchindoun completely!"

"I'm tired of all this red tape!"

The shadow energy emitted by Nemurean's staff split into three and entered three coffins respectively.

The lid of the coffin began to move backwards, and dust and fine sand were scattered around the coffin. The harsh noise made by the friction between the stones was dizzying.

"What the hell is going on?"

Danas was ready for battle, holding his battle axe in both hands. He didn't understand what Nimurean said at all, but raising a coffin from the ground was not a sign of hospitality.

"Buried in Auchindoun are the most powerful vindicators and bishops in Draenei history. The occupants of these three coffins are probably not easy to deal with. Come to our side quickly! Yrel!"

Alvin cried out in his heart that something was wrong.

This is really a case of a knife pulling the butt - I've opened my eyes. Could it be that the drama being played out in front of me is the otherworldly version of "Reincarnation"?

Seeing that Irel was still sticking her neck out and trying to argue with Nimurean, Danas stood between the two coffins without knowing how to avoid them, so he rushed forward in frustration and pulled her back.

"Let me go! An Auchenai shouldn't act like this!"

"Open your eyes and look! He's no longer the person you knew!"

Danas pulled back the stubborn Yrel.

"Now, take out your hammers and prepare to fight! If you don't want to fight, get out of the way!"

After saying that, he pulled hard and dragged Irel behind him without any hesitation. The Draenei sat down on the ground. Calpurnia hurriedly helped the girl who was confused by Danas's yelling to steady herself.

While the commotion was still going on here, the lid of the coffin over there had been completely opened. Alvin and the others were facing a formidable enemy and drew their weapons, ready to fight.

Amidst Nemurean's wild laughter, a rattling sound was heard, and a large skeleton hand stretched out, holding the edge of the coffin. Then three skeletons covered with dust and shriveled flesh stood up from the coffin.

Three huge skeletons spread their legs and crawled out of the coffin. The two in front were wearing armor similar to that of Garrison Commander Maraad, and the last one was wearing a yellow and blue robe. He was tall, more than a foot taller than the average Draenei.

A terrifying purple light emanated from the skeleton monster's deep, empty eye sockets. The armor hanging on its muscleless body made crisp clashing sounds that were particularly harsh in the empty room.

But what was even more bizarre was the skeleton holding a staff standing at the end. His originally withered muscles lost their original shape the moment they came into contact with the air, and turned into cracked pieces of flesh and debris that fell from his face. A face that originally looked like a zombie turned into a skull in a short time.

He raised his staff high, opened his mouth wide and chanted a silent spell, and all the shadow magic in the space converged towards the monster.

"I'll give you a taste of the Draenei's revenge!"