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

Everyone's hearts finally settled down after Kurdlan was rescued, but now they couldn't be happy at all.

The mission has been completed perfectly at this point, and there is no problem in exiting Auchindoun now.

But Ner'zhul is right in front of us. If we take one more step forward, we may be able to catch the culprit.

And what exactly is the purpose of the orc warlocks' evil rituals? If this question is not resolved, it will weigh on Alvin's heart like a huge stone.

Alvin originally wanted to propose that the troops split into two groups, letting Danas take everyone out of Auchindoun first, while he would move forward.

But this suggestion was quickly rejected by everyone. Calpurnia's fists rained down on Alvin's shoulders. Green Shadow also caught up, and the Night Blade Leopard immediately bit Alvin's head...

"Surrender! Surrender! Let's go together, let's go together!"

Alvin patted Green Shadow's chin, and the Night Blade Leopard let go and released Alvin.

"More people means more strength. I'm not going to give up until I've torn that warlock who tortured me into pieces! Why should I rest? I'll have plenty of time to rest after I die, hahahaha!"

As Kurdlan led the way, he said, "That guy was wearing a gray robe and had a big beard. He almost took my life! Did you see him later? Did you kill him?"

"The man you are talking about should be in front. I just saw him leaving with Ner'zhul."

Alvin remembered the orc who had left behind Ner'zhul. He looked very similar to what Kurdran had described.

"Very well, I'll show him how powerful my hammer is! And, guys, what is this? Your hybrid parrot?"

Kurdran noticed Grezk who had been standing on Danas's shoulder and wanted to touch his head, but had to give up because he was not tall enough.

"Quack! Grezzik! Raven Man! Raven Man!"

Grezik was unhappy that the dwarves classified him as a parrot, and he flapped his wings and screamed.

"Grezik is a Crowman who lives here," Danas explained immediately. "He's very familiar with the terrain here and serves as our guide. Without him, we probably wouldn't have been able to find you so quickly."

"I see!"

Kurdran saluted carelessly and said, "Thank you, my Crow Man brother! I am a Wildhammer dwarf, a rough man. You are my benefactor. The Wildhammer dwarves will never forget your help."

"Quack! You'd better remember Lord Grezzik's contributions! Dwarf! Quack!"

Gretzky was not at all modest and puffed out his chest with pride.

"The Crowmen also dislike the Horde, so he's working with us now,"

Alvin said, "If everything goes well, we will catch up with Ner'zhul here and solve this problem!"

"Ha! That sounds exciting! What are our plans?"

Alvin spread his hands and said, "Go in and kill anyone you see."

"Hahahaha! This is exactly the dwarfs' favorite plan! I can't wait to bring back the orcs' heads on sticks! Turalyon will be shocked!"

Kurdlan said as he laughed out loud and high-fived Danas who also laughed out loud.

Green Shadow suddenly said, "There are a lot of people ahead, they're almost there!"

Alvin nodded, and everyone stopped joking. The road had come to an end. Alvin was the first to enter another corridor. After walking a little further, he came to a wide stone door. Strange green runes were lit on the door, and the sound of orcs chanting could be heard from inside the door.

"This is it! The magical elements inside are like a tsunami!" Alvin touched the door, feeling the magic surge inside. "It might be locked. Can you open it?"

"Let me do it!" Yrel said, raising his hammer.

"And me!" Kurdran said with a smile, "Let your old dwarf play a role!"

No one objected to him, after all, he had been holding it in for a long time.

Everyone covered their ears and watched as Iriel and Kurdlan looked at each other, counted down three times, and simultaneously swung their hammers at the stone door.

Sparks burst out along with the roar of thunder, and the two men even had their knuckles broken by the recoil force. The stone door began to crack from top to bottom, and after a while, dust and debris began to fall off, and then the stone door shattered into pieces.

A long corridor appeared in front of everyone, and in the front left of the road was a circular hall.

Some orc warlocks wearing blue robes were kneeling in groups of three in the corridor, kneeling towards the hall at the end.

The warlock who had left earlier stood in the front of all the orc warlocks, with his back to the crowd and his hands raised high, as if performing some ritual.

The orcs turned around in surprise, as if they couldn't believe that the Alliance could rush in so quickly.

"Orcs! Your doom has come!"

Kurdran roared and rushed in first, brandishing his warhammer. Danas was afraid that Kurdran would suffer, so he quickly followed.

After the initial chaos, the orcs quickly organized a counterattack. Alvin no longer held back. He was worried that the orcs were performing a strange summoning ritual. If they actually summoned the Air Lord Murmur, that would be disastrous. The explosion caused by the previous summoning destroyed Auchindoun and created the Bone Wasteland. He didn't want his bones to be scattered across that wasteland.

The battlefield is not an arena. There is no so-called skill exchange first and then counter attack. Everyone just concentrates their firepower and uses their maximum firepower to quickly kill the enemy and cause casualties in a short period of time.

Although the orcs were numerous and powerful, the tribe was unable to take advantage of their numbers in the long corridor. The only ones who could face Alvin and his men were the few in front.

But Alvin's side were all elite personnel, and the Green Shadow turned into a giant bear, advancing and sweeping like a locomotive. Iriel and the others followed behind to finish off the enemies and hunt down any fish that had escaped the net.

Alvin and Caponia threw all kinds of terrifying magic at the tribesmen from behind. For a moment, the orcs were defeated and were quickly broken through by Alvin and his men.

"Orc!! I'm here for revenge! I will return to you all the pain you inflicted on me!"

Kurdlan shouted loudly towards the front, trying to attract the attention of the orc in front.

The dwarf's loud voice worked, and the orc slowly turned around with no expression on his face, as if he didn't care about the situation at all.

He raised his staff and began to chant a spell. The orcs all looked terrified, and Danas saw it all.

"What is he doing? Why are his men so scared?"

Alvin shook his head. No one knew what strange magic the orc warlock would perform.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew in the corridor, and on both sides, a dark space-time singularity appeared at intervals. The singularity attracted the surrounding air, like a passage to another dimension, sucking everything into it.

The orcs gave up resistance and all knelt on the ground and began to pray, which made it impossible for Yriel to bring down his raised hammer.

"How is this going?"

The suction of the singularity became stronger and stronger, and it actually sucked over an orc who was not far away. The orc didn't even make a scream before he was instantly shattered and sucked into the singularity.

Everyone was stunned by the horrifying scene; even Alvin swallowed his saliva.

What kind of magic did this orc warlock use? Why did he kill his own people?

Just when Alvin was wondering, the singularity suddenly grew larger, forming a spiral door, and a large and burly dark creature emerged from it.