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

The humming sound of the energy core echoed in the passage.

The corridor before everyone's eyes was undergoing strange changes with the flow of energy.

The magic crystals embedded in the curved dome lit up one by one, and the faint blue light flowed on the metal wall engraved with the star map.

The Draenei reliefs that were covered by fungal mats have been exposed to the light of day again - warriors holding warhammers and priests holding crystals are looming in the light and shadow.

Yrel touched one of the reliefs and exclaimed in amazement, "These relics... they're even more exquisite than those in Auchindoun! Perhaps they were the ones my ancestors rode when they arrived in this world."

“Look at these corrosion marks.”

The green shadow gently stepped on the residue left on the ground. The purple-black fungal carpet that had previously covered the passage was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Where there is light, it’s harder for these evil tricks to work.”

When they returned to the central hall, they found that the lights there were also on.

But Alvin made a discovery that disturbed everyone.

The giant insect egg hanging in the dome has split into three parts!

It's empty inside!

Alvin took a sharp breath.

"The thing inside has hatched...Everyone, keep your voices down..."

Everyone looked up at the ceiling following his gaze.

I found that the translucent egg membrane was hanging down like a torn fishing net, and the sticky amber liquid was flowing along the grooves of the floor.

The Draenei corpses that were previously hanging in the air fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

"Holy Light..."

Beastmaster Rexxar used the handle of his axe to pry open the breastplate of a corpse and saw the fatal wound on the Draenei's body.

Alvin whispered, "Check their wounds and see how they died."

Rexxar squatted beside the corpse, examining it carefully from left to right, with a strange expression on his face.

"There are sword wounds and blunt force injuries. There are wounds on the chest, back, and all over the body!"

"Look here, his breastplate has been shattered by the hammer! And look at this, the way this man died is simply like encountering the most brutal enemy. But the weapons that caused the wounds... are these in their hands..."

After hearing what Rexxar said, Irel also felt very strange. He squatted down and picked up a warhammer and a two-handed sword, and compared them with the ones on the corpse. As Rexxar said, these people died at the hands of his own weapons!

"Could it be that... these Draenei... killed themselves?!"

Yrel's face turned pale. She couldn't understand why the Draenei, who were always kind and upright, would kill each other?

Elwyn took Yrel's cold hand and comforted the Draenei girl.

"Perhaps it's what hatched from the chrysalis."

Alvin whispered, "I know a kind of insect-man. They're good at manipulating people's minds. Unlike my mind control, their magic is to brainwash their enemies and turn them into their minions!"

He paused and looked at the green shadow.

"Green Shadow, you should know this kind of insect man, right?"

Green Shadow's expression changed suddenly, and Kaldorei frowned, as if recalling some terrible memory.

After a long while, he finally nodded slightly.

"The Qiraji... I participated in the Battle of the Quicksands. There was indeed a type of those insectoids that could brainwash people. Now that you mention it, I remember it. It was a truly horrible memory."

The voices of Alvin and Green Shadow caused the temperature in the hall to drop sharply. The energy conduits hanging from the dome suddenly burst into sparks, stretching his shadow into a twisted giant.

"So you think this chrysalis will hatch into a Qiraji?"

"It's possible, but I don't think that guy is a real Qiraji. The universe is too vast. Just like before the Dark Portal opened, we didn't know there were races like orcs in the universe. Before we came to Draenor, we didn't know about the Draenei. Maybe there are other insects in the universe who can use this kind of magic. It may be a talent they have."

Green Shadow nodded after hearing this.

Alvin continued, "No matter what, we have to be careful. Everyone needs to be vigilant. This guy might be hiding somewhere and watching us..."

The green shadow suddenly turned to the right passage and stretched out slender fingers.

"There are sounds coming from over there... a lot of noises... very chaotic..."

"Well, it is said that the cabin on the right is holding the most terrifying monsters in the universe. Now they have escaped. Let's go and get rid of these guys. We can't let them wreak havoc on our ship."

"When did this become our ship?" Green Shadow asked curiously.

"Obviously, this is a Draenei ship, but the only Draenei here is Yrel. This is Yrel's ship, but Yrel's things are mine."

Alvin said brazenly, then turned to Yrel.

"Are you right?"

"Um......"

The Draenei girl was a little shy and nodded.

The corridor trembled under everyone's feet, and screams and various sounds of fighting came from the front.

As it got closer to the right cabin, the sound became louder and louder.

Alvin held the Zal'thassar dagger, shadow energy flowing across his blade. "It sounds like a fireball exploding—it seems these newly freed guys are quite enthusiastic."

"That's great! It seems those monsters were released at the same time and started fighting each other first... Let them fight. It would be best if we kill them all. When there's only one left, we'll go up and take care of him."

As he was speaking, a sound of "Wow!!!!" came from the front.

A brown demon imp was running wildly along a sulfur trail with its burning hooves. Its deformed spine was arched like a fully drawn short bow, and every leap left a charred claw mark on the ceiling.

A magic eye floating in the air was chasing the imp, and suddenly a strange ray shot out from the eye. The indigo ray formed a death grid, covering the imp.

"uproar!!!"

The little ghost screamed as his body was cut into four burning pieces. Just as a smug look appeared in the pupils of the devil's eyes, the crisp sound of a whip breaking through the air was heard from behind.

A long thorny whip with barbs wrapped around the tentacles of the Demon Eye and slammed the large sphere to the ground.

The slender figure that emerged from the shadows made Alvin cover his mouth in surprise.

——Her violet skin glowed with the luster of mother-of-pearl, and the bat wings spread between the butterfly bones were covered with burn marks.

He was wearing revealing clothes, with only armor that barely covered his vital parts.

A lustful hum rippled through her throat as the demon bent over and licked the slime clinging to the whip.

“Ah~”

The devil's ending voice had a honey-like tremor, and her ruby-studded collar rose and fell with her laughter.

"Look, whose lost little cuties are these?"

A purple-red light emanated from her pupils, casting an ambiguous warm hue on Alvin and the others in front of her.

Alvin held the dagger across his chest.

"Ms. Succubus, you're in the way."