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

"Let me try."

Shandris's dagger was already hanging above Linus's trembling throat, and the blade reflected the reluctance in the Sentinel General's pupils.

Alvin suddenly stepped between the two of them and reached out to hold Shandris's sword hand.

"It's not the time to go to the end yet."

"Is there anything else you can do? Can't you see that Linus has gone crazy?"

"I once learned a magic trick that I've been using for a long time. It's called—Great Memory Restoration..."

"What kind of weird magic is this? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Don't worry about it, let me try."

Before the pastor finished speaking, a golden light suddenly burst out from his right hand, illuminating the entire room.

Before the night elves could react, a slap filled with divine energy had already landed hard on Linus' face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap startled everyone in the room.

Linus stood frozen in place with her neck tilted, a trickle of black blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, evaporating into a foul-smelling mist in the holy light.

Shandris's long ears trembled violently, and the tip of the dagger subconsciously turned towards the human priest's Adam's apple.

"I thought your so-called Great Memory Restoration Technique was some kind of cleansing technique..."

Her voice was like frozen spring water condensing into frost on the rock wall,

"You are actually humiliating the Kaldorei warriors in public? Are you looking down on me?!"

Alvin's right hand, raised suddenly, burst out with light like the scorching sun, and even the Naaru Beacon on his back seemed to be affected and emitted light.

"Listen to me! This is a high-level purification technique I developed myself!"

He suddenly pulled aside Linus's silver hair soaked with cold sweat, revealing his face covered with purple bloodshot. "If you don't believe me, just look—"

The night elf's originally distorted facial features suddenly froze, and a sound like a drowning person's choking cough came from his throat.

Shandris and the two priestesses gasped at the same time—the black veins wriggling under Linus's skin retreated behind his ears like the receding tide.

"This healing effect requires continuous casting."

The golden light dancing in the priest's palm illuminated the sweat on the tip of his nose.

"Get out of the way, I'll hit you a few more times..."

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Lorthalin's pointed ears stretched back. "By Elune!"

Her forehead guard inlaid with moon pattern glowed faintly.

"Such a violent treatment method... reminds me of the scene where a tauren warrior delivered a kodo beast..."

“That’s an interesting metaphor.”

Alvin suddenly turned around and smiled.

The glowing right hand drew semicircles in the air and slapped poor Linus in the face.

"Three minutes! Turn your backs and count one hundred and eighty—"

Roseline wanted to reach out and grab Alvin, but when she thought about how she was almost killed by Linus just now, her outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

Since there is no other way, why not give Alvin a chance?

"Stop! Rosaline!"

Shandris whispered,

"Let him try!"

Soon, when the slap wrapped in golden light exploded again, a light-cast palm print appeared on Linus' cheek, and two balls of asphalt-like substance shot out from her nostrils, and were burned into green smoke by the holy light before hitting the ground.

"Don't... stop fighting... General Yuyue..."

Linus's moan was weak but clear. She tried to turn her head away but the human in front of her was holding her too tightly.

"Stop!"

Shandris spun around and knocked Alvin away, knocking the priest off balance. If Alvin hadn't been caught by Akalitrassa's quick eyesight, he would have fallen.

“Linus?”

Shandris's trembling fingers brushed against the swollen cheekbones of her subordinates, the calluses of millennia of battle caressing the fading lines of corrosion.

"The morning dew has finally cleansed your eyes..."

"Actually, it was my slap..."

Alvin thought to himself, rubbing his lower back and pushing himself up.

Shandris turned back to look at him, her eyes becoming somewhat complicated.

"Hello!"

"Um?"

When the pastor looked up, a beam of early morning sunlight was shining through the crack in the window and falling between the two of them.

Shandris and the two priests untied Linus and said,

"Although your divine ritual... is very strange,"

She paused. "—but I have to admit it does work."

"Thank you for saving my men."

Linus leaned against the headboard of the bed, panting, the sunlight caressing the new lavender wrinkles on her face.

"General..." Her trembling fingers stroked the black scar on her left shoulder that had not yet faded.

"The Twilight Cultists of Ashenvale... used the Shadow Moon Blade to split my shoulder at the Moonfall Altar, planting a seed of darkness."

Alvin noticed that Shandris's hands suddenly clenched, it seemed that she really valued her subordinates.

“Remember the Morning Star and the Night Dew?”

Shandris nodded. "How are they? Have they already..."

Tears welled up in Linus' eyes and he nodded through gritted teeth.

"They used their bodies to block me... We were ambushed by the cultists while tracking them. Chenxing and Yelu died in front of me..."

The night elf's pupils began to dilate uncontrollably until the holy light in Alvin's palm enveloped her forehead.

The priest's holy light calmed Linus down again. "Go on, what happened next?"

"They captured me and used a vicious spell to brainwash me, trying to make me become one of them, but I persisted. Then they took a terrible dagger and stabbed me in the shoulder. I don't know what happened after that..."

Shandris's eyes suddenly glowed with emerald light—a sign of the Sentinel General's wrath.

“Where did the maggots take you?”

"We tracked the Corruptors to some distance north of Astranaar..."

Linus tilted his head and thought carefully.

"We were so careless, believing ourselves to be familiar with this forest, that we were ambushed by them."

"These enemies are a race we've never seen before! They're big and strong, shorter than us, but incredibly powerful. They're green in color and can wield terrifying magic... They even have a leader, a terrifying creature with two heads!"

Linus seemed to recall a terrible memory, and her body began to tremble involuntarily as she spoke...

"When our arrows pierced the throat of the fourth believer, Morning Star and Night Dew were struck by the magic of the two-headed monster..."

Shandris frowned. It was obvious that she had never seen the creature Linus was talking about.

"And then? Where were you taken after being captured?"

"I don't know... I was wearing a hood when I moved... but..."

Linus suddenly said, "It seems that I hear the sound of the sea!"

"The coast north of Ashenvale!"

Shandris and Alvin blurted out at the same time!

"Those green-skinned creatures Linus was talking about are the orcs who invaded our world before!"

Seeing that the Kaldorei didn't know about orcs, Alvin took the initiative to introduce them.

"The orcs on the eastern continent have been defeated. We even formed an expeditionary force and went to Draenor, the orcs' homeworld, to completely wipe them out."

"Those you encountered were the ones who broke away from the main Horde force at the end of the war. They are all sorcerers, and are extremely powerful and dangerous opponents!"

"That two-headed monster is called an ogre, and his name is—Gurgall."