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

Alvin felt a chill soaking into the ice-water mixture.

I was running at full speed just now, but now I stop and realize that the temperature around me has dropped so low that water can freeze into ice.

The hot breath that came out of his mouth turned into white mist as soon as it touched the air.

Even the flowers held by the proud high elf lady in the painting were visibly covered in ice crystals, emitting a familiar fragrance.

When did you get infected?

What happened to Shandris and Akalitrassa?

Alvin didn't show any big reaction on the surface, but he was actually very panicked.

If the enemy attacks you openly, the worst that can happen is that you just have a fight. Win is win, lose is lose.

What I fear most is the enemy in the dark.

But don't let yourself die without knowing who your enemy is until the very end. That would be a truly unjust death, and you wouldn't even be able to explain why you died when you get to Shadow Street.

"I don't know who you are, but I don't think this kind of magic is from those Twilight Cultists. Although the magic of those orc remnants is also very strange, most of them are still based on the warlock's summoning or shadow spells."

Alvin exclaimed loudly, as if he had already seen where the enemy was.

"But what I want to say is that I have no intention of becoming your enemy. My goal is to hunt down those Twilight Cultists. I know they've been here before, and I presume they've succeeded and taken away some kind of relic."

As Alvin spoke, he walked slowly along the corridor. When he reached the end of the corridor and turned right to enter the next corridor, he clearly saw a coin that he had just secretly thrown on the left side of the corridor.

It seems to be the same as I guessed.

If you just walk forward, you will still return to this corridor.

It's like someone copied and pasted this section of corridor to form a U-shaped tower.

"I have to say, this magic is really powerful. I don't even know when I was struck. I think anyone who can perform such interesting magic must be an elegant magician, right?"

Alvin continued speaking. Since the enemy was unwilling to come out, he had to seduce him.

As long as he appeared, Alvin was sure to kill him with the instant holy fire.

"I guess you've already treated me like a hamster in a cage, right? But don't be too happy, I haven't given up yet."

When Alvin saw the enemy, he kept silent, clearly wanting to see him trapped here to death.

There was sweat on his head.

"Can you trap me like this?"

As Alvin spoke, he suddenly supported himself on the cold railing with his hands, and with a beautiful jump, he jumped out of the corridor and out of the tower, and fell directly down.

Of course, Alvin didn't jump off the building and commit suicide because he couldn't figure it out.

Since the horizontal space can no longer be broken through, what about the vertical space?

Alvin cast a levitation spell on himself. If he could float away like that, he would have escaped completely. He had to find Shandris and Akali first and get out of this damn place.

But soon, he realized that something seemed wrong.

I was slowly falling down from the edge of the tower, but I didn't see any sign of getting closer to the ground.

Alvin floated in the air for nearly five minutes, and he was still a long distance from the ground!

The tower behind him was rising up and away from him layer by layer.

And every floor has the same silver railings and the same high elf murals...

Alvin's heart seemed to be falling, sinking into a deep valley.

He controlled his direction and slowly floated back to a certain floor of the tower.

According to the speed of descent just now, it has landed at least more than a hundred floors.

Alvin had just stood still when everything he saw made him feel even worse.

The coin he had thrown there as a mark just lay there quietly, and the high elf woman on the mural still had that arrogant expression, but in Alvin's opinion, that girl seemed to be laughing at him.

What should we do now?

Alvin's brain was spinning rapidly. Not only was the parallel space restricted here, but the space above and below was also restricted.

If I continue like this, I will be trapped in this city of trouble and will really suffocate to death here.

"I never thought that after roaming the world of Azeroth for so long, I, Alvin, would end up here today."

Alvin smiled bitterly.

"I admit, you really have me trapped. If I say I surrender, can you let me out?"

As he spoke, he was thinking of a solution.

"Actually, my home is in the Eastern Continent, which is quite far from here. I really miss my wives who are not yet married. If I were gone, I'm afraid they would cry their hearts out."

Usually at times like this, there will always be a surprise warrior coming to the rescue, or the protagonist will use a cheat code to break the deadlock, right?

Alvin thought to himself that his golden finger might be useless.

But rescue from heaven...is something we can consider.

As he spoke, he was trying to relieve his own pressure and paralyze the enemy at the same time.

If the enemy reveals a flaw, even for a moment, you still have a chance of survival.

Alvin slowly reached into his robe.

It is impossible to expect reinforcements from heaven, but he still has an ace in the hole - Miss Salatas who lives in the dagger.

Remember that she seemed to have that weird magic that allowed her to enter a portal and come out from another place?

Just ask him to help you out of this predicament.

But when Alvin touched his chest with his hand, his body suddenly turned cold.

The dagger is missing!

Cold sweat the size of soybeans started to fall.

Alvin felt his entire back was soaked with cold sweat.

How can it be? !

The Blade of the Dark Empire has been with me since I started this journey.

The image of the impatient Quel'dorei girl appeared in Alvin's mind.

How could Sartharion suddenly disappear?

Countless speculations surged in Alvin's mind. He remembered the legends about Sartharion, one of which made his scalp tingle.

It is said that Xal'atath chooses his own master.

She once fell into the hands of a troll wizard. While helping the wizard gain power and status, Xal'atath left him.

Later, she became the property of the Dark Iron Queen Modgud. Sartharion gave Modgud enormous energy, and that guy even used his terrifying magic to pollute the entire Grim Batol.

But Sartharion suddenly left her, and the powerless Queen was killed by Khadros Wildhammer on the battlefield among thousands of troops.

This Sartharion has always been a lady with unstable moods, and no one knows what she is planning.

Those who have seen her are dead, and those who have not seen her may never see her.

She is like a queen in the shadows, who can manipulate her owner at will with just a flick of her finger.

She did have herself played "in the palm of her hand", but in another way.

He shouted Xal'atath's name in his heart.

But there was no response, as if she had never existed.

Alvin sighed.

Could it be that Salaras felt that he was doomed this time, so he chose to leave like before?

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”

Alvin laughed wildly, like a madman out of control. His laughter became louder and louder, until he couldn't breathe. He sat in the corridor, holding his stomach and wiping his tears while laughing.

It's like everyone has gone crazy.

Finally, he managed to stop smiling.

"I understand what's going on. It's so simple... If you don't undo the magic, I'm going to fight it myself."