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

Alvin laughed wildly and reached out to touch the mural on the side of the corridor.

"You did trick me into thinking I was trapped in this tower by you."

As he spoke, he stroked the mural and moved slowly forward.

"You've reproduced everything I can see on the outside: my clothes, my feelings, even my thought patterns. Everything in this space is just like the real world, but you've overlooked one thing."

Alvin laughed,

"You don't know what I carry in my pockets, so you can't replicate what's in my pockets."

"And what's in my pocket?"

Alvin deliberately dragged out the tone to pique the other party's interest.

He slowly put his hand into his chest.

"I remember there was a big, fragrant roasted chicken leg in my arms!"

He feigned surprise and fumbled around in his arms, "Oh, why is my roasted chicken leg gone?"

As a result, the next second,

He actually felt a roasted chicken leg in his arms!

Alvin took the roasted chicken leg out of his arms.

Wow, hot, fragrant, roasted till golden brown, with oil dripping from it...

"Mmm, this chicken leg smells really good, that's right. But, how can I just have roasted chicken legs? I also have a bottle of Queen Azshara's favorite wine in my arms!"

As Alvin spoke, he continued to feel into his arms, and sure enough, he took out a huge wine bottle from his small pocket.

Alvin shook the bottle, and with a "bang", the cork opened, and a strong aroma of wine filled his nose.

"Wow, even though I don't know much about wine, I can smell it. This must be good wine! Queen Azshara is so lucky. She has both good wine and good meat. She lives a very comfortable life!"

He suddenly thought of something, chuckled, and rolled his eyes.

"Well, of course, with all the good food and wine, how can we miss the company of beautiful women..."

As if making a wish, Alvin raised the roasted chicken leg and the bottle of wine to the sky and shouted,

"Shenlong, I have a super realistic life-size detachable figure of Queen Azshara in my pocket!!!"

Then he reached into his pocket with his excited little hands...

The highly anticipated ultra-realistic, life-size, detachable Queen Azshara figure didn't show up...

"Eh? Why isn't it working?"

Alvin seemed surprised.

"This isn't right! Everything that should be in my pockets is gone... What does that mean?"

He pretended to understand something.

“Ohhhhhhh!!! It turns out this space is fake!!! It’s all an illusion!!!”

He shook the chicken leg in his hand and took a big bite.

"Hmm, this doesn't taste right either. Mine is Orleans roasted chicken thighs, and that doesn't taste right either... What does that mean?"

"You can only replicate what you know!"

Alvin laughed out loud.

"You're an old girl who lived thousands of years ago, so naturally you don't know the most popular flavor of roasted chicken legs nowadays!"

Amid Alvin's laughter,

The chicken leg and wine bottle in his hands suddenly disappeared out of thin air in an instant.

"Oh? Are you so angry? Did you take away all my wine and food?"

He smiled and wiped his hands, only to find that they were clean, without even a trace of grease, as if he had not touched the chicken leg at all.

"In that case, it seems that I, a guest, am not very welcome to the host. Why not let me go? Let's both take a step back. You let me out, and I will find my two friends and leave on my own."

Alvin waited a moment, but nothing changed.

"Alas, the host is too perverted. He insisted on keeping the guest even though he wanted to leave... Then don't blame me for being such an unpleasant guest..."

As Alvin spoke, shadow energy began to gather in his hands, but soon, the shadow magic that had not yet gathered together dissipated again.

"Huh? It seems that within your space, even if I want to use magic, it depends on your mood!"

He waved his hand,

"But if you think a priest is helpless without magic, you're totally wrong."

"Cough cough cough..."

Alvin cleared his throat and posed in a horse-riding crouch position facing the mural.

He took a deep breath, then gathered his strength in his dantian, and felt a surge of power rising from the ground.

He raised his neck and face, and used the root of his tongue to push hard.

"Drink... Ugh!"

A mouthful of spit spurted out of Alvin's mouth, landing on the beautiful face of the proud high elf in the mural...

The whole world is quiet,

Even for a fictional world, this silence is too terrifying.

Alvin remained in his crouched position, the only thing that changed was the spit that slowly flowed down the high elf's face...

“Aa ...

A piercing scream rang out, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. The scream echoed throughout the tower, but it didn't sound empty. Instead, it felt like it was right next to Alvin's ears, shocking him so much that he quickly covered his ears with his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the entire tower began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That's right, it melts, not breaks.

Everything around Alvin twisted and softened like a candle melting in the heat, and finally flowed all over the ground like sticky pus.

After a moment, the entire space had become blank.

The tower, railings, murals, and the scenery inside the ruins outside the tower have all disappeared, and Alvin is completely surrounded by empty pure white.

The waxy substance flowing on the ground twisted and gathered in front of Alvin.

The wax seemed to be attracted by some force and gradually gathered together.

Then, it continued to flow upwards in a manner that defied gravity, and was actually higher than Alvin.

Then, the wax swayed like a vine in the wind,

The painting style is quite similar to the Mercury robot in "Terminator 2", which gradually turns into the appearance of a high elf.

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah!"

The wax opened its unformed bloody maw and uttered a voice that sounded like bubbling from corrupted mucus: "Damn you priest!!! How dare you tread upon my territory!!! And spit in my noble face... Such insults will make you regret being born into this world!!!"

The sound gradually became clearly audible from being indistinguishable, because the high elf formed by the wax figure had gradually taken shape and turned into a real elf beauty!

The woman had gray hair and the same long ears that stood up high. Her face was obviously much whiter than that of the current night elves, especially the edges of her eyes. With the deep red eyeshadow, she looked full of charm and domineering feeling, and she also had a strange fragrance on her body.

Alvin sniffed it, then pretended to pinch his nose with his hands.

"Well, perfume and makeup like this are just vulgar!"

He said, waving his hands to clear the air around him.

"Looks like I was hooked the moment I smelled that scent just now. I was saying it, how could Shandris, a Sentinel General, wear such a tacky perfume!"

Alvin didn't care about the distorted expression of anger on the face of the high elf ghost in front of him, and mocked her mercilessly.

"Don't you see how old you are? You must have lived for thousands of years when you were alive, and you must have lived for thousands of years after you die. It's been so long, and you're still pretending to be young. Aren't you ashamed?"