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

Chapter 457 The Crying Girl

&34;Take me there now!&34;

Elvin's Naaru Beacon once again emitted a dazzling holy light.

The banshee's translucent body trembled violently under the holy light.

One could even see the tight subcutaneous capillaries on her fair neck, and her tears fell to the ground like pearls from a broken string, causing a strange echo in the dead and blank world.

Alvin didn't know why a ghostly banshee could still cry, but now he was more concerned about Akalitrassa and Shandris.

He raised his staff as if to strike—

&34;Right now! Right now!&34;

The banshee let out a sharp wail, and dark blue tears slid down her smooth cheeks.

Her fingers drew dark purple runes in the air, and Alvin felt a tremor in his brain in an instant - this was a magical fluctuation that was more dizzying than teleportation.

When Alvin thought that the Banshee had deceived him again,

The space was twisted like crumpled parchment, and the surrounding scene had completely changed.

A strong aroma of food suddenly filled his nostrils, and when Alvin staggered to his feet, he found himself standing in front of a high curved wall made of bowls.

The bowls and plates were stacked to the ceiling with incredible balance, and the large bowl at the top was filled with half-solidified pork bone broth.

&34;Slurp—&34;

From behind the wall came the deafening sounds of eating.

Alvin walked around the food fortress that smelled of sauce and saw a red dragon throwing a whole honey-roasted suckling pig into its huge mouth.

She happily savored the delicious food, her tail swishing happily behind her, creating spider-web cracks on the bluestone floor.

Every time Akali swallowed, the sound was like the earth shaking before a volcano erupted.

&34;Akaritasa!&34;

Alvin kicked away the shrimp shells on the side.

&34;What the hell are you doing in this place? Stop eating!&34;

The giant red dragon raised its head from the mountain of food, its amber vertical pupils reflecting the human in front of it.

A happy smile appeared on her face, and she grasped half of the big bone with her claws covered with sauce, growling happily in her throat: "Brother Alvin! Come quickly! There are a lot of delicious food here!"

Thick honey dripped from her chin, leaving golden streaks on her scales.

"Stop eating! These are all illusions of the banshee, you are bewitched!"

Alvin slammed his palm on the greasy wooden table, causing the crab shells stacked like a tower to fall down.

Akalitrassa's dragon claws were tearing open the eighth roasted suckling pig, and the golden crispy skin made an intoxicating crackling sound between her teeth.

"Brother, how could it be an illusion?"

There was a roar like magma in her throat,

The scales dyed amber by the sauce spread out layer by layer on the neck.

"Listen to the crisp sound and smell the meaty aroma..."

Alvin turned around suddenly and stepped on the blue skirt of the banshee who was trying to sneak away.

The banshee was in mid-air like a kite with its string reeled in, unable to move forward.

She turned around with a sad face,

&34;I said...I didn't do anything but trap her here...&34;

Alvin leaned over, grabbed the banshee's chin, and turned her face to face him.

"If you make any more moves, I'll kill you! Quickly dispel this illusion!"

The banshee nodded hurriedly, her fingertips gleaming with silver magic.

&34;I, I will lift the illusion now...&34;

Just like before, she drew a magic sigil in the air with her right hand.

The entire space was suddenly filled with the sound of shattering glass. The roast goose dripping with honey, the bubbling beer, and even the greasy sheen on the corners of Akalitra's mouth, all disappeared like peeling wall paint.

In the pure white area, the little red dragon still maintained the posture of tearing the roasted pig.

When she discovered that the beloved "roast suckling pig" in her mouth had turned into the tip of her tail, her scales instantly exploded like an angry puppy.

&34;Despicable undead!&34;

The sparks she spewed out left scorch marks on the absolutely white ground.

&34;Actually use...use...&34;

The little red dragon's gradually clearing pupils caught a glimpse of the still twisting phantom debris on the ground.

"What a crude trick to use to trick a dragon!"

Alvin was both angry and amused. He looked at the tip of the little red dragon's tail that had been bitten with heartache. He wanted to use some healing spells to treat the little red dragon, but found that the magic power still could not be gathered.

"Yeah,"

Alvin laughed helplessly, "Some people have almost eaten all the scales off their tails!"

"Brother! Stop it! It's so embarrassing!"

The little red dragon turned into a young girl, squatting on the ground with his hands covering his face.

Alvin turned around.

"Now take us to Shandris!"

The banshee was much more obedient this time. Phosphorescent fire ignited on her fingers, and time and space were distorted and reorganized again amid the sharp tinnitus.

After a similar dizziness, Alvin smelled the smell of rust—the odor of blood that had soaked the earth evaporating under the scorching sun.

He opened his eyes in a hurry, but almost fell because he stepped on something round.

Fortunately, the little red dragon was quick to steady him, but when he looked down, he was shocked.

What he just stepped on was actually half a severed arm!

This is a terrifying world—

Overhead, the Abyss Portal was tearing through the sky.

In seventeen inverted dark purple whirlpools, faceless demons are falling continuously.

They frantically destroyed the magnificent elven city before them and slaughtered the night elves in it.

The whole world has turned into a sea of fire, with screams, explosions, and the roars of demons heard everywhere. It can be described as hell on earth.

The demons were killing crazily, and some giant demons even used their claws to tear open the elves' bellies and picked up the corpses on the tip of their long barbed tails.

On a burning elven tower, dying mages were using their last bit of magic to maintain the protective shield. Thousands of charred corpses were piled up outside the pale golden light curtain.

Thirty meters away, he saw a little girl trying to press her mother's broken arm back into the wound, her long blood-stained hair sticking to her swollen face.

But her mother had been dead for a long time, but the little girl still lay beside her mother's body and cried loudly.

&34;Holy Light...Where the hell have you taken us?!&34;

Alvin's Adam's apple rolled.

The banshee sighed: "This must have been the day when this city was destroyed ten thousand years ago..."

"how do you know?"

The banshee pointed at herself.

&34;This is where I was killed by a hellhound.&34;

Alvin was shocked and asked, "What about Shandris? Where did you put Shandris?"

He said as he looked around nervously.

The banshee pointed her finger at the crying little girl.

"Isn't it right there?"

"Nonsense! Shandris is an adult, how did she become a little girl?"