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

Chapter 489: Terrifying Sacrifice Magic

There was a reason why Alvin made such a guess.

Because in his impression, there seemed to be a big turtle boss in the dark abyss, followed by many small turtles.

Could it be that the turtles that originally lived in the underwater caves were killed by the orc warlocks who arrived earlier?

But he didn't remain confused for too long, because they soon found out the truth.

The sole of Alvin's boot crushed a shell, and the crisp cracking sound caused ripples in the damp cave.

The cave walls, shrouded in holy light, were covered with fluorescent moss. The faint blue spots were reflected on everyone's faces by the waves, as if they were in the wriggling stomach of some giant beast.

“This is not right.”

Quelindra suddenly stopped and covered her nose with her hands.

"Don't you smell it? The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger!"

Alvin twitched his nose. To be honest, he didn't smell anything except the fishy smell in the cave.

He always attributed the smell to the constant dripping of water from the cave ceiling.

After all, those rotten water drops mixed with the smell of the sea were dripping from above my head.

Suddenly, some sticky liquid fell on Shandris's braid. When she reached out to touch it, she saw black blood on her fingertips.

"Oh my god, Alvin, look up."

The first wail rent the damp air,

That was indeed the fishman's signature "quack" roar, but it sounded like a cry for help as if his internal organs had been ripped out.

Alvin activated the power of holy light, illuminating the upper part of the cave.

The strange scene before them made them feel suffocated and breathless - on the top of the cave covered with stalactites,

The remains of countless murlocs hung in it like dried anglerfish.

The outermost murlocs were probably already dead. They lay motionless, their blood dried up, and strange-looking tube worms were already building nests in their empty eye sockets...

The fishman near the back was still twitching, with dark blue intestines hanging from his opened abdominal cavity, swaying above everyone's heads with the dripping blood.

“Holy Light!”

Alvin raised the Naaru Beacon high, and a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded.

Under the illumination of the sacred flame, the full picture of horror finally emerged - the black wounds on the bodies of those fishmen showed that these guys' opponents were not ordinary people.

The purple mycelium growing in the wound was greedily sucking life out of it. This kind of fungus mat Alvin had seen before.

It appeared there when exploring Storm Fortress in Outland.

At that time, Green Shadow once said that these fungal mats were the work of the demons of the Burning Legion.

"It's the devil,"

Shandris's brow furrowed.

"It's not an ordinary hellhound or demon guard. I'm afraid it's at least at the level of a demon lord. Could it be that the Burning Legion has returned?"

"Probably not,"

Alvin shook his head.

"The demons you encountered earlier were summoned from the Twisting Nether by some orcs called Warlocks."

"They themselves use shadow magic, and they also have a strange summoning technique. They can use some kind of medium to summon demons from the Twisting Nether to our world. Then, through enslavement or bribery, they make those demons obey the commands of the orc warlocks."

"I have fought them more than once. Warlocks are all cruel and cunning."

Quelindra raised her spear, stood on tiptoe and poked the nearest corpse, and the shroud-like gills suddenly spurted out black pus.

"what!"

She screamed and jumped back, her hind legs slipping on the mussel-covered rocks and she almost fell.

"These murlocs are rotten to the core! What kind of evil spell is this?"

As if responding to her judgment,

This caused a "corpse" hanging nearby to suddenly convulse violently!

The fishman seemed to be a spellcaster, with his coral staff directly inserted into his chest.

The festering webbed claws twitched involuntarily.

When Alvin looked closely, he found that the guy's internal organs had rotted into a pool of black mucus, which was dripping down the staff on his wound. His twitching was just some nerves in his body still moving.

“This is not just a massacre.”

Alvin thought about it carefully. Although the orcs were cruel, they would never waste time on such boring things.

He activated his sacred magic to erect a "Mantra Barrier" around everyone's bodies, blocking the dripping slime from outside.

"This should be the orcs' summoning ritual. These murlocs are simply unfortunate enough to become their sacrifices. By sacrificing the lives of hundreds of murlocs, their suffering is used to summon some powerful demon."

Alvin looked at Shandris. "I'm afraid it's the demon lord-level monster you mentioned."

"Brother Alvin, be careful!"

Akalitraza's warning interrupted his analysis.

The body of a fishman hanging above his head has been severely corroded and can no longer bear his own weight.

The creature, which was less than an arm's length, fell straight down and exploded into a bloody mist as soon as it touched the ground. The fungal carpet on the ground suddenly lit up with an evil phosphorescent light.

"Everyone, stay back!"

Alvin immediately stabilized the holy light shield of "Power Word: Barrier", and the splattered corrupt blood burned green smoke on the golden barrier.

Under their feet, the mycelium was also burned by the sacred flame. The fungal blanket retreated as if it had life, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"This is simply a giant sacrificial array built with living murlocs!"

Shandris's voice trembled slightly. Even though she was a Sentinel General who had fought for nearly ten thousand years,

Although he had experienced all kinds of bloody storms, he had never seen such a strange scene.

Their voices eventually reached the dark depths of the cave. Even though Alvin didn't want to make such a big noise, the bodies of the murlocs had already begun to fall uncontrollably one by one.

There was no other way at this time, so Alvin shouted, "Everyone, run forward! Hide behind my barrier!"

Everyone started moving forward quickly, and the noise became even louder.

Sure enough, just as they were struggling to move forward, there was a sudden crisp sound of chains breaking in front of them, as if some huge monster was stirring up the water waves.

Shantis had already put the arrow on the bowstring. The noise ahead was so loud that it was even more deafening in this deep sea cave. Since all the signs indicated that there might be a very unusual enemy ahead, now there was no choice but to move forward bravely.

"Run faster, Alvin! Get away from these damn hanged men!"

She urged him on and quickened her pace, but Alvin was already out of breath.

It was not an easy task for him to run while concentrating his magic power to maintain the "Mantra Barrier".

As a result, Shantis urged him on, making him even more anxious. He slowed down after just a few steps.

"I, I, can't breathe, I can't breathe..."

"I'm good at sprinting... No, not long-distance running..."

"Human, endurance is very poor, it may be kidney deficiency..."

Quilindra, the little deer who had been accompanying Alvin all the way, was speaking while taking notes in a small notebook.

Alvin was speechless for a while.

"It's already this late... and you're still..."

But before Alvin could finish,

Quilindra had already put the book back into her pocket.