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

But taking away the relics is easy, but what should we do with the current situation?

Farah obviously couldn't hold on for much longer. If she continued like this, she would be the first to die before the Moonstone was found.

“Actually, there is a solution…”

Quilindra pushed up her glasses and said, "I've read in a book about a method of controlling the undead."

Alvin was so happy that he was going crazy. He grabbed Quelindra's hand and wanted to pull it over to take a few bites.

"Quilin, you are simply the smartest deer in the world!"

"Deer?"

Quelindra frowned, "We Dryads are the daughters of Cenarius, and you actually call me a fawn?"

"Forehead......"

Shantis felt a headache.

I emphasized to Alvin for a long time before that these tree spirits are very vengeful and will always find something to cause trouble for you when they have nothing to do. Why did Alvin secretly give them nicknames?

"It's a pet name!"

Alvin rolled his eyes and patted his chest and said,

"In the Eastern Continent, we give nicknames to people we like. Actually, they're just nicknames. That's something only the closest people do!"

He pointed at Akalitrassa, "For example, I call my sister Little Red Dragon!"

"And my two wives, the elf and the coal!"

"Listen, little deer, how festive and playful!"

At the critical moment, Alvin lied without taking a breath.

Quelindra blushed and whispered, "Who is the closest person to you... I knew you were the first to be infected with the scent of the tree demon..."

"What? Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you clearly. Excuse me, could you please say it again? What should I do?"

Alvin thought Quilindra was talking about the method, so he asked quickly.

Quilindra gave him a look through her glasses.

"Hmph, you're quick to react. I'll forgive you this time, Xiaolu. This name is indeed quite nice, hehe."

Quilindra smiled and continued, "Actually, it's a book that teaches people how to deal with shadow magic. It contains a technique for sealing ghosts, which is actually about trapping the soul in a container."

"Seal? Container?"

Alvin suddenly thought of Sartharion. Could it be that she was also sealed in the dagger in this way?

"But where can I find a container now? I don't even know this spell."

"I can teach you the spells, and it's just as well that you speak Kaldorei."

Quilindra paused and pointed at Alvin's staff.

"Isn't there a ready-made container?"

"This? This works?"

Alvin laid his Holy Light Beacon flat. "This thing is made of Holy Light creatures. Are you sure it can hold a banshee? Won't it be burned to death by the Holy Light?"

"This will be more effective! The book says to use holy light to trap the undead!"

"But what exactly is the principle behind this?"

Quelindra pushed her glasses up. Her slender fingers traced the vine carvings on the staff's surface, lingering on the fragments of Muru. "Powerful holy light can control ghosts, and this crystal itself can carry the vibrations of the soul. They are both natural stabilizers of ectoplasm."

"I'll teach you the spell. This is the first time I've seen someone use it."

Alvin suddenly got stuck.

"Hasn't this spell been used before? Won't it be a problem?"

Quelindra's pointed ears instantly stood up, and her vine braids moved without wind. "You doubt me?"

"God bless you!"

Alvin hurriedly raised his hands as if to swear.

"Of course I believe you, but this is a serious matter. Is there any reliable way..."

He suddenly noticed that Quelindra was smiling in the unique way of dryads - the corners of her mouth were raised but her eyes were slightly narrowed.

The dryad's fingertips glowed with emerald light, and ancient spells flowed from her lips, each syllable causing ripples in the air.

Alvin understood that this was how the spell was pronounced.

He looked at the dying Farah and could only make up his mind to try his luck!

When the last syllable was finished, Alvin had roughly memorized it and asked Quilindra to recite it again before he was ready to start.

"Now, pour your Holy Light into the spell as you chant it."

"Remember, shroud this ghost lady with gentle holy light. She is indeed a little weak, and I'm afraid you might kill her with just a little effort..."

She suddenly leaned close to Alvin's ear and whispered, "There's something very important I need to tell you in advance. This sealing magic is unsolvable. The soul will be trapped in the container forever..."

"I'm not sure if Miss Ghost will thank you or resent you if she wakes up..."

Alvin's heart moved, and he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He had never considered this question before.

Farah, does she really want to continue existing in this world?

Shandris looked at the two people's profiles that were almost touching, and for some reason, an indescribable feeling arose in her heart.

The Sentinel General calmly walked between the two men, separating Alvin and Quelindra, and said softly, "You'd better make a decision quickly. The Banshee can't hold out for much longer."

Time is running out!

Alvin's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed all his hesitation.

"damn it!"

Alvin patted his head.

"Why think so much?! I'm just so selfish! I just want Farah to live! Damn it!"

He suddenly became angry, which scared the girls.

Without saying a word, Alvin raised his staff and began to chant the spell.

When the first syllable of the ancient Kaldorei language uttered, his Holy Light Beacon suddenly lit up.

Alvin's pupils emitted golden flames, and outside the original holy light, a layer of silver moonlight seemed to appear, wandering outside his holy light, like countless silver streams flowing upstream.

"Forest God.....is this really effective?"

Quilindra covered her mouth and looked at the scene in disbelief.

At this moment, Alvin's voice had completely changed. It didn't sound like his original voice at all. Instead, it sounded a bit old, like Malfurion Stormrage's voice. It might be because it was the Kaldorei language.

The holy light did not just flow out from his body, but poured down from the top of the staff - this was not the power an ordinary priest should have.

Farah's remaining silhouette stretched into a translucent human form in the waterfall of light.

The holy light remained and turned into a silk thread at the end, which began to weave from her torn skirt, first to her delicate body dotted with stars, and then to her legs flowing with moonlight.

When the body that was about to disappear reappeared,

Everyone present held their breath.

"Her soul was repaired by the Holy Light! Oh my God, the Holy Light repaired a ghost? I guess my parents won't believe it!" Akalitasa opened her eyes wide in surprise. Although she knew that her brother Alvin always performed miracles, she couldn't believe that two things of obviously opposite nature could be done successfully.

Alvin's chanting came to an end, and Farah's once pale blue body had turned into a light golden yellow.

But with the rhythm of the spell, Farah began to change again, gradually losing the shape of her body and turning into a ball of light!

The ball of light was suspended in the air. When the last syllable of the spell faded away, the suspended ball of light had already been firmly embedded in the Naaru fragment on the top of the staff, and the entire Holy Light Beacon emitted a strong light.

Alvin staggered, leaning on his staff. The light on the surface of the Holy Light Beacon flickered like the pulsation of a heartbeat.

He seemed to actually hear a heartbeat - not from the chest, but a subtle resonance that vibrated along the staff and in the palm of his hand.

"Fara, did you really enter the staff?"