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

This smell is not the faint kind that only Quelindra can smell.

Alvin's nostrils were also filled with the thick smell of rust mixed with blood.

The smell is like the stench of someone pouring a bucket of solidified animal blood onto the rocks on the seashore in midsummer and exposing it to the sun!

He instinctively covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, but the disgusting smell still seeped in between his fingers. He raised his eyes and looked towards the dark altar.

The faint light shone obliquely on the dark altar.

The black giant seemed to be shedding reddish-brown blood, and even the air was filled with a translucent blood mist.

Alvin gestured to Shandris, drew a dagger from his bosom and walked towards the altar first.

Shandris calmed the fawn down, then followed closely with the little red dragon, carrying the moon blade.

The guy in the black cloak kept his arms outstretched and his head raised, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

It was not until the three of them approached that they saw the tiny blood particles above the altar slowly spinning in the air, like some kind of strange sacrificial dance.

The only sound in the entire hall was the rustling of Alvin's boots.

He lifted his foot and looked down to see a thin layer of white scale powder condensed on the obsidian floor tiles, leaving footprints as he walked.

“God of nature… You are finally here, Miracle Pastor – Mr. Alvin Priest…”

A deep and vicissitudes voice suddenly sounded,

Alvin knew that it was the person on the stage who spoke.

——Using the language of the night elves...

What does this mean?

"Master Fandral Staghelm."

Alvin's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he spoke while suppressing the strong fishy smell.

On the altar ten steps away, the guy in the black robe slowly turned around.

Alvin's breathing quickened.

It was a face covered with cracks and bloodshot...

The black-robed man took off his hood with both hands, and his long green hair fell down naturally.

Unlike his elegant long hair, the blood beads that kept dripping from his green beard looked extremely strange in the dim light.

"Archdruid... Fandral... you... you traitor!"

Shandris suppressed her inner excitement and squeezed out the name through her teeth.

Among these people, only Shandris often sees the Archdruid of Darnassus, and only she can confirm at the first time that this person is Fandral.

After getting the confirmation, Alvin was thinking about something else.

"Kerris?"

Where is that orc? Is he hiding and waiting for an opportunity to attack?

Alvin couldn't help but think so.

"You mean that filthy orc?"

The Archdruid smiled, a kind and warm smile, but considering he was covered in blood, he didn't look at all amiable.

He gently turned sideways, making way for the huge altar, and extended a hand as a "please look" gesture.

"I naturally have my uses for this guy. He's quite powerful and a qualified sacrifice."

Several people looked at the altar, and at first glance, Alvin almost vomited.

On the altar lay a dead orc, his face horrified, blood oozing from all seven orifices, his body ripped open from the middle.

A stopped heart was placed next to his body.

On the other side of the altar, there is a silver gem, a dagger, and a stone statue, which should be the three relics of Sliders Thorgus.

Although the dead guy had a horrible face, the one Alvin could go to was the orc warlock Kelris.

Alvin felt a sweetness in his throat and his stomach began to reflux acid unconsciously.

He was a veteran of many battles and had experienced the killings on the battlefield, but such a tragic death scene still made him sick.

The strong smell of blood came from here.

"Sacrifice... You killed him? Aren't you allies?"

"ally?"

Fandral's expression immediately turned grim.

"How could I possibly become an ally with such a filthy creature?!"

"He's just a stepping stone on my way forward!"

Fandral laughed again, so loudly that his crazy laughter echoed throughout the hall, and the little red dragon even covered his ears.

"traitor!"

Shandris raised her moonblade, pointed it at Fandral, and shouted, "You have betrayed the Kaldorei! You have trespassed into the ruins of the Forbidden Lands and attacked the Ancient War Tree and the tree dwellings within the forest. Now lay down your weapons and surrender! I will bring you back to Darnassus for trial!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"

The night elf raised his arm to support his forehead, making a crisp sound like a tree root breaking.

Fandral seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and laughed so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back.

He put one hand back on the altar to steady himself.

The human tissue on the altar, which had not yet dried up, was still bleeding.

Fandral didn't care at all, letting the blood leave bloody marks on his hands on the altar as he moved.

"Shandris, you are still the same naive little girl you were ten thousand years ago!"

His laughter stopped abruptly and he suddenly started beating his chest with his other hand.

"You, look at me! Am I even considered a normal person?!"

"Do you know that I died the day my son died?!"

"But, but, you can be with Lady Tyrande and Teacher Malfurion..."

"They don't have children! They don't understand my pain!!!"

Deerhelm roared,

"I once asked Teacher Malfurion if there was any way to bring the dead back to life, but that old man told me that such a thing was against the laws of nature and told me not to even think about it..."

"But I've been thinking about this for thousands of years!"

When Fandral got excited, he became very excited. The blood marks plus the purple facial marks that the night elves had made the old druid's face look extremely horrifying.

"So, you discovered through your investigation that this dark altar can resurrect people through sacrificial offerings, so you poisoned your fellow druids with Dawngrain, trapping them in a dream, and then took advantage of the opportunity to steal the three relics?"

Alvin said, "But how did you get mixed up with these orcs?"

"Hmph, that's right. Although the orcs are stupid, they are a group of chess pieces with very high execution capabilities. I am very satisfied with such chess pieces."

Fandral laughed.

"Alvin Priest, a rising star in the human kingdom. You should be able to see that I am different from my indifferent and unconcerned compatriots. I am very interested in you."

Fandral looked at Alvin with eager eyes.

"In a short period of time, you have accomplished many feats that no one before you could have imagined!"

"Your magical magic, your romantic affairs, haha, if I say I'm not interested, I must be lying to you. So I have a hunch -"

The Archdruid paused and extended an open palm towards Alvin, which was already stained with sticky black blood.

"We should be able to become good friends. I don't think I'm alone in my search for strength."

"Join me! You can have your own powerful force in this world! And I... just want to revive my son... Do you want to see an old man who lost his son die alone?"

Shandris was surprised by Fandral's proposal.

She didn't expect that the powerful archdruid Fandral Staghelm would extend an olive branch to Alvin!

Shandris looked at Alvin anxiously.

She was a little unsure whether this guy would really follow the same path as Fandral for power.

Besides, he is just a human being, so there seems to be no problem in cooperating with Fandral.

Especially this guy lowered his head, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of this matter!

"But isn't the power you want given to you by the Ancient Gods?"

Just when Shandris was about to question Alvin, the annoying guy finally spoke.

Fandral was obviously stunned, and seemed very surprised by what Alvin said.

"You also know about the Ancient Gods? Yes, that's right. This power comes from..."

"Then I'm sorry, but you may really have to live out your life alone, because I already have a lifelong partner, and she's much more pleasing to the eye than you, both in figure and appearance, and I don't like older men."

As Alvin spoke, he raised the Blade of Xal'atath the Black Empire.