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

"What kind of strange magic is this?"

Cordelia crossed her arms, holding the trident staff in her arms, and looked at the people in front of her who were busy setting up the magic circle with confusion.

"It's a ritual to awaken the dead."

As Alvin drew a magic circle on the ground, he said, "Don't you think it's a bit out of place? A priest like me is actually doing this kind of thing."

"I'm used to it. I've known for a long time that you're not a serious pastor."

Cordelia pointed at the magic circle Alvin had just drawn and said, "Hey, is there something wrong there? This magic circle should be derived from the spirit summoning ritual."

"what?"

Alvin raised his head and discussed it with Quelindra for a long time before patting his head.

"Damn, I'm really wrong! How did you know?"

"..."

Cordelia said speechlessly, "After all, I am also close to Queen Azshara. Aren't these just basic operations?"

"Great!"

Alvin jumped three feet high, put his hands on Cordelia's shoulders,

"Dear Cody, can you do me a favor? You know I'm not good at these wizard things. I was just saying that it would be better if Calpurnia was here. Since you understand this, can you help me take charge of the magic circle?"

"Why should I..."

"Kiddy! I solemnly ask you!"

"..."

"Okay, okay, stop shaking. I'm almost dizzy! Bring it here."

Cordelia took Quelindra's notes and looked at them, and quickly understood what was going on.

"Yeah, I see. That's what I just said. I see."

Closing the notebook, Cordelia quickly completed the magic circle based on her memory, so fast that everyone present was stunned.

"You're kidding, so soon?"

"Believe it or not, I'm just sitting here teasing you."

Cordelia raised her foot to disrupt the magic circle. "If you don't believe me, I'll destroy this thing!"

"No, no!"

Alvin hurriedly grabbed Cordelia's hand.

"Believe me, believe me! I'm just kidding."

......

With Cordelia's skillful and focused assistance,

The complicated ritual preparations that required precise energy guidance were completed much faster than expected.

Alvin stood in front of the magic circle, feeling a little nervous. He could even hear his heart beating heavily in his chest.

He silently recited the ancient spell he learned from Lindra in his mind for the last time. After confirming that it was foolproof, he greeted everyone.

"The ceremony begins."

He solemnly placed his staff of the Holy Light Beacon, which temporarily housed Farah Starwish, and the moonstone that emitted warm moonlight, side by side at the center of the magic circle where mithril lines and glowing runes were intertwined.

The moment the staff touched the ground, the small Naaru on the top of the staff seemed to be awakened from its sleeping star, emitting a low humming sound, which created a subtle resonance with the entire magic circle.

Alvin began to chant.

His voice was low and steady at first, and each word was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, creating visible, light blue ripples in the void.

As the tempo of the spell quickened, the magic circle itself was fully activated!

The mithril lines engraved on the floor suddenly burst out with a deep, pure indigo light, like a flowing liquid galaxy, rushing and spinning along complex geometric patterns.

The entire hall was shrouded in this faint blue light, and the walls and dome seemed to be immersed in the deep sea.

Immediately afterwards, the Holy Light Beacon also responded and began to emit a faint light.

That was not the blazing golden light it usually displayed, but a stream of azure light that also originated from the divine source, but was clearer. It was like a drawn spring, gurgling and overflowing, gently but firmly merging into the rushing indigo river of light in the center of the magic circle.

At this moment, the moonstone at the core of the magic circle also lit up.

It was no longer smooth and warm milky white. Its interior seemed to be ignited, suddenly bursting out with a pale blue light as clear as a cold spring and as pure as the core of a glacier.

This green light is not as surging as the blue light, but like a living mist, rising in wisps and curls, carrying the quietness of the cold moon.

Three rays of light - coming from the magic circle, the beacon, and the moonstone - began to meet, collide, and blend violently above the core of the magic circle!

The scene is both magnificent and strange.

Because the rays are no longer just light, they roll, twist, and stretch like living things with substance.

Under the guidance of the spell, it condenses and shapes madly.

A vague human figure made of pure light struggled to emerge in the rolling ball of light. First, the hazy outline of the head, then the slender neck, and then the shoulders and arms... The light was like liquid mercury, or like a clay mold in the hands of an invisible sculptor, being precisely molded by an invisible force.

At this moment, Alvin's spell was almost a roar.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and all the magic power in his body was poured into this creation of light.

Just when Alvin was about to be exhausted, the rolling ball of light finally stabilized, and a clear, slim female spirit was suspended in the air.

Her body was composed of the purest flowing light, a mixture of indigo, azure and light blue, like condensed aurora, translucent, yet with a crystal-like texture, with tiny light spots like golden stardust slowly flowing inside.

The last syllable of the spell fell like a hammer striking the final note.

In an instant, all the light inside the spirit body suddenly shrank inward.

Then, on that blurry and beautiful face outlined by the light, two of the most concentrated and purest light blue spots suddenly lit up at the position of a pair of eyes!

Those were Farah's eyes.

The light is not blinding,

But with a clarity that penetrated the soul and a hint of nascent confusion, he stared quietly and with incomparable weight at Alvin below who was exhausted and gasping for breath.

"Holy crap! I'm alive again?"

After a short period of confusion, Farah quickly regained consciousness.

"Ahem, to be precise, you're actually just a ghost, not alive."

"Me! Eh? Why are there so many people? Who is this strange snake man?"

Farah floated down. She had seen everyone around Alvin except Naga.

Alvin suddenly realized that Farah had been wandering around the same place since her death and probably had never seen a Naga, so she mistook Cordelia for a snake person...

"Ghost, open your eyes and look carefully at who I am! If you dare to talk nonsense again, I don't mind killing you again!"

"Haha, you're so arrogant! It seems you don't know how powerful I, Farah Starwish, am. If you're brave enough, come and fight me for three hundred rounds!"

"Of course I know about Farah Starwish. He once burned down the laboratory given by the Queen and turned himself into a sheep for a week. Oh, and it seems that he offended too many people because he was not sociable. In the end, he was sent out by the Queen to investigate ancient ruins. I heard that he never returned to Suramar until his death..."

Cordelia smiled faintly and began to tell Farah's dark history.

"!"

The smile on Farah's face froze instantly.

"Who are you? How do you know so much about me?"

She floated down and circled around Naga.

"Could it be that you are..."

Cordelia raised her neck proudly.

"The poisonous snake has become a spirit?"