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

Alvin had long been accustomed to Farah.

Although this guy is noisy, he is indeed a member of the Xingyuan family.

The people of the Xingyuan family seem to have an incomparable affinity for magic.

So did Calpurnia and Solanlian, and so did Farah.

Alvin clasped his hands together in front of his forehead, his tone filled with a childlike plea, "Sorry, sorry. This is an emergency. Can you help me with this? Please use your unparalleled perception to help me explore this area and search for any unusual magical residues, especially those... traces of teleportation portals."

Farah let out a long, reluctant sigh.

"Ha, since you're so pious and you're my junior... I'll help you this time!"

"But you owe me this favor!"

Her elusive figure began to move,

Moving through the camp in an almost dancing, dust-free manner.

This scene scared the bear monsters standing nearby. They thought there was a ghost in broad daylight. If it weren't for One-Eye Gao En's loud shouting, some of them would have fled back to Timbermaw Fortress.

After all, spiritual beings like ghosts still have great advantages in detection!

Because Farah could almost ignore all physical obstacles, she was able to walk straight through the tattered tents and dumped debris.

Her fingertips flickered with a faint blue light as they gently brushed across the ground, the remaining campfire ashes, the blood-stained weapons, and even the filthy garbage piles.

Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she closed her eyes and concentrated, and a cold and focused aura emanated from her body.

Farah checked extremely carefully, not leaving out any corner, although the expression of disgust on her face never disappeared, and she would occasionally whisper words such as "barbaric!", "filthy!", and "unbearable!"

Alvin and his companions waited with bated breath. Gao En didn't even dare to breathe, and pawed the ground nervously. Everyone stared at each other nervously.

After a long while, Farah floated back to Alvin.

She gracefully adjusted the hem of her nonexistent skirt, as if brushing off nonexistent dust, and then coughed to clear her throat.

"Okay, Alvin, I've carefully investigated this 'junk dump,' and my conclusion is—there's nothing here—no trace of the large-scale dark rituals or stable portals you're worried about; no residual energy fluctuations; no trace of a tear, and no blasphemous marks left behind by twisted sacrifices."

"how is this possible?"

Alvin gasped, his brows still furrowed. "Are you sure? Absolutely not?"

"Absolutely not."

Farah said affirmatively, her blue eyes flashing with professionalism.

"The remaining magic here is very... simple and crude."

"The air is filled with the embers of fire magic. It's intense and wild, like... someone has unleashed an astonishing number of fireballs, or ignited an extremely intense magical blaze."

"Fire magic?"

Green Shadow interrupted doubtfully,

"Those warlocks... back in Draenor, they loved using bombs, shadowflame, and the like. They were truly masters of fire magic."

Alvin pointed at the tents and scattered firewood around him, which were old and dirty but obviously intact.

"If the flames were really that strong, these tattered tents should have been reduced to ash long ago, and there should be large scorch marks on the ground. But there are no obvious signs of burning here. This is the strangest thing."

Farah nodded, a rare look of confusion showing on his illusory face. "That's right, dear Alvin. This is exactly the contradiction. The residual fire magic I sensed is very powerful, enough to reduce this camp to scorched earth in an instant. But..."

She floated to a bonfire, pointing at the relatively intact firewood and the surrounding blackened soil.

"There were no signs of burn damage at the scene. No large areas of blackening, no carbonized structures, and even the hides on the tents weren't deformed or shrunk by the intense heat. This flame... seemed to exist only on a magical level, or perhaps it was precisely... 'absorbed' or 'contained' by some force, leaving behind only a pure energy imprint without causing any physical combustion. This is quite unusual."

Shandris's brow furrowed even more.

There are traces of rituals, but also a large amount of unexplained fire magic residue that has caused no actual damage?

This disturbed her more than discovering a satanic ritual.

The warlocks' summoning spells are already troublesome enough, but it seems they have even more dangerous and mysterious magic.

This means that the other party may have mastered some terrifying technique that he has never encountered before, which can restrain or divert violent fire energy, or... are they covering up something?

This dirty camp abandoned by the orcs seemed to be shrouded in a deeper, invisible fog.

"Wait, what did you say?"

Alvin suddenly thought of something.

"Huh? I said there was no physical burning..."

"The sentence before that!"

"Ah! Precisely absorbed or restrained by some force?"

"That's right! That's it!!"

Alvin's eyes were fixed on a relatively clean open space in the center of the camp, but emitting the most intense remnants of fire magic.

The fragmented clues in his mind - the violent fire energy bound by invisible constraints, the "wailing of the skinned beast" described by One-Eye Gao En, and the "missing goblin caravan" reported by the bear monster...

——It’s as if they were suddenly connected by an invisible thread, creating dazzling sparks!

Alvin suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light that pierced through the mist. He slapped his thigh hard, his voice rising with excitement, even trembling with excitement: "I think I know!!"

This sudden announcement was like a stone thrown into calm waters.

The companions around him looked at each other in confusion, with question marks written all over their faces.

Shandris, the Sentinel General known for her calmness and efficiency, immediately shouted angrily, "Alvin! Stop your annoying riddles! Tell us what you know in words we can understand! Every second of delay will only allow those cultists to escape further!"

Facing Shandris's eyes that were about to spit fire and everyone's confused gazes,

Instead, Alvin took a deep breath, tried to suppress the excitement in his heart, and deliberately put on a mysterious attitude.

He cleared his throat, glanced at everyone, and asked a seemingly unrelated question:

"Everyone, please tell me, what in this world can fly?"