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

The scream was sharp and full of pure terror, and it came clearly from the other side of the frozen lake.

This was followed by more panicked screams and chaotic running sounds.

Alvin looked up suddenly, the bitter smile on his face froze instantly, his eyes sharp as an eagle: "Where is Farah?!"

Almost at the same time, Shandris also restrained her smile, her silver eyes instantly locked on the other side, and she took the longbow from her back with her backhand. The heavy cotton jacket did not affect her speed in getting into a fighting stance.

"It's not far from the other side!"

Green Shadow also instantly turned into a Night Blade Leopard, using the druid's ability to try to capture more useful information.

"There are quite a few people moving ahead!"

"Fara was attacked?!"

Alvin's heart sank, a terrifying thought flashing through his mind—could that scream mean Farah was in danger? She might be a spirit, but in this icy lake, filled with ancient magic and unknown entities, who knew what could harm a ghost? He remembered Farah's mention of the "Ice Lady" and the "Singer of the Lake." What if they weren't friendly?

"Oh no! Something might have happened to Farah! Quick!"

Alvin's voice was filled with anxiety. He didn't even bother to shake off the last bit of snow before sprinting towards the screams. Shandris and Green Shadow followed closely behind, and Akalitrassa also stepped up to catch up.

The heavy bear monster's cotton jacket made him look even more clumsy while running, but no one cared about that.

The cold air filled my lungs, and my boots made a rapid crunching sound on the snow and ice.

Everyone was worried about Farah's safety.

Soon, the scene on the opposite bank gradually became clear. There was an area surrounded by huge icicles. Several half-collapsed ruins of ancient elven buildings covered with thick ice and snow could be vaguely seen. Exquisite stone carvings were faintly visible under the ice, telling of the former glory.

Just as they were about to approach the ruins, several short, panicked green figures rushed out from the largest archway of the ruins, screaming like lizards with their tails stepped on!

These guys were about half the height of a normal person, and their skin was a dirty, dark green color like swamp mud.

They had large, pointed, bat-like ears, a huge, red nose that took up almost half of their face, and a pair of small, bloodshot yellow eyes that were wide open with extreme fear.

They were wearing tattered, patched leather armor or coarse cloth clothes, their hands and feet were slender, and their movements were extremely panicked.

One of them lost a huge, worn-out boot that didn't fit him and was running barefoot in the snow;

The few sparse yellow hairs on the other's head stood up in fear;

Another one was holding tightly in his arms something covered in oil, which looked like some complex mechanical part, and was looking back in horror as he ran.

"Goblin?!"

Shandris recognized these notorious little men at a glance. Her brows furrowed, and her voice was cold with disgust.

"What are these greedy, noisy, trouble-making little creatures doing here? Winterspring is not their territory!"

Alvin also immediately recognized this "famous" race on the continent of Azeroth, thinking that these guys were actually goblins... They did look... well, very "distinctive", not quite in line with mainstream aesthetics.

He rushed forward in a few steps and blocked the fleeing goblins. His tall figure and serious expression frightened the fleeing goblins so much that they braked suddenly and almost crashed into each other.

"stop!"

Alvin's voice carried an undeniable pressure.

"What are you doing? What was that screaming just now?"

The goblins huddled together and trembled like frightened rabbits, shouting in a sharp, fast, and heavily accented Common Language:

"Ghost! There is a ghost!"

"Help! Great adventurer! Save poor Rig!"

"It's so scary! White! Floating! A screaming ghost!"

"It's going to catch us! It's going to eat us!"

"Wow, wow, wow... Mom! I want to go home!"

At this moment, a translucent figure emitting a faint blue light suddenly rushed out from the archway of the ruins where the goblins had just escaped like an angry hurricane!

It's Farah Starwish!

At this moment, she no longer had any of the sadness or infatuation she had before. Her illusory face was filled with anger, her long blue hair was dancing wildly due to the high speed of flight, and her whole body exuded a cold spiritual pressure!

"Dirty thieves! Reckless vandals! Bugs who desecrate history! Where are you running to? I'm going to kill you!"

Farah's voice was sharp and piercing, carrying the unique mental impact of a banshee, which shocked several goblins so much that they covered their ears in pain and almost collapsed to the ground.

She stretched out her illusory claws and pounced on the slowest running goblin!

"Fara! Stop it!"

Alvin reacted extremely quickly and stepped between Farah and the goblin.

Of course, he wouldn't be penetrated by the spirit, but the chill brought by Farah's spiritual pressure made him shudder.

He opened his arms, making a blocking gesture, and said in a steady but urgent voice: "Calm down! It's me! Alvin! Tell me, what happened? Why are you chasing these goblins?"

Farah was stopped by Alvin, and the violent spirit stopped abruptly in the air, with dark blue "flames" dancing in her eyes.

She pointed at the group of green creatures huddled in fear, her voice trembling with anger. "Alvin! Why are you stopping me?! These filthy, clueless bugs! They... they actually planted explosives in those ruins!"

Her illusory chest rose and fell violently,

"I saw it with my own eyes! They sneaked in and tied those dangerous, oily-smelling iron lumps to the stone pillars supporting the hall! They wanted to blow it up! Blow up the only remaining relic that records the glory of the ancient Kaldorei! They are desecrating it! It is a crime of destroying history! I will freeze them into ice sculptures and throw them to the bottom of the lake to feed the fishmen!"

Shandris and Green Shadow's faces darkened upon hearing this.

Blow up ancient monuments?

This is really bad!

Alvin immediately turned around, his sharp gaze like an icicle piercing the group of goblins who were shaking even more violently. His voice was chilling, "Is she telling the truth? You're planting explosives in the ruins? What do you want to do?!"

The goblins were terrified by Alvin's gaze and Farah's accusations, and they cried out in defense one after another:

"No...that's not what we wanted to do! Master, please understand!"

"We were...we were forced! We were forced!"

"We at Steamwheedle Port Authority are known for our integrity in business! Destroying ancient monuments? That would tarnish our reputation!"

"Yes, yes! We know this place is haunted! We don't even have time to hide here! We wouldn't dare come here even if we had ten times the courage!"

"It's all... it's all the fault of those vicious big guys! They captured our boss! Boss Zapp Favrin!"

"They said...they said if we didn't blow up this shabby house as they said...they would...throw our boss into an ice hole! Wuuwuwu..."

"We have no other choice! Master! Please save our boss!"

Alvin listened to the goblins' incoherent and wailing excuses, trying to sort out the information.

He frowned, grasping the key point: "Wait! You said... someone forced you? Who forced you? What did they look like?"

The goblins immediately began to dance and gesture, trying to depict the images of those "demons" -

"It's green! Taller than us! Stronger than the mountains!"

"There's a scar on his face! His teeth are so big! He looks like a wild boar!"

"Vicious! So vicious! He looks like he wants to eat me!"

"It sounds like thunder! It stinks!"

"With a big axe! So scary!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Ugly! Terribly ugly! Uglier than an unwashed boiler!"

Listening to the goblins' exaggerated but distinctive descriptions, the images of the orcs in Twilight Camp flashed through Alvin's mind.

He blurted out: "Orcs?! It's the orcs who forced you?!"

"Yeah!"

The goblins nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"Those big green guys! Orcs! Those ferocious orcs!"

Alvin immediately pressed the issue, "Are you... one of the goblin caravans that often do business near Timbermaw Fortress?"

The goblins were stunned for a moment, and then burst into even louder howling:

"Wow, wow, wow... How did you know?!"

"That's them! Those damn green-skinned bandits!"

"We were going to Timbermaw Hold to get some premium moonmoss and honey from the furbolg masters! But we were ambushed by them halfway!"

"Hot air balloon! Our most precious 'Ever Watch Flying'! They stole it! Wuuuuuuu... That's Boss Fafrin's lifeblood!"

"And the payment for the ore we just received! It's all gone! Wuuwuwu..."

All the clues in Alvin's mind connected in an instant.

The Twilight's Hammer orcs stole the goblin hot air balloon, flew over Timbermaw Hold, and arrived in Winterspring, forcing the goblins to blow up the elven ruins! He suppressed his excitement and asked the most crucial question: "Where did those orcs go after they stole your hot air balloon and forced you to blow up this place?!"

The goblin holding a pile of mechanical parts seemed to be a small leader. He wiped his snot and tears, stretched out a trembling, dirty green finger, and pointed to the northeast of the ice field, where there were even taller mountains covered by thicker cold fog and eternal glaciers.

"That... that way! They went to the southeast! There were so many people! They were dragging us and stealing our things! And... there were a few strange men in black robes they captured! They went to the highest mountain! We... that's all we know! Master, please save our boss!"

southeast?

Alvin's eyes were like lightning, instantly locking onto the direction the goblin was pointing.

What were they doing there?

"What are you looking for here?"

Shandris suddenly asked.

"The Arcane Eye, that magical gem, is said to be buried in the ruins of Lake Kaesril!"