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

Alvin frowned.

"Eye of Arcane?" He repeated this unfamiliar word, his eyes subconsciously cast on the "living fossil" with the deepest knowledge reserves in the team - Farah Starwish.

"This magical creation sounds so bizarre... Ms. Farah, as a walking encyclopedia of magic, you should have some clues, right?"

However, the beautiful face of Farah, the banshee floating in the air, was filled with the same confusion as Alvin's.

She even subconsciously tapped her chin with an imaginary finger, her dark blue eyes filled with confusion: "Arcane Eye? What is that?"

She frowned slightly and tried to search her spiritual memory bank.

"I've never heard of it! With my vast knowledge and understanding as Archmage Farah Starwish, if there really is such a magical artifact, whether it's a divine artifact, a holy relic, or a forbidden creation, I will definitely remember its name and legend! Unless... some country wizard made it up after drinking too much wine?"

Alvin's heart sank, and he looked at Green Shadow and Shandris Feathermoon hopefully.

The two Kaldorei looked at each other, and the green shadow shook his head slightly, and the silver hair under the hood swayed, indicating that he had never heard of it.

Shandris was more direct. Her silver eyes remained sharp, yet they also revealed a hint of wariness about the unknown. She said simply, "I've never heard of such a thing."

"hiss……"

Alvin couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling that things were getting even more confusing.

"What the hell is that? Is it worth the madmen of the Twilight's Hammer going to all that trouble and forcing the goblins to blow up the ruins?"

His sharp eyes once again swept over the group of little green figures huddled together like frightened quails.

"I know! I know a little bit!"

"It's a gem! Sparkling!"

"Power! Super powerful power!"

"The orc masters want it!"

"It seems...it seems like we are going to fight some terrible enemy?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I heard their leader mention it!"

The goblins immediately started to explode again, talking at once and vying with each other to provide fragmented information. The sharp voices mixed together, like a group of ducks with their necks strangled, quarreling, making Alvin's head buzz and his temples throb.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Alvin could no longer bear it, and let out a low roar like a muffled thunder, carrying an unquestionable pressure, which instantly made all the goblins shrink their necks in fear as if the mute button was pressed.

He suppressed his irritation and pointed at the goblin who had been holding the mechanical parts and looked calm or frightened. "You! It's you! You were talking coherently just now! What's your name? You tell me! Anyone else who dares to interrupt, I will let this person..."

He pointed at Akalitraza, who was looking at the goblins with great interest, with a dangerous smile on her lips.

"...This lady who loves barbecue will show you 'Goblin Barbecue'!"

Akali Tasha cooperated with a "snort", and the flames spewing from her mouth and nose almost dyed the eyebrows of the nearest goblins, scaring these little greenskins into peeing and shitting again.

The goblin holding the spare parts was so frightened that he almost dropped the treasure in his arms. He took a trembling half step forward, trying to straighten his thin green chest, and said in a thickly accented and trembling Common Language: "Respected... Respected sirs... My name is... Spark Rigg, and I am a third-level technician and temporary team leader of the Steam Sand Company exploration team..."

He gave a humble, almost comical bow, then quickly explained, "It's... just like what my brothers said, those green-skinned... uh, orc lords heard from somewhere that beneath this broken... uh, sacred elven ruins, there's a gem called the 'Arcane Eye', which is extremely powerful! They want to dig it out and take it for themselves! From listening to their leader talking to his men, it seems... it seems they want to use this treasure to deal with some particularly powerful enemy! Who exactly is it, we really don't know! We are only responsible for installing explosives to clear the way. Digging for treasure is the job of those orc lords themselves..."

"Against a powerful enemy?"

Alvin's eyes narrowed, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed his chin.

"Could it be... they're coming for me? What are these cunning cultists secretly planning?"

He subconsciously thought of the Twilight's Hammer's usual conspiracy style.

At this moment, the green shadow, who had been listening quietly with a frown on his face, seemed to be touched by the words "powerful gem" and "dealing with the enemy".

She suddenly raised her head, a glint of doubt flashing in her clear eyes, and her voice was filled with a subtle nervousness. "Wait! Alvin, Shandris, and Miss Farah... do you remember? Southeast of here, over a few ice ridges, is Mazthoril!"

Her words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Green Shadow's expression became extremely serious. "That is an absolutely forbidden area that even we Kaldorei are strictly forbidden to approach! My mentor, Master Malfurion Stormrage, once solemnly warned all druid apprentices: Deep within Mazthoril lies an extremely ancient and powerful blue dragon lair! That place... seems to be an important sacred place for the blue dragon clan to raise their cubs! Any unauthorized approach will be regarded as a declaration of war against the blue dragonflight! Those orcs... are their target Mazthoril?! Do they want to use the so-called 'Arcane Eye'... to deal with the blue dragons?!"

"Mazthoril! The blue dragon's lair!"

Alvin slapped his thigh suddenly, and suddenly realized, his eyes burst into a gleam of light.

"Yeah! How could I have forgotten that place!"

However, the familiarity of the words immediately aroused Shantis's vigilance.

The Sentinel General's sharp silver eyes locked onto Alvin like searchlights, looking at him with scrutiny and deep suspicion: "Alvin."

Her voice was cold.

"As far as I know, you are from the Eastern Kingdoms. This should be your first time setting foot on the land of Kalimdor, let alone the distant Winterspring. You..."

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"How could you be so familiar with the secret of a blue dragon lair in Mazthoril, something even many local kaldorei might not know? And yet you act like you've known it all along?"

"Uh……"

The excitement on Alvin's face froze instantly, and he felt a chill on his back.

He immediately realized that he had made a mistake.

Facing Shandris's piercing gaze, he scratched his head in panic, a harmless grin plastered on his face. "Ah? Well... haha, Shandris, you have a good memory! It's my first time here, absolutely my first time! I... I've been spending too much time in the Royal Library of Lordaeron! You know, those old wizards have collected so many travelogues and geography books! Things like 'Northrend Glacial Creatures Atlas' and 'Kalimdor Forbidden Lands'... uh, especially that fragment of 'Dragon Tales'. It mentioned a place called Mazthoril southeast of Winterspring, the territory of the blue dragons, and it was specifically marked 'Extremely Dangerous, Do Not Approach'! I'm particularly interested in dragon things, so... well, I was impressed! Purely from reading! Haha..."

He laughed dryly a few times, trying to get away with it by using his "nerd" persona.

Shandris looked at Alvin's slightly exaggerated "sudden enlightenment" and stiff explanation. The doubts in her silver eyes did not completely dissipate. She just temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart, said "hmm" lightly, and did not delve into it any further.

Alvin quickly changed the subject and looked at Farah again for final confirmation: "Fara, about this 'Arcane Eye'... can you think about it more carefully? Or... when you were exploring the ruins just now, did you sense any fluctuations similar to those of a powerful magical item?"

Fara, holding her illusory arms, hovered in the air, shaking her head with a look of conviction, even a hint of displeasure at being questioned. "Hmph! Alvin! Are you doubting this archmage's perception? Before I chased those bugs, I already scanned this ruin three times inside and out! Forget the 'Arcane Eye', I didn't even find a decent trace of magic! Just a pile of broken stones and dust frozen for ten thousand years!"

She came to the conclusion with absolute certainty.

"This is absolutely a rumor! A complete rumor! These green-skinned orcs and goblins must have made it up from some third-rate bard or drunken dwarf miner! If there really was such a magical gem with such powerful power and such a catchy name, how could it have escaped the eyes and ears of me, the archmage and avid archaeologist Farah Starwish? I would have dug it out long ago... uh, I mean, studied it thoroughly!"

After hearing Farah's assertion, which was full of strong personal style and professional confidence, Alvin had a basic understanding in his mind.

He turned to the goblins who were looking at him eagerly, hoping that he could save their boss, spread his hands helplessly, and shrugged:

"Well, you heard it, didn't you? This learned and well-informed lady said it herself."

He pointed at Farah who looked proud.

"'Arcane Eye'? It doesn't exist! You, and those orcs, have likely been fooled by some far-fetched legend! Not only have you wasted your time, but you've also gotten your own boss into trouble."

He looked at the goblins' green faces that instantly collapsed, and the despair rising in their eyes, and sighed.

"Instead of risking being buried alive by collapsing buildings and fiddling with these shadowless things, why not use your little brains and think about how to rescue your boss, Favrin, who has been captured by the orcs! That's the real thing!"

The goblins looked at each other, seeing the same frustration and confusion in each other's eyes.

Is the Arcane Eye fake? Is the boss still in the hands of the orcs? This business... is such a huge loss!

The goblins wailed, and Rig's eyes rolled. He hugged Alvin's thighs and begged with tears and snot.

"Master! Please save our boss! Wuu ...