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

Led by Rig, the goblins rushed to Alvin's feet and tried to hug his thighs.

Alvin thought about it and decided that since he had to track down the Twilight's Hammer anyway, rescuing the goblins would be a piece of cake.

"Okay, but I can't guarantee that I can rescue your boss intact..."

The goblins, led by "Spark" Rig, instantly burst into earth-shaking cheers and cries!

They didn't care about the coldness of the snow, and rushed towards Alvin like iron filings attracted by a magnet!

"Great Savior Master!"

"Merciful sir! You are our second parents!"

"Woo woo woo... The boss is saved! He's saved!"

"Please accept my first bow! No! Ten bows!"

This group of dirty, green little creatures rushed to Alvin's feet, stretched out their claws covered with oil and snow, and tried to hug Alvin's thighs, which were as strong as pillars and wrapped in thick bearskin jackets. The scene instantly became chaotic.

In the chaos, the two goblins, who were dazzled by the halo of "savior", probably wanted to treat everyone equally, and turned their targets to Green Shadow and Shantis next to them.

One tried to hug Green Shadow's calf wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, while the other one recklessly pounced on Shandris's legs, whose slender lines could not be concealed even under the bulky cotton jacket.

"Humph!"

Green Shadow just frowned slightly, slid back lightly, and avoided the oily claws like catkins in the wind.

But Shantis's reaction was much more direct and fierce!

She didn't even look down, but her long legs wrapped in the cotton jacket swung as swiftly and accurately as a whip!

"Bang! Ouch!"

"Ow—!"

Two short screams were accompanied by a dull crash!

The goblin who pounced on Shandris felt as if he was kicked in the stomach by an angry kodo. He flew into the air like a torn sack, drew a green parabola, and fell into the snow pile five meters away with a thud, leaving only groans.

Another person who pounced on the green shadow was also gently pushed away by a gentle natural force and fell head over heels.

This thundering move instantly shocked all the goblins!

They looked in horror at their companions struggling in the snow, then at the Sentinel General who was wrapped in a cotton jacket, his face as cold as ice, as if he had just dusted off the dust, then at the druid next to him who avoided them but had a hint of displeasure in his eyes, and finally all their eyes were cast on Akalitrassa, who had fiery red hair, crossed her arms, and a dangerous smile on her lips - this one could really spit fire!

The goblins' little brains completed the risk assessment in an instant: the red-haired one can breathe fire, the two long-eared ones can kick people, and only the human male in the middle, although he looks very powerful, can only speak!

He was the one who promised to help!

Thus, all the pressure was instantly concentrated on Alvin!

The surviving goblins who hadn't been kicked away, as if they had found their only lifeline, rushed back to Alvin's feet with an even more violent momentum, clinging to his thighs tightly, their cries and pleas louder and more heartfelt than before...

Alvin felt like he was being held by a group of enthusiastic koalas, and the noise in his ears was comparable to that of a hundred goblin logging machines working at the same time.

He sighed helplessly, looking at the green, tear-stained "carpet" at his feet, and then glanced at Shandris's cold eyes that said, "You've caused this trouble yourself, so you can solve it yourself." Finally, he nodded, "Alright, alright! Shut up! I said I'd help! Hurry up! Your snot is all over the cotton-padded jacket I just borrowed!"

When the goblins heard Alvin's confirmation, they were so excited that they couldn't say anything. They burst into tears and incoherent thanks, mixed with blessings for Alvin's ancestors and curses for the orcs' ancestors. The richness of their vocabulary and the bizarre metaphors made Alvin, Shandris and others' foreheads throb with veins, and Green Shadow couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"stop--!"

Alvin felt that his patience was about to break through the limit. He rubbed his throbbing temples and forcibly interrupted this chaotic thanksgiving meeting.

"I say, aren't you guys in a hurry to rescue the boss? So what do you want to do now? Set off immediately to track down the orcs?"

This question is like pressing the pause button.

The goblins who were crying and shouting just now suddenly became quiet. They looked at each other, and finally their eyes were focused on "Spark" Rig again.

Rig wiped his nose and blinked his eyes.

"Go home! Have dinner first!"

Alvin: “…”

Shandris: "..."

Green Shadow: “…”

Akalitra: "Puff..."

Alvin felt himself choking, and it took him a long time to find his voice. He asked in disbelief, "...Eat, eat?! Your boss is still in the hands of the orcs, and his life is uncertain, and now you want to... go home and eat?!"

"Yes, yes! Master Savior!"

Rig had a look on his face that said, "Is that even a question?" and started explaining with his dirty green fingers. The other goblins also added to the discussion:

"How can I have the strength if I don't eat?"

"How can we fight a war on an empty stomach?"

"My brain won't work! I won't be able to come up with a good plan to save the boss!"

"My hands will shake! I'll defuse the wrong bomb! I'll put the wrong fuse in!"

"What if rescuing the boss requires negotiation? I can't speak confidently on an empty stomach!"

"Yeah! What if he faints from hunger on the way? How can we save the boss then?"

"If you don't eat, you can't save the boss! This is an iron rule! The first law of goblin engineering!"

The goblins' logical chain is extremely clear and "powerful", and all unfavorable factors ultimately point to the same tragic ending - not eating = not being able to save the boss!

Alvin was stunned by what he heard, and his worldview suffered an unprecedented shock.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that Alvin and the others seemed to be convinced by their "truth", Rig immediately greeted them enthusiastically.

"Dear Lord Savior! Beautiful ladies! Please do us the honor of returning to Everlook with us! We will treat you well! Only when you are well fed and well-watered can you have the strength to fight the orcs and rescue the Boss!"

As he spoke, Rig and the other goblins nimbly ran to several huge pieces of waterproof canvas that were half-covered by snow, and pulled them hard with a "whoosh whoosh" sound!

"Wow!"

The canvas slid off, revealing several extremely rough, punk-looking machines underneath, full of goblin engineering "wisdom" - three-wheeled motorcycles!

Even the knowledgeable Alvin couldn't help but open his eyes wide at this moment.

In this world full of magic, swords and dragons, this pure, smoky mechanical creation seems so out of place, yet so unique!

The main frames of these three-wheeled motorcycles are made of crudely welded steel pipes, rusted and full of signs of excessive use.

The huge front wheels were fitted with crude metal tracks, obviously designed to handle snow.

At the back is a relatively spacious, but rickety-looking open bed.

The most eye-catching part is the front part. A huge boiler, which takes up almost half of the front part and is roughly assembled with rivets, is emitting residual heat slightly, and the thick chimney is pointing obliquely to the sky.

Next to the boiler were various pipes and valves of varying thicknesses, tangled and intertwined, some of which were suspiciously dripping with black oil. A simple rudder was connected to the front wheel.

"Dangdangdang! The latest model of goblin technology, the Snow Conqueror MK-III!"

Rig proudly patted the edge of one of the trucks, as if showing off some rare treasure.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please get in! It promises to be fast, stable, and warm!"

He turned a valve, and a stream of hot air with a sulfur smell gushed out from the radiator next to the boiler.

Alvin looked at these "mounts" full of industrial wasteland style, then looked at the eager eyes of the goblins, and thought about the fact that he could indeed obtain supplies and intelligence by going to Everlook Town, and finally nodded.

With Rig's enthusiastic arrangement, the four of them squeezed into two relatively "intact" three-wheeled motorcycles.

“Boom! Crack! Crack! Puff! Puff!!”

As Rigg pulled a huge lever and kicked the starting pedal hard, the huge boiler instantly let out a dull roar!

The gears and connecting rods collided and rotated violently, making a deafening noise!

Immediately afterwards, a thick, billowing black smoke with a pungent smell suddenly gushed out of the thick chimney!

The entire machine trembled violently like an awakened steel monster, its tracks stirring up the snow, and it began to stagger forward.

Huge noise! ​​Billowing black smoke! Violent vibration!

But the speed...was surprisingly not slow in the deep snow!

Alvin had driven a motorcycle in his previous life, so the overall feeling was very familiar, except that he felt a strong vibration under his butt, and the noise in his ears was comparable to that of a hundred dwarf blacksmith shops working at the same time. He breathed in the "fresh" air mixed with snow foam, engine oil and sulfur.

Led by "Spark" Rig, the convoy roared and jumped along the edge of the ice lake, heading towards Everlook Town, leaving behind a long trail of black smoke and deep tracks, and gradually moved away.

Lake Kaslir once again regained its eternal silence.

The ancient ruins, covered in snow, cast long, lonely shadows in the setting sun.

Shortly after the convoy disappeared on the ice ridge, not far from the entrance to the ruins, a seemingly ordinary huge blue ice ridge covered with thick snow suddenly had the light inside it distorted very slightly.

Just like a melted water drop merging into the calm water surface, an almost completely transparent human figure that blends perfectly with the environment silently separates from the "shadow" of the ice edge.

This outline has no sense of entity, more like a mass of air that highly distorts light. Only when it moves can it leave an extremely faint, almost imperceptible, unnatural shadow outline on the snow.

This transparent "shadow" "stood" quietly in place, as if "watching" the goblin motorcycle go away.

After a moment, a cold voice whispered in the silent air.

"Fortunately, I was one step ahead..."

The shadow slightly raised the outline of a "hand", which seemed to hold a complex palm-sized device that was also transparent but faintly flickered with complex energy flows. At its core, a polyhedron gem like an eye, emitting a faint, strange purple halo, was slowly rotating.

"The Arcane Eye... this thing is too dangerous..."

The shadow's "gaze" turned to the depths of the ruins,

"Foolish orcs...greedy goblins...and what savior? I don't think they're good people!"

As soon as the words fell, the transparent outline rippled like water again, silently blending into the shadow of the huge icicle next to it, and completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Only the eternal cold wind of Lake Keslir still whimpered in the cracks of the ice, blowing the blurred and fading tracks on the snow, and... the secret that had just happened and no one knew about.