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

The aftermath of the brutal battle at the entrance of Mazthoril's dragon's lair was still ringing in our ears, and Alvin and his group had already rushed in.

"The fight just now was so loud,"

Alvin said as he ran, his sharp eyes scanning the deep tunnel ahead.

"Those greenskins can't have failed to hear us. A stealth raid is probably out of the question."

"Next, we'll storm! Remember, the cave isn't as open as the outside. Akalitrassa can't transform into a dragon, so everyone must be careful and look after each other!"

"Yes!"

Green Shadow and Akalitasa answered in unison.

Shandris simply nodded silently. She had already picked up the longbow in her hand, with an arcane arrow flashing with cold light already on the string. The hunter's sharp eyes scanned the shadows in front of her like a probe, ready to shoot at any time.

The cave was also covered in snow, and blue and white magical light flickered in the space, illuminating the entire road.

The ground was covered with messy footprints, and it seemed that the orcs were also moving at full speed. Alvin and others followed the traces of these cultists and rushed towards the core area of ​​​​Mazthoril.

Soon, the inside of the cave began to become bright, as if entering a forgotten underground temple carved by ice and arcane.

The huge dome hangs high, covered with layers of dark blue ice that never melts, like an inverted glacier.

These ice crystals are not dead objects. A faint, stardust-like arcane light flows inside them, illuminating the entire space in a hazy, cold and mysterious blue.

The ground was also covered with thick ice, smooth as a mirror, but due to some powerful force, it was engraved with ancient and complex dragon runes. Liquid blue light flowed in the rune grooves, emitting pure frost magic.

The icy mist flowed and swirled slowly at a height of several feet above the ground like a living thing. Every breath was bitingly cold, and inhaling it into the lungs was like swallowing tiny ice needles.

No wonder the blue dragon chose this place as its nest. There is plenty of magic here, which is perfect for the survival of a natural magical race like the blue dragon.

However, this holy cave was torn apart by cruel reality.

On both sides of the passage, there were several huge bodies lying down - they were the followers of the blue dragon, the dragon guards.

Half-dragon, half-human creatures, covered in the same blue scales as their master, lay broken and tattered, torn by crude weapons and scorched by foul magic.

The cold red blood splashed on the crystal ice surface, freezing into tragic and desperate death totems.

Some dragonmen still clutched their ice spears tightly until their death, their empty dragon eyes looking into the depths of the cave, filled with unwillingness and sadness of failure to protect.

"They are all loyal guards of the Dragon's Nest..."

Akalitraza's voice trembled slightly. She could feel the anger and sadness in the remaining consciousness of these dragon people, like cold needles piercing her perception.

She uttered a low, sympathetic sob.

"Time is running out!"

Alvin gritted his teeth and looked past the sacrificed guards to the source of the surging magical turbulence deeper in the cave.

"keep going!"

They rushed along the blood-stained ice path, the cold air filled with Alvin's rapid breathing.

suddenly!

"Boom!!!"

A dull and violent explosion sounded from the huge ice hall in front.

Accompanied by strong magical fluctuations, it swept along the channel like a real shock wave!

The biting cold wind instantly intensified several times, carrying sharp ice chips and shattered fragments of arcane energy, blowing towards him and hitting his face painfully.

The air was filled with surging magic.

"There's a battle ahead! Very intense!"

Shandris lowered her body and breathed softly against the strong wind. Her hunter instinct allowed her to instantly judge the scale and nature of the battle.

Needless to say, the four of them immediately increased their speed to the extreme, rushed through the last corner, and the view in front of them suddenly became clear, and the scene of battle instantly came into view!

This is a huge natural ice cave, even more magnificent than the outside.

The dome is so high that the top is invisible, and countless huge ice prisms hang down like inverted swords. It is obvious that this is the hollow interior of the mountain.

There was a relatively open ice surface in the center, but it had now become a tragic battlefield.

Three orc warlocks wearing dark robes, with dark green skin and muscular body stood in a triangle. Ominous shadows and fel light surged from their bodies. They muttered to themselves, and filthy magical energy gathered and took shape between their skinny claws.

Beside two of the warlocks, there was a creepy hellhound crawling each - this monster from the twisting void looked like a skinned wolf, but it had two pairs of compound eyes burning with evil fire, and tentacles on its back that wriggled like a living thing and could absorb magical energy!

They growled, dripping corrosive saliva, and stared greedily at the center of the battlefield.

Beside the third warlock stood a completely different being—a succubus.

It was the first time that Alvin had seen this strange demon, and he immediately understood why she was called "Succubus".

This monster possesses a bewitching beauty that could take the breath away from mortals.

Its curvaceous body was covered only with a few symbolic leather plates burning with shadowfire. Its dark purple skin was like the finest silk, and a long, slender tail with a heart-shaped end swayed lazily behind it.

Her face was as delicate as an elf, but her eyes burning with pink-purple flames and the small curved horns on her forehead revealed her demonic nature.

There was a lazy and cruel smile on her lips, as if she was playing with her prey, and pink shadow energy lingered between her slender fingers.

There was only one person confronting the three of them!

It was a woman standing in the center of the ice cave.

She was wearing a dark blue robe that seemed to be woven from flowing aurora. The corners of the robe rustled in the raging cold wind, outlining her slender figure.

The most eye-catching thing is her long ice-blue hair that cascades down like a waterfall, shining like stars even in the dim light.

Only her ears were long and elegant, with slightly upturned tips.

This look was too familiar to Alvin, a Quel'dorei elf!

Her face was as delicate as an ice sculpture in the moonlight, with a high nose bridge and tightly pursed lips.

Those deep blue eyes, like a cold pond, burned with icy anger and unyielding will, adding a touch of awe-inspiring and inviolable heroism to her beautiful face.

Obviously, the magical storm that swept through the passage just now was the masterpiece of this female wizard in blue!

She single-handedly summoned a blizzard in this ice cave!

She was seen holding high an ice staff inlaid with a huge sapphire, with the tip of the staff pointing in the direction of the three warlocks.

In an area with a radius of dozens of feet centered on her, violent cold winds were slicing like invisible ice blades. Countless fist-sized ice cones with sharp edges like knives condensed out of thin air, as if driven by an invisible force, spinning at high speed, forming a destructive frost tornado that slammed down on the three warlocks and their magical pets!

The ice cones hit the shadow shield that the warlock had hastily erected, making a dense "crackling" sound like rain. The cold air spread everywhere, and thick white frost instantly condensed on the ground. Even the two hellhounds whimpered in pain, and their bodies were covered with a layer of ice shell.

Fighting one against three, she actually managed to suppress the opponent by relying on the advantage of terrain and powerful frost magic!

"Stupid greenskin! Lowly demon scum!"

The blue-robed female mage's voice was clear and cold, carrying the high elves' unique arrogance and the overwhelming anger at the moment. It echoed in the ice cave, even drowning out the roar of the wind and snow.

"Dare to desecrate Lord Malygos's sacred site! Covet the dragon clan's treasure! Your souls will be frozen and shattered in this eternal icy prison!"

The light from her staff grew brighter, the blizzard seemed to be expanding, and the icicles became denser, as if to bury the enemy completely.