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

Alvin maintained the majestic posture of holding the corpse of the hellhound high, his chest heaving violently, looking forward to a hearty victory, or at least the shocked and admiring gazes of his companions.

However......

The only response he received was a strange silence.

Alvin raised his head in confusion and looked around.

Shandris had already put down her longbow and was holding a sharp dagger against the throat of the last surviving orc warlock!

She tied the warlock's arms behind his back and pressed him on the cold ice, his face pressed to the ground, unable to move, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

Green Shadow has also recovered from his fear, and the Night Blade Leopard's eyes have regained their sharpness.

She was standing in front of Shandris, confronting the remaining enemies.

Obviously, while Alvin was concentrating on his own goal, the two sisters had already cooperated tacitly and subdued their opponent in a lightning speed.

The battle on Akali Tasha's side had already ended.

Under her dragon claws was a pool of steaming, dark purple flesh - the remains of another hellhound.

She was tilting her cute face, looking at Alvin with eyes full of undisguised confusion and bewilderment, as if she was trying to understand Alvin's strange war cry just now and his behavior of holding up the dog corpse.

That look seemed to say, "Brother Alvin...what...are you doing?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Only the increasingly rapid and fel-filled spells of the warlock leader continued to buzz in the distance.

The wild expression on Alvin's face froze instantly, and the arm holding the hellhound's corpse trembled slightly.

An indescribable awkward heat suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, which was even more burning than the corrosion spell he had just been hit by!

What the hell?! I finally managed to kill a hellhound in style, even yelling such a powerful slogan...

So you guys have already finished it?

Even Akalitrassa is faster than me?!

He felt like a clown performing hard on the stage but no one applauded him.

I thought I was turning the tide, but Shandris shot a warlock to death, and then teamed up with Green Shadow to subdue another warlock, and Akalisra killed a hellhound alone...

He fought tooth and nail, cursed and cursed, to finally kill the remaining hellhound.

"Cough...cough!"

Alvin coughed twice in extreme embarrassment, and quickly threw the heavy, blood-dripping dog corpse in his hand to the ground with a "plop" like throwing a hot potato.

He forced himself to remain calm, straightened his back, and turned his gaze to the only enemy still struggling.

The orc warlock who was held down by Shandris and Green Shadow witnessed the tragic death of his companions and the destruction of his magical familiar, and felt the cold dagger on his neck. He was already scared out of his wits.

He struggled in vain, with only the most primitive fear and hatred left in his bloodshot eyes.

"You lowly creatures..."

He cursed hoarsely, his body shaking like a sieve.

At this moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and a ray of crazy hope suddenly burst out in his despair!

He used all his strength and roared at the top of his lungs, behind a pile of rocks scattered with tools and ores in the corner of the ice cave:

"Goblin! Falfring! You damn, cowardly green rat! Pick up your weapons and fight! Don't forget you just killed a blue dragon! Don't think they can let you go!"

This roar, full of vicious threats, startled Alvin and the others.

Goblin?

The guy called Fallin who was kidnapped by orcs?

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, they saw a skinny green goblin wearing worn work clothes stained with oil and ice chips, and sticking out half of his head from behind the huge rock, trembling like a frightened rabbit.

His big round eyes were filled with dullness and tears from excessive shock, and his whole body was shaking like a fallen leaf in the wind.

"No... stop hitting me... please..."

The goblin engineer named Fafrin cried out in a shrill and trembling voice, filled with despair on the verge of collapse.

"We...we can't fight any longer...the dragon army...they will tear us...tear us to pieces! We will all die! Wuwuwu..."

He was incoherent and clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Shut up! You idiot!"

The warlock who was pinned to the ground roared madly, trying to use fear to control the goblin again.

"Do you think you can turn back?! That blue dragon outside! He was blown apart by your 'baby'! Look at the blood on the ground! You are our accomplice! Your hands are stained with dragon blood! Do you think that if you kill us, these dragons and their friends will let you go? Dream on! You will never be clean! Quick! Pick up your weapons! Kill them! Otherwise, I will let you taste the burning of your soul right now!"

A hint of fel green light flashed on the orc warlock's hand, and it was obvious that he was not joking.

"Stop! You beast!"

Shandris acted quickly, stepping on the orc's hand and interrupting his strange spell.

The orc felt pain and let out heart-wrenching roars and incomprehensible curses.

"The blood of the accomplice...cannot be washed away..."

The goblin murmured the warlock's words, as if struck by an invisible hammer.

In his wide-open eyes, fear, despair, guilt, and madness mixed together like an overturned paint palette, almost tearing his fragile spirit apart.

He held his head, whimpered in pain, his body curled up into a ball, and shook violently.

"No, no, I don't want to die. I don't want my soul to burn."

He whispered nervously, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle between himself and himself.

After a few seconds of extreme struggle, a desperate, almost hysterical madness replaced pure fear.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Favrin suddenly let out a scream that was not like a human voice!

As if driven by an invisible force, he rolled and crawled out from behind the rock and pounced on a canvas-covered object that looked like a toolbox.

He roughly lifted the canvas, revealing the thing inside that made Alvin's pupils shrink suddenly - it was not an ordinary engineering device at all!

It was a shoulder-fired rocket launcher with a complex structure and a gleaming cold metallic luster!

The thick launch tube was wrapped with crude cooling lines and connected to a pressurized tank filled with unstable green liquid.

The rocket launcher's bracket is a bit crooked and the workmanship is rough, but at first glance it is full of goblin-like explosion aesthetics.

Alvin felt like he was doused with ice water!

"Bazooka?!" he gasped.

All the clues were connected in an instant!

It was this thing, this damn, crazy thing made by the goblins, that gave the Lord of the Abyss a last chance to finish off the enemy and take the life of a noble blue dragon!

Fear instantly wrapped around Alvin's heart like a cold poisonous snake.

"Mad! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Alvin roared at the goblin who had fallen into a frenzy.

"Look at this place! It's all ice! There are ten-thousand-year-old ice spikes above us! And there are fragile rock walls all around us! Do you want to bury us all alive here?! Do you want those dragon eggs to perish along with you?!"

However, the goblin, whose spirit had completely broken down, could no longer listen.

His thin body burst out with astonishing strength, and he carried the heavy rocket launcher shakily on his shoulder. The muzzle pointed randomly in the direction of Alvin and others like a drunkard's finger, and seemed to want to point it at the warlock leader who was casting a spell, but finally pointed at the dome of the ice cave!

His fingers trembled as he pulled the trigger, and there was only a crazy light of destruction in his eyes.

“Everyone… everyone, die! Everyone, die together! Aa ...