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

A huge, pale full moon slowly climbed above the jagged and shattered silhouette of the ruins of Eldaras.

The cold moonlight flowed like mercury, passing over the broken walls covered with slippery seaweed, and the bottomless dark pools formed by the backflow of sea water.

The ruins, bathed in moonlight, presented an eerie and fragile tranquility, like a giant skeleton immersed in eternal silence. Only the whimper of the night wind blowing through the collapsed arches and the low roar of waves crashing against the rocks in the distance added a touch of flowing background sound to this dead scene.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful moon veil, a suffocating murderous intent is silently spreading.

Naga Warlord Vikus sat on a relatively intact platform in the center of the ruins, perhaps once the altar of a temple. His thick, snake-like tail, covered in dark blue scales, slapped the cold ground impatiently, making a soft "pa pa" sound.

His powerful arms were knotted with muscle, tightly gripping his trident, and he carried a spiked bone shield on his back.

On his face covered with fine scales and with fish gill cracks, a pair of amber vertical pupils were like the most alert poisonous snake, flashing a cold light in the darkness, scanning over and over again at the entrance of the ruins where moonlight and shadows were intertwined.

He was waiting, waiting for the expected revenge from the darkness.

Around him were the equally tense Naga warriors.

They were either crouching behind ruins or hiding in muddy puddles, their scales reflecting a damp and cold light in the moonlight, their weapons tightly gripped, their muscles like wound-up springs.

The air was filled with the salty smell of sea water, the stench of rotten fish, and a tense atmosphere mixed with fear and bloodthirstiness.

Time passed slowly in dead silence.

The moon climbed higher and higher, its cold light illuminating the outline of the ruins more clearly and lengthening the distorted shadows of the lurkers.

"Gulu..."

A burst of intermittent snoring came from below the platform.

Several exhausted murloc slaves huddled in a corner. Their low intelligence prevented them from understanding why the Lord Commander was on high alert on such a cold moonlit night.

His heavy eyelids drooped, his body leaned together involuntarily, and he fell asleep in the highly tense atmosphere.

A fierce light flashed in Vikus' eyes!

He didn't even look back, and a strong arm swung back suddenly!

"Snapped!"

A rough whip was used to lash out at the fishman slaves!

"Ow—!"

The shrill screams instantly tore through the false tranquility!

The fishman slave was beaten to pieces, and he woke up rolling around, screaming in fear and despair.

The surrounding Naga warriors let out low, threatening hisses, warning these lowly slaves.

Fear instantly overwhelmed fatigue, and the fishmen huddled together trembling, not daring to close their eyes.

Just then, a slippery rustling sound came from behind Vikus.

The Naga mermaid Thalia twisted her snake body covered with pearly scales and swam gracefully but tiredly to the side of Vikus.

Her face was more "humanoid" than Vikus's, yet it also held an inhuman, eerie beauty, with strands of wet, seaweed-like hair clinging to her cheeks.

Her eyes were sharp, but they could not hide her deep fatigue. She was completely different from her energetic appearance during the day.

"Wikus,"

Salia's voice was low and hoarse with anger.

"The protective barrier you requested has been completed. It covers the entire core area, enough to disrupt the Shadow Escape and nature spells that those Pointy Ears are so proud of, even the Dragon's Breath spell you mentioned."

She pointed to a few equally exhausted witches squatting by the wall behind her.

"My sisters and I have spent the entire afternoon creating this damn barrier, and our magic power is almost exhausted. Listen,"

Her voice suddenly rose.

"Don't expect any additional magical support from us in the upcoming battle! Not even a drop!"

Wikus's massive snake body shifted slightly, his amber pupils squinting at Salia. The corners of his mouth curved into a self-proclaimed, handsome arc, revealing his sharp white fangs. "Your mission is accomplished, Salia. Now, take your sisters and retreat back to the sea."

His voice was like two rough rocks rubbing against each other.

"Just find a safe place and wait and watch the show."

"Watch the show?!"

Salia's pupils shrank in anger.

"Vicus! You damn, arrogant idiot! Can't you just tell me what your damn plan is?! We're working for you and you don't even know what the goal is?!"

Wikus chuckled coldly, the sound echoing in the silent ruins, making people's hair stand on end. "Plan? Hehe."

He deliberately dragged out his tone, as if he was enjoying the other person's anxiety.

"How can a wonderful story let the audience easily guess the ending at the beginning? That would be so boring. Back off, Salia!"

Salia's chest heaved violently.

She stared at Vikus for a few seconds, her beautiful eyes burning with anger.

Finally, she jerked her head back and let out a strangled whine: "You better not let me down, Wikus!"

She twisted her body and, along with a group of equally resentful witches, disappeared quickly into the shadowy waterway leading to the sea, just like the receding tide, leaving only a trail of slippery water marks on the ground.

The cruel smirk on Vikus's face disappeared instantly until Salia's breath completely disappeared from his sight.

His expression became extremely solemn, even with a barely perceptible nervousness.

A hand slowly rose up and tightly grasped an object hanging on his chest - it was a crystal stone about the size of a fist, irregular in shape, and as black as ink.

The surface of the crystal is rough and without any luster, but it seems to absorb all the light around it, and even the moonlight shining on it seems a little dim.

And inside it, there seemed to be an extremely faint and extremely slow dark red light pulsating in an extremely deep place, like the heartbeat of a sleeping giant beast.

Vikus's scaly fingertips stroked the cold stone surface almost reverently, his rough fingertips feeling the pulsation that was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

He lowered his head, pressing the cold stone to his forehead, and murmured in a voice like the whisper of a venomous snake, audible only to himself: "Ancient power, all-consuming darkness, tonight it all depends on you! Let those pointed ears howl in eternal despair!"

Just when he was concentrating on the magic stone—

“Woo-hum-hum!!!”

A terrifying shriek, tearing through the air, exploded without warning from the southern night sky! It approached from afar at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound!

Vikus raised his head suddenly, and his amber pupils shrank into needle points in an instant!

A crescent-shaped, icy light traced a deadly arc under the pale moonlight. It spun, tearing through the air with all-destructive energy, its target clearly being—

In the center of the ruins, there is the half-remaining remains of a magic tower that is covered with ancient magic runes and barnacles and reaches into the sky!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The astonishment on Vikus's face didn't even have time to fully unfold.

Boom - boom -! ! !

The earth-shaking roar was like divine punishment.

Under the violent impact of the huge battle blade, the sturdy tower body instantly cracked and disintegrated like rotten wood hit by a huge hammer.

Huge rocks, mixed with broken magical runes, rotten wood and dust that had accumulated for thousands of years, collapsed like a landslide.

Smoke and dust mixed with the cold moonlight rose into the sky, forming a huge, rolling mushroom cloud!

"what--!"

"Help!"

"It collapsed! The tower collapsed!"

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack—!!!”

Shrill screams, terrified cries, heavy crashes, the dull thud of bones breaking...

Suddenly, something erupted from beneath the tower base! That was the bunker that Wikus had meticulously laid out, hiding a large number of soldiers!

Huge rocks fell mercilessly, burying the soldiers below along with their fear!

The sticky blood instantly dyed the collapsed rubble and the diffuse smoke red.

Vikus stood on the platform, enveloped by flying rocks and choking smoke.

His pupils, which had shrunk due to shock, suddenly burst into a light of almost ecstasy amid the smoke and moonlight fragments!

"We're here! We're finally here! Night elves! Welcome to your burial place!"