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

After passing the island in the middle of the lake, continue walking forward and you will come to a huge building.

On both sides of it are still two towering altars.

According to Alvin's previous memory, the four altars should be the territories of the four troll bosses: Falcon, Bear, Dragon Eagle, and Leopard.

The huge building in front should be where the sorcerer is.

Caponia's sister should be trapped between the sorcerer's house and Zul'jin's platform at the end.

The troll Hard Mouth slowly walked into the huge building in the middle and secretly looked up at the middle of the house.

He saw a tall troll.

Forest trolls are already very tall, and this troll is obviously several sizes larger than these ordinary trolls.

One of the troll's eyes was blind, and his left arm was missing from the upper arm downwards.

A blood-red scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the entire area below his nose.

You can't see what he looks like underneath, only two long fangs sticking out from under the scarf.

Alvin was shocked.

He remembers the troll's attire clearly, especially your broken arm!

This is definitely no ordinary troll!

Because he was the only one who used animal skins to cover the bottom!

"That guy must be Zul'jin! Leader of the Amani tribe and evil warlord of the forest trolls of Zul'Aman!"

The celebrity in the game appeared before his eyes, and Alvin couldn't help but feel excited.

He used to go to Zul'Aman with his friends every week, one for the four boxes of Zul'Aman War Bears, and the other for the top-quality accessory - the Warlock's Skull.

But Alvin knew that he could be resurrected no matter how he died in the game before, but now, if he was caught by Zul'jin, he would definitely die.

Therefore, he didn't dare to look up at all, but lowered his head as much as possible and tried to slip past the wall of the hall.

Zul'jin was sitting on his throne, receiving reports from several of his captains.

Suddenly, the governor looked up and saw Alvin tiptoeing!

After squinting his single eye for a long time, the troll commander suddenly shouted, "Fuck! That soldier! Come here!"

"Damn it!"

Alvin was shocked.

Is this Murphy's Law?!

Looking up, he saw Zul'jin pointing his one arm at him.

His scalp tingled and he groaned inwardly.

Am I any different from other trolls?

Everyone looks like they have three fingers and two big teeth.

I also wear underwear!

Can you even notice me?

"That's you! Soldier, come here!"

Zul'jin narrowed his eyes and spoke a gloomy voice from his scarf. His tone was harsh and carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

Alvin was nervous, but he knew he had to stay calm.

He controlled the troll and walked slowly to Zul'jin with gritted teeth.

He lowered his head as much as possible and said respectfully, "Your Excellency."

Zul'jin narrowed his one eye and looked carefully at the troll in front of Ai.

"What's your name?"

"Tough talk, my lord."

"Hardmouth, my advisor is reporting to me on the results of this war. I know there seems to be a lot of dissatisfaction among the soldiers about me."

"I'm asking you this, and you need to answer honestly. Is there anyone among you who thinks that my joining the Horde and cooperating with Doomhammer was a mistake?"

Alvin quickly shook his head, thinking, how could an ordinary troll dare to say anything bad about you?

He immediately said with feigned firmness, "No, sir. This decision is absolutely correct."

Zul'jin's gaze grew sharper.

"why?"

Alvin took a deep breath and, using Hardmouth's lisp, spoke slowly in Troll language: "The forests surrounding Quel'Danas belong to the great Zul'Aman Empire."

"Thousands of years ago, the Thin-Eared Ones came here and drove us out of our homeland. If we don't fight to the death, the Amani Empire will surely be completely devoured by the alliance of elves and humans. So we believe that Lord Zul'jin's decision is absolutely correct."

"We should capture all the long-eared ones. The women will give birth to trolls for us! The men...will just do the hard labor!"

A satisfied laugh came from the scarf.

The laughter sounded like the sound of metal breaking, very unpleasant.

But Zul'jin's eyes were still full of doubt.

"You said it very well! And you know a lot, hard mouth."

"Most of our people are mindless fools, yet you know so much history. Your accent is strange, too strange for a forest troll. So, what are you?"

Alvin was shocked, and he quickly thought of an excuse.

"Lord Zul'jin, when I was a little troll, I was once captured by Thin Ears."

"It was an old troll who was passing by. He used his powerful lightning magic to destroy all the thin ears!"

"I lived with him for a while after he rescued me. The old troll said he was a Zandalari troll. He taught me some things, so my accent might be a little strange, but I also know some of our history."

Zul'jin was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"The Zandalari are the most authoritative and knowledgeable tribe among the ancient trolls. When I was young, I could still see some Zandalari traveling on the mainland, but in recent years, they have completely disappeared. I heard that they returned to live on an island. Well, so you are a rare and knowledgeable troll, Hardmouth. Well, from today on, you are my lieutenant."

Alvin breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully, "Thank you, sir."

Zul'jin waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

He then continued to listen to reports from his captains.

Alvin controlled the troll and quickly left the house, secretly feeling relieved.

The imprisoned elves must be found as soon as possible!

The time of mental control is limited, and he must complete the task within the time limit.

Alvin walked through the sorcerer's house, turned many turns, and finally, he came to the place where the elves were imprisoned.

A huge pot was placed on the campfire, and something was cooking in it.

One troll was adding wood to the campfire, another troll was adding water to the pot, and several trolls nearby were watching excitedly.

When Alvin got closer, he discovered that there was a female elf cooking in the pot!

She was tied up and thrown into the pot, cursing in Elvish.

The trolls obviously didn't understand what she said and just laughed at their food.

The fire was burning brightly and the water in the pot was starting to heat up.

The elf was soaked, and her face gradually turned red as the water temperature rose.

"These trolls are really just bloodthirsty lunatics. They actually threw a living person into the pot and boiled him without even taking off his clothes!"

Will this taste good when cooked?

But now is not the time to think about that.

If the elf is not fished out, she will really be cooked!

Alvin suddenly had an idea and controlled the troll, saying, "Damn! You idiots! Take Thin Ears out of the pot!"

The trolls seemed a little confused after hearing this.

One of the trolls laughed contemptuously and said, "Fuck! What kind of troll are you? How dare you order us around?"

"Snapped!"

Alvin stretched out his big hand and slapped the troll in the face!

The poor troll was beaten so hard that blood flowed from his mouth along his long fangs.

A huge three-finger print was left on his face, causing chaos among the trolls.

"Shut up, idiot! I'm the adjutant just appointed by Lord Zul'jin! My name is Hard Mouth!"

Alvin cursed.

This newly appointed official position is really useful.

The trolls were in chaos.

The troll that was knocked to the ground also hurriedly got up.

Several trolls stood in a row, trembling and not daring to speak.

"Fools! The new way of eating that has spread from Zandalar recently is charcoal-grilled elves."

Alvin continued to talk nonsense.

"Elves roasted with applewood are the most delicious, and even have a sweet apple flavor. Then smear honey on the thin-eared elves! Lord Zul'jin wants to eat the applewood charcoal roasted honey elves that are popular in Zandalar!"

The trolls' eyes suddenly lit up.

Some trolls even had saliva dripping down their fangs.

Alvin took the opportunity to take command.

"You go prepare the wood for the apple tree, you go find the honey, and I'll take care of the elves."

When the trolls heard this, they immediately sprang into action.

Alvin took the opportunity to fish the female elf out of the pot, carried her on his shoulders, and quickly walked towards the door.

Although the female elf was tied up tightly, she struggled fiercely.

She was also busy, cursing in Elvish.

"You disgusting troll, kill me now if you dare! Eat me alive if you dare!"

What a fierce female elf!

This is not some soft girl!

Alvin was afraid that the female elf would kick him in the vitals and break his mental control.

He had no choice but to whisper in the elf's ear: "Shut up if you want to live! It was Calpurnia who asked me to save you!"

"What kind of troll are you? Why do you speak the language of the Quel'dorei?"

The female elf stopped crying and asked in a low voice.