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

Stellagosa walked ahead, her posture less like a trek than a cold ritual of purification.

She didn't even need complicated spells and gestures. She just raised her slender hands occasionally, and a cone-shaped torrent of extremely cold water would gush out from her palms.

Wherever the cold current passed, whether it was an ancient giant tree that required several people to hug, a vine network as tough as iron, or a thick wall of shrubs, they were all attacked by absolute zero the moment they came into contact. The internal moisture and structure were instantly frozen, and then crushed into shimmering ice crystals and dust by the contained magical shock wave, as if a local blizzard had fallen on the jungle.

The ice passage that had been opened up stretched straight forward, its edges smooth as a mirror, forming a strange contrast with the surrounding humid, hot and lush environment, as if an invisible giant had drawn a fierce line on the green canvas with a pen of frost.

Alvin followed behind, stepping on the crackling ice chips, and couldn't help but compare himself with several ice magic masters he knew.

Solanlian's frost magic is like a precise scalpel, elegant and efficient, full of the artistic sense of elven magic.

Although I have never seen the ice magic of the Naga witch Cordelia, I have seen her water elemental servant, so she must be a master of magic.

As for Stellagosa in front of him, her spellcasting was obviously completely different from the former. It was a kind of spellcasting that came from the essence of the dragon and was almost like power. It was pure and direct, with an unquestionable power.

In terms of the majesty and power of magic, Stella is probably the strongest among them.

Stella would occasionally turn her head slightly and quickly glance behind her out of the corner of her eye to confirm that the troublesome human was still following her obediently and had not stepped on any traps or been scared by any strange insects.

"Um, Stella,"

Alvin couldn't help but speak, breaking the monotonous cracking sound in the ice tunnel.

"Do you want to rest for a while? Won't you get tired from bombarding like this? Do you still have enough magic power?"

He was a little worried that this luxurious way of casting spells would consume too much energy.

Stella didn't even bother to turn around completely, she just shook her delicate chin slightly, her blue hair fluttering slightly in the icy mist, as a response.

Just as she was about to raise her hand again and transform another thorn bush in the way into an ice sculpture, Alvin suddenly called out, "Wait!"

He rushed forward, his eyes fixed on the roots of a bush that was affected by the edge of the ice but not yet completely shattered.

He carefully used his feet to push aside the remaining branches and leaves, revealing a prone body.

Judging from the dark, rough fabric and rugged cut, it was the robe of a Twilight's Hammer orc warlock.

"There is a situation."

Alvin whispered, looking around warily.

He didn't dare touch it directly with his hands, so he picked up a broken branch that was frozen hard from the side, reached out carefully, pressed against the shoulder of the corpse, and pushed it hard to turn it over.

The front of the corpse was exposed.

He was indeed a strong orc, but his death was extremely strange.

His skin was an unnatural bluish-purple color, his facial features were distorted by extreme fear, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were dilated, as if he had seen the most horrifying scene in the world before he died.

There was dried black blood foam at the corners of his mouth, and there were tiny traces of blood in his nostrils and ears. These were typical symptoms of internal bleeding, as if something had exploded from his body.

"What kind of evil magic is this?"

Alvin frowned, squatted down and looked carefully, but could not see any signs of physical trauma.

If it was a fire or frost spell, there would be obvious scars, and a shadow spell would produce large-scale corrosive wounds, but the person in front of him did not seem to have any obvious injuries.

"It's the curse of the dead."

A cold voice sounded behind him.

Stellagosa had stood beside him at some point. She glanced at the corpse, her eyes filled with the indifference and disgust that a dragon might have for mortal death.

Seeing Alvin still looking puzzled, she quickly explained impatiently, "Simply put, the hateful souls of the deceased, unable to rest in peace, transform into malicious energy. They hate all living beings and will instinctively attack any living thing, devouring its vitality."

Undead...

Alvin's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately thought of Farah who was sealed in the moonstone.

He had tried several times to communicate with Moonstone using gentle holy light energy, hoping to awaken her dormant consciousness, but he had never received any response.

Just when he relaxed because of this momentary distraction, something strange happened!

Two balls of dark green flames suddenly burst out from the orc's wide-open eyes!

At the same time, a green light as thick as substance gushed out of his big mouth, which was frozen with an expression of fear!

The three green lights were like living poisonous snakes, twisting into a soul-screaming sound that was filled with biting coldness and sickening, and flew straight towards the face of Alvin who was squatting on the ground!

"careful!"

Alvin only had time to feel a cold breath of death blowing in his face, and the next second he felt someone tug at his collar from behind, and he fell backward uncontrollably, sitting down on the cold frozen ground.

Almost at the same time, with Stellagosa as the center, an invisible arcane energy rapidly expanded in all directions like an explosion!

"boom--!"

There was only a loud explosion as if space itself was being squeezed.

It's Arcane Explosion!

The pure magic shock wave was like the purest repulsive field, instantly sweeping across the area.

The green light that rushed towards Alvin was like hitting an invisible wall, making a shrill scream and was shattered.

The moment the arcane energy swept through the orc's corpse, it twitched violently as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer.

Immediately afterwards, a translucent green spirit with a distorted, hideous face and fangs was forced out of the corpse's mouth.

Its huge mouth opened at an incredible angle, and it let out a silent and resentful roar at Stellagosa who had ruined its plans.

Stellagosa's eyes turned cold, and without hesitation, she raised her hand again.

"boom!"

The second arcane explosion!

This time the magical impact was more concentrated and hit the vengeful spirit with precision.

The ghost screamed even more painfully, but the screams became much fainter. It seemed to finally realize that the blue existence before it was something it could never contend with. It glared at Alvin with resentment, then turned around and floated away as quickly as smoke, disappearing into the shadows of the dense jungle.

Alvin sat on the ground in shock, patted his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death... Thank you so much for what happened just now, Stella! You saved me for the third time!"

Stellagosa walked up to him and looked down at him, her beautiful blue eyes filled with speechlessness and disgust.

"you,"

She spoke word by word, with disbelief in her tone.

"Are you really the legendary 'Miracle Priest'? In this cursed land, where the undead are rampant, you dare to be distracted and dazed in front of a corpse? Where are your Holy Light Sense and basic vigilance? Have they been eaten by mosquitoes in the jungle?"

Alvin smirked as he climbed to his feet, brushing the ice and dirt off his butt. "Well, people make mistakes, and horses stumble. Besides, don't I trust you? With the powerful Miss Blue Dragon by my side, what's wrong with me letting my guard down a bit?"

"Humph,"

Stella turned her head.

"Next time you daydream again, I'll let that ghost kiss you. Maybe it prefers a 'miracle' like you."

"do not!"

Alvin immediately made an exaggerated expression of fear.

"I can't handle that kind of passionate kiss. Stella, your Arcane Explosion is more reassuring, even though it hurts a bit to sit on it..."

The corners of Stella's mouth seemed to curl upwards very slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me. If you keep touching things, I'll use an ice path to slide you directly to the entrance of Dire Maul—the kind that'll land you face-first."