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

While poor Miss Blue Dragon was frightened out of her wits by the hordes of female ghosts, in the deepest part of the maze-like palace of Dire Hammer, in a hall that still stubbornly retained its former glory, the atmosphere was equally oppressive and suffocating.

The interior of the palace is completely different from the dilapidated buildings in the outer area, and the original glory of the upper elf city of Eldre'Thalas can still be vaguely seen.

Crystal chandeliers, dusty but still sparkling, hang from the towering dome. The walls are inlaid with intricate patterns outlined with mithril and gems, depicting the scene of the Kaldorei Empire during its heyday.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows - although the outside has long been sealed and the scenery there is only an eternal magical scene - are still beautifully framed, with tattered silk curtains hanging low, and the floor is paved with smooth black marble like a mirror, reflecting the faint light from the dome.

The entire dim environment is filled with a madness where decay and elegance coexist, and time seems to have come to a standstill here.

A tall and slender male elf wearing exquisite dark leather armor was standing behind his desk.

His long silver hair was neatly tied back, revealing his pointed ears and a handsome yet sinister face.

The most eye-catching thing is the two elven swords slung across his back. The scabbards are engraved with ancient runes, faintly flowing with a dangerous arcane luster.

He is the ruler of this cursed city, the prince of the remnants of Eldre'Thalas - Tortheldrin.

At this moment, His Royal Highness the Prince was obviously in extreme anger.

His pale, slender fingers were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on the slightly bloated elf in front of him, wearing a purple-trimmed robe. His voice was like ice hitting rock.

"Kaledis!"

Torsedrin's roar echoed in the empty hall.

"Didn't you solemnly assure me before that those foul-smelling green beast invaders had been thrown into the ruins to the north by the teleportation array to fend for themselves? Then please tell me why I just felt that the barrier stone of the East District Garden was closed! The energy flow was interrupted! How do you explain this?!"

The elf known as Kaledis is the actual ruler of this twisted city.

The mayor was currently wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.

He knew the prince in front of him too well. Ten thousand years of isolation from the world and endless desire for magic had already tortured this once elegant nobleman to the point of moodiness and near madness.

Prince Tosedrin has become a despicable person who will do anything to achieve his goals and treats human life as worthless.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, calm down!"

Kaledis' voice trembled uncontrollably as he hurriedly explained,

"The initial group of invaders was indeed successfully transferred to the North District by the activated teleportation array! But, but later, it seems that another group of invaders arrived! Each time the teleportation array is activated, it needs at least three days to gather energy again, and it cannot be used continuously... So, this second group, they... they broke in through the main entrance..."

"Another batch?!"

Prince Totsedrin took a step forward, so fast that he created a gust of wind. He grabbed the collar of Kalidis' robe and almost lifted the unfortunate mayor off the ground.

He leaned close to Kaledis's terrified face, his eyes burning with paranoia, his lowered voice filled with deadly threats.

"Can you feel it? Hmm? I know! I know they're coming for my baby! I can feel it! They've closed the barrier stone and are closing in on us, step by step! They want to take away the hope I've been guarding for thousands of years!"

He threw Kalidis to the ground, looked down at the mayor who was curled up on the ground, and ordered word by word: "Now, immediately, go and clean up these two groups of ignorant invaders! Bring their heads to me! If you can't do it..."

The corner of Tosedlin's mouth curled up into a cruel arc.

"I'm going to feed you to my baby myself! Do you hear me?!"

The words "feed it to the baby" were like the most vicious curse, causing Kalidis to tremble like a sieve in an instant, his face as pale as a dead person.

He struggled to his feet on the icy ground, barely daring to look up at the prince's frantic eyes. He promised incoherently, "I heard it! Your Highness! I heard it! I'll go right away! I will definitely, definitely bring their heads to Your Highness! I will!"

He almost fled from the suffocating halls of Totsedrin on his hands and knees.

Only after he had rushed a long way and leaned his back against the cold wall did he dare to stop and gasp for breath.

When she thought of the so-called "treasure" mentioned by the prince, a chill ran down her spine to her head.

No!

Absolutely no failure!

Even if she died at the hands of the invaders and was chopped into pieces, it would be a thousand times better than being presented to the prince's "treasure"!

That kind of death...just imagining it makes one's soul tremble!

This was true. Kalidis would rather face the brutal invaders outside than experience such a terrible thing. His strong desire to survive drove him into action immediately.

"Don't be afraid, they are just some female ghosts. I am a pastor!"

Alvin's voice held a reassuring power.

He turned sideways, gently grasped Stellagosa's cold wrist, and carefully pulled the blue dragon lady, who was so frightened that her body was stiff and almost unable to think, behind him.

At the moment of contact, he could clearly feel the softness of her arms and the helplessness caused by extreme fear. He also vaguely heard Stella whispering something, but the voice was too soft for Alvin to hear. He suspected it was some kind of dragon language magic.

"Ghosts... ghosts... so many of them... they have no feet... they are floating... Malygos... please save the poor little star..."

Stella was like a wounded little animal, blocked behind Alvin. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and she subconsciously grasped the corner of Alvin's clothes behind her, as if it was the only driftwood in the raging sea.

Alvin's broad back was like a solid barrier, standing between her and the wandering terrifying ghosts.

"Don't be afraid! If the ghosts transformed from these elves are the same as the ghosts of humans or trolls, and are all products of negative energy that shouldn't exist in this world, then my holy light should be the best purifier for these guys!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised the Naaru Beacon in his hand.

With just a thought, pure and blazing divine energy instantly gathered at the top of his staff!

"In the name of Holy Light, Holy Fire!"

He growled and pointed his staff at the nearest banshee with long flowing hair and a distorted face.

A condensed flame of color fell from the sky, instantly cutting through the cold air of the hall and accurately hitting the illusory body of the banshee!