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

The rotting war bear, firmly bound by chains of holy light, let out a mournful and painful howl.

The sound was like the shriek of a soul being burned by flames.

Golden chains were deeply embedded in its rotting flesh and exposed bones. The holy energy clashed violently with the necromantic energy within it, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound and wisps of black smoke.

It struggled and writhed frantically, but could not budge the slightest bit from the sacred bondage that specifically restrained the dead.

At this moment——

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sharp whistling sound rang out again!

Several arrows came in succession from different angles, aimed directly at Elwin, who was maintaining his spell, and Stella, who was still trapped in the ice! Clearly, the archers in the shadows were getting anxious when they saw their companions trapped, and their attacks became increasingly urgent.

"True Word Spell: Barrier!!"

Despite the danger, Elwin remained calm. He slammed the Naru Douluo in his hand to the ground, and a hemispherical, glass-like golden holy light shield instantly opened up around him, enveloping him and the ice block that was right next to him.

The arrows struck the shield, producing a dense sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves, but they could only create ripples of golden light, unable to penetrate the solid barrier of holy light.

Seeing this, the opponent became even more impatient, and fired arrows like a machine gun, trying to break through the defense with frequency.

However, this intense attack actually revealed his location!

Alvin's sharp gaze instantly locked onto the shadowy area at the top of a huge pillar to his left.

"Found you! Holy Light Yo-Yo!"

Elwyn pointed his staff in that direction.

A fist-sized, golden orb of light, radiating a warm glow like a physical object, instantly condensed and then shot out at an astonishing speed, contrary to the trajectory of the incoming arrow!

The ball of light drew a straight golden line in the air at an extraordinary speed.

The enemy lurking in the shadows clearly hadn't expected Elwin to launch such a precise and rapid counterattack from such a distance, and they'd never heard of such a strange spell name before.

A faint sound of surprise came from the shadows, as if someone had been stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening and trying to dodge. But it was too late!

"Hey!!"

The holy light yo-yo struck the shadow atop the pillar precisely, producing a dull, burning sound.

A faint, suppressed groan could be heard. The ball of light seemed to have completed its mission, and returned along the same path with the same speed, merging into Elwin's staff.

Stella, who had just used her magic to shatter the ice protecting her from within and escaped, witnessed this miraculous scene. She blinked in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Holy Light Yo-Yo? What kind of spell is that? What kind of ridiculous name is that?"

Elwin put away his staff and raised an eyebrow smugly.

"That's a very descriptive name! Look, you throw it, it hits someone, and it flies back. What else could it be like but a yo-yo?"

He didn't offer much explanation, because there were more important things to do right now.

He sensed that after being hit, the enemy seemed to have concealed their presence and stopped attacking, clearly hiding after being injured.

After waiting for a long time, the other side did not launch another attack.

Alvin's eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.

He cleared his throat and spoke loudly to the seemingly empty shadows around him: "No matter who you are, or what other being you are, you don't seem to be a creature that should exist normally in this world."

His voice echoed across the empty platform.

"If you are stuck here because of some unfulfilled wish, strong obsession, or reasons beyond your control, I am willing to listen and do my best to help you, as long as you can stop this pointless sneak attack."

Then, he changed the subject.

"However, if you refuse to communicate and insist on being my enemy..."

His staff pointed at the rotting war bear, still struggling painfully within the chains of holy light, its cries growing weaker and weaker.

"Then I'll have to start with your companions. Holy Light is never stingy when it comes to purifying something like it."

As he spoke, he deliberately made the light at the tip of his staff even more intense, and more holy light energy surged toward the bound war bear like a stream.

Under the scorching holy light, the war bear's howls became even more miserable, and the black smoke from its body grew thicker, as if it would be completely annihilated at any moment.

Stella watched from the side, her lips twitching slightly. She thought to herself: This guy is threatening the dead and torturing people... who is the villain in the story?

"stop!"

A deep, suppressed female voice finally emerged from the shadows.

Behind the pillar that Elwin had attacked earlier, a figure slowly emerged.

It was the ghost of a female elf hunter. Surprisingly, she, like the rotting war bear, had a body, though her pale body indicated that she was no longer alive.

She was dressed in a smart hunting outfit, one hand covering her shoulder where she had just been hit by the holy light yo-yo, where faint wisps of purified blue smoke were still emanating.

Her face still faintly showed the heroic spirit and beauty she had in life, but now it was filled with pain and anger, as well as lividity.

"Let go of my partner!"

The undead Kaldorei hunter glared at Elwynn.

"If you have any tricks up your sleeve, come at me!"

Elwin did not immediately withdraw the Holy Light, but he slightly reduced the energy output, which lessened the howling of the war bear.

"That's great. I don't actually like fighting. I prefer to resolve things through negotiation."

Alvin chuckled, "What's your name? Judging from your condition... things don't look too good..."

"...that talkative fellow..."

The undead hunter snorted coldly.

“My name is Irina Darkwood.”

"Huh? If you're a Shadow Priest, then what am I? Don't lie to me, you're clearly a Hunter!"

Alvin said.

Stellagoth was initially nervous upon seeing the undead, but Elwynn's words left her both amused and exasperated.

"Hey! I think she meant her surname, Anmu! The Mu of wood! I've heard of that surname before."

"..." Alvin showed no embarrassment, naturally skipping this part and calmly continuing to ask, "We had no intention of being your enemy; you launched the attack first. Tell me, why did you attack us?"

"why?"

A look of grief and indignation appeared on the face of the ghost named Irina.

"Because you killed my own people! Those banshees that roamed the temples!"

Alvin shook his head.

“You mean those banshees? How can that be called killing? I merely used holy light to send their souls, which were bound by this cursed land, back to where they belonged. It was a purification and liberation. They were already dead, trapped here by an eternal curse. How could I possibly kill them again? I was helping them find peace.”

Upon hearing this, Irina remained silent for a moment, her anger subsiding slightly, seemingly moved by Elwin's words.

She looked at the war bear languishing in the holy light, then at Elwin and the wary Stella beside him, and finally sighed.

Why are you here? And why are you different from those female demons?

"Irwin continued to ask."

"I am the hunter captain here..."

"The undead hunter said in a low voice."

"I was once a hunter captain in El Retharas. I followed Prince Thosedrin and was responsible for protecting the city's security... until he betrayed me."

"Betrayal? What exactly happened?"

Erwin pressed on, sensing that he was finally getting to the heart of the matter.

Isalis's ghostly face showed deep pain and fear, as if recalling the past she least wanted to remember.

She looked at Alvin, and a hint of...pleading appeared in her eyes.

"Outsider, your power is peculiar and immense. If you are truly willing to help,"

Her voice trembled.

"I beg you, save my fellow countrymen who are still alive! Save the Sindra elves who are still being deceived and enslaved by Prince Thosedrin!"

Alvin and Stella exchanged a glance, both of them tensing up.

"What exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

The undead took a deep breath of air that it didn't need.

“It was the prince… Prince Torsedrin! To keep the city running and our twisted immortality, he tricked and imprisoned a powerful demon—Imorthal! Then, he frantically extracted Imorthal's demonic power, using it as the energy source for the entire Sindra race to survive! We… we all became monsters dependent on demonic energy to live! To feed that monster, the prince had to regularly sacrifice those who couldn't withstand his power or resisted him, and I didn't want to be his accomplice, so he killed me… and used demonic power to imprison my soul in this already rotting corpse. He turned me into an eternal undead, guarding this cage of despair!”