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

Alvin abruptly turned to the ashen-faced Kaledis, his voice low.

"Didn't you say before that the invaders were teleported to another area by the barrier stone? How did they end up here, and even get there before us?!"

Karedis trembled with fear, almost collapsing to the ground. He hurriedly explained in a tearful voice, "Yes, yes, he was teleported away! But after all the barrier stones were closed, not only did the barrier imprisoning Imhotep disappear, but the magical isolation between many areas within Eldre'Thalas also failed!"

"Those areas that were originally separated have now been reconnected through many passages, and, ultimately, they all lead to the Prince's Dark Palace!"

"I think those green guys must have found another way from the area they were teleported to, and got here before you!"

Alvin and Stella quickly exchanged a glance.

“If the regional isolation disappears, Akalitha and Green Shadow should theoretically be able to find the way here very quickly.”

Stella whispered, her tone sounding somewhat disappointed.

"But we can't wait for them."

Alvin failed to detect Stella's emotions and instead turned his gaze back to the ominous stone door in front of him.

"The tremor just now indicates that the situation inside is changing rapidly. We must go in immediately to prevent the worst from happening!"

"go!"

They forced the dazed and disoriented Kaledis to lead the way into the darkness beyond the archway.

Behind the door was a dilapidated corridor.

The splendor and exquisite beauty of the ancient elven architecture are still faintly discernible—towering domes, and faded murals and reliefs remaining on the walls, depicting the scene of the Kaldorei Empire at its peak: towering forests, bright moonlight, and elves living in harmony with nature...

However, at this moment, everything was covered with thick dust, cobwebs, and many places had collapsed. Huge stone pillars were broken and crumbling, blocking some of the passageways.

The air was filled with the unchanging musty smell of millennia, as well as a deeper, decaying odor that seemed to originate from the stone itself.

“This place was originally illuminated by the Eternal Magic Lamp,”

Karedis walked with uneven steps, explaining in a trembling voice,

"But the energy core is Imhotar, so it has now been extinguished as well."

Only the light from the holy staff in Elwin's hand struggled to carve out a small visible area in this ancient darkness that swallowed all light. The flickering light cast grotesque and twisted shadows on the broken walls and ruins, adding to the eeriness of the place.

They proceeded cautiously along the main road, passing through several equally magnificent but deathly silent halls, and crossing an arched bridge formed by the entanglement of enormous tree roots, beneath which lay a bottomless crevice.

Finally, at the end of the road, a pair of giant doors, tens of meters high and inlaid with dark metal, appeared.

The carvings on the door were no longer of nature and stars, but of distorted demonic faces and obscure evil runes, faintly radiating unsettling energy fluctuations.

Without Kaledis's guidance, Elwin and Stella knew they had arrived at their destination—the very heart of the Dark Temple, where Prince Tosederin resided.

Alvin took a deep breath, met Stella's gaze, and they nodded to each other.

He reached out and forcefully pushed open the heavy, massive door—

The scene inside the door startled even the two well-traveled individuals.

This is an unimaginably huge circular hall, even larger than the inner chamber where Imhotar was previously imprisoned.

The dome of the hall was so high that its top was hidden in the deep darkness.

The surroundings were constructed of pure shadows, within which countless illusory images of tormented souls appeared and disappeared, emitting silent wails.

At the center of the hall was a slowly operating fel magic circle, with green energy pulsating across the ground like blood vessels, drawing energy from all directions, especially from the abyss beneath its feet.

The air was filled with a pungent stench.

In the arena, a bizarre standoff ensued between the two sides.

Deep within, a figure sits atop a throne made of black crystal.

You can still vaguely make out the slender figure of the Dark Elf, but his purple skin is covered with dark red patterns, and wisps of fel energy green light shine through the cracks.

His hair, like burning green flames, flowed upwards.

His eyes transformed into eyeballs burning with green flames, and crackling arcs of fel energy crackled around his fingertips. The oppressive aura emanating from him was even more suffocating than that of Imortar.

This is the fallen Prince Sindragosa – Tosedrin.

Not far from the throne stood a group of incongruous figures.

The leader was a tall, two-headed ogre dressed in dark robes!

Both of them wore hoods, but their exposed faces were equally ferocious. One head had cunning and cruel eyes, while the other head appeared even more insane and chaotic.

For some reason, Elwyn immediately realized that he was none other than Cho'gall, the leader of the Twilight's Hammer.

Several orc warlocks followed Cho'gall, their bodies radiating a strong aura of shadow and fel energy, watching the new intruder warily.

Elwin and Stella became the third parties who disrupted this delicate balance.

"Oh? Look who this is?"

Tosedrin, seated on the throne, spoke first, his voice low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken normally in a long time.

His gaze swept past Gugal, landing directly on Elwin and his group, finally settling on the trembling Kaledis. "My poor, incompetent mayor... not only did you lose my pet, but you also brought those wretched rats to my temple?"

Karedis was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face: "Your Highness! Spare me! I was forced! They, they..."

"call out!"

His words stopped abruptly.

Tosedrin didn't even get up; his fel-burning pupils narrowed slightly, and a pure green ray, as green as jade, shot out from his eyes in an instant, faster than he could react!

"Pfft!"

The ray struck Careddis precisely on the forehead, making a sound like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The terror on Karedis's face froze instantly. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His entire body, starting from the part that was hit, was rapidly corroded by fel energy, turning into a sizzling, viscous green liquid!

After casually disposing of the useless servants, Tosedrin acted as if he had completed a trivial task, then turned his gaze back to Elwin and Stella: "So, you unpleasant creatures who have intruded into my city, are you here to witness the birth of a new world, or to become new sacrifices?"

Alvin felt a chill run down his spine; Tosedrin's power was indeed unfathomable.

Wasn't that move just now similar to the Demon Hunter's "Eye Beam" skill?

The changes in the prince, and this move he's using... could it be that Tosedrin has also become a demon hunter?

But to be honest, he's more concerned about the other side right now.

"Gugal! I've been looking for you for so long! What are you doing here? What are you doing?!"

"Hey Hey......"

Gugal's two heads simultaneously emitted a deep, terrifying laugh, their obese bodies trembling with the sound.

“Miracle Priest Elwin... Hehehehe... I’ve heard your name for a long time... I never expected to meet you here, as you can see.”

"We have discovered that we share many...pleasant commonalities with His Highness."

Gugal chuckled, his two heads flying around as if each was saying a word, creating three eerie sights.

“We have all seen... the hypocrisy and fragility of this world order.” (Left head)

“We all yearn for…greater power…more essential…truth.” (Right head)

Tosedrin seemed quite pleased with Gugard's assessment.

"These distinguished guests have brought me a delightful gift."

"Thanks to a gift, I have become what I am today, possessing power surpassing Imorta!"

He raised his hand, and a small crystal bottle appeared at his fingertips, filled with an ominous green liquid that looked very viscous. Erwin thought they looked a bit like someone throwing a slime into a pot to boil.

Gugal's head bobbed smugly.

"This is just a small token of our sincerity, a gift from the distant depths of the Twisted Void," said the head on the left.

“However… with power always comes a price…” the head on the right said.

Tosedrin's eyes revealed an undisguised longing: "Why be bound by the cost when pursuing ultimate power? I can feel the power it contains! This is exactly what I have been pursuing all my life!"

He looked at Alvin, his tone carrying a declarative madness.

"So, yes, I agreed to the deal. I'll drink it and be reborn! And in return..."

With his other hand, he pointed to a corner of the hall where there seemed to be a small altar with an object shrouded in shadow on it.

“Master Gugar, that thing is yours now. Take it and leave this place.”

His gaze returned to Elwin and Stella, fel fire burning fiercely in his eyes.

"And I... still have to entertain my new guests..."

"My dear little devils, you will have the honor of becoming my first perfect trial subjects after I gain new power!"