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

Calpurnia stopped crying.

"I'll listen to you, Alvin."

She wiped her tears and reached out to grab Akalitasa, trying to pull her away from Alvin.

But after trying, he found that the girl was extremely strong and his strength was completely useless.

"Akaritasa, be obedient. Now that your sister is not here, you have to listen to me."

She tried hard to hold back her tears, sobbing as she said, "Curing diseases is the priest's job. We can't do anything here, and we'll only cause trouble for Alvin. Now we have to listen to Alvin and go to town to find the villain who poisoned us!"

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Akali Tasha felt extremely aggrieved, so she let go of Alvin, covered her face and started crying.

Caponia picked up Akalita and, while Alvin was not paying attention, threw herself into his arms and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"I'll wait for you to come back! If you don't come back, I'll come find you!"

After saying this, he pulled Akalitasa up, turned around, and resolutely walked back the way he came.

She didn't dare look back, for fear that if she did, she would never be able to leave again.

But Akalitrasa kept looking back, and her tears fell into the cave, mixing with the wet sea water on the cave floor.

Marcus looked at Alvin. The veteran took off his helmet and saluted Alvin with a standard Lordaeron military salute. The other guards also saluted Alvin along with their commander.

Alvin said nothing, just waved.

Mayor Marcus sighed and led the team to chase after the two girls.

"What a touching farewell!"

Cordelia exclaimed in admiration, but a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Now, dear Reverend Mr., how are you going to begin?"

Alvin ignored Naga's almost sarcastic admiration. He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the memories of his previous life.

When the fish people saw that the large human army had left and only one person was left, they gradually relaxed their vigilance, got up from the ground, and put down their weapons.

After a long silence, Alvin opened his eyes and decided to start with the infected grains.

"Ms. Cordelia, is there any plague grain left? I need to check it first. After all, if what you said is the source of the plague, I need to see if it can be purified."

In fact, he is a little guilty now, because according to his previous memory, the plague raging in Lordaeron is almost unsolvable, because it is not just a virus or bacterial infection in the biological sense, but a concentrated outbreak catalyzed by some evil magic.

Stratholme is the best example, where the plague was so severe that even the holy light of Uther the Lightbringer could not dispel it.

Moreover, the plague transformed the undead very quickly from infection to death, only taking one day.

Alvin speculated that on the one hand, it might be because after years of research and experiments by the Curse Cult, the plague had become very mature and efficient;

On the other hand, there is a powerful Dreadlord who constantly casts spells to promote the transformation of the people in the city.

The extremely fast onset time, coupled with the inability to be purified by holy light, made the young Prince Arthas believe that he had no way out, which eventually led to the massacre of the city.

Now we can only pray that the current plague is in an early stage and is not untreatable.

In addition, there will not be a powerful psychic working overtime to cast spells to promote the transformation.

Naga nodded, and she moved her snake-like body to lead Alvin to a corner of the cave where some uneaten grains were piled.

"That's all,"

Cordelia pointed her staff at the sack in the corner.

"No one has come near here since the problem was discovered."

It can be seen that the fish people are trembling and hiding far away behind.

It seems that even their not-so-bright brains know that it is this kind of picked-up thing that has cost the lives of their compatriots.

Alvin took out a handkerchief from his arms. This was the handkerchief he had used to wrap the arcane crystal he had obtained from Arugal.

He folded the handkerchief, wrapped it around his face, covering his mouth and nose, and tied it in a knot at the back of his head.

Naga watched Alvin do all this with great interest and said jokingly, "Why, are you planning to become a bandit or a thief?"

You have no idea how much experience I have in fighting plagues! Alvin thought.

"No one knows more about viruses than me! Even though we've been infected, if you don't want to make things worse, I suggest you wear one too!"

Alvin was too lazy to explain to her now.

Cordelia looked at herself, then spread her hands and smiled at Alvin.

Only then did Alvin realize that in addition to the scales protecting her body, she only wore a top woven with two huge shells and silver threads on the key position of her chest!

It’s more like three points than a top - a two-point swimsuit.

Alvin looked at the fishmen again. These brain-shrunken fellows were either naked or wearing a tattered and yellowed cloth...

Do we have to use the Murloc's loincloth as a mask for the Naga???

Cordelia followed Alvin's gaze and instantly understood what he was thinking.

Her originally blue and white face suddenly turned dark blue due to the surge of blood.

"Don't tell me what you're thinking, or I might freeze you into ice!"

Alvin sighed, having no choice but to unbutton the front of his robe and pull hard at the underwear inside, tearing off a piece of the white cross-body vest he had been wearing from Zul'Aman to Southshore.

"Here, make do with it. You can't let me tear my robe apart! Apart from this, the only cloth left on my body is a pair of underwear!"

"Humph!"

Cordelia gritted her teeth and snatched the white cloth from Alvin's hand.

When has the Naga, who have lived for thousands of years, ever suffered such humiliation?

In the Naga tribe, male Nagas all have fish heads that are similar to beasts, so the Naga tribe has always been a matriarchal society.

From my grandmother, to my mother, to myself, which one of them is not a well-known figure?

She had actually fallen to the point of hanging a stinky man’s underwear on her face!

But now the situation was urgent and she couldn't care less. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and wrapped the hurdle vest around her face with trembling hands.

It was kind of funny, and Alvin had to hold back his laughter with great pain.

But Cordelia was surprised to find that Alvin's hurdle vest was not smelly at all, but instead had a warm and comfortable feeling from being exposed to the sun!

It's like diving under the sea, with the sunlight penetrating the water and shining on your face, warm and soft.

"Very comfortable, huh?"

Alvin looked at Naga.

"I just washed it yesterday. Doesn't it smell like the sun? I'm telling you, it's actually mites..."

Alvin's voice came out from the mask, muffled and unclear.

"Stop talking!"

Cordelia was about to vomit. Although she didn't know what mites were, anything with the word "worm" in its name was definitely not a good thing!

When she finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to freeze this damn human into an ice stick, she suddenly found that this guy was already squatting in front of the grain.

The man took a deep breath and seemed to be making up his mind.

Then he carefully reached out his hand and gently touched the surface of a bag of plague grain with his palm.