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

Alvin closed his eyes and began to mobilize the magic power in his body. He could feel the magical fluctuations in the grains, the magic network spread in the air in the cave, and even a huge collection of magic behind him.

Alvin knew that it was the Naga lady.

Then, his consciousness began to wander through the grains along the magic web, trying to capture any trace of magic.

A few minutes passed, Alvin's brows furrowed slightly, and sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

I changed another bag of grains and continued to feel the traces of magic in them.

"good news!"

Alvin smiled and said that through the previous exploration, he did not feel any abnormal magical energy fluctuations in the grains, only some densely packed microorganisms that could only be seen under a microscope.

"These plagues are not magically catalyzed!"

At this time he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Since no traces of magic were found, it at least proves that these grains have not been catalyzed by evil witchcraft.

It should still be just a plague in the biological sense. In this case, my own disease-curing skills should be effective.

"These grains are currently infected by bacteria or viruses. My magic should be able to purify the dirt!"

"Bacteria? Viruses? What's that?"

Cordelia frowned. Although these were words she had never heard of before, seeing Alvin's confident look, her confidence gradually increased.

"What are we going to do?"

Alvin took a deep breath, put down his hands and gently stroked the grains, closed his eyes, and selected the skill icon "Cure Disease" in his mind.

As he chanted the spell, the magic web in his body began to become active, flickering with a faint light.

A soft light flowed out from Alvin's fingertips and seeped into the grain like a trickle of water.

The light gradually grew brighter, as if it were alive and moving among the grains.

Every grain of grain is enveloped in this magical light, emitting a warm glow.

Soon, the light grew brighter and brighter, and the grains seemed to be given new life under the light, becoming crystal clear. The air was filled with a fresh scent, like the fragrance of spring flowers.

The light gradually faded, and the grains returned to their original appearance, but appeared fuller and healthier.

Alvin stroked the grains again, activating the magic net in his body to explore again, and confirmed that the microorganisms in it had also disappeared. Then he stood up, raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face, and then turned his head to give Naga a thumbs up.

"As I expected, the plague in the grain has been driven away!"

Naga stepped forward and pierced the sack with her staff. Crystal clear grains of food flowed out of it one by one. But the cautious Naga raised the corners of her mouth slightly, turned her head, pointed her staff at a fishman and gave an order.

"You, come here and have a bite of this food!"

As expected of Naga, she is really evil and can do such a thing!

But Alvin was confident that he had dispelled the dirt from the grain.

Cordelia stared coldly at the fishman in front of her, the light in her eyes icy and bone-chilling.

She waved her hand impatiently, signaling the other fishmen to push the unfortunate guy in front of the grain.

The fishman trembled, his eyes full of fear. Even with his underdeveloped brain, he knew that he was just a tool used by the Naga mistress to test whether the grains were poisonous.

"eat!"

Naga's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.

The fishman stretched out his hand tremblingly, picked up a handful of grains, put the grains to his mouth tremblingly, and finally put the grains into his mouth under the gaze of the Naga.

The murloc's body twitched slightly with fear, while the Naga watched all this coldly, with no expression on her face.

She only cared about the safety of the grain and didn't care about the life or death of the fishmen.

A few minutes passed and the fishman was still alive. Although there was no expression on his face, it seemed that he showed no signs of poisoning.

Alvin used magic to examine the fishman's body, but found nothing unusual.

Naga nodded with satisfaction and waved her hand to signal her men to take the murloc away and lock him up first.

She turned around and looked at Alvin beside her, seeming to be very satisfied with Alvin's performance.

"Very good, Mr. Alvin Priest. Frankly, I didn't believe in your abilities at first. I never thought there would be someone like you among humans. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. It's a pity you're not from the sea tribe, otherwise I would be very interested in taking you home."

"Forehead......"

Alvin wondered if the warlocks of this era had developed the ability to breathe underwater.

But it seems that warlocks are still active underground, secretly conducting research in the basement of the "Lamb to the Slaughter" bar in Stormwind?

After all, orc spells are chanted in the orc language, which is a completely new path for the humans here.

"It seems your magic really works,"

Naga said coldly, her voice coming from under the mask, reducing her majesty by half.

I wonder if Naga will compensate me with a hurdle vest after it's all over, Alvin wondered.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

The banshee asked anxiously, after all, she didn't want to turn into a zombie either.

"Then I want to look at the zombies that have already been transformed to see if they can be saved and if I can transform them back again."

Naga shook her head.

"What do you mean? Are you saying they can't be restored? I think you can let me give it a try..."

"There are no more zombies,"

Naga poked the ground with her staff, sparks flew out,

"I killed them all! All those who started to transform, they would soon become our enemies, attacking others, transforming others. I had no choice but to kill them all!"

......

Alvin saw that the two hands on the right side of Cordelia's body were tightly gripping the staff. Her hands, which were originally white to the point of being bluish, had turned a crimson purple due to the excessive force.

He could feel Naga's pain.

Although she was cruel and cunning, and had unparalleled power as a ruler, all of this was in vain when facing natural disasters. Everyone was the same, with only a deep sense of powerlessness.

Most people, when faced with this situation, seem to have only this one solution. This is the case with Cordelia now, and will be the case with Arthas in the future. However, Cordelia did not execute those who have been infected but have not yet begun to transform. It may also be because she herself was infected.

"Okay, then it's the turn of us plague carriers."

Alvin looked at Naga.

"Dear Madam, I don't know how long you have been infected, so I would like to start with you. Please..."

Alvin looked at Cordelia, only to find that she was pale and her body was twitching slightly.

The snake belly that supported his body was also shaking violently. He originally thought that Naga was a little emotional because of what she had just said.

However, he suddenly felt that the fluctuations of the magic network in Naga's body became extremely chaotic.

An ominous premonition suddenly arose in Alvin's heart.