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

Chapter 666 The Survivors of Syndra

At the site of Imhotep's soon-to-be-annihilated remains.

Space was like a torn piece of silk, revealing a twisted and chaotic dark purple space behind it—a fleeting glimpse of the distorted void. Countless agonizing wails and mad roars leaked out like tangible sound waves, sending chills down one's spine.

The remaining will of the hellhound roared in resentment, but it could not resist the pull of the dark forces from the depths of the universe.

Its massive body was gradually pulverized, and the fragments were forcibly sucked into that eternal chaos.

Only Elwynn knew that this was not the end; Imorta would draw energy from the void there, slowly reshaping its body in anticipation of resurrection.

As the crisis seemed to be over, a strong feeling of exhaustion gripped Stellagrasa.

She staggered, her face as pale as paper. The destructive ray she had just unleashed had almost drained every last bit of her magic circuits, leaving her body as empty as a field swept by a hurricane.

She learned this spell from Malygos, the Blue Dragonflight King. It was said to be a spell that the Blue Dragonflight King and Deathwing, the Black Dragonflight King, researched together when they were young, but it was not fully completed at the time. It was really lucky that she was able to use it this time.

However, this move was indeed powerful, almost exhausting Miss Blue Dragon's magic power.

She forced herself to raise her slightly trembling hand. Above her palm, the air distorted, and wisps of sparse magical energy, accompanied by a faint blue light, gathered and condensed with difficulty into a handful of clear spring water.

She carefully took a small sip herself first, and the cool energy seeped into her parched meridians like silk threads, slowly restoring her magic.

On the other side, Elwin also let out a suppressed groan at the right time, his body swayed, and his left hand tightly covered his shoulder—near the spot where he had been grazed by the fel laser earlier.

His brows were furrowed, his face was drained of color, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, as if even standing was extremely difficult. He looked exactly like someone who had overdrawn both his magic and physical strength, and might even have aggravated old injuries.

Seeing this, Stella bit her lower lip, disregarding any secrecy between men and women.

She quickly stepped forward and used her rather thin body to support Alvin's swaying figure.

She could feel the weight of his body and his slight trembling, and her heart leaped into her throat.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you just heal yourself? Don't scare me!"

Her voice trembled without her even realizing it as she carefully brought her hand, filled with the magical spring water, to Elwin's lips. "Quick, drink some water; it'll restore some magic... Do you want some bread?"

Elwin leaned weakly against her, feeling the coolness of the blue dragon's body, like lying on a soft waterbed. He took a sip of the slightly sweet magical spring water from her hand.

However, as soon as he swallowed the water, he suddenly coughed violently, his body contorting in pain as if he were about to cough up his lungs.

"Cough...cough cough...I...I think..."

He spoke haltingly, his voice barely a whisper, each word as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

Stella's heart sank instantly. The image of him being struck by the fel flames flashed through her mind. Could the fel corruption be more severe than it appeared?

Or did his forced use of shadow magic leave him with terrible aftereffects?

An inexplicable sense of panic made her eyes slightly red.

"What? Alvin! Hang in there! Tell me what to do! You have to hold on! You can't leave me!"

Just as Stella was so anxious that tears were falling, Elwin's curled-up body suddenly stopped trembling.

He abruptly raised his head, his face no longer showing any trace of pain or weakness; his eyes gleamed with a cunning light, and his voice was loud and full of energy:

"I think I've recovered!"

"??????"

Stella was taken aback at first, then realized that she had been tricked by this despicable guy again!

Worry instantly transformed into overwhelming anger and shame, and her pale cheeks flushed crimson from the rush of blood to her head.

Enraged to the point of almost jumping up, she disregarded the magic spring and quickly and accurately pinched the soft flesh of Elwin's waist again, this time using real strength.

"Elwin! You bastard! You lied to me again!!"

She twisted it hard while gritting her teeth and growling.

"Hahaha! Ouch! Gently, gently!"

While exclaiming in exaggerated pain, Alvin couldn't help but burst into laughter. He rolled over and pinned her down, pinning her hands down to prevent her from succeeding. His previous appearance of being seriously injured and on the verge of death had long been forgotten.

Seeing Stella struggling and crying, it was clear that she was truly enraged.

Elwin was soon unable to control himself, after all, there was a real dragon beneath him.

He looked at the lovely girl, his heart filled with tenderness, and lowered his head to kiss her.

"Well......"

Stella, who was crying and making a fuss, lost her grip on her lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

Her strength inexplicably vanished, and she was no longer able to push Alvin away.

Alvin's kisses grew increasingly intense, and Stella even felt breathless. She pressed her hands on Alvin's shoulders but couldn't muster any strength. She could only close her eyes tightly, drifting with the waves like a leaf on the sea.

Just as they were playing around, a rustling whisper came from the edge of the hall.

Alvin immediately stopped what he was doing and looked back warily.

An archway at the edge of the inner area, which had been concealed by illusions or mechanisms, had somehow opened.

Behind the door, some figures peeked out indistinctly—their skin was pale from long periods without sunlight, their ears were long and pointed, and they wore tattered robes that still vaguely revealed their former elegance; these were the Sindra elves trapped here.

They cautiously peered into the arena, especially when they saw that the spot where Imothar had been was now just a charred ruin, and that Elwin and Stella were passionately kissing in the middle of the arena. They were so frightened that they trembled and dared not approach.

Stella also saw these people, her face instantly turning as red as burning steel. She kicked Alvin away, quickly got up, and straightened her clothes and hair.

"Ugh!"

Elwin, who had been kicked away, crashed heavily to the ground, but quickly got up and pretended that nothing had happened.

Damn it, these people couldn't have come at the worst possible time, Alvin thought.

"Come out, everyone, Imorta has been killed."

Elwyn shouted to them in Kaldorei, "They should be able to understand, right?"

Sure enough, a bold elf mustered up his courage and shakily stepped out.

He was very cautious, carefully examining the ground where only traces of fel ash and holy frost remained. He then looked up at the dome, which was no longer blocked by an energy barrier, and an unbelievable light gradually shone in his turbid eyes.

"It's really gone, it's disappeared..."

He muttered to himself, then, as if confirming some incredibly good news, he mustered all his strength, turned to his terrified compatriots behind him, and shouted hoarsely, "Imortar! That demon! It's gone! Gone! We're free?!"

The shout was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, stirring up a thousand waves.