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

Chapter 645 Hammer of Doom

The reason why Alvin could judge the situation so confidently, in addition to Stella's analysis, was that there was still a vague memory of the attack on this place from another world in his mind.

He remembered that this cursed ruin was not a monolithic entity, but was divided into several independent areas, each with its own unique entrance.

In his vague memory, the area they are now in should be East of Doom, a garden area full of twisted tree people and unstable arcane devices. The final seal here is the terrifying demon Imortar and a prince.

The West District was once the arena of the upper elves, and the North District was the tribute area, which is said to be related to the ancient traditions of the elven nobility.

Now the upper elves in this ghost town have all become ghosts, so many different races have come and occupied other areas.

In the past, entering these areas required completing a series of tedious door-opening tasks, and only experienced veterans had the keys to the gates.

These fragmented memories are like scattered puzzle pieces. Although incomplete, they provide him with a big picture perspective that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

However, Stellagosa on the side found it difficult to understand Alvin's inexplicable confidence.

She watched Alvin's knowing expression as he surveyed the square, her blue eyes filled with confusion.

This guy clearly has only a vague understanding of arcane magic, so how come he seems to know the layout of this ancient elven city better than I do?

Where does he get his confidence from?

However, the greatest advantage of the Blue Dragon Clan is their extreme rationality. When faced with something difficult to understand, they will not rush to question or deny it, but tend to wait and see and verify it with facts.

If the extreme rationality of the day collapses, one will fall into extreme madness, like Malygos... or Big Guy...

"Never mind the treemen and the devices for now,"

Stella shook her head, drawing her attention back to the imminent problem. Her small nose moved slightly again, and her brows were furrowed.

"What's more concerning to me is that the scent of the orcs completely stops here. Just now in the tunnel, the stench was still very clear, guiding us here. But as soon as we left the tunnel, it was as if it had been wiped out of thin air, disappearing without a trace. This is completely illogical. Did they all evaporate?"

Alvin came back to his senses from his memories of the dungeon. Hearing Stella's question, he paused for a moment before explaining, "I experienced a similar situation in the elven ruins of Dark Coast. Did you notice those faint green runes on the walls of that corridor just now?"

He pointed in the direction they came from.

"A friend who's well-versed in Highborne magic once told me that those runes are an application of ancient elven spatial magic. They can subtly influence the perception of travelers and even fine-tune the actual destination of the passage. Simply put, we and the orcs may have taken the same passage, but thanks to the runes, we were guided to this East District Garden, while they were likely sent to an entirely different area, like the West District or somewhere else."

"Highborne?"

Stella caught this key word, and the doubt in her blue eyes became even more intense.

"The Highborne perished in the Sundering ten thousand years ago. Most of the survivors followed their Queen Azshara to the bottom of the ocean, becoming naga. Even I've never seen a living Highborne, so how could you possibly know someone who knew them?"

Her tone was filled with disbelief.

Alvin's heart skipped a beat as he realized he had let the cat out of the bag.

He couldn't explain that he heard it from the banshee Farah Starwish. It was really difficult to explain to outsiders that a priest who believed in the Holy Light carried an undead advisor with him, especially to a serious blue dragon lady.

He could only laugh it off and evade the question vaguely: "Well, there are always some ancient beings that remain hidden from the world! They live in seclusion in some corner of the world, and I just happened to encounter them. No need to go into the details!"

Stella looked at him and saw that he obviously didn't want to talk more. Although she was full of suspicion, her reason told her that now was not the time to ask further questions.

She could only curl her lips.

"Well, our knowledgeable 'Miracle Priest', since you seem to have some ideas about this place, then may I ask, where should we start now? Are we supposed to wait here until those tree people wither away on their own?"

Alvin took a deep breath and showed the kind of reckless yet resolute smile that Stella had become familiar with. "Wait? That's not my style."

He moved his wrist and tightened his grip on the Naaru Beacon.

"Since we can't find a roundabout way, let's just push forward! Use the most direct method to clear a path!"

Before he finished speaking, in front of Stella's astonished eyes, Alvin suddenly jumped out from behind the low wall where he was hiding!

He did not pray or cast healing spells like an ordinary priest, but instead instantly released the surging shadow energy in his body!

"Shadow Halo!"

He growled and pointed his staff forward.

Circles of shadow energy that were as condensed as substance and emitted an ominous purple-black light attacked the crystal tree man near him like water waves, accompanied by a sharp scream that tore through the air!

"boom--!!!"

The shadow energy exploded violently among the group of tree people, and the powerful shock wave instantly blew those tall tree people into pieces!

The unstable arcane crystals on their bodies burst under the erosion of shadow power, making crackling sounds and flashing chaotic arcane sparks.

Sawdust mixed with crystal fragments flew everywhere, and with just one strike, a large area was cleared.

Stellagosa's mouth opened slightly in surprise, almost forgetting to close it.

Is this the way a priest should fight?!

Such violent shadow energy...how many surprising tricks does he have hidden?!

She looked at Alvin standing in the flying crystal fragments and wood chips, with the shadowy aura still lingering on the top of his staff. For a moment, she didn't know what to think.

Alvin turned around and grinned at Miss Blue Dragon who was still in a daze.

"Don't be dazed, Miss Bodyguard! Let's get to work!"