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

Chapter 643 I am a Pastor

"Don't worry, I'll definitely follow you closely."

Alvin looked at Miss Blue Dragon beside him with a smile, and his tone was relaxed, which made the solemn atmosphere around them relax.

However, after a brief silence, he keenly noticed that Stella had no intention of being the first to step into that dark door.

Her slender figure hesitated before the massive stone archway. Her blue eyes, which usually shone with arcane brilliance, now stared intently at the bottomless darkness within. Her steps moved at an imperceptible pace. Alvin understood immediately—this powerful blue dragon lady was truly terrified of ghosts...

He smiled inwardly, but didn't want to embarrass her at all.

So he took a step forward very naturally, his tone still relaxed, as if he was talking to himself: "Look at the dark hole ahead, it must be the thief's lair. When I catch up, I will kill him cleanly."

?

Stella showed a puzzled expression.

"I'm saying let me go ahead and explore the way. Stella, just follow me closely. If anything goes wrong, I'm counting on you for all my weight!"

After saying that, Alvin said no more.

He took a deep breath and infused divine energy into the Naaru Beacon in his hand.

A soft and steady holy light immediately emanated from the crystal on the top of the staff, dispelling the small patch of disturbing darkness beside him.

Holding this ball of warm light, he took the lead and stepped into the huge and gloomy door of Dire Maul.

Upon hearing this, Stellagosa's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy has some good sense!

I'm not scared, I'm just... just being cautious in an unknown environment! Yeah, that's it!

She nodded immediately, trying to make her voice sound calm.

"Well, since you asked for it, then fine. Don't worry, just walk ahead. I'll be watching from behind and will keep your life safe. Wait for me!"

Stella said as she quickly caught up with Alvin.

The world inside the door is completely different from the outside world.

The light seemed to be swallowed up by the thick darkness. The light of the Naaru Beacon could only illuminate an area less than ten feet around it, and farther away was a thick and indissoluble ink color.

The air was stagnant and cold, carrying the smell of thousands of years of dust and decay.

There is thick dust under my feet. Every step I take leaves a clear footprint and makes a rustling sound in the extreme silence. This sound only highlights the dead silence of the environment.

All Alvin could hear was his own slightly nervous breathing and Stella's almost inaudible breathing behind him.

After walking along a wide but dilapidated corridor for about thirty steps, there is a right-angle turn.

After turning the corner, the road under their feet began to show a clear downward slope, as if leading them to the depths of the earth.

Some blurry murals and distorted elven runes began to appear on the surrounding walls, but they emitted a hazy green light in the darkness, making it difficult to make out the full picture.

After walking for a while, the more Alvin walked, the stronger the inexplicable strange feeling in his heart became.

Something seemed to be wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Is it too quiet? Or is the downward slope too regular? Or maybe...

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, he let out a low cry, and stopped abruptly!

"ah!"

He stopped too suddenly, and Stella, who was following closely behind him, was caught off guard and bumped into his back.

Alvin felt a soft and cold body hit his back. He subconsciously turned around and reached out to support it. An inappropriate thought flashed through his mind.

Although the two had had physical contact before, that was when Stella was unconscious. Alvin always felt that it was hard to say that he took advantage of someone's misfortune. Even if Stella didn't mention it, he should have been the first to admit his mistake to her, but he just hadn't found the right opportunity.

As a result, this collision just now completely brought back Alvin's memory.

Stella was like this at the time, looking slender but actually very soft...

Stella uttered a low cry, and immediately jumped back half a step like a frightened rabbit, her hands subconsciously clasped in front of her body, her cheeks flushed in the light of the staff, and she complained in a low voice in embarrassment: "You! Why did you stop so suddenly without even saying hello!"

Alvin quickly drove away the beautiful dream in his mind and touched his nose: "I, I didn't expect you to follow so closely..."

"I, I'm not scared!"

Stella immediately emphasized,

"I want to be closer so I can protect you immediately if there's any danger!"

But this explanation, coupled with her red cheeks, seemed even more obvious.

"Okay, okay, it's to protect me."

Alvin followed suit, then straightened his expression and pointed to the ground.

"I stopped because of this."

He squatted down and carefully brought the Naaru Beacon, which was emitting holy light, close to the ground in front of him.

The light illuminated the dusty green flagstones, and everything was normal, with no signs of traps or anomalies.

Then he turned and directed the light of his staff in the direction they had come from.

The light illuminated the ground clearly - on the thick dust, there were only two clear sets of footprints, one was his, and the other was smaller and more closely spaced, belonging to Stellagosa.

The footprints extended from behind them to where they were standing.

Stella followed his gaze and understood instantly, her blue eyes slightly widening in surprise.

Alvin's voice was particularly clear in the silent passage, with a hint of chill.

"That's right, Stella. If Cho'gall and his orc warlocks came in this way, then the ground... should be covered with their footprints. But now..."

His eyes swept across the untrodden flat dust in front of him.

"Only our own."

Stella's heart was beating fast, and her voice was a little tearful.

"Oh no! Did we chase in the wrong direction? But the scent of orcs is clearly here. It's so strong, there's no way I'm mistaken! How could they not leave footprints? Could it be that those orcs have wings and can fly over there? Right? Orcs have wings and can fly, right?"

When Stella finished speaking this idea, even she herself felt it was ridiculous.

Alvin shook his head.

"Orcs don't have wings. Didn't you just see an orc corpse? They can't fly past silently without leaving any trace. I looked carefully when we came here. This downward passage is the only path, and there are no forks. But there are no orc footprints..."

He raised his head and scanned the surrounding darkness that seemed to absorb light with sharp eyes.

"I suspect that we have been deceived at some point."

"A trick? Is it the evil magic of the orc warlocks?"

Stella frowned. As a blue dragon, she had a high level of attainment and understanding of magic.

"What kind of illusion is this? How come I didn't even notice any magical fluctuations?"

Alvin stood up, gripping his staff cautiously. "I'm just speculating. Perhaps it's a residual distortion field from the ancient city itself, or perhaps it was set up by Cho'gall and his men. In short, what we see and perceive may not be real. We can only be more cautious."

Stella looked at the eerie dark passage ahead that seemed to stretch endlessly downwards, and subconsciously took a step closer to Alvin. She whispered, "Then...should we continue walking?"

Alvin didn't hesitate at all. He adjusted his breathing, raised the Naaru Beacon a little higher, and cast a firm gaze into the depths ahead.

"of course."

He said, not loudly.

"Follow me closely and don't be afraid. I'm a priest."