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

Chapter 517 More important things

Naga looked at Alvin with her blue eyes and reached out to gently touch Alvin's hair.

Alvin actually heard some sadness in Cordelia's words.

"Now that the Dark Altar has been destroyed, I'm afraid I'll be punished when I return. I wonder how many days I'll be imprisoned. If I'm imprisoned for a hundred years, won't I never see you again?"

"..."

Alvin scratched his head.

"Just because of such a small matter, you can be imprisoned for 100 years? Isn't that too exaggerated?"

"This is where Queen Azshara once conversed with the gods. Now that it's destroyed, who knows how angry Her Majesty will be?"

"When you talk to the gods... do you know who the gods you are talking about are?"

"Who? I don't know. Who cares? As long as he can protect us, that's enough."

Very pragmatic!

Alvin was in a dilemma. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to tell Cordelia the truth.

"There's something I think I should tell you."

"What's going on? Have you finally figured it out and are ready to go to Vashj'ir with me?"

"No... I think you should know that I can't swim..."

Alvin coughed twice. "The true form of your god is actually an ancient god named N'Zoth."

"And your queen made a deal with this god, transforming your original form into your current one in exchange for your ability to survive in the seabed. Of course, the price was becoming N'Zoth's servants and sacrificing half of your population."

"Oh."

Cordelia nodded coldly. "Isn't this common sense? Tell me something I don't know."

"?"

Alvin had a question mark on his face.

"You said you knew these things?"

"Every Naga knows these things. There's nothing to be surprised about."

Cordelia gently lifted her hair.

"I know what you want to say. You just want to say that Her Majesty is the culprit who caused us to become Nagas, right?"

Before Alvin could answer, Cordelia continued, "But in our opinion, it was Her Majesty's choice that allowed us to survive."

"Speaking of sacrificing lives, it was merely a measure taken to prevent the extinction of the race. Her Majesty the Queen sacrificed half of her people so that everyone could continue. How much pain did she endure?"

"You are not a Naga, so you cannot understand our thoughts. In our view, Her Majesty the Queen is a hero who saved us all. The sacrifices and losses she made were all necessary for the continuation of her race."

Alvin was silent.

To outsiders, the Queen is indeed guilty of a heinous crime, but from their perspective, this is the right choice made under tremendous pressure.

"But it was Queen Azshara's misuse of magic that caused the Well of Eternity to explode in the first place!"

Shandris suddenly said, "If it weren't for her, none of this would have happened!"

Cordelia glanced at Shandris. She had noticed Shandris, a beautiful Kaldorei woman, as early as when she came in.

She even thought that if that incident had not happened, she would probably be more beautiful than her now?

"What do you village girls know?"

Cordelia scoffed, "Think about it. Which aspect of your life wasn't powered by magic? The springs for irrigation, the lamps for lighting, the spells for healing, the things for starting fires, the things for forging armor and weapons—which one wasn't sustained by magic?"

"You enjoy the convenience brought by the development of magic, but you oppose in-depth research on magic... Isn't this contradictory?"

"When something goes wrong, you blame the Queen for the mistake. Isn't that very hypocritical?"

Cordelia interrupted her, choking her so much that she was speechless.

"You can't say that."

Alvin suddenly said,

"From what I know, Queen Azshara, in pursuit of magical research, along with her magical advisor Xavius, became accomplices of the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth. It was thanks to the Queen's cooperation that demonic leaders like Sargeras and Archimonde came to our world and ravaged our planet."

"Furthermore, that Xavius ​​eventually transformed into a demonic satyr, and to this day he is still trying to pollute the Emerald Dream. These sins cannot be washed away by Her Majesty the Queen."

"you!"

Cordelia was a little angry. Why did Alvin bring up such irrelevant issues?

"It seems that you are determined to be my enemy?"

Naga sneered and tapped the ground lightly with her trident. A cloud of white frost was blown up, making Quilindra shiver with cold.

"Of course, I have no intention of making an enemy of you. I just want you all to take a step back and stop arguing about something that happened ten thousand years ago. How long have I lived? I don't want to listen to you arguing about something so long ago. I have more important things to do."

Alvin shook his head, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

The problems between the Kaldorei, the Naga, and the Quel'dorei have been going on for a long time. It's so annoying to see them quarreling all the time.

"Oh? Aren't you here just to chase the pagans? What else could you be doing right now?"

"There's one more thing you didn't tell me. That's why I came here."

Alvin said as he reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then spread out his palm under everyone's gaze.

"Moonstone!"

Quelindra cried out, "You got it after all! I thought it was destroyed!"

"Hehe, I almost failed, luckily I got it."

Alvin smiled and said, "Now I'm going to need your help, Quilindra. What should I do to wake Farah up?"

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

Cordelia blinked. "What is this? Who are you trying to wake up?"

"Fara Starwish, a friend of mine, was injured before. I have temporarily protected her soul. I need the power of this moonstone to wake her up."

"Who?! Farah Starwish? The court wizard?"

"Yes, eh?"

Alvin suddenly realized, "Cordelia, have you heard of her? Farah Starwish?"

"..."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I was one of Queen Azshara's handmaiden after all. Farah Starwish was the youngest court mage at the time. Even the queen often praised her talent. Of course I knew about it, but I just never said anything."

"But isn't she dead? I heard she died at the hands of the devil."

"Yes, she is indeed dead, but her soul was preserved by the influence of a magical weapon. She has been playing tricks on people in Dark Coast. I only brought her out a while ago."

Alvin laughed.

At this time, Quilindra had already taken out the notebook and started looking through it, and soon her eyes lit up.

"Found it! Alvin, let me explain the spell and ritual process to you!"