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

Chapter 669 You Are the Demon

"Night Elves...fellow countrymen of the Kaldorei..."

"Olier murmured, a glimmer of hope rekindling in his eyes."

"Are they really willing to take us in?"

The elves behind him also became excited, but their whispers revealed their worries about the future.

Elwin could understand, because most of these Syndra elves were probably the so-called Highborne elves of that time, equivalent to the Kshatriyas in the elven race ten thousand years ago.

There might be some who look down on ordinary elves, but as time goes by, seeing their poor relatives, whom they once looked down on, living better than themselves probably makes them feel quite awkward.

"Cough cough,"

Alvin cleared his throat.

“Well… what I mean is, the night elves certainly won’t have any opinion about you, after all, so much time has passed, and you have already borne the consequences of your mistakes back then.”

"As long as you can relax, I think you can integrate with everyone quickly. Look at yourselves, you are all tall with long ears. In appearance, you are no different from the night elves. The so-called high elves are just arrogant guys who have given themselves that title."

"That's right, we're all the same..."

The crowd began whispering to each other again, eventually converging into a single voice.

"Let's go find our compatriots!"

Auriel bowed deeply once more, this time his voice choked with emotion: "Lord Elwin, Syndra will never forget your kindness! You not only gave us freedom, but also guided us on our path! May the Queen... no, may the Moon Goddess bless you!"

The other elves followed suit, offering their sincerest gratitude to Elwin and Stella.

Soon, with the help of Auriel and a few other elves who were still able to move, the survivors began to support each other and, following the directions Elwin had indicated, took steps towards the unknown outside world and towards freedom, filled with trepidation and hope.

Just as most of the elves had left and Auriel was about to turn away, he seemed to remember something and quickly turned back, lowering his voice to say to Elwin, "Lord Elwin, there is something else I must warn you about."

“Prince Tosedrin…he…he is terrifying…he is no longer the wise prince we remember. The long years and his dependence on demonic power have horribly distorted his mind and form. He possesses dark abilities that we do not understand.”

"Also, he seems to be performing some kind of terrible ritual. Please forgive us ordinary people for not knowing his plans, but please be careful, and your companions!"

Aurel's figure finally disappeared around the corner of the passage.

The rotunda fell silent once more, save for the monotonous sound of water droplets hitting the rocks in the distance and the breathing of Kaledis lying on the ground.

Stellagos walked up to Khaledis and kicked him.

He gave the mayor a light kick with the tip of his mithril-inlaid boot.

“Get up, Karedis. Stop playing dead like a goblin. If I see your eyeballs moving again, I won’t hesitate to freeze you completely inside and out with the purest frost power.”

The "dying" body on the ground suddenly stiffened.

Then, Kaledis let out an embarrassed groan and struggled to prop himself up on his elbows.

He forced a fake smile onto his swollen, bruised face, his eyes darting away, unable to meet Stella's blue gaze.

"You, how could you..." he stammered, his voice hoarse and broken.

How do I know you're faking it?

Stella interrupted him.

"Would someone who is truly unconscious and near death breathe as steadily and deliberately as you? Your chest rises and falls too rhythmically. You need to be more into your acting."

As a blue dragon, her perception of life energy far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Elwin also walked over, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped Kaledis.

"Karedis, what kind of ritual is Prince Tosedrin performing down here? His purpose is surely not just to maintain his pathetic immortality, is it? What exactly is Auriel referring to? Tell me everything you know."

Karedis's eyes flickered, instinctively trying to avoid the question, and he stammered, "I...I don't know! His Highness's affairs are not something a nobody like me could pry into..."

"Oh?"

Between Stella's fingers, a wisp of extremely cold ice crystal began to swirl, emitting a faint "crackling" sound. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and the bloodstains on Kaledis's tattered robes even began to freeze into ice shards.

"It seems you really want to experience the feeling of disintegration rays. I don't mind wasting a little magic to turn you into dust here."

The biting chill and the undisguised killing intent in Stella's eyes completely shattered Karedis's last defenses.

He trembled with fear, and forgetting everything else, he cried out, "No! Don't! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"Prince, His Highness... he is no longer satisfied with relying solely on Immol'thal! He believes that although Immol'thal's power is great, he is ultimately just a beast!"

"He wants more, greater power! Enough to allow him, to restore the Highborne to their former glory, and even to exact revenge on the outside world!"

"Get to the point! What did he do?"

"Yes, it's a summoning ritual!"

Karedis practically shouted it out.

"He's preparing an extremely massive and dangerous summoning ritual! Using Imota's energy as a beacon and sacrifice, he's tearing open a more stable portal to the depths of the Twisting Nether! He wants to summon a real demon from the highest echelons of the Burning Legion!"

"demon?"

Alvin and Stella exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes. Tosedrin was far more insane than they had anticipated!

This guy's country was destroyed by demons, and now he actually wants to summon demons.

"Yes!"

Karedis seemed to have opened a floodgate of words; fear made him speak rapidly.

"The prince has studied ancient forbidden texts. He believes that only by relying on the power of a true legionary lord can we break the cursed fate of our race and obtain power that rivals... or even surpasses the power of the Night Elf Empire of yesteryear! He has been completely blinded by power and hatred!"

"He always said that the world's order was already corrupt, and only destruction could purify everything and reshape a new order that belonged to him and to Syndra!"

Erwin's fists clenched involuntarily.

He asked in a deep voice, "Where is the ritual at? Which demon is he planning to summon?"

"I...I don't know exactly who it is,"

Karedis shook his head frantically.

"The prince is tight-lipped about this! But the ritual must have been in preparation for a long time. Imhotep's defeat and the dissipation of his energy likely accelerated his progress! He must be rushing to complete the final steps! That's all I know, really! Please, please, spare me!"

Kaledis pleaded tearfully, all his previous arrogance and madness gone, leaving only a pathetic will to survive.

Ignoring his pleas, Alvin looked up at Stella and said, "The situation is worse than we thought. No matter how far he's gone, we must stop him immediately! We absolutely cannot let him open that portal!"

Stella nodded, the ice crystals on her fingertips quietly dissipating. She had naturally heard of the epic battle that took place ten thousand years ago.

"It seems we don't have time to rest. Let's go and meet this mad prince."

"Me? What about me? Can I leave now?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Alvin laughed and picked up Kaledis like a chick.

"When did I say I was letting you go? Take us to Tosedrin!"

"No, no, no!!! You're the devil!!!"