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

Chapter 680 I Still Have Some Shadows

As the passion subsided, a languid and contented tranquility filled the room.

Alvin stretched out his body, his left arm around Green Shadow's slender and soft waist. Her cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and her pale purple skin still had a charming blush, like a violet blooming under the moonlight being tinged with the colors of the morning sun.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down the pillow like a waterfall, exuding the fresh scent of forest and earth. Her long eyelashes drooped, and a serene and contented smile played on her lips, as if she were in a tranquil spring woodland.

His right arm was tightly wrapped around Akalitassa like an octopus.

The little red dragon rested its fiery red head on his chest, smacking its lips contentedly, as if it had just enjoyed a feast.

Her signature long red hair, like leaping flames, had a few playful strands clinging to her smooth forehead and Elwin's skin. Her eyes were closed, her breathing soft and even, as if she were drifting into a sweet dream, a childlike innocence and smugness still lingering on her face.

The three of them lay there quietly.

Alvin's gaze unconsciously swept across the room, finally landing on another bed not far away.

Stellagra remained curled up with her back to them, as if still asleep.

But Alvin keenly noticed that beneath her long, blue hair, which looked as if it had been refined from the depths of a glacier, her slender shoulders were trembling almost imperceptibly.

She pulled the blanket up high, almost covering half her head, but the blush on her earlobes, like the sunset, betrayed her true state.

Alvin understood, and a playful smile crept onto his lips.

It's a bit embarrassing.

It seems that Miss Blue Dragon had already woken up and witnessed everything that just happened.

Just then, Akalitha, who had seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened one eye, her bright eyes sparkling with mischievousness.

She had clearly noticed Stella's unusual behavior as well.

She winked slyly at Alvin, then slipped silently out of his arms like a slippery little fish, tiptoeing like a kitten poised to pounce, slowly approaching Stella's bed.

Green Shadow opened her eyes as well, watching Akalitasa's antics with a helpless yet indulgent smile, without stopping her.

Just as Akalitha approached the bedside, she reached out her demonic claws and yanked the blankets off Stella—

"ah--!"

Stella let out a short, startled scream and sat bolt upright like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder, almost as if they were about to bleed, and her azure eyes were filled with panic.

She hurriedly snatched back the blanket and quickly wrapped herself up from head to toe, not letting a single hair show, curling herself into a ball.

The angry and humiliating curses came from under the covers.

"Elwin! You, you shameless bastard! Shameless! Vulgar! I, I'm still here! Can't you all tone it down a bit?! So noisy! You woke me up!"

Her voice grew softer and softer until her final complaint was almost inaudible, but her deep grievances and unbearable shyness were still evident.

"Uh...sorry, I forgot you were still here..."

Erwin couldn't help but burst into laughter, and Green Shadow covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling slightly, clearly unable to suppress his amusement.

Akalitassa, hands on her hips, stood by the bed, chuckling as she patted Stella under the covers. "Blue, you were awake ages ago! You were just pretending to be asleep and peeking! We could see your ears were all red!"

"I didn't! Who, who peeked! I was woken up by you!"

The blanket shook violently, and Stella's voice, even more exasperated, rang out, but her explanation sounded so weak and feeble.

Alvin stopped laughing, cleared his throat, and said to the rolled-up blanket, "Alright, Stella, stop hiding. We're all comrades, there's nothing to be shy about. How are your injuries?"

"Mind your own business! I'm perfectly fine! You all, keep making a scene! Don't worry about me!"

Stella's voice remained muffled, but her tone was still one of shame and indignation.

Just as Alvin was about to tease her a little more—

"Dong dong dong."

A clear knock came from outside the tent, interrupting the playful noise inside.

"Mr. Alvin,"

A clear female voice rang out from outside the door; it was a sentry under Shandis's command.

"General Shandris sent me to invite you. She hopes you can go to the makeshift interrogation camp as soon as possible to assist us in interrogating the captured orcs. The general said that time is of the essence, and perhaps we can get clues about Cho'gall's whereabouts from them."

The enchanting and relaxed atmosphere inside the tent instantly turned solemn.

Alvin's smile faded, and his eyes sharpened.

He patted Green Shadow's smooth back, then ruffled Akalitassa's fiery red hair, and replied in a deep voice, "Understood. Tell the general I'll be there soon."

Elwin quickly dressed, leaned down and gently kissed Green Shadow's smooth forehead, then ruffled Akalitha's messy red hair and whispered, "You two rest a little longer."

Then, he leaned close to Green Shadow's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Take care of Stella, she's shy."

Green Shadow smiled knowingly, her eyes, like clear springs in the forest, filled with gentleness and understanding. She nodded softly, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

Alvin straightened up, took a deep breath, lifted the curtain, and went out.

Outside the door, a young-looking female sentry waited with her hands at her sides. Her cheeks still had a lingering blush, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused. She dared not meet Elwin's gaze, clearly indicating that the earlier commotion inside the tent had not been completely isolated.

Alvin simply smiled dismissively.

He was already used to that kind of gaze, and his skin had become thick enough from being exposed to it.

Moreover, in the Cadore culture, which values ​​nature and the direct expression of emotions, mutual affection and intimacy are not something shameful that needs to be hidden.

He nodded calmly to the sentry: "Lead the way."

The sentry, feeling as if granted a pardon, quickly turned around and led the way, almost simultaneously with his hands and feet moving in unison.

Soon, they arrived at an interrogation room on the edge of the camp, which had been converted from a rough stone hut originally belonging to the orcs.

Shandis Feathermoon stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, the moonlight shining on her silver-white armor, giving it a cold luster.

Her delicate face was covered with a layer of frost, and her brows furrowed even more when she saw Alvin walking towards her looking radiant.

"I thought you were going to stay inside until dark."

Sandy's undisguised sarcasm

"If I don't send someone to invite you, have you forgotten that we have important business to attend to? Aren't the pursuit of Gugar and the interrogation of prisoners more important than your private entertainment?"

Alvin knew the Sentinel General's serious and rigid personality well, and knew he must not talk back at this moment, otherwise he would be subjected to another round of criticism.

He immediately put on a slightly apologetic smile and readily admitted his mistake: "It was my fault, General. For a moment, well, I was delayed. Business is important, let's begin."

Seeing his good attitude, Sandys snorted and her expression softened slightly, but she still didn't look friendly.

She stepped aside to clear the doorway to the stone house: "The prisoners are inside. Only one warlock is still conscious; the others are either badly wounded or stubbornly unyielding. I hope your orcish language will come in handy."

Erwin nodded, his relaxed expression vanishing, replaced by a solemn look, and stepped into the gloomy stone house.

The room was dimly lit, with only a torch crackling and burning on the wall, casting a flickering shadow.

The air was thick with the smells of blood, herbs, and the distinctive stench of orcs.

A warlock, stripped of his weapons and armor and wearing only tattered leather trousers, was firmly bound to a wooden stake with rough ropes.

His green skin was covered with battle scars and traces of shadow energy erosion. His rugged face carried an unruly expression, and his brown-yellow eyes gleamed with a beastly light in the darkness as he stared intently at Elwin who had entered.

Elwynn walked up to the orc, looking down at him, and spoke in fluent, deep orcish language: “I think you all know me. In Dire Maul, my companions and I thwarted your plot and routed your forces. Now, I hope things can be simpler.”

He paused, his sharp gaze piercing the orc warlock's eyes as if it were a tangible object:

“Tell me, what is Cho'gall’s true purpose? Why is he so obsessed with the Doomhammer? What exactly did he take from Prince Thosedrin? And—where does he intend to go next?”

The orc warlock raised his eyelids, his cloudy yellow eyes glancing sideways at Elwin, a grin spreading across his face to reveal jagged fangs, and let out a hoarse sneer.

He exchanged glances with the other orc prisoners who were still conscious and tied up to the side, and the orcs also showed either numb or blank expressions.

no answer.

There is only silence.

The interrogation stalled from the very beginning.

“Since you refuse to accept the salvation of the Holy Light, then I also have some shadows here.”

Alvin deftly drew his dagger.