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

Chapter 492 Arrogant Sakaro

Sakaro's bony head slowly emerged from behind his fleshy wings.

After a brief moment of astonishment, there was a cruel sneer, the sound like sandpaper polishing rough wood.

"Haha, who was I thinking? It turns out to be the little girl who died with me ten thousand years ago!"

Sakaro's barbed tongue licked the fangs,

"Your father was too weak. He was still muttering your name before he died. His heart and the night elf's tears are a perfect match."

"I've been reborn for a long time, but look at you now!"

A dark green flame suddenly erupted from Sakaro's middle head. "You're just a coward who can't even accept death. How dare you appear before me?"

Farah was furious.

Her face was now ashen, and her translucent body had already begun to violently fluctuate. Her lower body had turned into a swirling vortex of a blizzard, and the temperature of the entire cave had dropped so sharply that even time and space began to distort.

The wails of evil spirits filled the entire cave.

"And what can you do? You were no match for me when you were alive. Do you think you can beat me after you die? Hahahaha!"

Sakaro smiled arrogantly.

"Shut up!"

With a roar of anger, Sakaro's laughter stopped abruptly, and was replaced by his own scream.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light flashed in the cave. While Sakaro was still laughing in ecstasy, his vision was blocked by the golden light.

He quickly covered his eyes, turned his body sideways, and tried to block the light with his wings.

But suddenly my arm felt hot, and a burning sensation came over me, followed by a severe pain that could not be ignored.

"Ahhhhhhhh! What did you do? My arm!"

When Sakaro opened his eyes again, he was horrified to find that his left arm had disappeared from the thick biceps downwards, as if it had been directly decomposed by some kind of flame.

Not only the demon lord Sakaro who lost his left arm, but also Shandris and Farah were shocked.

No one saw what happened. There was only a flash of light before their eyes, and then the Demon Lord who had been so arrogant just a moment ago was seriously injured.

"Lord Alvin, you..."

Farah was the first to react. He realized that the only magic that could cause huge damage to the demons was the holy magic that had a huge counteractive effect on these demons. The only person on his side who could use holy magic was his grandson-in-law, who was known as the "Miracle Pastor."

"I'm sorry, Farah. I couldn't help myself. This was supposed to be your revenge."

The holy light beacon on Alvin's staff still condensed with undispersed magic.

"But when I thought about how the elders of Calpurnia and Solanlian were brutally murdered by him, I couldn't help myself."

Just now, Alvin watched this arrogant devil mocking Farah.

He had been advising others to stay calm, but now he himself could no longer keep calm. For such a cruel demon, the only way out was to physically destroy it.

So when the devil kept on taunting Farah, a burst of holy fire was instantly released.

Alvin, who hadn't made a move for a long time, was also surprised.

With the blessing of the Holy Light Beacon Staff, the power of his holy magic is now far greater than before. Unexpectedly, one strike produced an unexpected effect.

"Well done!"

Shandris cheered loudly.

Although she disliked Farah, the words and deeds of this former high elf mage were always filled with respect for Queen Azshara.

This alone is synonymous with pedantic and foolish loyalty in Shantis's eyes.

However, she also felt the same pain that the Kaldorei endured in the cataclysm ten thousand years ago. Shandris's hatred for her former enemy was no less than Farah's. After all, her family also died at the hands of demons.

"We have borne the sins of Queen Azshara for generations, but you maggots..."

Shandris put three arrows on the bowstring at the same time, and runes on the arrowheads instantly lit up, and the arcane runes illuminated her eyes.

This magical arrow is the Sentinels' special weapon and is called Arcane Shot.

"You'll never understand what atonement is!"

After that, the sound of bowstrings rang out, and three magic arrows shot out.

But although Sakaro lost his left arm, he still had strong wings, and the demon used his wings to block the magic arrows.

The roar of Sakaro echoed in the damp cave.

Asphalt-black blood was oozing from the broken section of the demon's left arm.

Three magic arrows exploded on the flesh wings, and blue magic ripples spread rapidly, but vaporized into purple mist the moment they touched the dark red lines on the wing membrane.

"Despicable maggots!"

The blood-stained figure of Alvin was reflected in Sakaro's eyes.

"A sneak attack, a gang fight, you don't deserve to call it glory—"

Before he could finish his words, Farah had already gathered her frost magic, and several ice arrows had condensed around her.

"When you burn our people in our cities,"

Her robes moved without wind,

"Have they ever been given the opportunity to choose glory?"

The ice crystal arrow suddenly burst into light and shot towards Sakaro.

"Your magic is useless to me! If your father hadn't seriously injured me first, how could I have fallen into your hands?" Sakaro said, waving his flesh wings and instantly blasting the attacking ice arrow into ice crystals.

But the Demon Lord hadn't finished speaking.

Alvin's staff suddenly reflected a dazzling golden light, and Sakaro knew that this insidious priest had launched another surprise attack.

However, being able to foresee an attack and whether your body can react to it are two different things.

This time, with his full attention, this despicable priest still wanted to launch a sneak attack?

"I'll show you what real magic is! Shadow Bolt!"

Sakaro has unparalleled confidence in his body and magic. As one of Kazzak's lieutenants, his strong body and outstanding shadow magic are the basis for him to fight for a place in the Burning Legion, which is full of powerful people.

At this time, Sakaro's bone wings were fully unfolded, and shadows flowed on the surface of his body, and in the blink of an eye they condensed on his right arm - the magic power was simply made up of pure evil, releasing countless wriggling black maggots.

“Taste the hospitality of the abyss!!”

Sakaro raised his arms high into the sky, and shadow arrows condensed into balls like gushing asphalt and flew towards Alvin and others.

"Stay close to me!"

Alvin's staff suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the Naaru fragments on the staff flickered.

"Mantra: Barrier!"

The moment the golden light curtain unfolded, the entire cave was covered by Sakaro's rain of shadow arrows.

These were not physical arrows, but moving shadow magic, leaving traces of corrosion even on the rocks wherever they passed.

"Yo-yo!"

Before the golden barrier was fully formed, Alvin pointed his staff forward.

A golden ball of light spewed out towards the demon. The ball of light was as big as a washbasin and flew quickly towards Sakaro like a golden meteor.

"Haha, that's all! Apart from a sneak attack, how else could you possibly hurt me? Only a fool would fall for such childish magic!"

The devil's laughter trembled with the sound of metallic friction:

"But I still admire your courage as a mortal..."

Sakaro turned his body to the side and dodged the attack of the light ball as expected. The light ball flew past him.

"But you are just an appetizer on the abyss's table. I will carefully savor your brain and heart! Human!"

The demon lord once again gathered his shadow magic, a sinister smile on his face. He could already foresee the end of this hateful human.

Alvin also laughed.

"Why is this magic called Yo-Yo?"