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

Chapter 494 The Secret of the Banshee

Farah's already translucent fingertips glowed with tiny blue lights.

The light seemed to penetrate the moonlight on the ice of a winter night, psychedelic and broken.

The fluorescent fragments climbed up along her ghostly skin, finally wrapping around her body a few times before dispersing like fireflies. Alvin reached out to touch Farah's head, but his hand passed directly through her illusory body.

I can’t even touch it, what should I do?

Do you want to use holy light to heal a ghost?

Alvin is now in a dilemma. Although she had heard of the Lightforged Draenei and the Lightforged Undead before, it seemed that there was only one successful case of the latter. She didn't even know the principle of how she became a Lightforged Undead. What should she do?

"The speed at which souls escape has accelerated."

Shandris cleaned up the battlefield after the battle with the demon and was relieved after confirming that the guy would not come back.

She looked at Alvin kneeling beside the banshee and looking worried, and knew that this sentimental human would definitely not let go of Farah.

Then he came to Alvin to see what was going on.

Shandris threw her braids back and moved closer to Alvin, carefully checking Farah's condition.

"The Sentinel has fought ghosts before. Her current appearance is similar to those ghosts after being injured by arcane shots. It is estimated that she will dissipate soon."

Alvin's fingers clenched unconsciously.

The holy light emanating from the staff stretched his shadow very long, just enough to cover the disappearing banshee.

At this time, Farah opened her eyes slightly, and seeing Alvin's worried expression, her heart warmed.

Farah tried to smile at him, but just as the corners of her mouth rose, the dizziness in her brain made her brows frown again.

"Unfortunately, it took your help to take that guy down in the end. But we did manage to drive him back into the Twisting Nether."

Farah tried her best to make her expression look relaxed. She was always carefree and didn't like the feeling of separation.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's with that look on your face? You know, as the talented court magician chosen by Her Majesty the Queen, I'm so cute, and I've lived for so long. I've already lived enough in this life, haha."

Farah laughed awkwardly. She herself wasn't sure if turning into a banshee after death could still be considered "alive."

The short time she spent with Alvin was less than one ten-thousandth of her long life, but this time allowed her to rediscover the happy times she once had, the adventures and travels she had fantasized about in her youth.

"You are too reckless. Just wait two minutes and I will kill him."

Alvin rarely experienced such a scene. Seeing Farah's weak appearance, he really didn't know what to say.

He made some small talk and ended up complaining a few times, and he regretted it right after he finished speaking.

"Pfft..."

Farah laughed.

"You're a descendant of our family. How could I let the Starwish child charge ahead while I, a great wizard, hide behind? If Romance finds out, won't he blame me?"

"And... I'm almost gone. Is this all you want to say to me? The one in front of you is the beautiful magical girl, the legendary archmage Farah Starwish!"

As Farah spoke, her body began to dissipate more rapidly, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Alvin was scratching his head anxiously. It was already this late, and this guy was still acting crazy. Are all so-called geniuses crazy?

“Isn’t there…” Alvin’s voice sounded like it had been polished by sandpaper, and even he was shocked. “Is there any way?”

Shandris sighed and shook her head.

"A banshee will eventually transform into a magical crystal, signifying her soul's acceptance of the end. Just like the ice crystal flowers of Winterspring, they are destined to wither the moment they bloom."

At this moment, Alvin suddenly felt someone hit him. He turned around and saw that it was the deer Quilindra, who was stabbing his waist with the wooden handle of a spear.

"I have a solution..."

"what?!"

When Alvin heard this, he jumped up and grabbed Quelindra's thin shoulders and shook her hard.

"Quick, quick, tell me what to do?"

"Shake, shake too hard, too hard..."

Alvin swung Quilindra wildly, causing her clothes, which were already ill-fitting, to fall off, and even her glasses became crooked and hung diagonally on her ears.

The long green hair was shaken into a mess.

"I, I, don't look at me..."

Quilindra crossed her hands and covered her chest, but found that Alvin's eyes were red, and his crazy look was more terrifying than when he faced the devil just now.

If I don't tell him, he'll probably tear me to pieces...

"Use, use the moonstone!"

She shouted with all her might,

"The Auberdine Chronicles on the third floor of the Darkshore Archives record that the Moonstone can attract the souls of the dead. I don't know why, but according to the book, the stone was somewhat eerie when it first appeared! Queen Azshara even sent people to study it, but it was much later that the druids used the power of nature to dispel the evil within!"

"really?"

Alvin looked at Shandris, only to find that Shandris was also looking at him in surprise and shaking her head, saying, "Don't ask me, I don't know either..."

"How do you know these secrets?"

Quilindra had already pulled up her loose clothing and adjusted her glasses with her fingers.

"Isn't this what a scholar should do? There are still many things in my brain that you don't know!"

Alvin took a deep breath.

This strange girl is always writing things down in a little notebook every day. It seems like she really has something!

"What Quilin said is very likely true!"

Shandris suddenly said, "Do you remember what Farah said back then? That moonstone was originally the eye of the Faceless One. After she discovered it, she played with it for a while and then gave it to Queen Azshara. These records should have been the result of an investigation by Azshara later. I even suspect..."

Sandy paused and looked at the unconscious Farah. "The reason Farah's soul remained in this world and took the form of a banshee is probably related to her contact with this moonstone!"

"You're saying that everyone who touched the moonstone turned into a banshee? So that's how the ghosts in the ruins came about?"

Alvin suddenly realized that although it was a bit strange, it was indeed very possible when he thought about it carefully.

"It's a pity that the Moonstone and other relics are now in the hands of Fandral and the orcs, but Farah looks like... I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on for much longer..."

Shandris whispered.

Indeed, Farah's lower body has almost disappeared now...

"As long as there is hope,"

A rare smile appeared on Alvin's face. "Just take the relic back."