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

Alvin was almost shocked by the dragon's power and the dagger almost dropped from his hand, but he gritted his teeth and held on to it tightly.

The dragon's flames were forced to stop in its throat, and the giant beast struggled in pain.

He took the opportunity to grab the dragon's scales with his other hand and tried to steady himself.

Although this attack did not completely defeat the dragon, it at least temporarily stopped its attack.

The battle in the sky continued. Seeing Alvin's heroic actions, the Griffin Knights' morale was boosted and they launched a more fierce counterattack.

Solanlian came back to her senses from her excitement and immediately shot an ice arrow into the dragon's mouth. Paladin Samuel also led his men to surround it from all directions.

The dragon knew that if he continued like this, he would be in great danger.

It summoned up its last bit of strength, flapped its wings suddenly, pushed off the ground with its feet, and flew into the sky.

But the severe pain made it roll painfully in the air, trying to get rid of Alvin, but Alvin held on to the hilt of the knife tightly like a thorn in his flesh.

Finally, the dragon left the battlefield in full view of everyone, and flew away with Alvin, disappearing without a trace.

I don’t know how long they flew, but just when Alvin was about to run out of energy and was about to let go and fall.

The dragon couldn't hold on any longer. Its strength gradually weakened. It let out a final wail, and its huge body fell powerlessly to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Alvin also lost consciousness in the dizziness of falling.

After an unknown amount of time, Alvin woke up from his coma. Now he only felt sore all over.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a desolate valley.

The surrounding environment was eerie, the sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and the air was filled with a smell of decay.

The ground was covered with withered plants and broken rocks, as if it had experienced a huge disaster.

He struggled to sit up, looked around, and suddenly found a man standing not far away.

The man had long black hair, a stern face, and his eyes were filled with endless majesty and oppression.

He was wearing a black robe that was spotlessly neat.

The man simply replied that Alvin had woken up and was looking at him, and then he walked slowly to Alvin's side.

He took out a clean white handkerchief and placed it on a stone, then sat down gracefully.

He looked at Alvin expressionlessly.

Alvin's confused mind immediately became clear.

He subconsciously felt that this man was very dangerous.

Although the man did not introduce himself, an ominous name emerged in Alvin's mind - Deathwing, Nefarian.

The name echoed in Alvin's mind, bringing a chill, and Alvin's hands began to tremble unconsciously.

Nefarian's eyes were fixed on Alvin. He saw the change in Alvin's expression and seemed very satisfied with it.

"Do you know who I am?"

The man's voice was low but full of charm. It must be said that this voice, combined with his elegant appearance, really made him look like an ordinary human aristocrat.

Alvin nodded to show that he understood.

"Neltharion, the father of black dragons."

Deathwing nodded slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Alvin felt an invisible pressure.

Neltharion said, "I have been watching you for a long time, Miracle Priest of the Human Kingdom."

"We met at the top of the Dalaran Tower. I never thought you were my daughter's dependent."

"Hehe, I feel the power of the black dragon from your body. This is really an unexpected surprise!"

Alvin was shocked and thought to himself that it was probably because of Onyxia's blood.

He didn't say much, just nodded.

Neltharion continued, "My goblins told me that your target is the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza?"

Alvin nodded again: "Yes."

The Black Dragon Father revealed a cruel sneer: "I can help you complete this task."

"Why are you helping me?" Alvin asked puzzledly. He was a little surprised.

"I have my own purpose, which does not conflict with your plan, so we can cooperate."

Alvin asked warily, "What's the price?"

Nefarian smiled, his voice low and seductive.

"Of course it's loyalty to the Black Dragon Legion!"

"I know what you desire. You wish to live as long as an elf. Help me, and I will grant your wish!"

Alvin was shocked. For a long time, he had longed to have the same longevity as the elves. He was shocked by Nefarian's speculation about human hearts.

But he also knew that working with Nefarian could carry huge risks.

What might be done?

reject?

I'm afraid he will be crushed to death by Nefarian immediately.

Alvin felt a palpitation.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, I promise. Also, what are your real intentions?"

Neltharion sneered.

"Don't ask what you don't need to know. As long as you can lead Nekros out of Grim Batol, your mission will be complete."

Alvin's heart moved. He knew that Nefarian's real target was the red dragon egg, but he didn't say it out loud.

He just nodded to show that he understood.

Deathwing Nefarian showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He looked up to the sky and let out a deafening laugh that echoed throughout the valley.

"Hahahaha! Very good, Alvin, you made a wise choice."

His laughter was like thunder, making Alvin's eardrums hurt.

Alvin suspected that he had embarked on a dangerous path, but in order to complete the mission, he had no choice.

Nefarian's laughter gradually subsided, and he looked down at Alvin.

"Remember, if you can lure Nekros out of Grim Batol, I will grant your wish."

Then Nefarian took out a pendant from his arms and handed it to Alvin.

"You can contact me through this pendant."

Alvin took the pendant and felt the powerful power of Deathwing contained in it.

"Then, I will have my black dragon descendants send you directly to the vicinity of Grim Batol. You can rest assured that they will protect you."

Nefarian waved his hand, and several black dragon subordinates immediately walked out of the shadows, turned into huge black dragons, and lay obediently on the ground.

Nefarian nodded to Alwyn, signaling him to climb onto the dragon's back.

At the instruction of the Black Dragon Father, Alvin slowly walked towards the huge black dragon.

The black dragon's scales gleamed coldly in the dim light, and its massive wings trembled slightly, as if ready to soar into the air at any moment. Alvin felt the black dragon's powerful pressure, and he believed that if it weren't for Deathwing's orders, the dragon would likely turn around and devour him.

He looked up at Nefarian. The father of the black dragon stood majestically beside him, as if watching his every move.

Alvin gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, reached out and grabbed a scale of the black dragon, and began to climb.

The black dragon's body was cold and hard, and the gaps between its scales made Alvin's fingers feel a tingling sensation.

He climbed up carefully, each step seemed extremely difficult. Finally, he climbed onto the black dragon's back and sat down steadily.

Neltharion nodded with satisfaction, and a deep voice sounded in Alvin's ears: "Very good, Alvin. Remember your mission, complete it, and don't let me down."

Before Alvin could say anything, the black dragon spread its huge wings, stirred up a gust of wind, and soared into the air.

Alvin gripped the scales on the dragon's back tightly, feeling the strong airflow whistling in his ears.

The black dragon circled in the air and flew quickly towards Grim Batol with Alvin.