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

Alvin sat on the black dragon's back, feeling the strong airflow whistling in his ears, and his mood was a little complicated.

Now even Deathwing Neltharion is involved, making the mission even more dangerous.

He looked down at the black pendant in his hand, his mind full of thoughts.

He thought back to the adventures he had shared with Solanlian, Samuel, and Daggett, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

They are his important companions and his only support in this dangerous land.

However, because of this, he was even more reluctant to involve them in this mission full of unknowns and dangers.

Alvin silently made up his mind that he must bear this responsibility alone and not let Solanlian and the others fall into greater danger.

Although he completely trusted his partners in his heart, he also understood that some things could only be done by him alone.

"I can't let them take that risk."

Alvin said to himself in his heart,

"I'll apologize to Solanlian if we meet again. For now, I'll go on alone."

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

They also encountered orc dragon riders along the way, but they were all defeated by several black dragons following them.

The black dragon that Alvin was riding didn't even need to join the battle; his companions easily killed the orcs and their red dragons.

As they got closer, Alvin began to feel a strong, oppressive, shadowy aura.

Grim Batol, this cursed place, gradually appeared before his eyes.

This majestic city is nestled deep in a valley, surrounded by towering mountains, seemingly isolated from the world.

It was once a prosperous city of the Wildhammer dwarves, but now it has become a ruin. The air is filled with the smell of decay and death, and the sky is covered by thick dark clouds, with almost no sunlight visible.

The once magnificent city is now only left with ruins, and occasionally some abandoned weapons and armor can be seen, telling of the glory and tragedy of the past.

Polluted by the evil magic released by the Witch Queen Modgud before her death, the entire city is filled with shadow energy, like an invisible poisonous fog, corroding all living things.

Suddenly, Alvin felt something in his arms tremble violently. He reached out to touch it, but was surprised!

When did the hilt of Xal'atath return to his pocket?

Could it be that Deathwing was so kind as to put it in my bag?

Or did the handle come back on its own?

While Alvin was daydreaming, the black dragon had already landed steadily on the edge of Grim Batol, shaking its shoulders impatiently, as if urging the human on it to roll down quickly.

Alvin jumped off the dragon's back, and the ground under his feet was hard and cold.

The dragon flew away the moment it put Alvin down.

It seemed that this powerful creature was unwilling to stay here for even a minute longer.

He looked around and saw some dark shadows moving vaguely in the ruins of the city. They should be the orcs of the Dragon Roar Clan stationed there.

The news of the arrival of the Alliance elite team seemed to have reached here, and the orcs were patrolling nervously.

Alvin looked back at the distant sky and seemed to see the figures of Solanlian and others.

He knew they would be worried about him, but he also believed they would understand his decision.

Alvin took firm steps and walked towards the depths of Grim Batol.

On the other side, after Alvin angrily stabbed the dragon's eyes, the Wildhammer dwarves were greatly encouraged and burst out with unparalleled morale.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Dragon Roar Orcs immediately retreated and fled in a panic.

The Wildhammer dwarves landed from the air one after another and expressed their gratitude to Solanlian and others who had helped them.

The leading dwarf stepped forward and said with gratitude, "I am Thales, a subordinate of Falstad of the Wildhammer tribe. Thank you for your assistance."

These Wildhammer dwarves seemed to be slightly taller than their cousins, the Dark Iron dwarves, but still did not reach Thoranlian's chest.

The wizard took an anxious step forward and asked nervously, "Can you help us find Alvin's whereabouts?"

"That's the man who just saved me. He was taken away by a dragon. We must find him!"

The dwarves looked at each other; they had just witnessed Alvin's heroic feat.

Thales nodded. "We'll do our best to help you find Alvin. Don't worry. I just saw the dragon land in the distance. We have the approximate direction. We'll set off now."

Solanlian breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you very much."

The dwarves immediately took action, riding griffins to the place where the dragon fell, and began to search for Alvin's traces around.

Meanwhile, Brother Samuel gathered his soldiers, walked up to Solanlian, and asked, "Lady Starwish, what should we do now?"

Solanlian clenched her fists and lowered her head to think.

"I believe Alvin is definitely still alive. I have this feeling."

"He must be continuing his advance towards Grim Batol now, so we'll head there too, since that's everyone's goal."

"As long as we head towards Grim Batol, we will surely meet again."

A soldier brought back the staff that Alvin had dropped, and Solanlian took it with both hands.

She gripped the staff tightly in her hand.

Samuel nodded, "Okay, we'll follow your plan."

"My friends! I have to say, you surprised me!"

The Dark Iron Dwarf Daggart emerged from nowhere.

"I saw the majestic figure of Priest Alvin. The way he leaped from the cliff was just like Anvilmar, the King of the Hill!"

"If I hadn't known he was a priest, I would have thought he was a warrior!"

"Yes, Mr. Alvin is definitely capable of becoming a Paladin! Fighting alongside a Miracle Priest is truly eye-opening for me."

Samuel also joined in.

"Don't worry, little elf. Your Alvin is definitely still alive," Daggett said firmly. "Although that kid is reckless, he's very much to my liking. I will definitely help you find him."

Solanlian looked at Daggett gratefully and nodded.

She felt that Daggett's mentality had undergone a subtle change and was no longer the same as when they first met.

Daggett called everyone and went into the mine again, leading everyone underground towards Grim Batol.

"I must have broken some heavenly law in my previous life, which is why I was sent here."

At this time, Alvin was lying in ambush on the hillside outside Grim Batol.

In the distance, in front of the gate of Grim Batol, orcs were busy patrolling back and forth, keeping a tight vigil.

The orcs were wearing heavy armor, holding sharp weapons, and their eyes were full of ferocity and alertness.

They kept looking around, occasionally talking in low voices, and seemed extremely nervous.

"One is Krasus, the other is Deathwing. They both told me to go to Grim Batol, but they didn't tell me how to get in!"

"So you're just going to let me do what I want?! The boss just opens his mouth and the subordinates run around!"