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

Falstad was anxiously waiting in the camp at this time. When the dwarf saw a human priest following Thales into his tent, he knew that Alvin, the priest who had recently become famous all over the world, had arrived.

"Haha! Dragon Knight—Mr. Alvin Priest! Welcome, welcome!"

The dwarf lord opened his arms from a distance, wanting to give Alvin a bear hug.

Alvin was prepared this time, but he was still hugged so hard that his ribs were almost broken.

"Lord Falstad, it's a pleasure to meet you. As you can see, I am Priest Alvin, this is Miss Solanlian Starwish, the Silvermoon City Mage, and this is, um, my sister, Akalitassa Priest."

"Meet them, the Starwish family of Silvermoon City. And this one, if I'm not mistaken, should be your dragon! Honestly, I never thought a priest could become a dragon rider!"

Falstad exclaimed in admiration.

"Oh, please forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you. I meant that before this, we all thought the red dragon was our enemy! I didn't expect that it was actually forced by the orcs!"

"Yes, but fortunately now the Dragonmaw Clan has been destroyed and the Red Dragon Legion has been liberated."

"This is such great news! We've been fighting these orcs for two years! Kurland took most of our elite knights to the Dark Portal, so we've been fighting very hard here!"

Falstad sighed.

"But fortunately, Mr. Alvin, your actions this time have truly opened my eyes! Frankly, when I heard your name before, I was a little skeptical! But my eyes tell me that you truly deserve the title of Miracle Priest! Oh my god! Killing the Orc Warlord in single combat, saving the Guardian Dragon... I really can't believe that a hero who has accomplished such feats is standing right here in front of me!"

"Forehead,"

Although it felt very comfortable to be blown, Alvin still blushed a little.

"This is by no means my own achievement. Without the brave Wildhammer dwarves who held back the orcish forces and Deathwing, I cannot imagine that I could have succeeded."

"Hahahahaha,"

Falstad smiled and patted Alvin on the shoulder.

"At such a young age, yet so humble, it's just what I like!"

The dwarf's laughter was hearty and bold, and he looked like a straightforward man.

"By the way, I have some news that might interest you, about the Dark Portal."

"The Dark Portal?"

Alvin frowned.

"What happened over there?"

"News came from Kurland that Khadgar and Trollbane were fighting the orcs in Nethergarde!"

the dwarf whispered.

"Those damn Horde bastards somehow managed to get out of the cracks in the Dark Portal! There were so many of them, they attacked Trollbane's troops who were coming to support them!"

"This..." Alvin felt heavy-hearted.

Sure enough, these things were supposed to happen in one or two years, but they all happened ahead of schedule!

I guess it’s all because of the butterfly effect caused by myself!

"How are the casualties?"

The dwarf leader shook his head with a painful expression.

"completely annihilated......"

"Trollbane led half of the Alliance cavalry, all freshly recruited lads from Stormwind! Most of them were on the battlefield for the first time, and they were all killed... Damn Horde bastards!"

The dwarf gritted his teeth and slammed his fist down on the table, making the cup jump.

Alvin and Solanlian were both silent.

They knew the fighting power of the tribe. During the Second War, Solanlian witnessed the orcs besieging Silvermoon City with her own eyes, and many of their people also died in that war.

Even the only male of the Windrunner family, Alleria's youngest brother, was killed in that battle.

Akalitrassa was enslaved for two years, and they all knew how terrifying orcs were.

The orcs he had just faced had already been defeated in the war and were ready to abandon the castle and flee with no fighting spirit. They were still so difficult to deal with, not to mention that Nethergarde was facing the Horde on the other side of the Dark Portal.

In addition to the orcs who escaped from the last war, most of those guys are fresh troops who have never been to Azeroth!

The pressure on the alliance can be imagined!

Alvin took a deep breath.

"Where's Marshal Turayang? Has he set off yet?"

"Yes, he has already led the remaining Alliance troops to Nethergarde Fort! They will arrive soon."

"Kurland has been leading our boys in the mountains of Alterac these past few days in search of Alleria Windrunner. They are going to support Nethergarde!"

"Well, Marshal Turalyon's strategy is absolutely correct! I believe that the day the Sons of Lothar reunite will be the day the Alliance strikes back!"

"That's right! Son of Lothar, I haven't heard this name in a long time! It sounds really exciting!"

The dwarf clapped his hands and laughed.

"Mr. Alvin, I know you are a pastor of the church and only accept orders from the church, but I still ask you, if possible, please go to Watchtower!"

After saying this, Falstad bowed to Alvin.

"The alliance needs your help. With your help, our chances of winning will be greater!"

When Alvin saw the dwarf bowing towards him, he hurriedly stepped aside and helped the dwarf up.

"Mr. Falstad, please look up,"

Alvin looked at Solanlian and Akalitrassa, and the girls nodded to him.

"Bishop Faol sent me to Stormwind City to support the first line of defense against the orc invasion. Please rest assured, I will go to Stormwind City as soon as possible!"

"Thank you, Mr. Irwin!"

Falstad Wildhammer was overjoyed. He held Alvin's wrists with both hands and was even a little excited for a moment.

"I, I will inform Kurland as soon as possible!"

"He will pass the news to Nethergarde! I believe the Alliance forces stationed there will also be excited about your arrival!"

"You're exaggerating. I'm just a pastor. What effect can I have..."

The dwarf's head shook like a rattle.

"Don't be so modest! Even a dwarf like me who lives in a cave on the top of a mountain knows your name! I'm afraid the whole continent knows it!"

"Silvermoon City, Silverpine Forest, Alterac, Southshore, Tarren Mill, Dalaran, Menethil... Everywhere you go, there are earth-shattering events happening."

"Not to mention you're a dragon rider now! Oh my god! The Alliance has its own dragons!"

"I'm not a dragon from the Alliance! I only belong to Brother Alvin!"

Akalitasa interrupted dejectedly.

She enjoyed hearing the praise for Alvin earlier.

But when she said she was the "Dragon of the Alliance", she jumped out to correct this.

"My mother gave me to Brother Alvin. I belong to Brother Alvin alone!"

"Hahahaha!"

The dwarf laughed loudly: "Of course, of course, our Miss Dragon belongs to Mr. Alvin. After all, she has a surname!"

Falstad said, winking at Alvin.

"Um...it's not what you think, at least not for now..."

"Alright, alright. I heard you're heading to Dalaran. Let my people take you there? It'll be faster this way!"

"No need, with Akali Tasha here, we'll be there soon."

The dwarf knocked his head.

"Yeah! I just forgot about the Dragon Rider thing. Now the Wildhammer is no longer the only airborne unit in the Alliance, haha!"

"Okay, then I will write to Kurland as soon as possible to inform him of your upcoming arrival."

The dwarf lord shook Alvin's hand and said, "I leave everything to you!"

"Um,"

Alvin felt the strength of the dwarf's hand, which was very strong, but it didn't hurt him. He must have been deliberately holding back.

"Then I won't stay any longer. I'm going to Dalaran immediately!"

"Okay, have a nice trip!"