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

Alvin looked at Calpurnia solemnly, his eyes flashing with determination.

He nodded and said in Quel'Thalas, a language the elves were more familiar with: "You are the first person I have ever met in this world. From the moment I saw you, I felt that you were both powerful and lovely..."

"After spending time with you, I found that you were kind and simple, but I backed off because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to accompany you for long..."

"But when I saw you running away from home in Nanhai Town, I knew that I couldn't live without you in this life..."

"Tomorrow or danger, I don't know which will come first, so I must tell you that I love you!"

Calpurnia's cheeks were as red as roses, and tears had already flowed uncontrollably.

Life in the Quel'dorei is always monotonous. From childhood to adulthood, he has been well protected by his father and sister for hundreds of years. He originally thought that his life would end in thousands of years of mediocrity.

But that mission in Eversong Woods changed her forever.

Meeting Alvin made her realize that there are many other ways of living in the world.

Later, she didn't think much about it. When she heard that Alvin did not return to Silvermoon City with her sister, she felt that she should go out to find him.

Even if you don't know the way, even if you have no money, even if you don't know the common language.

Fortunately, with the protection of the Sunwell, he finally ran into Alvin by chance.

After that, after going through several battles with Alvin, she found that although this man was sometimes strange, he was responsible and had a strong sense of responsibility. He seemed to be constantly creating miracles.

Until he sneaked to Grim Batol and risked his life to rescue the Red Dragon Queen, and returned to Dalaran riding Alkaritasza, who had transformed into a red dragon, she was finally convinced that he was the one for her...

"me......"

Calpurnia stuttered nervously, stumbling over his words and accidentally biting his tongue...

"Damn it! How come I can't even speak my native language? It must be because of Akalitassa!"

She looked at Alvin, who was also nervous, and stretched out her hands to hold the man's handsome face.

"I...I wish..."

"Mr. Alvin! Please, come here!"

An inopportune voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Caponia who was speaking. Judging from the voice, it should be an agent under the command of the Great Craftsman Mekkatorque.

Alvin was immediately furious.

"Can't you see I'm busy here? Go away!"

“But…but…”

The dwarf was crying, as if something urgent had happened.

"The master craftsman is dying! Come and save him!"

"..."

"I rely on it!"

Alvin was so angry that he wanted to bang his head against the ground.

"Ms. Mei, please wait 30 seconds before dying! I'll be right here when I'm done with my business!"

He turned his head and shouted to the dwarfs.

Then he looked at the elf who was covering her mouth and giggling.

"Quick, quick, let's continue!"

"Snapped!"

Calpurnia stretched out his finger and flicked Alvin's head.

"Go save people first, you know what I want to say..."

She saw Alvin's instantly lost expression and suddenly felt a little sorry.

While he was not paying attention, she lowered her head and gently touched his lips.

Then she covered her face and stopped looking at him...

"This is an advance for you..."

"Hahahahahaha!"

At this moment, Alvin was like a simple-minded fool. He touched his lips, laughed and jumped up.

"Master Craftsman! I'm coming to save you!"

"..."

Poor Mekkatorque was covered in blood and was seriously injured. The surviving dwarves gathered around him, giving him first aid, and some were already secretly wiping away tears.

"Everyone, make way!"

Alvin shouted loudly, and when everyone saw it was Alvin, they all stepped back and whispered to each other.

Just now, someone saw Alvin's "hand-knife" being parasitized by Calpurnia. The scene was so weird that it frightened the dwarves.

Alvin couldn't care less at this time.

He quickly selected the icon of Power Word: Serenity in his mind, and then cast a few powerful healing spells as if they were free.

"Oh, the sun makes my head hurt!"

Mekkatorque awoke, mistaking the golden light of the Holy Light for sunlight.

The dwarves cried and rushed forward, throwing themselves on Mekkatorque's body, wailing loudly...

"..."

These little guys are really genuine, Alvin thought.

All the dwarves, including the great craftsman, seem to have a naturally optimistic attitude towards life. Even under extremely difficult conditions, they can still face everything optimistically and bravely.

Although this adventure was not long, it allowed Alvin to rediscover the smallest race in the alliance.

He easily squeezed into the crowd, reached out and pulled Mekkatorque up.

At this time, Mekkatorque had already remembered what had happened before.

In fact, he didn't need to guess to know that it must be Alvin who saved everyone again.

Seeing the young man, whose body was emitting a faint blue light, reaching out his hand, Mekkatorque laughed and pulled him, allowing himself to stand steadily.

The two people hugged each other.

"Thank you, Alvin Priest,"

The master craftsman patted Alvin on the back.

"You've made me rediscover the profession of priest. I used to think you strange believers would only hide behind the crowd and chant your sutras—May the Holy Light guide your path..."

"To be honest, compared to the invisible Holy Light, I trust my machines more..."

"If I had known earlier that you cruel fellows could be doctors and stab people with knives, I would have let my children learn the teachings of your so-called Holy Light."

"Honestly, you're awesome!"

"Forehead......"

Irwin didn't expect the master craftsman to describe him as "cool"...

What he also didn't expect was that the Great Craftsman also saw him being controlled by Xal'atath. Now he had to find a reason to explain for a long time...

"Don't worry, young man!"

Mekkatorque smiled and winked at Alvin.

"Although you looked extremely weird at that time, I won't ask you to explain it to me..."

"What kind of weird things have we dwarves not seen? I've even seen dwarves with mechanical structures all over their bodies! Those things are so cool and weird!"

"Hahahaha" the dwarf special forces and the master craftsman nearby laughed together.

Looking at the dwarfs laughing, Alvin felt helpless...

"Anyway, thank you, Master Craftsman, Mr. Mei."

"Now I understand why the dwarves are such an indispensable and important member of the Alliance."

"You are also fighting bravely on your own fronts silently. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to contact me and I will do my best to help."

Alvin's expression was serious and solemn.

"And... those mechanical gnomes you mentioned... those people might be your ancestors... It seems that you evolved from the mechanical gnomes..."

"Wahahahahahaha~"

The dwarfs roared with laughter, their laughter echoing through the tunnel.

"Brother Alvin! I didn't expect that besides possessing powerful combat abilities, you also possess a sense of humor! Just like that Brian Bronzebeard!"

Mekkatorque also laughed so hard that he could hardly stand up straight.

"Are you also going to say that dwarves are made of mud and gnomes are made of machines? Hahahahaha..."

Alvin looked at him with complicated eyes...