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

"Oooo!"

The children burst into cheers.

"Miracle Pastor!"

"Mr. Irwin is amazing!"

"Everyone, be quiet. Be quiet."

Alvin stretched out his hands and made a downward pressing motion, which slightly made the children who stood up and cheered return to their seats.

"Mr. Alvin, I heard you have a dragon. Is that true?"

The children finally met their idol and had a lot of questions to ask.

"Well, I guess so, but we actually have a cooperative relationship."

"Wow!"

This might be the otherworldly version of "Listen to the Wow"...

Soon, the explosion of magic power and the messy classroom attracted the school teachers.

"Dududu,"

Quick footsteps sounded in the corridor, and then the classroom door was pushed open. A blonde woman walked into the classroom panting. She held the door frame with one hand and the desk in the first row with the other hand, bent over, as if the intense exercise just now made her very tired.

"Children, what happened?"

The woman raised her head as she spoke. Because she ran so fast, her speech was intermittent. Her golden hair, which had been combed meticulously, fell away from her face. The woman quickly lifted her hair up again.

When I looked up, I found Alvin and Sally standing on the podium.

"..."

Several people looked at each other, and the woman tilted her head.

"Are you... a student's parent?"

"..."

Sally suppressed her laughter, and hurried over to help the female teacher up.

"Teacher Lorena, this is my teacher. He's the one who recommended me to study here. He's the Miracle Pastor, Mr. Alvin Priest."

"Reverend Qiqiqiqiqiji?"

The woman named Teacher Lorena asked in surprise. She had indeed heard that the Miracle Priest had come to Stormwind City, but she did not expect to see him in the classroom in the morning, which was a little hard to accept.

"Hello, Miss Lorena, I'm Alvin. I just arrived yesterday and came to visit the church today."

"Ah! Hello! It's an honor to meet you!"

Teacher Lorena stood up straight immediately. He was really young.

"I, I'm Stormwind High Priest Lorena. I've heard your story!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The children laughed when they saw their stern teacher and Alvin looking nervous.

This made Lorena blush.

"Thank you, Miss Lorena. I'm so sorry to interrupt your class. The rest of the class will be left to you."

Alvin smiled and nodded to the pastor lady.

"I'll go check out the church first."

"Okay, you go ahead! Feel free to contact me if you have any questions!"

Lorena had returned to her usual capable self and smiled at Alvin.

"Sally, listen to the teacher and study hard!"

Alvin said, waved his hand, pushed the door open and left.

He hadn't walked far when he heard another commotion in the classroom behind him. Alvin shrank his neck, but luckily he ran out quickly...

For the rest of the morning, Alvin wandered around the church again. It was still wartime, and the Knights of the Silver Hand and most of the priests in the church had already gone to the battlefield, fighting the Horde at the Dark Portal. There were not many people in the church now, just some teachers and trainee priests.

Bishop Alvin actually doesn't have anything specific to do. All matters are already assigned to specific people, so he is more like a mascot.

I wanted to do something to help everyone, but there is actually nothing I can do.

In the end, he had no choice but to come to the hospital and use his abilities to help the patients there treat their injuries.

This once again sparked discussions about "miracles" among people.

Before they knew it, it was noon. Alvin was busy working in the hospital, but he was still very happy to see his achievements.

At this time, Sally's teacher, High Priest Lorena came to the hospital in a panic. Seeing Alvin resting on the side, she hurried over.

"Bishop! Bishop Irwin!"

"Ok?"

Alvin was not used to the title of "Bishop". After being called for a long time, he didn't remember that he was being called.

"What is it, Miss Lorena?"

"Mr. Marcus Jonathan is waiting for you outside. He said the king wants you to come over and discuss something important with you!"

"At this time?"

"Yes, he looked very nervous. He was riding a horse and was fully armed..."

"I understand. I'll be right there. Thank you, Miss Lorena."

Alvin frowned. Judging from the situation, something might have happened at the Dark Portal.

Just as Lorena said, Jonathan was leading a group of cavalrymen and nervously wandering around the church door. When he saw Alvin coming out, Jonathan quickly jumped off his horse and went to greet Alvin.

"Mr. Alvin, the battle at the Dark Portal has begun!"

Marcus Jonathan had a worried look on his face, with huge beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"The Horde launched a massive attack on Nethergarde and completely surrounded it! Furthermore, they were incredibly cunning, splitting their forces into two groups. One group continues to besiege Nethergarde, while the other is on its way to Stormwind City!"

"So fast?!"

Alvin was also shocked. How could the Horde be the ones who went through the Dark Portal? Aren't we supposed to go through it?

I haven't even left yet and you guys are already here?

It seems that the orcs hiding on the other side of the Dark Portal can no longer bear it.

But after thinking about it carefully, Alvin roughly understood.

The current orc chieftain is Ner'zhul. After Orgrim's defeat in Azeroth and Gul'dan's death in the Tomb of Sargeras, Ner'zhul, who was far away in Draenor, regained control of the orc chieftaincy.

The planet Draenor is at the end of its rope and is no longer suitable for survival. If you stay there, the ultimate result will be the destruction of the planet itself.

Originally, Ner'zhul sent a squad of Death Knights to sneak into the continent of Azeroth in order to find three artifacts. With these three artifacts, Ner'zhul could open several portals to other worlds and help the orcs escape from the land of death that was about to be destroyed.

But by mistake, Ner'zhul's seemingly perfect plan was accidentally discovered by Alvin.

Except for the Eye of Dalaran which was successfully obtained by Ner'zhul,

The Book of Medivh is missing, and the Scepter of Sargeras was intercepted by Elwyn in the waters off Menethil Harbor and sent to Silvermoon City as a betrothal gift to Archmage Rommath.

Now that Ner'zhul does not have those three artifacts, he cannot open more portals to the outside world.

In the end, the orcs, who were left with no other choice, could only pin their hopes on the Dark Portal.

Since Draenor is ultimately doomed to destruction, the Dark Portal is Ner'zhul's only option.

That's why he launched the attack and officially started the second invasion of Azeroth today.

But it's okay. As long as Ner'zhul is killed and prevented from opening a new portal, he will not be able to escape to the Twisting Nether and will not be turned into a big popsicle Lich King. Perhaps the birth of the Cult of the Damned, the spread of the plague, the massacre in Stratholme and other tragedies will not happen!

Perhaps the time to create a new future for Azeroth has arrived. As long as we kill the culprit, Ner'zhul, in time, everything may develop in a good direction!

Thinking of this, Alvin suddenly became excited. It had been a long time since he had experienced this long-lost feeling of adrenaline rush.

Now he has the golden finger of all the priest's skills, and his physical and mental strength have been enhanced by the blood of the red dragon and the black dragon. In addition, although this guy Salatath is a bit unreliable, he is also a magical artifact to keep on hand.

Now he has the strength to compete with Ner'zhul!

Now that the tribe is here, let’s go meet them!