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

Looking at the strange man walking out of the pine forest, Katrina was stunned at first, then she took a breath.

"Nefarian..."

Stormwind City.

"What? I just got here and you're telling me the battle is over?"

A rough and powerful voice came from the combat command room of Stormwind Fortress. A fully armed dwarf wearing an exaggerated crown was standing on tiptoe to grab Marcus Jonathan's collar. The dwarf's huge strength even bent the tall and strong human officer's waist.

"Then I came here for nothing? Where's my battle? Where's my glory?"

"My apologies, King Magni Bronzebeard. As I said, the battle ended in the afternoon!"

Marcus bent his front leg and pushed with his hind leg, finally stabilizing his body. He spoke while waving his hands.

"How could it be so fast?!"

The dwarf king released Marcus,

"Could it be that because they knew I was coming, the tribe was scared away?? Hahahahahahahaha!"

"Your Majesty Magni!"

The young king, Varian Wrynn, called from the other side,

Between them stood a huge table with a map of the entire continent.

"It's Mr. Miracle Pastor Alvin!"

Varian was extremely excited when talking about today's battle, his face full of excitement.

"I really didn't expect that the Miracle Priest would be so powerful!"

"We were attacked by five ogres that were only three stories tall. We killed one with a boulder, and the others were pounding on the door like crazy!"

Just as the gate was about to be smashed open by the ogres, Pastor Alvin suddenly sprouted wings from his back, floated into the air, pointed his finger, and shouted. Countless black energy arrows flew out from his side, blasting the remaining four ogres to pieces!

"..."

Magni Bronzebeard looked at the young king helplessly, then patted his shoulder.

"Young man, please read less novels in the future..."

"Oh, it's true! If you don't believe me, ask them!"

Varian angrily slapped the dwarf's hand away and pointed at the other officers in the room.

“It’s true…”

High Tinker Mekkatorque nodded.

"My king is right..."

Marcus nodded as well.

"..."

One of them was a good friend he had known for years and was always reliable. The other was a Stormwind general who looked like he had been through a lot and didn't seem like someone who would joke about something like this...

"This...what happened next?"

Magni turned his head and looked around the room.

"You've been talking for a long time, where are the Alvin brothers now?"

Everyone showed sad expressions, and Marcus shook his head.

"He couldn't hold on. He might have been drained of his strength by his own powerful spell and fell from the city wall..."

"what?"

"But I'm not dead..."

"Oh!"

"But it was bitten by the black dragon..."

"what?"

"Then the black dragon flew away..."

"Oh!"

Magni was stunned by the conversation just now. He took some time to digest it carefully before he came to his senses!

"You said that when Alvin fell, he was bitten by a black dragon and flew away?"

Magni twirled his beard on his chest with both hands, his eyes wide open.

"What happens next?"

"Then we engaged in a fierce battle with the Horde's wolf riders. Mr. Alvin's red dragon appeared, spewing dragon flames to repel the orcs."

"Oh! No wonder there are burn marks all over the battlefield! It turns out that little Red Dragon sister did it! That makes sense! That girl is very brave! I know! After all, I've fought her before!"

Now it was the turn of little Varian, Marcus and others to be surprised.

"You said you've ever fought a dragon that huge?"

"Yes!" The dwarf king's nose was very high.

"It was actually just arm wrestling. Akalitrassa threw me to the ground and I rolled several times before I finally stopped!"

High Tinker Mekkatorque suddenly interrupted.

"puff......"

Varian was still too young and couldn't hold back, but Marcus held back very well. The muscles on his face twitched a few times, but he managed to hold it back.

"But don't worry! I have a feeling that Brother Alvin will be fine! Maybe that black dragon is also his friend and is just trying to save him!"

Magni didn't care about the smiles on other people's faces and continued to speculate.

Mountains north of Stormwind City.

In a world of ice and snow,

Katrina handed Alvin to Akalitraza and took a step forward, a warm smile on her face.

"Nefarian! Why are you here? I'm so glad to see you!"

While she was greeting the man in front of her enthusiastically, she stretched one hand behind her back and made a signal to Akalitasa. Her fair little hand waved backwards as if to drive her away.

"Oh?"

Looking at his smiling sister, the man put away his smile.

"Are you happy?"

"It seems like you've made a lot of friends recently. Let me see..."

The man looked behind Katrina and saw a red-haired girl and an unconscious human man who, judging by his attire, looked like a priest.

"Hmm...a red dragon...and...a human?"

Nefarian looked incredulous.

"When did my sister, the famous black dragon princess Onyxia, become friends with our mortal enemy, the red dragon, and these short-lived humans?!"

He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and like his sister, he liked to express his emotions by blowing black smoke out of his nostrils.

"Black...Black Dragon Prince...Nefarian?"

When Akalitasa heard what Katrana said, her head buzzed!

This name is very familiar.

In the "Enemy" chapter of "Red Dragon's Life Manual", the second name ranked is - Nefarian!

By the way, the first one is his father Neltharion (Deathwing), and the third one is the black dragon princess Onyxia.

She took a step back involuntarily.

Nefarian was about to move forward, spewing black flames, but Onyxia smiled and stood between them.

"This is my dependent!"

She said loudly, and Nefarian, startled by his sister's roar, stopped and looked at her in surprise.

"Do you remember the mission our father gave us? Nefarian!"

"Your mission is to recruit the orcs of Blackrock Spire for the Black Dragon Legion, and I will conquer the nobles of Stormwind City!"

"Yes, of course I remember. I have completed the task brilliantly, but what about you, my dear sister?!"

"This human is the Archbishop of the Church of Holy Light in Stormwind! He's a very important chess piece of mine! And this dragon is his mount!"

"Oh?"

Nefarian nodded, looking at the sleeping human with interest.

"He looks very weak! Isn't it said that he defeated his father in Grim Batol?"

"Hehe, what? Are you here to help your father get revenge?"

"Revenge? Hahahaha, sister, you and I are both Black Dragons, and we are siblings. Don't you know what our father and mother are like?"

Nefarian laughed loudly, his laughter gradually becoming more and more crazy, shaking the snowflakes off the pine trees.

"Look at you, haven't you taken your father's enemy into your family? We are all Black Dragons. We believe in pragmatism and maximizing profits! My sister, you and I are actually the same kind of people!"