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

Alvin was so excited about meeting the celebrities in World of Warcraft that he couldn't suppress his excitement on his face.

His eyes sparkled like a child about to meet his hero.

There's no way around it. He started playing Warcraft in junior high school and World of Warcraft in high school. The entire historical context of World of Warcraft has been clearly integrated into his mind, including the vivid heroes in the story.

The clever Khadgar, the decisive Turalyon, the beautiful Alleria, the pious Uther, and the poor tragic Prince Arthas who is still a child.

Now you are about to meet the famous dwarf hero in Warcraft III, Muradin Bronzebeard, who is famous for his Stormhammer. How can you not get your blood boiling?

"Solanlian, don't you think this is exciting?"

Solanlian didn't react at all.

"In my eyes, all humans are children."

There was a hint of teasing in her voice, but more of it was a leisurely and contented calm.

"Though dwarves are said to have longer lifespans, some are said to live to over 200 years old."

"But honestly, I can't tell them apart. Why do dwarves have such thick beards? How did they reproduce? Do female dwarves really exist? Do female dwarves also grow beards?"

Alvin hurriedly covered the elf's mouth, fearing that she would say something shocking again.

"Don't ever say that! We're here to get reinforcements from the Alliance, but we don't want to end up making enemies with the dwarves before the reinforcements arrive!"

Solanlian snorted and did not comment. In her eyes, dwarves were just a group of mud-legged people who liked to live in caves.

Although what Solanlian said was not very pleasant, it still aroused Alvin's curiosity.

He also remembered that Solanlian's age was indeed far beyond what he could have imagined.

For this elf, meeting celebrities of other races may not be a special thing.

Soon, the two followed the king to the banquet hall.

The ballroom was a huge room, beautifully decorated.

A long table was covered with exquisite tableware, and the eunuchs served various delicacies like flowing water. The air was filled with the tempting aroma of food, which whetted people's appetite.

When Alvin followed the king into the banquet hall, he found that two people were already sitting at the long table.

One was a dwarf, the other a tall human.

The king smiled and took Alvin's hand, pulling him to his side, eager to introduce him to the two people in the room.

"Let me introduce you. This is the genius priest who bravely ventured into Zul'Aman, gained fame in Silvermoon City, and performed the miracle of the Angel's Descend last night—Mr. Alvin Priest!"

"And this distinguished Quel'dorei lady is none other than Solanlian Starwish, the ambassador of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and the daughter of Archmage Rommath!"

The two people inside heard Wang Guo speaking and stood up from their chairs.

The two looked at Alvin. After all, they had heard Alvin's name many times recently, but they didn't expect him to be such a young man.

"And these two here,"

The king must have stroked his beard,

"This is Muradin Bronzebeard, the dwarven ambassador of Ironforge. He possesses extensive combat experience and wisdom, a brave and resolute warrior skilled in the wielding of hammer and shield. We met during the Second War, when the dwarves held Ironforge for months. Ultimately, they bravely fought back from within, joining Marshal Anduin Lothar's forces in a pincer attack that routed the orcs. He has also distinguished himself in diplomatic affairs, and now he has come to Lordaeron as Ironforge's representative."

"And the other is Thoras Trollbane, the king of Stromgarde and my good friend. He discovered the betrayal of the Alliance by the Kingdom of Alterac in time during the war, and he forcefully controlled the situation and blocked the Alterac Pass, successfully splitting the orcish army in two and blocking the orcs' retreat southward."

Muradin Bronzebeard stood up and nodded to Alwyn and Solanlian, his braided brown beard trembling slightly with his movement.

"Nice to meet you both, by the way, can we start eating? If you wait any longer, I'll eat my plate first!"

Irwin responded excitedly, "It's an honor to meet you, Ambassador Muradin."

Thoras Trollbane smiled and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Alvin took Solas's hand and felt his immense strength. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Solas."

Solanlian bowed gracefully: "Lord Thoras, Lord Muradin."

The long dining table was filled with sumptuous food. The king sat in the main seat, Muradin Bronzebeard and Thoras Trollbane sat on the king's left, and Elwyn and Solanlian were arranged on the king's right.

After everyone was seated, the king raised his glass.

"Come and drink to our friendship!"

The dwarf was very friendly and did not consider himself an outsider at all, let alone in front of His Majesty the King.

But it's normal, after all, Muradin's own brother is also the king of the dwarf kingdom.

Muradin raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. He raised the glass so hard that the wine soaked his beard.

He slaughtered the food in front of him frantically without a care in the world, and his beard and face were covered with crumbs.

"The food in Lordaeron is delicious, but the presentation isn't very impressive!"

"The plate is so big, but there's so little food on it. What a waste! Next time you come to Ironforge, I'll show you what dwarven-style barbecue and beer are like!"

Thoras Trollbane also looked less like a king and more like a warrior.

He didn't say anything, but just ate the food in front of him seriously.

King Terenas was amused by the dwarf ambassador and did not argue with him.

"Then I must go and see it when I have the chance."

Solanlian had no appetite. It seemed that elves had very small appetites, no wonder they were so slim.

She simply ate two bites of cheese and a small piece of bread, then put down her cutlery.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my intrusion. I wonder if the King could give me a clear answer."

"Will the Alliance send troops to join the Quel'dorei in resolving the threat from Zul'Aman?"

After hearing Solanlian's question, the king put down his cutlery and organized his words.

"Speaking of this, I had already decided to send my own guards to Quel'Thalas yesterday, but..."

"Oh? Is there something that made you change your mind?"

The king was not angry at Solanlian's rude interruption, but just sighed.

"But today Muradin and Thoras came to me together to inform me of another thing - the Dark Portal in the south is probably about to open again."

"what?!"

Solanlian said in surprise, and Muradin also threw down the cake in his hand and his expression became serious.

The elf asked anxiously, "Hasn't the Dark Portal been destroyed before?"

The king nodded.

"Yes, the Dark Portal was destroyed, but according to Khadgar, they have detected that there is still a spatial rift where the Dark Portal used to be."

The old king mentioned Khadgar, and Alvin knew that this archmage was once a student of Medivh.

Together with Anduin Lothar, he witnessed the death of King Llane Wrynn of the southern human kingdom of Stormwind and the horrific scene of Stormwind being destroyed by the orcs. He has always been everyone's most trusted mage friend.

"Recently, this rift has grown larger. Marshal Turalyon has led the Alliance soldiers stationed in the south to the Cursed Lands to support Khadgar."

"They are going to build a castle there specifically to monitor the spatial rift of the Dark Portal - Nethergarde Fort - to prevent the Eastern Kingdoms from being attacked by orcs again."

The king continued.

"I'm afraid that orcs will invade our world once again!"

"And this time, the war will probably be even more brutal!"