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

"what is that?"

Varian asked, pointing to the small black dot on the northern skyline.

"Focus! Your Majesty!"

Marcus held a sword across Varian's back to block the attacking orcs. He didn't want to watch the sunrise now.

"We must continue to fight! Your Majesty!"

"No, look, that... black spot seems to be getting bigger! Is that a... dragon?!"

Varian exclaimed in surprise, "It's a dragon! It's the black dragon that rescued Mr. Alvin! The other black spot is his red dragon!"

"What? Where?"

Marcus held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and together with his guards, he surrounded Varian. After ensuring the king's safety, he looked towards the north.

The black spot grows faster than the sunrise!

At this point the outline is completely visible!

"It's the Miracle Pastor!"

Marcus was so surprised that he couldn't express it in words. He happily struck his shield with his sword.

"Warriors! Dragon Knight, Mr. Miracle Priest Alvin is here! Just as he said, he arrived just as we were about to reach Nethergarde Keep!"

"Everyone, work harder! Kill as many orcs as possible before the Alliance's dragon riders arrive!"

Varian raised his two-handed sword high: "For the Alliance!!!"

"For the Alliance!!!"

More and more warriors saw the giant dragons flying towards them in the sky like two meteors.

People cheered and jumped for joy. This hastily assembled ragtag army suddenly displayed amazing fighting power!

The Blood Bank orcs immediately felt tremendous pressure, and Kilrogg also noticed something was wrong. The old orc discovered that the human army would look to the north from time to time, as if something was coming.

Kilrogg also discovered the two dragons.

"Black Dragon? Isn't that our ally? What are these humans cheering for? Are they crazy?"

Just as the orcs were confused and being beaten back step by step by the Stormwind army, a resounding dragon roar came from the sky. Two dragons as big as mountains flew overhead...

"Brother Alvin! There's a battle ahead!"

Magni's voice came from under the black dragon's claws. The dwarf king had a very wide field of vision. Alvin looked over but found nothing.

"You humans have such poor vision! I can see two sides fighting! One side is orcs! The other side is humans!"

The impatient dwarf became agitated. He had already taken his two-handed hammer off his back and held it tightly in his hands.

"There is indeed a battle ahead. On one side are the orcs, and on the other side are the reinforcements from Stormwind. I can see the little king Varian. He is fighting fiercely with the orcs."

Akalissa added the details, and the dragon's eyesight was beyond doubt, and Alvin immediately understood.

"They're besieging the enemy and attacking their reinforcements! Varian's been ambushed! Quick, let's get there!"

"Besiege the point and attack the reinforcements? Do you mean to surround Nethergarde Keep and then send reinforcements from Stormwind?"

Magni quickly understood what Alvin meant.

"Fly! Akali Tasha! Take me there quickly!"

Alvin shouted anxiously. When the little red dragon heard Alvin's order, he narrowed his eyes, flashed his wings suddenly, let out a roar, and shot towards the battlefield like an arrow.

"Alvin, the two sides are fighting each other now. If I take action, I'm afraid your friends will be hurt."

Onyxia suddenly said.

"Yes, so leave it to me. I will drive the orcs away and gather them together, and then you can take action."

Braving the strong wind, Alvin shouted to Onyxia on the side.

"Brother Alvin, we're almost there!"

"it is good!"

He supported his body against the strong wind and tried to stand up from the red dragon's back so that he could have a better view.

He could already see the fierce battle between the two sides not far away.

The orc troops do not have an advantage in numbers, but they have strong individual combat capabilities. However, the Alliance has gradually gained the upper hand.

But the orcs fought like dog-skin plasters, hitting a few times to gain an advantage and then running away. This kind of fighting method was really a headache.

Alvin selected the "Halo" skill icon in his mind.

He stood on the dragon's shoulder, chanting an obscure spell, and golden holy light began to condense into a crystal entity at the end of his body, as if Alvin's body was also transformed into one infused with holy light.

When the holy energy gathered to the extreme, Akalissa also flew to the top of the battlefield. She stopped and hovered in the air with her huge wings flashing. Alvin, who was standing on the dragon's shoulder, had also compressed his holy energy to the extreme at this time.

Those under the dragon's shadow, whether orcs or humans, were stunned by the shocking sight.

There are two giant dragons as big as mountains!

They looked down from above like gods, gazing down at the tiny lives fighting on the ground, as if they could bring down destructive flames at any time to burn everything to ashes.

Their shadows blocked out the morning sun and enveloped the entire battlefield. At this time, even the old orc Kilrogg put down his battle axe.

He saw a human with golden light on his body, standing on the shoulder of a red dragon, seemingly releasing a large-scale magic.

The experienced orcs immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Human Dragon Rider!"

He shouted to his warriors: "Retreat! Take cover! It's a magic attack!!!!"

Just as he was giving the battle order with a heart-wrenching roar, Alvin's magic was activated.

"Holy Light, punish my enemies!"

As Alvin's clear words rippled on the morning breeze.

Rays of radiant golden halos spread out from Alvin as the center. The halos slid down from a height continuously like flowing water, and when they touched the ground, they immediately spread to the distance again.

“Hurry, run!!!”

Although Kilrogg didn't know what the human said, judging from the terrifying energy emanating from the halo, it was obvious that this was not a simple magic.

But it was too late. The golden halo spread as quickly as the sun, invading everyone on the battlefield.

"Ouch!!!!"

The slow-running orcs were engulfed in flames the moment they came into contact with the halo. The terrifying thing was that this golden flame seemed impossible to extinguish. Some of the poor orcs threw away their weapons, roaring loudly and fleeing into the distance, but soon fell to the ground and were covered by the halo; some were tortured by the severe burning pain and rolled on the ground, but unfortunately the sacred flame did not go out, but burned even more fiercely.

At the same time, when the alliance soldiers came into contact with the light, they all felt a warm power surging from their bodies, sweeping away the fatigue and pain from the battle.

Everyone was bathed in the holy light, and the bells of Stormwind Cathedral seemed to ring in their ears.

Varian looked down at the holy light in his palm, which seemed to be lifted up like liquid. Then he looked up at the man in the sky who had his eyes closed and was continuously releasing holy energy from his body.

He sighed, "Is this the power of a miracle priest? Is this kind of power really something a mortal can use?"

As the first cheer rang out, more and more people began to join in the cheering. The Stormwind warriors raised their weapons high, celebrating the miracle brought by the great miracle priest.