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

Solanlian and Alvin looked at each other. Alvin actually knew these things in his heart, which was basically consistent with what he knew about the history of Warcraft.

But Solanlian couldn't believe her ears.

"Hasn't the orcs completely failed?"

"I heard that even their most evil wizard, Gul'dan, died on a small island overseas!"

Muradin spoke at this time.

"My cousin Kurdran Wildhammer and your fellow elf Alleria Windrunner have already gone to Nethergarde. According to the news brought back by the Griffin Rider, there may be a war in the near future."

"That's right, so I have to apologize and tell you straight, not only our Kingdom of Lordaeron, but even the neighboring Kingdoms of Stromgarde and Ironforge have basically dispatched their troops to the south of the continent. There are no more troops left to send north to assist the Quel'dorei in their expedition to Zul'Aman!"

"We must project our power where the threat is greatest. Please understand."

Solanlian nodded.

"I understand. This means there is indeed a more terrible disaster threatening the entire continent. I understand the necessity of the Alliance's military deployment. It seems I must return to Quel'Thalas in time to report the relevant intelligence to Silvermoon City so that everyone can prepare early."

At this time, the king turned to Alvin and asked, "I know that you two probably have a deeper understanding of magic than most of us here, so I also want to know what you think about the Dark Portal possibly opening again."

"Do you also believe that the threat Khadgar mentioned is real? Or is it just speculation?"

Solanlian looked worried.

"I've heard my father say before that the orcs' evil magic is completely different from ours. We communicate with the magical elements of nature, and then use our own magic webs to connect with the elemental forces to activate magic. Orcs are more adept at enslaving magical elements. Through some evil means, such as sacrifices and curses, they enslave magical elements, and even elemental creatures, into their hands. This evil witchcraft is completely consistent with the orcs' brutal and barbaric racial character."

Solanlia took a deep breath and continued.

"Regarding the Dark Portal, my father's theory is that the orcs connected our world with some powerful magical artifact, then drew upon the elemental power of both worlds to tear space apart, ultimately opening the Dark Portal. The Dark Portal is essentially a spatial portal. Maintaining this portal requires a long period of absorbing nearby magical energy, even life energy. Ultimately, both worlds will become desolate, and their ultimate fate will be destruction."

Thoradin then interjected, "Indeed, according to the orcs we captured, their world is called Draenor. Due to the evil magic of those orc warlocks, their world is no longer suitable for life, so they have set their sights on ours."

"So the orcs will definitely do their utmost to open the Dark Portal again, otherwise they themselves will be destroyed along with the collapse of the world of Draenor! This is my father's inference!"

"It was said before that the Dark Portal had been completely destroyed, but now that they've discovered the spatial rift is still there, the orcs will definitely not give up!"

Since it was said by the Archmage Rommath of Quel'Thalas, people couldn't help but believe it.

The old king sighed deeply and said, "What a pitiful world we have!"

"What are you afraid of?! If those orc bastards dare to come again, we will beat them all to a pulp once again!"

Muradin said as he stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth.

Alvin nodded.

"From the feedback I received while treating the wounded in the war, I've learned that the orcs' magic isn't limited to evil sorcery. Among them are spellcasters called shamans. These shamans possess immense magical powers, able to summon natural disasters like storms, fire, and earthquakes, and even control the earth and weather. They possess powerful physical and mental strength, possessing not only destructive magic but also formidable hand-to-hand combat capabilities."

"One of my patients said he'd personally seen an orc shaman who could summon strange powers through strange totems. That power was truly astonishing. And shamans aren't just about combat; they're both offensive and defensive, and can even use magic to heal wounds and enhance their companions' strength. I even suspect they can predict the future through some kind of ritual. In short, their magic system is incredibly complex, mysterious, and dangerous."

Alvin expressed his concerns: "Orc magic is extremely destructive and unpredictable. We must remain vigilant and not let our guard down. It would be best if we could gather some relevant information and report it to the entire Alliance."

King Terenas pondered for a moment.

"I will inform the Alliance Commander, Marshal Turayang, of what you have learned so that they can be prepared. Then..."

The old king turned around and asked, "Miss Starwish, Mr. Priest, what are your plans?"

"I will return to Quel'Thalas as soon as possible and report the situation here to King Anasterian!

"If this is true, I'm afraid news of Alleria's actions will soon reach Silvermoon City. It will then depend on how the King and the Council respond."

Solanlian looked at Alvin.

"Alvin, are you coming with me?"

"With pleasure, ma'am."

"Although I should return to the Cathedral of Holy Light in Stratholme first, the current situation is special. Bishop Faol has asked me to meet him later. I will explain everything to him in person. I believe he should understand."

"Um....."

Solanlian got the answer that Alvin wanted and lowered her head with satisfaction.

"I seem to smell the scent of love!"

Muradin laughed while stroking his big belly.

"Nice job, young man!"

"Those thin-eared creatures are always so arrogant and proud. I've always suspected they were some strange creatures in the forest that were infected by magical power and transformed. Turns out they can have emotions too!"

"You uncouth dwarf! You will pay for your offense against the Quel'dorei!"

Solanlian slammed the table in anger, and magical fluctuations began to gather around her.

When Alvin saw that Solanlian was angry, he thought to himself that something was wrong.

This is happening in front of His Majesty the King. Why are the elves and dwarves about to fight? This alliance is too fragile!

"enough!"

The old king changed his usual kind expression and slammed the table, exuding the majesty of a king.

"Muradin! I won't allow you to disrespect my guests in front of me!"

Then he turned to Solanlian and said, "Please forgive the rudeness of the dwarves. They are naturally reckless, as if they were made of stone! But believe me, they have no ill intentions."

Muradin felt a little embarrassed when he saw that the old king was angry.

But his face was covered with thick beard, so his expression could not be seen.

He stroked his beard angrily, then said apologetically: "The king is right!"

"My brother Brian used to suspect the same thing. He said dwarves were made of stone, haha!"

"We dwarves don't mince words, little elf. I apologize to you. It was my fault. I saw with my own eyes how your fellow elves moved like the wind on the battlefield, harvesting the orcs' heads. Your strength deserves everyone's respect!"

Alvin also stood up, took Solanlian's hand, and shook his head gently at him. Only then did Solanlian calm down his anger.

"Okay, I'm also wrong. Maybe I was too shocked by the news just now. I haven't recovered yet and I'm a little sensitive."

"Haha, that's right!"