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

On the ruins of Nethergarde Fort, Alliance soldiers are carrying out post-war repairs.

The sound of explosions continued to be heard from the direction of the Dark Portal. The little king Varian, who was leading everyone to work here, looked to the south from time to time.

When he and the Stormwind reinforcements led by Marcus arrived, the battle was over.

When Varian saw the destroyed Nethergarde, his heart was broken. He was afraid that he would experience the pain of losing his home again.

But when he saw that everyone's faces were still full of fighting spirit, he knew that Miracle Pastor Alvin had created a miracle again.

We won this war!

The little red dragon's figure streaked across the dark southern sky like a red meteor.

Her figure had just appeared on the horizon when she was noticed by the sharp eyes of the young King Varian.

"It's Mr. Irwin who's back! That's his red dragon, Miss Akalitassa!"

Varian stood on a huge piece of rubble from the watchtower and shouted, quickly attracting everyone's attention.

"It is indeed Mr. Irving!"

"The Miracle Priest is back!"

Everyone shouted excitedly, and as soon as the battle was over, Alvin left here.

When many soldiers of Netherworld Castle woke up and heard that it was the Miracle Priest who saved them, they all hated themselves for not fainting a little later so that they could see the Miracle Priest fighting heroically.

Turalyon, the sturdy paladin, was now in a makeshift tent with his companions.

Rescue people, carry out repairs, deal with prisoners, and plan the next step of work.

Although cumbersome, all actions of the alliance are orderly and powerful.

It seemed as if they were the only order in this chaotic battlefield.

Varian's shout was heard, and everyone came out of the tent.

At this moment, a red dragon was falling from the sky and transformed into a tall and beautiful red-haired girl in a puff of red smoke.

Returning with the little red dragon were the miracle priest Alvin and two Starwish girls.

Their arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention.

There were still traces of the explosion on Alvin's body.

His robe was covered with scratches from stone fragments.

His face was also covered in dust and blood.

He walked slowly towards everyone, and people could clearly feel that something seemed wrong with Alvin's expression.

"The trebuchet position to the west and the orcs there have been eliminated."

Alvin first reported the previous mission to Turalyon.

There was another cheer from the crowd. They took down the enemy position so quickly. He was worthy of being called a miracle priest!

"Also, the Dark Portal exploded, and that portal has been destroyed."

A silence spread among the crowd, and the soldiers looked at each other.

Finally, the silence turned into a huge cheer.

Everyone shouted those words from the bottom of their hearts: "We won!"

For too long, orcs have threatened the entire continent through the Dark Portal, and now that damned gate has finally been destroyed!

Among the happy people around, there are a few people who can't be happy...

Khadgar looked at Alvin, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

He guessed that something big must have happened to Alvin.

Moreover, the threat of the Dark Portal was only temporarily lifted.

Once the orcs get enough reinforcements, they will soon make a comeback.

The Alliance and the Horde are now rivals fighting to the death.

"Let's talk inside."

Alvin looked around and greeted the soldiers around him enthusiastically.

"Hello, Alvin, I didn't expect you to have already sorted everything out when we arrived."

The Dwarf King Magni walked over to Alvin.

He looked around and found that someone was missing. The thoughtful dwarf king asked quietly, "Where is your black dragon sister?"

"That's exactly what I was saying, Magni."

At this time, everyone has entered the tent.

Alvin looked around and found that he knew most of the people.

Turalyon, Khadgar, Alleria and other sons of Lothar, as well as the kings of the Alliance, Varian, Magni, and his father-in-law, Archmage Rommath and the Windrunner family.

The tent, which was not big to begin with, was even more crowded.

Alvin told everyone around him about the battle that had just taken place at the Dark Portal.

His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could bring the audience back to the battlefield where the black dragons were raging and colliding.

"In the end, it was the orcs themselves who blew up the Dark Portal."

Alvin's voice lowered.

"I suspect it's because the tribe's chief, seeing the barriers between the black dragons disappear, feared they would unite against him, so he took the initiative to cut off the connection between the two worlds."

"The Black Dragon and the tribe split?"

Turalyon stood up. The news shocked everyone present.

Since the beginning of this war, the black dragon has been an ally of the orcs and one of the most troublesome problems for the Alliance.

"This is really good news! Our Griffin Knights will have no rivals!"

Kurdran Wildhammer danced with excitement.

Alvin nodded.

"Yes, the black dragon has completely split from the tribe and rushed into the Dark Portal before it exploded."

"Their goal is dragon eggs, because Saberian once sent a batch of dragon eggs to Draenor according to Deathwing's arrangement."

"But one thing is certain: this journey will not be smooth. The Black Dragon Legion will surely engage in a fierce battle with the Horde."

"What are your plans?"

Archmage Romanth was sitting next to Alvin. After all, he was Alvin's father-in-law, so everyone took the initiative to reserve this seat for him.

"Although the Dark Portal is gone, the threat of the orcs still exists. As long as the Skull of Gul'dan is still in Ner'zhul's hands, once the orcs' strength recovers, they will definitely open the portal again and launch a new offensive against us."

Elwyn paused, then continued, "And now the Black Dragonflight has also gone to Draenor, and my dragon, Onyxia, is also there, so—"

He stretched out his words, looked at the crowd around him, and said firmly: "Whether it is to destroy the Skull of Gul'dan in Ner'zhul's hands or to bring my dragon back, I will go to Draenor."

"Alvin is right."

Khadgar also stood up.

"According to our captives, the orcs do possess the ability to reopen the Dark Portal. It's the Skull of Gul'dan."

"In other words, as long as the orcs want, they can invade our world again at any time?"

Magni asked. The dwarf had a full beard and his eyebrows were wrinkled into knots, but no one could see it.

"That's right, so we also need to rest our troops as soon as possible to prepare for the next battle."

"or......"

Turalyon, the commander of the Alliance, spoke at this time.

"We took the initiative and went to Draenor to attack the Horde."

The people around were whispering to each other, some of them seemed shocked by Turayang's idea.

Alvin and Turalyon, the two most powerful people in the Alliance, are both thinking of expeditions to Draenor...

"We don't understand that world, and we don't know what will happen. It's too dangerous to rashly explore it."

The young king Varian said,

"What you're doing is tantamount to suicide."

Alvin shook his head.

He stood up, his once gorgeous robe of eternal light now scarred from several battles.

"Our world has suffered too much already."

"The orcs came into our world with one purpose: to conquer and kill. They came not just for a piece of bread, but for our entire world. They will slaughter all the creatures on this continent of Azeroth, or they will be enslaved."

His voice was like a war drum, stirring the blood in every listener.

"What should we do? Are we just going to hide in the castle all day? The Horde has already invaded our world twice, and they've already gained sufficient intelligence about this continent. Believe me, the next time the Horde invades, they'll be even more prepared, with more sophisticated weapons and more cunning tactics. Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?"

"I know that the road ahead is filled with uncertainty and danger, but I also know that our courage, wisdom, and unity will be our greatest weapon. We are the guardians of the alliance, and we cannot sit idly by while war rages on our homeland."

Alvin's eyes swept over everyone present, and his voice was full of power.

"We must march to Draenor, not to conquer, but to bring peace. Our goal is to eliminate the threat of war, and our actions will prove that even in the darkest hours, light can prevail."