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

"Khadgar has a point,"

Turalyon placed his hands on the map, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Alvin, who had been silent.

"Alvin, do you have any ideas?"

Hearing Turalyon suddenly calling him, Alvin quickly pulled his mind back from his memories.

"what happened?"

Khadgar saw that Alvin was a little dazed and was a little worried about him. He remembered that the Miracle Priest seemed to be less than 20 years old. Although he had created legends many times, he would probably still be nervous when encountering such a situation.

"It's okay, brother, Master Khadgar."

Alvin smiled and stood up. He decided to tell everyone what he knew to minimize the losses in the initial stage of transmission.

"I've been having strange dreams these past few days. In them, I've come to a strange world. Everything around me is different from our original world. I keep thinking that I might be about to go on a campaign. I dream about it at night, but when I saw Master Khadgar's map, I'm certain of one thing—these dreams are foreboding dreams. I'm afraid the Holy Light is trying to convey some message to me through my dreams."

Seeing that Alvin was serious, Turalyon's expression also became serious.

"Tell me in detail, what kind of dream is this?"

Alvin closed his eyes, carefully recalled the Draenor in his memory, and came to the side of the map.

"That world was desolate and miserable. Plants began to die and the land began to crack. It was like the end of the world."

He pointed to the east of the map.

"This is the Dark Portal, the place with the strongest magical energy. Gul'dan opened the Dark Portal here, and later Ner'zhul also opened the spatial rift here. My black dragon entered Draenor from here."

"This is where Master Khadgar pointed out just now. In my dream, it's a huge black fortress. Its name seems to be the Black Temple. It's where another magical network in this world intersects. Just like we rely on the power of the Sunwell to open a teleportation array, Ner'zhul also needs a huge amount of magical energy to open a portal. Their world doesn't have the Sunwell like we do, so they can only rely on some special means..."

"What special method?"

Khadgar asked, stroking his beard.

"For example, some special astronomical event, such as the conjunction of nine planets or the conjunction of the celestial spheres."

Alvin Yue didn't know how to explain, so he had to speak according to his own understanding, not knowing whether these people could understand.

"I understand!"

Khadgar suddenly jumped up.

"It's the same for us. The movement of special celestial bodies can greatly affect the success rate of spellcasting! I understand! No wonder they didn't open the portal again to attack us. In other words, the orcs need artifacts, plus some special events! This makes sense! They're waiting for another opportunity! Waiting for the opportunity for the celestial spheres to intersect!"

Khadgar walked around the room excitedly. As expected of a great wizard, his comprehension ability was really strong.

"And then? Alvin?"

Turalyon ignored the excited Khadgar. He knew that if this old friend got high, it might last for a while, so he just left him alone.

"What other revelations did your dream reveal?"

"Here, the north is called Goldrond, and this is called Nagrand."

Alvin pointed to several places and said, "The scenery is different, and there are many more, but I can't tell which ones are dreams and which ones are revelations."

He thought for a moment and continued, "The most important point of this operation is to take the Skull of Gul'dan from Ner'zhul. Without it, he will be trapped in Draenor. And if we want to return to Azeroth, we must retrieve this artifact and give it to Caponia."

"From the very beginning, this quest has had only one path forward—kill Ner'zhul, steal the Skull of Gul'dan, and wait for the celestial spheres to converge, so we can return to Azeroth. Between us and the Horde, only one can survive: either be killed or remain on that shattered world, becoming dust among the stars as Draenor explodes."

After Alvin finished speaking, the whole hall fell silent.

In fact, everyone had long anticipated the danger of this operation, but still placed their hopes on the magical Quel'dorei girl, Calpurnia Starwish.

It would be great if she could lead everyone to travel freely between the two worlds.

But as expected, all this is just wishful thinking. It is easy to go there, but difficult to come back.

"Sounds exciting."

Turalyon smiled and said, "This is in line with the son of Lothar's requirements for adventure."

His hearty laughter melted the almost frozen air.

Everyone laughed too.

"Yes, I believe in the power of the Alliance. It's time to let the Horde know that we will kick down their doors and beat them up!"

Trollbane laughed loudly, causing everyone to laugh as well.

This is probably what it means to be ready to die.

"Yes, as long as we find my black dragon, we can get the help of more than ten dragons. With the black dragon, we will definitely win a great victory."

"By the Holy Light, your dream is so real, Alvin. You are truly the darling of the Holy Light."

Turalyon patted Alvin's shoulder.

"I believe the Holy Light wouldn't let you have these foreboding dreams for no reason. I guess the Holy Light must also want us to win."

Alvin felt a little guilty. Although he pushed the blame onto old man Shengguang, these were actually memories from his previous life. He had no idea what old man Shengguang was thinking.

But having said that, I can only bite the bullet and cheer everyone up.

"The Holy Light has always been guiding our path, so the final victory will definitely be ours!"

Alvin spread his arms, raised his head high, and looked like a charlatan.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Everyone cheered.

In the evening, Calpurnia and others returned home unexpectedly.

It looked like several people were very tired.

As soon as Calpurnia entered the room, she threw herself into Alvin's arms, shouting that she was exhausted and that she just wanted to have a big meal and then a good sleep.

She looked up and excitedly told Alvin, "I've completely figured out the space magic section in the book 'The Art of Medivh'! Hehe, isn't that impressive?"

"Awesome, so awesome."

Alvin was holding Calpurnia, and he was very happy.

"I've always believed in you. Has my Calpurnia become much stronger now?"

"Of course! I'm sure you'll be impressed when I get back! Hehe."

Calpurnia continued, "The teleportation array has been fully debugged. We'll head to the Sunwell tomorrow and we're ready to go."

"Um,"

Alvin rubbed Calpurnia's head and looked at the family around him.

Solanlian, Green Shadow, and Akalitrassa.

I had mixed feelings for a while.

"Everyone, we're leaving tomorrow. You heard it during the day, but this operation is extremely dangerous, so we must prioritize our own safety. Although we're powerful, those orcs might have some strange tricks up their sleeves, so we must be careful..."

"Stop nagging, we know it."

Solanlian interrupted Alvin's chatter and extended a hand with her palm facing down.

"For Azeroth."

Seeing this, Calpurnia also reached out and pressed her sister's hand.

"For Azeroth!"

The elf also imitated his sister and said.

"For Azeroth," "For Azeroth,"

Green Shadow and the little red dragon also stretched out their hands, and the four little hands stacked together. Eight beautiful eyes of different colors looked at Alvin at the same time.

Alvin took a deep breath and held out his hand.

"For Azeroth, for the Alliance, for my loved ones."