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

Alvin's eyes fell on the Draenei woman named Yrel. He didn't look at her closely, he just felt that the name sounded familiar.

Her skin was like a sapphire in the moonlight, smooth and delicate, exuding a cool and beautiful beauty.

A pair of light blue eyes are big and bright, like two shining stars.

He is tall, with smooth lines, and his lower limbs are the Draenei's iconic sheep's hooves, which are both powerful and elegant.

Her hair was like silver stars, cascading down from her head and falling on her shoulders, with two spiraling gray horns emerging from her hair.

She was wearing a tattered white armor that looked quite worn.

The armor on the chest looks very thin and cannot cover the hot body underneath. The skirt armor is even shorter, and the slender legs further highlight the graceful figure of the Draenei woman.

She had a one-handed hammer hanging around her waist and a bow on her back, showing her identity as a warrior.

Alvin swallowed his saliva. This kind of dress was either too poor or too romantic...

"Brother Narad, I don't mean to offend you or the guests. I just want to ask a few questions."

Yrel ignored the Draenei man who was so angry that his beard was blowing. It seemed that the man's name was Narad, so he didn't have to introduce himself.

She slowly walked up to Alwyn, nodded slightly as a courtesy, and then spoke, "Hello, Yrel, I'm from Shadowmoon Valley in the south. I just saw your group being attacked by wild beasts in the forest, but unfortunately I couldn't save them. Later, I saw you guys found that place, and I could sense a familiar energy from you, so I took it upon myself to lead you to our village."

Yrel smiled, showing off her white teeth, and Alvin noticed that she also had a few canine teeth, which was kind of cute.

At the same time, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that it was this Iriel who was spying on him and led him here.

"It seems my bet was right. You saved the village, proving that you are not enemies. But whether we are friends or not depends on your performance."

"Yrel! You're so rude!"

Narad said angrily beside him, lowering his voice, and it was obvious that he was a little impatient.

"We are indeed here to attack the orcs."

Alvin didn't want to dwell on it. He was very worried about Solanlian, the little red dragon, Turalyon and the others. He only wanted to gather the troops quickly, so he didn't feel any resentment towards Irel.

Maybe it's because she's a beautiful girl...

"Our troops came to this continent through teleportation, but unfortunately, the teleportation has scattered us to different places. I urgently need to find my troops, so I need to know our current specific location. Do you have a map? Can you show it to me?"

Irel nodded, took out a tattered map from his arms and unfolded it in front of Alvin.

As the best hunter in the village, she always carries a map with her, but she is so familiar with the land that she hardly needs it.

The map was very worn and yellowed, but it was very detailed, marking the geographical features, towns, and important magical nodes of the continent in detail.

Yrel tapped a finger on the map and said, "This area is called Tanaan Jungle, but that's just its old name. Ever since the orcs started their war, they've almost completely cut down the forest to build their war machines."

Yrel pointed to a spot on the map and said, "This is our location, the Temple of Shanar. If your target is the orcs, I suggest you head northeast. There is their headquarters there—a large fortress they call Hellfire Citadel. It's about three days' journey from here."

Alvin looked at the map carefully and had a general idea of the direction in his mind. The entire map was similar to that of the Burning Crusade period, but he vaguely remembered that when he originally played the game, the Shanar Temple in the lower left corner had been destroyed long ago, and later it seemed to be called the Shanar Ruins.

Does this mean that this village will soon be destroyed by the Horde as well?

It seems necessary to remind these poor Draenei to continue migrating, but where else can they escape to?

Alvin looked at the map again, and sure enough, in the very center of the map, there was a circular fortress, which seemed to be the Hellfire Fortress.

If history had developed as it did, Turalyon and his companions would have established a camp in Honor Hold southeast of Hellfire Citadel after arriving in Draenor. This meant that he would need to head east to join them.

Alvin spoke slowly, his voice echoing around him. "Yrel, Narad, I know you are full of doubts about us. However, the Alliance will prove that they are friends of the draenei."

When Iriel heard this, he just raised his shoulders slightly with a look of disdain on his face.

"How do you prove it? How do we know you're not just another group of enemies coming to seize our land and kill our people?"

Alvin took a deep breath. The Alliance was unfamiliar with the place and urgently needed the support of the local Draenei. He had to convince these people to believe in the Alliance.

So he began to tell the story of his own world - the continent of Azeroth.

"In Azeroth, we have suffered two invasions by orcs. It was a brutal war that brought great disaster to our world. Countless lives were lost in the war, cities were destroyed, and the land was stained with blood."

There was sorrow in Alvin's voice, as if he had returned to that war-torn era.

"But we were not defeated. We rose up to resist and fought a desperate battle with the orcs. Finally, we inflicted heavy damage on the orcish tribe at the Dark Portal."

"However, we are not satisfied with simply defeating the orcs on Azeroth. We know that if the orc threat is not completely eliminated, they may attack other worlds. Therefore, we have embarked on an expedition to Draenor. Our purpose is clear: to defeat them completely and restore peace to every world."

Elwyn looked at Yrel and Narad, hoping his Draenei was clear and sincere enough for them to understand.

Everyone listened to Alvin's story quietly, and their expressions gradually became serious.

Iriel also began to re-examine the thin alien in front of him, and his doubts about them gradually decreased.

Alvin's words were sincere, and the Draenei also knew that the orc army had gathered at the Dark Portal twice. At that time, the orcs' encirclement of the Draenei also slowed down. They speculated that the orcs must have divided their troops and went to the other side of the Dark Portal.

The story told by this human corresponds exactly to the battle of the orcs on the other side. If the Alliance is also fighting the orcs on the other side of the Dark Portal, then the Alliance should not be the enemy they imagined.

After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"The Alliance can prove with actions that we can fight against the orcs with you and protect this land and your compatriots." Alvin said sincerely.

Narad was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I will consider what you said. However, you must take more practical actions to prove your sincerity."

Alvin nodded. The Draenei had a tragic fate. They were originally a kind and lawful race, but cruel fate made them displaced and became timid and suspicious.

Well, this is a good start.

He looked at the villagers around him and said, "I see that many of you are injured. I can use holy light magic to heal you."

Yrel's eyes lit up instantly.

"Are you the messenger of Holy Light?"