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

Yrel's voice trembled.

Her voice was quite loud and the Draenei who were nearby heard it, which immediately caused quite a stir.

People were whispering to each other and the scene became chaotic for a while. Many people who had been hiding at the door and windows to watch the excitement ran out of their homes and surrounded Alvin and others.

"Why are you all so enthusiastic all of a sudden..."

Alvin was a little flattered when he was tightly surrounded by the Draenei. It was obvious that these people had no ill intentions. It was just that a group of tall and strong Draenei surrounding him was quite imposing.

"Do you really know Holy Light spells?"

Narad bent down, trying to put himself at the same height as Alvin, so as to appear more humble.

"I don't mean to offend you. Although I don't know much about spellcasters, I just saw you using shadow energy. Aren't you a warlock?"

It seems that the shadow priest has not yet appeared in the world of Draenor...

Irel stared at him with his eyes wide open, and the villagers nearby were nervously waiting for him to speak. This atmosphere made Alvin a little nervous.

"Yes, I am a priest, but I can use the power of shadow and holy light at the same time."

Alvin spread his hands apart, just like he did when he first went to Starwish's house to show Archmage Romanth.

The left hand condensed shadow magic, and the right hand condensed holy light magic. The two different magic elements quickly gathered in the air and turned into two light balls, one black and one gold, in a form visible to the naked eye.

The Draenei villagers cried out in surprise.

Caponia laughed secretly, thinking that these people really had never seen the world. If they knew Alvin's true power, they would be scared to death.

Hmm, I really want to see how shocked these big guys are by Alvin.

"Maybe it's rare, but I'm definitely a genuine pastor."

"The spokesperson for the Holy Light! He is the Son of Prophecy!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, like a thunderclap in the sky!

The Draenei fell into greater chaos, even more chaotic than when they were attacked by the leap beasts just now!

Everyone looked at him with awe. The villagers who were close to him stretched out their hands, wanting to touch Alvin's body. Some even knelt down to worship him...

Although the Draenei warriors led by Narad tried their best to surround Alvin to ensure that he would not be hurt in the chaos, the villagers were like seeing an idol and could not stop him at all.

Alvin stood there, neither laughing nor crying, being touched here and there by a group of blue-skinned draenei. He couldn't hide away, so he could only hold Calpurnia tightly in his arms to prevent others from touching the elf. The girl had thin arms and legs, and only he could touch her...

"Hoohoho!!!"

The roar of the Night Blade Leopard was heard, and the green shadow that had been standing quietly behind Alvin quickly intimidated the villagers with a roar and dispersed the chaos.

The villagers saw that the Night Blade Leopard, which had just killed the Leap Beast with great power, became angry and retreated in fear.

Green Shadow acted quickly. She stretched her neck and accurately picked up Alvin, who was holding Calpurnia.

The weight of the two people did not pose any burden to Green Shadow.

She picked up Alvin as easily as a mother cat picking up a kitten, turned around and placed both of them on her warm and solid back.

"Quiet!"

Yrel lived up to her reputation as a tomboy. She pulled out her warhammer and hit a brick that had just been knocked off by the Leap Beast with a "Duang" sound, smashing the big rock into pieces.

Fragments of stone shattered and flew everywhere, further dispersing the people.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Irwin, the villagers are too excited,"

Actually, you are quite excited. If this hammer hits someone, it will probably be fatal, Alvin thought.

Yrel threw the warhammer casually, and it hit the ground with a loud noise. Then he turned around and knelt on one knee in front of Alvin who was riding on Green Shadow.

"After watching the magic you just performed, I am almost certain that you are the prophecy circulating among our people—the Son of Holy Light, who will bring salvation to the Draenei."

After Irel finished speaking, the people around him, including Narad and others, all knelt down.

"Yrel is right."

Narad's face was also filled with unconcealable excitement.

"Our leader, the Prophet Velen, once prophesied that a Son of Light coming from afar would lead the Draenei to end their life of exile and save us from dire straits. And the legendary Son of Light is the one who can wield both shadow and light magic at the same time, just like you!"

Alvin was completely confused. Did Viren make a prophecy about himself?

He knew Prophet Velen, the leader of the Draenei and a prophet.

He was originally one of the three great Eredar and worked with Kil'jaeden and Archimonde.

Later, he was unwilling to join the Burning Legion with his other two colleagues, so he secretly took his people and fled from their hometown of Argus, and went into exile all the way to the world of Draenor.

As a result, there was still no peace in Draenor. After learning about this, Kil'jaeden immediately corrupted another group of creatures in the world of Draenor, the orcs.

The orcs drank the blood of the demons, became violent and warlike, and became minions of the Burning Legion. They carried out Kil'jaeden's orders and almost slaughtered Velen and his people.

The Draenei in the Shanar camp now are all people of Velen, and the three words "Draenei" actually means "exiles" when translated.

"Please stand up first,"

Alvin was at a loss, and being bowed to by so many people was really stressful.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally Narad said, "The Son of Holy Light asks everyone to stand up!" Everyone stood up.

"Prophet Velen...where is he now?"

Yrel shook his head, a look of pain on his face.

"When we were fleeing, he led his men to stay behind to resist the orc army, which gave us a chance to escape. Now his life or death is uncertain..."

"Please, Son of Holy Light, help us find the prophet!"

"Yes, please help us, Son of Holy Light!"

People in the crowd kept shouting, and some women cried heartbreakingly, as if Alvin could immediately lead them to kill all the orcs and avenge them.

"Everyone, please be quiet first!"

Alvin exclaimed.

Seeing how pitiful the Draenei here were, he also felt pity.

If history had continued to develop, the Shanar Temple where they were now might soon be found and destroyed by orcs, becoming the ruins of Shanar. It was unknown how many people in this village would have survived.

If I stay here, I might be killed, so I might as well take these people with me.

Anyway, Alvin is going to move eastward to find the Glory Fort that should exist, and the Alliance also needs the help of these local natives. With them as guides, the Alliance will have in-depth geographical knowledge about this continent, which will greatly increase the Alliance's chances of winning against the native tribes.

He pressed his hands down, and the villagers finally quieted down, waiting quietly for Alvin to speak.

"I don't know if I am the Son of Light that your prophet mentioned. I think we may have to wait until we find Velen to find out."

"But I don't recommend you continue camping here. Believe me, the tribe will soon find you and destroy this place. You need to leave as soon as possible!"