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

The horns of the Draenei look very hard.

Actually, it feels even colder and harder than I imagined...

Especially there are some rings of lines on the corners, which look rough and not round at all. It is definitely worth a try.

Alvin withdrew his claws from Irel's head. He was a little embarrassed and pretended to drive away mosquitoes. He waved them over her head a few more times.

"Just now it seemed like a bug was about to fall on your head, but now I've chased it away, you unlucky bug!"

Alvin smiled awkwardly and took his hand back.

However, in full view of the crowd, no one saw the bug that Alvin mentioned.

The Draenei villagers had strange expressions on their faces. Some were surprised, some were praying, and some were smiling.

Alvin scratched his head. He didn't know what it meant to touch the horn of a Draenei woman.

Could it be that in the Draenei worldview, touching the horn is equivalent to being a hooligan?

It can't be that outrageous, right?

But it’s best to just get over it now.

He was about to say, "There is no time to lose, please tell me immediately which direction to go to Hellfire Citadel," when a little boy's childish voice rang out in the crowd.

"Is the Child of Holy Light going to marry Sister Yrel?"

"Shhhhhh! Smack! Stop talking, kid!"

"woo woo woo woo......"

The Delaney boy was slapped by his mother and cried. Then the young mother apologized to everyone and took the still crying child back home.

The door slammed shut, leaving people looking at each other in bewilderment.

Alvin broke out in a cold sweat.

Touching the horns will lead to marriage? What kind of custom is this?

"Haha, the kid is quite cute. I didn't hear what he said just now."

Alvin smiled awkwardly and looked down at Yrel.

This sight gave him a fright.

The Draenei girl who was originally rude and violent, smashing things around with a hammer, now had a blue face. She avoided Alvin's eyes and did not dare to look him in the eye.

The whole person has shrunk a lot, and originally he was kneeling on one knee with his upper body straight and upright.

But now, Irel was huddled together, as if he had gone through a strenuous exercise. He was trembling slightly, swaying as if he was about to fall at any moment...

Alvin looked at his hands. "Have I mastered the Bone-Dissolving Palm?"

"that......"

Narad, as expected of the village militia captain, immediately stood up and announced to everyone, "That's all for today! Everyone, disperse. Follow the instructions of the Son of Light and pack your luggage. Leave any large items behind. We're traveling light and ready to go at a moment's notice!"

Then he made a gesture of invitation to Alvin.

"The Son of Holy Light needs to communicate with us in detail about the attack route! Come on, let's go to the reception room!"

The villagers had just heard it and knew that the team would set out again to look for the alliance army that the Son of Light mentioned. They did not dare to delay and greeted Alvin before going home to pack up.

Narad whispered to a few people to follow him, and then led the way.

Seeing that Yrel was still stunned, Alvin reached out his hands to help her up.

Irel finally came to his senses.

He cried out softly, and hurriedly broke free from Alvin's hands, his face turning even bluer.

"I'll go clean up the temple first!"

She whispered, not knowing whether Narad and Alvin heard her, and turned and ran away.

"well,"

Narad looked at Irel's departing back and smiled bitterly. He was also surprised. For so many years, she had always been an unstable factor in the village. He didn't expect that she would feel shy now.

"Mr. Son of Holy Light, let's go to the temple."

"Just call me Alvin. It's always Son of Light, Son of Light. I didn't even realize you were calling me."

Alvin laughed and said, "What the hell just happened?"

"Well, Mr. Irving,"

Narad shook his head, and the tentacles hanging from his face swung around in a rather amusing way.

I don't know whether these tentacles are placed inside or outside the quilt when they sleep.

"It's okay. I can't blame you. We Draenei have a custom that only the man we love can touch a woman's horns. Anyone who touches a woman's horns casually will be considered a blasphemy against her, and she has the right to kill him."

"!"

Alvin almost fell down after hearing this.

Mr. Narad, you seem to have said something very surprising very calmly!

Thinking about Irel's hammer, a chill ran up Alvin's back. He looked around, wondering if it was too late to escape.

Green Shadow has changed back into the form of a night elf, otherwise it would be inconvenient for him to follow Alvin.

The Draenei had never seen a druid before, and when they saw the huge Night Blade Panther suddenly turn into a human, the villagers were amazed.

Fortunately, Caponia brought a small bag with spare clothes in it. She took out one and let Green Shadow wear it casually. However, it looked very tight. The wizard robe made Green Shadow look like a cheongsam.

On the way, Alvin also translated what had just happened to the two of them.

When they heard about the custom of female Draenei horns, they both nodded thoughtfully.

"Luckily you didn't touch that male Draenei, otherwise you would be the one getting married."

Green Shadow's words nearly choked Alvin to death. Calpurnia covered his mouth with his hands and laughed, then said, "Alvin, tell me the truth, do you like people with blue skin?"

Seeing that both ladies were looking at him and waiting for his answer,

Alvin pretended to be angry and rubbed their heads.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm not the Avatar."

The Shanar camp was not big. The three followed Narad and walked around the house that had just been destroyed by the leaping beast, and then they saw an independent building on the slope.

The building wasn't large, its shape somewhat resembling a spaceship, with a curved roof, raised eaves, and even an oval gate. A faint glowing, unidentified mineral adorned the gate, seemingly serving as a lighting fixture for the temple.

"That's the Temple of Shanar. The Draenei also believe in the Holy Light, and this camp is named after the temple."

Narad said as he walked up the steps of the earthen slope.

"We originally lived in the Karabor Temple in the south, but the orcs attacked us. We suffered heavy casualties and were forced to abandon Karabor. We fled here. We believe there are other survivors, but we are now exhausted from dealing with the Horde's pursuit and do not have more manpower to search for our lost compatriots."

"There will be a way. I believe they will be safe under the protection of the Holy Light."

Alvin comforted him, because he remembered that even after Draenor was broken, there were still many small Draenei villages scattered throughout the world, so they must still be alive.

"arrive."

Narad climbed the last step, stood in the temple's main hall, pointed in a direction, and said, "That's Hellfire Citadel. Although it's a bit far away, I can vaguely see that terrifying building and the black smoke rising from it!"

Alvin looked in the direction he pointed, but it was too far away to see anything.

Green Shadow and Calpurnia looked at each other, and both of their expressions became serious.

"How is it? Have you seen Hellfire Citadel?"

“It’s a little far away and hard to see clearly, but the scale is definitely not small…”

Calpurnia stretched out his finger, squinted one eye, and used his finger to draw a straight line with the distant building.

"Looks like I have a chance to try out my new skills, hehe..."

Alvin was a little surprised. He hadn't seen this little girl for a few days. Could it be that this little girl had learned some shocking and powerful spell from the Book of Medivh?

He was about to ask when the church door suddenly opened to one side like a spaceship and Iriel walked out.

"The temple is ready, please come in."