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

"Eh? Why did you change your clothes? You smell so good... Oh!!!"

Narad circled around Yrel curiously, thinking her behavior was a little unusual.

But the poor militia captain was caught before he could finish his words.

Yrel flung his hoof backwards and kicked Narad's calf.

This caused Narad to suffer so much pain that he held his calf and jumped up and down on the ground like a spring. His tentacles also bounced up and down regularly, as if they had good elasticity.

"Mr. Alvin, please follow me in."

Irel ignored the captains flying all over the ground and led Alvin and others into the temple.

Alvin sucked his teeth. This kick was really powerful!

In other words, the Draenei are strong. If they were in Azeroth, they would probably kick a kodo to death.

But Narad's words also reminded Alvin that Yrel's clothes had indeed been changed.

Just now when she was outside, she was a silly girl covered in dust and her clothes were tattered. But in just a short while, she managed to dress herself up and look pretty good. Although her clothes didn't look new, they were very clean.

But he didn't dare to look at it any longer. It would be too bad if he got kicked.

So Alvin hurriedly helped Narad up with the other militiamen. When they looked up, they found that Irel had already walked into the temple without looking back, and everyone hurried to follow him.

After entering the temple, Alvin discovered that the interior of the building was much more spacious and magnificent than it looked from the outside.

The top is made of pale yellow transparent crystal, allowing sunlight to penetrate and shine on the altar and statues inside.

The layout of the hall was simple. The hall was covered with mats and many wounded were lying on them. It seemed that the Draenei used this place as a hospital.

There was a large statue in front of the crystal wall at the front of the room. It looked familiar to Alvin, with a tangram-like shape similar to that of a Naaru.

Kneeling on one knee beneath the statue was another male Draenei, who immediately caught Alvin's attention.

He was tall and wore a suit of Draenei-style silver plate armor. Some parts of the armor were broken, and it looked like it had accompanied its owner through countless battles.

The man seemed to be praying to the statue, with a long war hammer made of purple crystal placed beside him.

Hearing the footsteps of Alvin and others, the male Draenei stopped, stood up and turned to everyone.

"Welcome, Yrel, Narad, and friends from afar,"

Delaney said with a smile.

Like Narad, he also has many tentacles on his chin, many of which hang directly from his cheeks, which looks quite scary at first glance.

"I'm Vindicator Maraad. Please forgive me for being able to greet you here. My legs aren't very convenient."

"In the last battle, Maraad was seriously injured. He is now our highest commander."

Narad whispered.

"Hello, Mr. Vindicator, I'm Elwen Priest, from Azeroth. These two are my companions, Green Shadow and Starwish. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Alvin said, naturally extending his hand to Maraad.

Maraad didn't understand what was going on, but he quickly realized what was going on and reached out to shake Alvin's hand.

As he grasped the hand of the young outsider before him, a warm holy light emanated from his palm, passing through Maraad's hand and into his body.

This power was like the caress of the mother of life, quickly repairing the injuries in his body and causing his body to emit a faint golden light.

Irel and the others looked at the miracle happening before their eyes in amazement. They saw that Maraad, who was originally seriously injured, quickly regained his complexion and his whole body exuded his original powerful energy.

"What happened, bro?"

Narad supported the trembling Maraad, "What did you do to him?!"

The militia captain shouted at Alvin.

"Don't be nervous, bro,"

Maraad smiled and said, "I want to thank Mr. Alvin. He used the Holy Light to heal my internal injuries. This is truly a miracle!"

He patted his chest heavily.

The plate armor made a duangduang sound, indicating that his injuries had recovered.

"Except for Prophet Velen, I have never seen such a powerful priest! It seems that what Yrel said was right. You really are the Son of Light that Velen prophesied! To be honest, I was a little bit unconvinced at first!"

"I'm glad to see you back to health, Mr. Garrison."

Alvin pulled his hand back.

It seems that Maraad is the commander here.

Maraad, this name sounds familiar, who is it?

Alvin didn’t remember it, so forget it, let’s talk about business first.

He told Garrison Commander Maraad of his idea of attracting the attention of the Alliance army by feinting an attack on Hellfire Citadel in the hope of leading the refugees from the Shanar camp to defect to the Alliance.

The garrison officer nodded.

"Yrel gave me a general overview before you came. I know you easily dealt with two Leap Beasts, and I believe you and your alliance possess great power."

"I agree with your plan. I will lead the Shanar garrison to participate in your operation. I hope to successfully attract the attention of your friends."

"..."

Happiness came a little suddenly, and Alvin was a little confused.

"You just agreed so easily?"

"Yes."

"Are there no trials?"

"No."

"Normally, shouldn't you be the first to offer your help? But some of you are separated, so I need to find them first."

"Then you say you don't have weapons, and I'll go help collect weapons."

"Then you said one of your people was kidnapped by orcs or some monster, and I had to go and rescue that person. But when I got there, I found that person trapped in a cage. I had to kill a bad guy with a key, then take the key, open the cage, and bring this poor guy back. But every few steps, an enemy would rush up to fight me to the death, and the person I rescued had no fighting ability at all and was extremely easy to kill. Finally, it was all over, and then I could go to attack Hellfire Citadel? And it's not over yet. You said you would fight with me, but I ended up going alone, and you all cheered me on. And finally, you said I was the White Wind of the New World and the Blue Star that guides the way?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Why, why do you want to do this?"

Iri looked at Maraad, then at Alvin.

"You think too much. We can handle those little things ourselves. Why should we trouble the Son of Holy Light to do it?"

"Also, what are White Wind and Blue Star?"

Maraad asked, scratching his big head.

"Hahahaha, it's not important, it's not important."

Alvin laughed in silence. It seemed that things in real life were much simpler and more straightforward than playing games.

"In that case... Regarding the attack on Hellfire Citadel, I want to take action immediately. Is that okay?"

"I'm worried about my friends," Alvin said.