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

"Orcs, it's because of these despicable and cruel orcs that this happened..."

Garrison Commander Maraad clenched his fists in anger and smashed them hard against a tree beside him.

The thick tree trunk made a dull sound, and a pile of leaves fell down.

The Draenei garrison officer turned his head and asked, blood flowing from his fist.

"Can you tell me first, what did she do? Why do you say she is notorious?"

Seeing Maraad's serious expression, Alvin knew that he was really angry, so he told him everything about Garona.

He had also heard about some of the things that happened in the middle, especially the disappearance later, and explained them to Maraad one by one.

The more Maraad listened, the more indignant he became. If Alvin hadn't stopped him, Maraad would have been injured before the battle even started.

"Alas, I once had a sister,"

Maraad listened to Alvin's story and paused before continuing.

"But then my sister was captured by orcs. They raped her, and she became pregnant and gave birth to Garona."

Maraad looked painful, as if he didn't want to recall that past event.

“It was a long time before I rescued my sister, but she had been tortured to the point of going crazy and could hardly speak.

Then she told me that she became pregnant and gave birth to a half-orc, half-draenei daughter who was taken away and left this world."

"Then I began to track down this niece's whereabouts. Although I had never seen her, she was my sister's daughter after all. It was not until later that I heard that she was taken to your world by Gul'dan, and there has been no news of her since then. I didn't expect that she would cause such a disaster. Holy Light, why do you treat us like this..."

Alvin was silent.

The orcs are so cruel and brutal. How many lives and women have been destroyed by them in the land they ravaged?

I'm afraid there are countless.

Maraad's sister is just a microcosm of their misery. Their misery even extends to their mixed-race children. How will these children cope with it?

They are not considered orcs and cannot integrate into orc society, but will they be accepted if they return to the Draenei or humans?

This is all the fault of the orcs!

"Damn orcs! We must kill them all!"

A woman's voice came from the side. It was Iriel.

She had known about this, a sad past that Maraad never wanted to talk about. His sister was also a good friend of Yrel's.

She rescued her good sister with her own hands, witnessed her being tortured into a monster by orcs, and even saw how the collapsed sister ended her own life.

Yrel's family and friends all died at the hands of the orcs.

She was so angry that she just wanted to yell at the sky to vent her anger.

Alvin sighed, his anger now flaring.

"Orcs and demons, they all deserve to die."

Alvin said through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry, we won't let these rubbish go. I'll let them know what despair is."

He turned around and translated what had just happened to Green Shadow and Calpurnia. The two of them got angry on the spot. Even Green Shadow, who was usually emotionally stable, was surprisingly angry.

"In my nearly ten thousand years of life, I've fought against demons countless times. I know how cunning and powerful demons are. They can even corrupt the Emerald Dream! These orcs, influenced by demonic blood, are no different from their masters."

Green Shadow cursed, the night elves were the race that knew the Burning Legion best, and they hated demons and their minions far more than any other race.

"Alvin, I can't wait to show off my powerful flame model over the orcs' heads!"

Calpurnia also waved his fists around, looking very confident in his new spell, which aroused Alvin's strong curiosity.

He wanted Calpurnia to tell him what the magic was and stop keeping him in suspense, but Calpurnia just smiled and said, "I can't tell you. I'm going to give you a surprise. You just need to know that it's a very powerful spell."

In this case, Alvin did not ask any further questions.

In this way, Alvin and his companions advanced under the leadership of the Draenei until the sun set and the forest became completely dark, and then they stopped.

The Draenei hunters acted very quickly and set up several simple tents very neatly.

Irel arranged patrols and night watch guards, and then walked back.

Along the way, Alvin witnessed Yrel's ability to command the team and discovered that she was actually quite prestigious among the Draenei.

He could feel that the soldiers' respect for Yrel came from the heart and was a recognition of her abilities.

After the forced march, people like Alvin and Calpurnia, who lacked exercise, felt sore in their legs and feet. Delaney took out the food he had brought with him and shared it with them.

Alvin didn't know what these foods were. They looked like some kind of bread made of cornmeal. Anyway, they didn't taste very good. But he was too tired and needed to replenish his energy, so he ate them anyway.

After eating, Calpurnia began to yawn, his eyelids drooped, and he went into the tent and fell asleep.

Even though the elf is over 500 years old, in their world, Calpurnia is still a little girl. After running such a long distance today, the girl must be exhausted.

Green Shadow was also a little sleepy. This druid was also a person who slept a lot. She could catch up on her sleep while walking before, but the continuous and intense forced marches in the past two days made her exhausted. She said hello to Alvin and went into the tent to sleep.

After a while, Alvin opened the tent curtain and found the two girls snuggled together and asleep.

It's so beautiful when beautiful girls hug each other.

He closed the tent curtain, found a stone to sit on outside, and thought about his next plan.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yrel's voice came, "Can I sit down?"

She pointed across from Alvin.

"Of course, welcome, Lady Yrel."

Alvin nodded quickly, then stood up to greet him with a smile.

"You can just call me Yrel. No need to call me Madam."

Yrel threw the hammer aside, and it landed with a dull thud. Then she loosened her armor and sat down.

"Are you used to the food?"

"fine,"

"Stop lying. I saw you frowning while eating."

“That’s savoring it.”

"Then how many times did you vomit after swallowing it?"

"I'm chewing it again, wanting to savor it a few more times."

"...You're so disgusting."

Yrel sat on the stone, looking at Elwyn,

"Are all men in your world as fond of talking nonsense as you are?"

The sun had already set completely at this moment. Because this place was very close to the orcs, they were afraid of being discovered, so there was no campfire in the camp.

But it was still clear, because there was more than one moon in the night sky of Draenor. The silver moonlight fell on Yrel's face, making the already blue Draenei look even more hazy.

"I touched your horn... I'm sorry..."

Alvin suddenly said, "I don't know your customs...so you don't have to pay attention to me."

"What if I care?"

"?"

At this moment, Irel lowered his head, put his hands together, and was too nervous to dare to breathe.

She took a few deep breaths and seemed to prepare herself mentally.

"I'm not angry about that..."

Yrel looked up and smiled.

The first time Alvin saw Yrel smile, he realized that she actually looked pretty when she smiled, but she was just too tomboyish normally.

"A long time ago, the Prophet Velen made a prophecy about you, the prophecy of the Son of Holy Light, and of course, about me..."

"about you?"

"Um,"

Yrel nodded.

"Mentor Velen once told me that the Son of Light will lead us to victory. I will fight alongside the Son of Light and become his handmaiden, spending a long time together..."

"He also said...I would have a mixed-race child..."