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

"For Karabor! Charge!!!"

"Ouch!"

It turns out that when the aliens charge, they also shout slogans.

When Alwyn heard the Draenei language, he knew that Maraad, Yrel and their militia had arrived.

"Who is this? A new enemy?!"

Alleria was also frightened when she saw a group of tall, dark blue men with horns on their heads rushing into the city gate. She quickly drew her dagger and took a fighting stance.

"Don't be nervous! They are the local Draenei! They are my new friends and the orcs' sworn enemies! I promised them that the Alliance would give them shelter, and now they are here to help us!"

Elvin quickly suppressed Alleria's weapon.

"You're here! Quick! Help us defend the city gate! Our reinforcements will be here soon!"

He sat on the tall Nightsaber Panther and shouted loudly in Draenei to the vindicator, so conspicuous that Maraad noticed him immediately.

"Yes! Sons of Holy Light! We will defend the city gates to the death! Brothers and sisters! It's time to wash away the shame! Kill them!"

Although the Draenei were docile, when they really started fighting, their ferocity was even more terrifying than that of the orcs. Furthermore, these tall and strong men were even larger than the orcs, and each of them was muscular. They quickly engaged in a melee with the orcs who kept coming from the city.

Maraad swung his purple crystal hammer with both hands with great force. Alvin saw with his own eyes that this guy was muttering prayers while smashing the head of an orc with the hammer.

Yrel, in particular, displayed her macho demeanor. Holding a hammer in one hand, she picked up an orc's dropped shield and thrust it forward at the front of the group. However, she wasn't using the shield purely for defense, but as an offensive weapon! With one hand, she swung the hammer, while with the other, she pounded the shield against the enemy!

One unlucky orc was hit on the head by Yrel's shield, and his head was smashed into his chest! Alvin was extremely terrified.

"Well done!"

The addition of the wild Draenei has greatly strengthened the momentum of the rangers of Alleria. With these German tanks acting as meat shields in the front, these elven rangers can better play their advantages, constantly roaming on the battlefield, and stabbing the enemy with bows and daggers.

Suddenly, the orcs' formation was in chaos. Countless orcs who were blocking the city gate with their bodies were directly knocked away by some huge force. Then, a group of knights in heavy armor rushed in!

"Make way for the knights!"

Alvin shouted loudly, asking the Draenei militia to retreat to both sides of the city gate. He didn't want these honest and simple Draenei to be accidentally injured by their own people.

The heavily armored knights shouted loudly, waving their weapons and rushing into the city quickly. The huge impact force of the war horses was like a steel knife piercing into the Hellfire Fortress!

"Alleria! Alvin! I'm so glad to see you're all right!"

A knight took off his helmet and said with a laugh.

"Danas!"

Alleria called out his name in surprise.

"I'll chat with you guys later. Let my boys run around to their heart's content first! Go go go!"

The second-in-command of the Alliance army always went into battle personally and charged at the front. He loudly commanded his cavalry troops, put on his helmet, waved to Alvin, and rejoined the charge.

Looking at the heavy armor and the helmet that covered his eyes, Alvin was a little surprised. These people were really amazing as they could move easily while wearing such heavy armor.

Doesn't that kind of helmet feel stuffy? Won't you go bald if you wear it for a long time?

But it seems that Danath Trollbane was originally bald or had a Mediterranean head?

I don’t know if it’s because of the helmet!

At this time, the little red dragon flew over their heads again. Seeing that the large force of Alliance cavalry had entered the city, Solanlian, Calpurnia, and Akalissa immediately stopped the bombing, otherwise they might accidentally hurt their own people.

"Alvin, there's a strong fortification in the city. The orcs are retreating into it. It looks like it's the center of the fortress. The orc gate may have to hold on!"

Solanlian shouted to Alvin from the dragon's back.

It seems that they were in a high position and could still see many of the orcs' deployments and movements.

"Leave that place to me! Go find Turalyon and tell them I went to take a look first!"

"Okay, be safe!"

Solanlian's voice came from a distance. Akali Tasha had already taken the Starwish sisters to meet Turalyon outside the city.

"Green Shadow, let's go! Go and crack open those orcs' tortoise shells!"

"Hoohoo!"

Green Shadow roared.

The battle at the city gate is essentially over, and the Alliance is mopping up the last remnants of the orcs.

She hadn't made enough noise just now, and when she heard that she could continue making a big noise, the big cat ran away quickly, chasing after the defeated orcs.

"Alleria! Guard the gates and come find me when Turalyon arrives! Take good care of the Draenei! They are all pious and gentle warriors!"

Elwynn's voice came, entrusting the Draenei to Alleria.

Originally, the elven ranger also wanted to go, but now, looking at these Draenei who were covered in blood, had horns on their heads, tentacles on their chins, and were smiling at her, Alleria felt a headache.

Alvin was full of confidence at this time. He did not expect to achieve such great results this time.

Originally, I just wanted to make some noise so that everyone could find me, but I never thought that the noise would almost turn the entire Hellfire Citadel upside down!

Now that he has a dragon, strong magic power, and the support of Xal'atath and Green Shadow, these orcs can never be his opponents!

It seems that the mission in Draenor should be over soon. As long as Ner'zhul is captured or killed and he is prevented from opening the portal and escaping to the Twisting Nether, there will be no Lich King! There will also be no tragedy in Stratholme and Northern Lordaeron!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, although he knew that by now Ner'zhul must have already gone to the Temple of Karabor in Shadowmoon Valley and was not in this Hellfire Citadel.

However, he was able to eliminate all the tribal forces in this area so quickly. This progress was too smooth.

Soon, Alvin and Green Shadow chased the remaining tribal soldiers all the way and came to a circular building.

The orcs' architectural style is as rough as their character. Every place reveals practicality and there is no trace of luxury.

The exterior is made of thick white brick walls, and the roof is high in the middle and low around the edges, just like the hat of a Qing Dynasty official, which is also red.

Yes, it looks a bit like the orc base in Warcraft III.

Countless orcs were gathering at the door and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the heavy armored cavalry.

Alvin frowned. If the Alliance's heavily armored knights couldn't charge forward, they would immediately become fish on the enemy's chopping board!

Sure enough, what he worried about happened. Several knights were surrounded by orcs. The knights dodged left and right, but the orcs were not stupid. They took their weapons and attacked the horses' legs. Some of the poor horses had their legs cut off, and some were stabbed to death. They fell down one after another, and the knights also fell off their horses and became the dead under the orcs' swords.

Alvin shouted loudly, mobilizing Green Shadow, and rushed towards the orcs, blasting the Holy Nova all the way!

He wants to rush directly into this orc base!