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

Alvin's Holy Nova was very effective after his strength increased greatly, and the orcs gathered in front of the base were quickly wiped out.

But the remaining orcs, swords in hand, crowded together at the dark doorway.

They had the advantage of terrain, and their height and strength were far superior to their opponents. Green Shadow's huge body could no longer go deeper. Alvin patted Green Shadow and quickly jumped off her back.

At the same time, Green Shadow changed back into the appearance of Kaldorei and put on the clothes handed to him by Alvin.

The two did not stop. Alvin held up Xal'atath, quickly selected the skill icon in his mind, and kept chanting spells, casting terrible magic on the orcs' heads.

The strong corrosiveness of shadow magic quickly awakened their terrible memories of the warlock Gul'dan. Seeing that the human in front of them seemed to be able to use the same witchcraft as Gul'dan, they all screamed and fled into the base.

Some of the frightened orcs were injured and fell due to Alvin's spell, while others rolled down the stairs because they were too panicked. The remaining ones who were not injured had forgotten the order to defend the base gate and only wanted to escape.

Alvin was feeling proud and thought he could just rush in, but he didn't expect a deafening roar to suddenly come from the dark doorway. The orc soldiers who had just escaped flew out of the doorway screaming. They seemed to have been hit by some powerful impact, which directly knocked them into the air, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

An orc of enormous size, who had to almost hunch over to walk in the base, came out of the gate.

He has brown skin, a wild Mohawk hairstyle, explosive muscles all over his body, wears animal skin armor, and carries two spiked axes in his hands.

"Cowards, orcs never retreat, they fight to the death!"

He raised his fist and shouted loudly. It seemed that this guy was the one who beat these fleeing orcs away.

"I thought those guys who drank the devil's blood would be so powerful, but I didn't expect them to still be a bunch of pathetic wretches!"

Brown-skinned orc?

Alvin's heart moved. He remembered that there were indeed some orcs who rejected Gul'dan's temptation and did not drink the demon's blood. But how could such a guy appear here?

"Human! Your journey has come to an end! I don't care who you are, this place is not open to you. Go home!"

The orc raised his axe and pointed it at Alvin, with silver light flashing on the cold axe.

Alvin was amused. It was the first time he saw an orc standing in front of him chatting with him instead of fighting right away. This aroused his interest.

"Orc, you didn't drink the blood of Mannoroth?"

"How do you know about orcs? Who are you?!"

"The Alliance has captured many orcs, so naturally we know a lot about you. I not only know that orcs became violent and warlike after drinking demon blood, but I also know that it was after drinking demon blood that you changed from brown to green."

Alvin was not in a hurry. Now that the Alliance troops had entered the city, the orcs outside would be dealt with in a short while. It was only a matter of time before this place was taken over. He didn't mind waiting a little longer.

"But I don't understand why you're hanging out with these greenskins when you clearly didn't drink the demon's blood?"

The brown-skinned orc was silent for a moment and nodded.

"You're right, I haven't drunk the blood of demons. But I have my reasons for being here. My brothers all died in your world, killed by you humans! Even though I don't like them, I still want to avenge them!"

Alvin frowned.

"Now that your brother has gone to the battlefield, his life or death is no longer up to anyone. However, since you seek revenge, I am willing to accept your challenge. Tell me your name, orc!"

"Ga'nar, of the Frostwolf clan."

The brown-skinned orc raised his two axes and leaned down, fully prepared for battle.

"and many more!"

When Alvin heard the name, he immediately remembered who this Janar was.

"You said your name was Ga'nar? From the Frostwolf clan? Who is Durotan to you?"

"How dare you, a human, still know Durotan? He was my brother, who died in your world!"

Ga'nar spoke, his grip on the weapon trembling. "Come on! Duel me! Show me just how powerful the Alliance truly is!"

As he spoke, the orc jumped up with two axes raised, ready to chop open the human's head.

"Wait!"

Alvin shouted, "Idiot! Stop! Durotan wasn't killed by the Alliance! He and his wife were killed by Gul'dan's assassins!"

"what?"

Janar, who was in mid-air, heard Alvin's voice, quickly retracted the raised axe, slammed his whole body on the brakes, and finally fell to the ground with a "bang".

The brown-skinned orc scrambled to his feet, his face covered in dust and dirt as he asked, "What are you talking about, human? Tell me what you know!"

Alvin organized his words and protected Green Shadow behind him.

"I'm talking about your brother Durotan. He wasn't killed by the Alliance. He was killed by Gul'dan's assassin!"

"Your brother didn't drink the demon's blood either, but the Frostwolf Clan was still coerced by the Horde to send troops to participate in the invasion of Azeroth. Your brother began to suspect that Gul'dan had a deal with the demon very early on. He and his people were ostracized by Gul'dan and were soon exiled. Later, Durotan met privately with your former chieftain, Orgrim, and was killed by Gul'dan's assassin on his way home!"

"You, what did you say... This is impossible. How could a human like you know these things?!"

Janar dropped his axe and knelt on the ground with his hands on his head. All this was a little hard for the reckless orc to accept.

"Because that's what Orgrim said! After the battle, he wasn't executed by the Alliance, but was taken prisoner. He said these things himself!"

Alvin didn't know whether it was Orgrim who said it, so he just put the blame on him first. Anyway, there was no way to verify it with Ga'nar.

"Also killed by Gul'dan's assassin was Draka, Durotan's wife!"

"You, you even know Draka's name..."

Ga'nar's eyes widened, and he finally lowered his head. "It seems that what you said is true... If it weren't for Orgrim, no one else would know Draka's name..."

"What about the rest of the clan?"

"They were exiled by Gul'dan long ago, but thankfully they stayed away from the war early on, so they should still be alive. I heard they're hiding in the high mountains in the north, where heavy snow covers the mountains year-round, so it's not easy for the Alliance to find them."

"Is the mountain closed due to heavy snow?"

Ga'nar smiled bitterly and said, "It sounds very similar to our hometown, Frostfire Ridge..."

"Also, your old shaman Drek'Thar is still alive. He reconnected with the elemental spirits in Azeroth, restored the orcish shaman heritage, and lives according to your Frostwolves' original habits. Your nephew, the son of Durotan, may also be alive."

"This this......"

Janar's small eyes nearly popped out of his head, tears and snot streaming down his face. He stretched out his large hands and smeared the tears evenly across his face. "Are you telling the truth?! My people are still here?! I, I have a nephew?!"