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

"Drek'Thar, the blind shaman is indeed still alive, but I only heard about your nephew. He might have been adopted now. Let me tell you one more thing: the Alliance won't kill all the orcs like your compatriots did. The orcs captured in the last war were imprisoned, not killed!"

Alvin said sternly, "So I will never show mercy in battle, nor will I try to take any prisoners. To be honest, I hate you orcs!"

Janar looked at the human in front of him, nodded, and finally knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Alvin, which surprised Alvin.

"Thank you for telling me this. Your kindness makes me ashamed. It seems that I chose the wrong person for revenge. There is no honor in such a battle. I will return to Frostfire Ridge."

The brown-skinned orc paused, picked up his axe from the ground, turned around and shouted to the orc base behind him: "From now on, the Frostwolf Clan will break away from the Horde and wait for the wrath of revenge to come! Ner'zhul!"

He turned around and grinned at Alvin, a standard stewardess smile showing eight teeth. Unfortunately, the orc had a mouth full of yellow fangs, so even with eight teeth showing, it still looked scary.

"Maybe one day, I'll become your comrade. Can you tell me your name?"

"You are a troublesome opponent, but I would feel much more at ease if we became comrades."

Alvin smiled and held out his hand, "Alvin Priest, people call me Miracle Pastor."

Janar didn't shake his hand. The orc didn't like this effeminate etiquette, but he still reached out and patted Alvin's hand.

"There are only a bunch of scared cowards inside. No one can match you. The one in the innermost is the ogre magician Dengta. This guy is Ner'zhul's apprentice. He was left by Ner'zhul to stop you. He is not easy to deal with."

"Now the city has been breached by the Alliance. The entire city is full of Alliance. If you don't follow me, you will be attacked by the Alliance."

"Why not follow me?" Alvin said. "Perhaps your clan can become friends with the Alliance, and you can reunite with your nephew and his family in my world. We don't want to attack the kind-hearted orcs who have given up the fight."

"I'm not so shameless as to leave the tribe and then follow you to fight my greenskin compatriots."

Ga'nar sucked his teeth and said, "My enemies are only Ner'zhul and his Shadowmoon Clan. These poor greenskins are madmen bewitched by demon blood. Killing them is not an honorable thing. If I cannot escape Hellfire Citadel unscathed, then it is my own fate."

"Hope to see you again someday, Alvin Priest!"

Janar said, roaring angrily before running away quickly, soon disappearing from sight.

"I thought a fight was about to break out,"

Green Shadow came up, and Kaldorei picked up some leather armor discarded by the orcs and put it on. He also carried a long stick on his back, which looked like a long-handled weapon.

"What did you just say? Why did this orc run away?"

"I have some connection with his clan."

Alvin organized his words and continued to speak to Green Shadow,

"In fact, the orcish Horde is not a monolithic entity. There are several clans that are closely connected within it, including Ner'zhul and Gul'dan's Shadowmoon Clan, Ga'nar's Frostwolf Clan, Grom's Warsong Clan, who we defeated and captured at the Dark Portal, and the Shattered Hand and Thunderlord Clan. The only thing that unites them is continuous victory and the constant division of spoils. Once the war goes against them, the orcs' fighting spirit will quickly collapse."

"You're very knowledgeable, Alvin. I really don't understand how you, at your age, can possess so much knowledge. I always feel like there's a library in your brain. Unfortunately, I don't understand what you're talking about, clans, and I've never heard of the names you mentioned..."

"Of course. How could I be your master? But it's normal that you don't know. After all, the war was fought on the eastern continent, which is very far away from where the Kaldorei live."

Alvin laughed heartily. It was a source of pride for him to be praised by a beautiful Kaldorei sister, especially since this sister was a living fossil who had survived the era of the earth-shattering catastrophe.

He stretched out his hand and stroked Green Shadow's hair as if he was petting a cat, but suddenly realized that Green Shadow was now in human form, so he withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Green Shadow didn't dodge at all, but the blush on her face flashed by.

He reached out and grabbed Alvin's hand, put his hand on his head again, lowered his head and leaned close to Alvin's ear,

"I like you touching me...but your confession just now was too hasty. I will give you a chance and try again after the battle, my dear master."

“Just now, just now…”

Alvin stammered, wanting to tell her that he was actually talking to Xal'atath and it was all a misunderstanding, but the words couldn't come out.

He was afraid that if he said this, Green Shadow would beat him up and run away...

"Get down to business first!"

Alvin changed the subject. "Before leaving, that Ga'nar mentioned there was an ogre mage in here, a disciple of the orc chieftain, whose name seemed to be Denta. He also said that he was difficult to deal with, so we should be careful."

He looked outside and saw that the shouting and screaming had gradually subsided. It seemed that the battle was coming to an end.

"What do we do now? Wait for the main force or continue moving forward?"

Green Shadow's face had regained its composure and he looked at Alvin, asking his master for advice.

Without a second thought, Alvin said, "Of course we have to keep moving forward. Ner'zhul is extremely cunning. Who knows what he wants to do by leaving this disciple behind? It would be best if we could capture him alive. I need to find out where the black dragons have gone."

Green Shadow had heard him talk about the Black Dragon before.

But she herself did not have a very good impression of black dragons. After all, druids had been accompanied by green dragons for many years, and the green dragons had always hated the black dragons that harmed their own kind. The Kaldorei loved the black dragons and hated the black dragons as well, so they hated the black dragons as well.

But since the Green Dragon Queen Yinsera has accepted the return of the black dragon, she certainly has nothing to say.

"Okay, let's move on!"

Green Shadow looked at the dark door. There seemed to be a faint shadow energy flowing out of it. The ominous feeling made her shudder.

"The terrain here is narrow, I can't turn into an animal..."

"It's okay. Just walk behind me and act as a radar for me. If there are any enemies approaching, tell me in advance."

As Alvin spoke, he had already stepped onto the stairs and stepped over the dead orcs at the door.

Green Shadow nodded and hurried to catch up with his master.