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

Alvin clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention. Seeing everyone gathered together, he spread out the map on the table with his hands and looked at it carefully.

"This Draenei map is very detailed. Our current location is here, Hellfire Citadel, the base camp for the Horde's invasion of Azeroth."

His hand first moved westward along the location of Hellfire Citadel, then made a circle and moved southeastward.

"The one who stayed here to fight me was an ogre magician. He claimed to be a disciple of the Horde Chieftain, Ner'zhul. He volunteered to stay here and wanted to use that bomb to blow us all up!"

"Although he did blow me up, it was a false alarm in the end. But this guy revealed something, and I'm afraid we need to act immediately."

Alvin cleared his throat and pointed to the place where his finger had just passed.

"Ner'zhul knew we would pursue him, so he left the people in Hellfire Citadel as pawns to delay us. He's now following this route, heading towards the Black Temple in Shadowmoon Valley. I'm afraid his people have already reached Terokkar Forest, right here."

"We thought so too. My scouts should be back soon, and the team can set off soon after resting!"

Kurdran said from the side, "My boys will launch a surprise attack on them from the sky and slow down their progress!"

"Very good, our cavalry will soon catch up with them! Danas, I suppose you'd be happy to kill a few more orcs?"

Turalyon patted his deputy's shoulder.

The bald strong man roared angrily and slammed his fist on the table.

Alvin had previously heard that the Alliance deputy commander was ambushed by the Horde and his entire army was annihilated on the way to Watchtower. He had witnessed with his own eyes how his soldiers died tragically under the iron hoof of the Horde.

In the end, he escaped back alone. The humiliation and resentment nearly cost him his life, but he resisted the urge to commit suicide, determined to devote his life to revenge against the orcs. Last night, he had been sleepless, leading the Alliance cavalry in a night of fighting in Hellfire Citadel. This morning, he arrived at the meeting room without even wiping the blood off his body. The smell of blood on him was even stronger than Alvin's orcish gear!

"You can sentence Ner'zhul to death right now. I will not let him go."

After a long while, Danas finally managed to utter a few words.

"Old friend, I will go with you and help you get ahead!"

Kurdlan raised his hand and patted Danas' waist. He wanted to pat his shoulder, but the dwarf was too tall to reach him.

"Don't worry, we will take revenge!"

"Something's not going well here..."

Irel, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said,

"What's wrong, Yrel?"

Alvin knew that her hatred for orcs was no less than anyone else in the Alliance, but why was she frowning?

"Here in front, I mean here,"

Yrel extended his slender finger, pointed at a circled area on the east side of Terokkar Forest, and said,

"If the orcs continue to advance, they will definitely pass by here!"

"Oh my God! How could I have forgotten this!"

Maraad, who was standing next to him, saw where Yrel was pointing and had a look of sudden realization on his face.

No one could understand what they were saying, but they could tell that the Draenei seemed to have different opinions. Alvin understood, but the two Draenei were keeping him in suspense and he couldn't hear anything. He was so anxious that he kept blinking.

"Stop keeping us in suspense. Where exactly will we pass through?!"

"This is the sanctuary of the Draenei people, the place where countless Draenei ancestors are buried—Auchindoun..."

Auchindoun?!

Alvin suddenly remembered that in his previous life, there was a white area in the southeast of Taikaro Forest, with a circular ruin in the middle. There were many elite monsters in it, and a bone dragon flying in the sky in the south. He had fought with the tribe here many times. The ground was covered with white dry bones. There was also an entrance to an underground tomb in the north of the ruins, which was full of ghosts and the like.

"What's going on in this place? Tell me about it in detail."

"This was once a sacred place for the Draenei. Countless Draenei ancestors were buried here. I can still recall the golden dome and the colorful glass. Our Draenei sages would listen to the teachings of our ancestors here and communicate with our deceased ancestors..."

Maraad's eyes lost focus, as if he was recalling the happy life of the draenei on this continent.

"We were stationed at Karabor Temple when the Horde suddenly launched a war, and we were immediately cut off from all other connections. When Karabor fell, I led the survivors to Auchindoun. I thought that even the orcs respected their ancestors and would not attack our holy place. But I was wrong. When I arrived, the once glorious holy place of Auchindoun had also been invaded by orcs, and only a small number of people escaped. According to the survivors, Gul'dan sent a team of warlocks from the Shadow Council. They forced our people to find some artifact, which eventually caused a huge explosion deep underground in Auchindoun!"

Maraad wiped the sweat from his face as he spoke. These distant stories seemed to have happened just yesterday, yet they still made the sturdy Draenei tremble with fear.

"The explosion destroyed the entire above-ground portion of Auchindoun, including the sacred remains of the Draenei ancestors enshrined there. Countless remains were destroyed, flying everywhere. The entire area surrounding the ruins of Auchindoun was practically covered in bones..."

As Yrel spoke, he drew a circle around Auchindoun with his finger.

"This area is still littered with white bones, and countless ghosts and skeletons roam around. We believe that the ancestors, having been disturbed, are angry and will tear apart any living creatures that pass by, turning them into monsters like themselves and wandering around there..."

Alvin listened and translated, and when he finished, the whole hall was silent.

An area covered in bones?

How cautious is this?

"I don't care about enemies I can tear apart...but this kind of ghost...how are we going to deal with it?"

After a long time, Kurdlan asked the question on everyone's mind.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes were focused on Alvin.

What are you all looking at me for?...

Alvin shouted in his heart, I'm not good at dealing with the undead either!

He had no choice but to ask the two Draenei present.

"I have a question. Will these ghosts show leniency to you just because they are the ancestors of the Draenei?"

Yrel shook his head.

"The ancestors are furious. We failed to protect their mausoleums, allowing them to be desecrated like this. Even if they attack us, there's nothing they can do. In their eyes, our sins may be as grave as those of the orcs."

Alvin took a breath of cold air. How could these ancestors be so unreasonable?

"Well, can't you ancestors stop the orcs? How about waiting until they kill all the orcs?"

Yrel shook his head again.

"I'm afraid not. To us, those are our ancestors, but to the orcs, their evil warlocks are masters of playing with souls. Even souls will be abused by those guys!"

Alas, if I go up here, I will be beaten. Fighting back would be disrespectful to my ancestors. If the enemy comes up, I will just kill them indiscriminately?

How could this be possible? Which side did this Draenei ancestor side with?

Alvin made up his mind. No matter whose ancestor he was, he would rush over to block the alliance's way and scatter his ashes anyway!