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

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Danas squatted down and slapped Gretzk dozens of times, leaving Alvin stunned...

"Are you sure you don't need me to treat you?"

"It's okay, this guy just fainted from shock! What an idiot! Look at my great memory recovery technique!"

"Quack...don't, don't hit me...I've recovered...don't hit me..."

Grezk opened his two eyes as big as yellow beans, looked around dazedly, and found that everything had returned to normal. He shuddered as if he remembered something.

"Claw! Claw!"

"They're all gone! Luckily, Alvin discovered that those candlesticks were controlled by some mechanisms. Sister Green Shadow has already destroyed all those magic props. Don't worry."

Green Shadow said gently, reaching out to tidy up Grezik's feathers that were messed up from being beaten.

"Who is it?! Who destroyed my precious soul device!!!"

Without any warning, a gloomy and hoarse voice exploded like thunder, as if speaking directly into people's ears, making their heads buzz.

"Who's speaking? What language is this?"

Danas asked, rubbing his ears. He and Calpurnia were both confused and had no idea who was shouting.

"It's Draenei. I'm afraid it's the Auchenai priest we just mentioned... He's asking who destroyed his soul device. It must be those candlestick magic props we just destroyed."

Alvin said, looking towards Yrel.

The Draenei girl was originally very happy when she learned that there were still surviving compatriots in Auchindoun, but after all these things, she probably had a premonition that the person she would face next might not be a noble Auchenai priest, but a member of her tribe who had fallen into the dark side.

Can she face these former tribesmen directly?

"I am Yrel! By the Light! May I ask who you are? Where are you?"

"..."

There was a brief silence. It was obvious that the other side did not expect a Draenei to appear here.

"Yrel...why are you here? Well, come forward, I need an assistant as well."

The voice died away, but a puzzled look crossed Yrel's face.

"Miss Irel, what did he say?"

"He seemed to know me, but I couldn't remember who it was... The voice seemed familiar... I don't know... He just told us to keep going and that he needed an assistant. I didn't understand what that meant."

"assistant?"

Calpurnia thought for a moment and said, "Is it similar to a magic apprentice? Just like us wizards, we all have to start as magic apprentices."

"I'm afraid there's no such thing,"

Alvin shook his head. "Look at what we've been through before, bombs and ghost claws, everything is full of evil. Who knows what this guy is up to?"

"Hey! If you ask me, who cares? If he cooperates with us, we'll get along fine. If he's really up to something evil, I'll just take an axe and hit him!"

Danas said this and flicked the axe's blade with his finger, making a crisp sound.

"Don't worry, Yrel. We will all be by your side. Please follow your heart's decision. I trust your decision."

It was rare for Alvin to speak to others in a serious tone; he himself felt that it was a little inappropriate.

"Let's go. We will fight back if the enemy comes, and we will block the water with earth. We will take it one step at a time."

After saying that, he and Green Shadow walked towards the gate behind the last bone mountain in front.

"Well, Yrel, I didn't expect you to bring so many friends..."

The Draenei in front of him said,

"Hmm, let me see, what kind of creatures are these? I've never seen them before! What is this? A cursed arakkoa? Yrel, have you fallen so low as to associate with the arakkoa?"

"You, who are you?"

Yrel looked up at the draenei in front of him, but had no idea who he was.

There was no obstruction on the road behind Alvin and the others. Perhaps the Draenei in front of them knew that Yrel had arrived, so he closed all the mechanisms. In short, everyone soon arrived at the room where the Draenei was.

But this Draenei was completely different from the Draenei everyone had seen before.

Although the Draenei refugees led by Garrison Commander Maraad fought and traveled all the way, and even though they were obviously malnourished and in poor mental state, each of them gave people a feeling as deep and pure as the sea.

But even from a distance, Alvin could sense the stench of this Draenei. It wasn't just an ordinary stench, it was like the smell of a dead body...

The skin was not blue, but a paler light blue. The muscles on the face had atrophied, and even the tentacles on the chin had shrunk. He looked like a Draenei mummy, but his eyes emitted a purple-red light.

Seeing that Yrel no longer recognized him, the Auchenai priest smiled.

"Don't you recognize me? That's right, after all, it's been so long, everyone changes, right? I'm Nemurean."

"Mr. Nemurian? This, this..."

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?"

The Draenei named Nimurean touched his face and laughed dryly twice.

"So, what are you doing here? Who are these strangers? Why are you bringing these outsiders into the Draenei's holy land?"

"Mr. Nimurean, we are humans and elves from another continent called Azeroth. We came to this world to hunt down the Horde."

Seeing that Irel looked embarrassed, Alvin took the initiative to take over the conversation.

"And the reason we entered this holy land is because the orcs kidnapped one of our friends. They took our friend to the Shadow Labyrinth, so we entered here."

"Oh? A foreigner who can speak Draenei, that's really rare. I can believe what you said, because the orcs once opened the Dark Portal and invaded your world. But then you said that you came to Draenor to hunt down the orcs? Humph."

Nimurean showed a disdainful smile.

"It's shameless to talk big."

"What Alvin said is true! I witnessed with my own eyes those armies from another world. They called themselves the Alliance and easily swept through Hellfire Citadel. The orc warchief, Ner'zhul, has already gone to Karabor Temple! They left a part of their army to guard here! Please trust us and lend us a hand!"

"I see. No wonder there are so many orcs recently. It turns out another wave of orcs has arrived..."

"Mr. Nemurian, I noticed you said—again, are there several waves of people coming here one after another?"

Nemurian nodded.

"Long ago, when the orcs began their bloody massacre of the draenei, a group of orc warlocks from the Shadow Council led an attack on Auchindoun. They said they were looking for an artifact, but they summoned the elemental lord Murmur in the depths. The explosion caused by that creature destroyed Auchindoun, and only a small number of people survived. Of course, those orcs are still alive, and they still fantasize about absorbing Murmur's power. Until a while ago, another group of orcs came and joined the previous ones. I believe they are the troops you mentioned, the troops separated by the Horde."

"exactly!"

Yrel took a step forward and said excitedly,

"Please help us, Mr. Nemurean!"

"help?"

Nimurean smiled sinisterly.

"Of course, I'm willing to help me fulfill my long-cherished wish and use your bodies to drive away these orc thugs!"