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

The moment Alvin shouted, the deep blue sky of Shadowmoon Valley seemed to be torn apart by the huge dragon roar.

The Black Dragon Legion immediately launched an attack. They crossed the front lines of the Alliance and the Horde and directly broke into the rear of the Horde.

They were like a flash of lightning across the sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The appearance of Alvin and the black dragons boosted the morale of the Alliance army, while the warriors of the tribe began to waver.

Their black scales gleamed with an eerie metallic luster under the purple sunlight, and every flap of their huge wings was accompanied by a whistling sound.

Some smart orcs had already understood what was going on, dropped their weapons and began to flee towards the Black Temple in the east. Only some people who had lost their minds due to anger in the battle or had not participated in the last expedition to Azeroth were left.

The tribe's formation began to loosen, and those who were fighting with the Alliance didn't know what was happening. They just felt that there seemed to be fewer and fewer comrades around them.

Immediately afterwards, more than twenty black dragons began to spit fire at the orc camp at the same time, and the rear of the tribe's line quickly became a sea of fire.

"Wildhammer Knights! Charge!"

A shout that shook the heavens and the earth was roared, and from the rear of the Alliance camp, a group of griffin riders came overwhelmingly, cooperating with the Alliance ground forces to launch an attack on the orcs who were resisting stubbornly.

While the orcs had to deal with the Alliance ground forces, they also had to pay attention to the Storm Hammers dropped from the sky by the Alliance Air Force. They wanted to turn around and escape, but found that there were no teammates behind them, only a sea of fire.

However, the warriors of the tribe are not easy to deal with.

Relying on their familiarity with the land and their desire to survive, they launched a tenacious resistance.

It was not until the tribal warriors realized that they could not win on the front battlefield that they chose to retreat.

As the orcs began to retreat, the tribe's formation collapsed instantly along with their fighting will. Some of them turned around and jumped into the fire with nowhere to go, while others fled to the north.

"Victory belongs to the Alliance!"

The outcome is decided, Alvin shouted loudly on the black dragon.

"Ohhhhhh! Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Turalyon and Khadgar also raised their weapons and cheered excitedly.

The air in Shadowmoon Valley was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. The black dragon was still circling in the sky, chasing the fleeing orcs. The cruelty of war was vividly displayed at this moment.

With the withdrawal of the Horde, the Alliance army began to build a new fortress in the south of Shadowmoon Valley.

"Let's call it Wildhammer Fortress, in memory of my Kurdran's escape from Auchindoun."

Khadgar twirled his beard and smiled.

"No, no, there's no honor in being captured! There's nothing to remember in that damn place."

The dwarf waved his hands and rolled his eyes.

"In my opinion, we should call it Honor Hold! To commemorate the great deeds of the Alliance in this world!"

"Glory Castle? What a nice name..."

"It's true. It's hard to imagine that such an apt name came from the mouth of a dwarf."

Alleria was walking towards them from a distance. The elves' ears were not only long, but their hearing was also much better than that of other races. Perhaps the only ones who were better than them were their Kaldorei cousins.

Turalyon smiled and nodded, "Then it's decided. Our fortress in Shadowmoon Valley will be called Honor Hold!"

Alvin laughed in silence. Well, it seemed that because of the influence of this little butterfly of his, even the location of Glory Hold was moved from Hellfire Peninsula to Shadowmoon Valley.

"My ranger saw a group of fleeing orcs going into the northern valley. I'm going to go take a look. Maybe I can find the tribe's camp."

Alleria told Turalyon that although the ranger troops basically still obeyed Alleria's command, as the commander-in-chief of the Alliance and Alleria Windrunner's husband, she still had to obtain Turalyon's consent on many things.

"Alleria, you need to rest,"

Turalyon took Alleria's hand. "Since arriving here, you've hardly rested. If not for yourself, then for your rangers."

Alleria shook her head.

"This may be the limit for you humans, but for the Quel'dorei, it is nothing."

Seeing that the two men were talking more and more awkwardly, Danas and Kurdlan both smiled bitterly.

These two people obviously love each other deeply, but for some reason, they always quarrel over trivial matters.

Alvin looked at Khadgar and found that Khadgar had started chatting with Kurdran and others, and seemed to have become accustomed to the dispute between Turalyon and Alleria.

"You two, listen to me."

Alvin interrupted the two people who were arguing so much that their temples were sweating.

"Or we can follow Marshal Turayang's plan. Miss Aurelia, take a break. I'll take the others over to take a look. We're just tracking some orc remnants anyway, and we just rested, so it's not bad for everyone to take turns."

"I'll go with you,"

After hearing this, Green Shadow came to Alvin's side. Tracking and searching for enemies was her strong point, so even if she didn't say it, Alvin would take her with him.

What's more, as a druid, Green Shadow can now transform into a storm crow and fly, which is really convenient.

"I'll also bring Yrel with me. It'll be much easier to move around with a local. Yrel, are you okay with that?"

"No problem. The north is a forest. I went there to play when I was a kid. The orcs had already gone into the forest and hid."

"it is good,"

Alvin nodded. Although the others had a lot of opinions, Alvin decided to act on his own three people.

After all, Onyxia is responsible for commanding the black dragon army, the Starwish sisters have to stay to build the wizard tower of Glory Hold, and the little red dragon also wants to go, but was held down by Alvin.

It's a very simple task and doesn't require so many people.

Elwyn and Yrel rode on the back of Green Shadow, the Storm Crow, and flew into the sky above the northern forest.

The green shadow sometimes flew quickly and sometimes circled in the air. Alvin carefully observed the ground below, looking for traces left by the orcs.

There were some broken sticks and stones scattered on the ground, obviously the traces left by the orcs in a hurry.

Alvin flew forward along these traces, and soon they found a set of deep footprints.

These footprints are obviously much larger than those of ordinary people, and are obviously left by orcs.

Yrel counted and found about six or seven orc footprints.

"They're very close. My radar can already vaguely sense them. We're heading in the right direction."

Green Shadow said to Alvin, Alvin nodded, let Green Shadow land, and the few of them began to move forward on foot. He didn't want to alert the enemy. It would be great if they could find the orc camp. They should be able to get a lot of information about Ner'zhul.