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

Alvin clenched his fists so tightly that his nails scratched his palms. Blood dripped through his fingers onto the floor beneath his feet, staining the dark green geometric patterns dark red.

The dragons surrounded Alvin and his companions, waiting for his instructions. Even Nefarian and Saberian, the brothers who quarreled all day long, fell silent.

"We're here! Alvin! The orcs down there have been cleared out!"

While Turalyon was speaking, he had already rushed forward under the leadership of Kurdran, followed by Danath, Alleria and their troops.

His broken sword and war hammer were stained with the dark red blood of the orcs.

"Alvin!"

Turalyon patted Alvin's shoulder.

"Kurdran told me it's okay. We were all prepared when we left Azeroth. I heard you destroyed Ner'zhul. That's enough. At least our world is safe."

"This, this is not enough, everyone... because I..."

Alvin's eyes were dim, his expression full of self-blame.

"This is all my fault. I brought everyone into this desperate situation."

"Alvin, don't blame yourself like this."

Turalyon's voice was steady and powerful.

"The Alliance decided to go on an expedition not because of you. We came here for the safety of Azeroth, to protect this land we love so much. This is our common mission."

Alvin raised his head, his eyes a little sour.

"But, if it weren't for me..."

Turalyon interrupted him.

"Elvin, each of us has been prepared since we set out on this journey. For justice, for Azeroth, we are willing to sacrifice our lives. This is our choice, and it is our honor!"

"But the price is too high!" Alvin's voice trembled.

“Alvin, don’t forget our beliefs.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and darkness, we will never retreat.

Our sacrifice will bring peace and tranquility to Azeroth."

Turalyon patted Alvin's shoulder again and looked at the people behind him.

Alvin found that Kurdran, Danath, Khadgar, and other Alliance warriors all had calm expressions on their faces, without any panic.

Calpurnia raised his staff and shattered the falling rocks in mid-air.

The Quel'dorei sorceress's breath was as hot as fire. "It's a pity that we can't go to Mulgore. You once promised to take me to Mulgore to see the most beautiful moon in the world..."

These words shone like a ray of morning light into Alvin's chaotic thoughts.

He suddenly remembered what the female orc, Grandmother Gaiaan, said in the hide tent in the forest north of Kurdlan Fortress at dusk a few days ago.

"The wind tells me that Nagrand will survive the apocalypse."

The old woman's voice was hoarse but kind, like the crackling of sparks.

"They say the mountains of Nagrand will stand like the backbones of their ancestors."

At that time, Alvin just thought it was a tribal proverb of the orcs, but now the memory of it is extremely clear - the emerald grassland in the game has indeed never been tainted by the evil energy!

Even during the Burning Crusade, when Draenor collapsed into Outland, the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun still maintained its blue sky!

“Nagrand is safe!”

Alvin suddenly jumped up like a madman, his movements swift and abrupt, as if driven by an invisible force.

He gripped Calpurnia's thin shoulders tightly, his fingertips almost digging into her skin.

The elf's long ears trembled slightly, emitting a faint violet halo, as if moonlight was shining on the tips of her ears.

"There's a place where the moon is more beautiful than Mulgore!"

Alvin's voice trembled, and his eyes flashed with fanaticism.

"Just west of here! Nagrand!"

"what?"

Several girls exclaimed in unison and looked at each other.

They couldn't understand why Alvin suddenly mentioned the moon and grassland at this critical moment of life and death.

Irwin ignored their doubts and quickly spread out the worn map. The edges of the parchment were worn beyond recognition.

He ran his trembling fingers across the left side of the map, outlining the outline of the Nagrand grasslands with his fingertips, as if the land was waking up under his fingertips.

"Right here! Towards Nagrand, just west of Terokkar Forest!"

"Everyone listen to my orders!"

Alvin's voice suddenly rose, exploding in everyone's ears like thunder, with unquestionable majesty.

"Climb onto the dragon's back! Let the Black Dragon Legion take us and break out to the northwest!"

His roar was mixed with the roar of thunder and tsunami.

The wind blew from all directions, lifting his robe and making it rustle.

There was a fiery flame burning in his eyes, as if he had already seen the distant grassland and the moon that was brighter than Mulgore.

"Follow the direction of the wind and go to Nagrand!"

Alvin's voice echoed in the wind, with an almost crazy excitement.

His fingers clenched the map tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

"And there's the Elemental Throne over there! It's also a place full of energy. As long as we get there, we might be able to go home!"

His words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking everyone's heart.

Everyone was surprised for a moment, but soon calmed down. They had witnessed countless miracles caused by Alvin. Maybe this time, a miracle would happen too?

The girls' eyes gradually lit up with hope, as if they saw a ray of light in the darkness.

They no longer hesitated, acted quickly, and climbed onto the dragon's back one after another.

The dragons of the Black Dragon Legion were somewhat resistant at first, growling and spreading their huge wings, with strong winds blowing up dust, but they were quickly reprimanded by Onyxia.

"All black dragons! If you want to live, obey my master!"

Under the threat of Onyxia, the black dragons had to cooperate, and even Nefarian was not spared.

Looking at Turalyon climbing onto Nefarian's head, Alvin felt a burst of laughter in his heart, and it was like Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong.

"set off!"

When the last soldier stood firmly on the dragon's back, the black dragons let out a low and powerful roar, and flapped their huge wings vigorously, bringing up a gust of wind.

At the moment the black dragons took off, the Dark Temple began to collapse.

Huge rocks fell from great heights, sending up clouds of dust. The entire temple seemed to be being squeezed and torn apart by an invisible giant hand, emitting a terrifying roar.

The scene around was like the end of the world, darkness enveloped everything, flames raged in the ruins, and strong winds swept past.

And Alvin led the Alliance soldiers on a black dragon, flying firmly northwest in this doomsday scene.

Their figures gradually moved away in the billowing smoke and flying flames, as if they were the only light of hope in the darkness, bravely moving forward towards the unknown future.