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

The morning mist brushed across Alvin's face like flowing silver yarn.

When he was awakened by the burning thirst in his throat, his first breath was still lingering with the aroma of violets and stardust - the smell of Xal'atath.

Although his chaotic consciousness had not yet fully awakened, his fingertips had unconsciously touched the corners of his lips.

"Ancestors! The child has awakened!"

The old orc language mixed with thunderous cheers hit Alvin's eardrums, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After the initial glare, the dome that came into view was a flowing emerald sky, woven from countless overlapping oak leaves, and the sunlight refracted through the leaf veins to create a honey-like halo.

Only then did he realize that he was lying on a lapis lazuli altar half a person's height. The coolness of the moss seeped into his bones through his naked back, and his skin all over his body was slightly warming to some ancient rhythm.

The runes painted in ochre and indigo seemed like tadpoles coming to life, swimming along the lines of muscle in the morning light.

"Hold still, child, you are still very weak."

The hunched figure of Grandmother Gaiaan emerged from the steaming herbal smoke.

The owl skull on top of the bone staff in her hand was emitting an emerald halo.

"The elemental spirits are rebuilding your body."

Only then did Alvin notice his surroundings.

Twelve brown-skinned orc shamans formed a star formation, their rough chanting harmonizing with the stream. Whenever the spell condensed into runes in the air, the stream would leap up with waves like silver fish, splashing dewdrops wrapped in fireflies on him.

I had heard that shamans' healing spells used the power of water, and after experiencing it myself, it was truly amazing.

Further away, the Nagrand grasslands surged into an emerald sea in the morning breeze, and the long cries of thunder elephants and the silver hooves of talbu sheep could be heard faintly from beyond the horizon.

“Alvin!”

The crying call pierced the solemn ceremony.

The Xingyuan sisters had already rushed into the barrier with their skirts lifted up. The usually elegant astrologer Solanlian now had her hair in disarray and her moon-white robe was stained with mud.

Behind her, the hem of Onyxia's black gauze skirt, transformed from dragon scales, was torn by thorns.

The always calm Turalyon even wore his shoulder armor the wrong way around.

Calpurnia was the first to rush to the edge of the altar,

The elf's slender fingers almost pinched into the lapis lazuli.

"If you dare to release your magic power like this again and kill yourself, my sister and I will suck you dry!"

She threatened fiercely, but tears like morning dew hung on her trembling eyelashes.

However, those vicious words terrified everyone around them, and even Solanlian opened her mouth in surprise.

“…I’m sorry to have caused everyone to worry…”

Alvin tried to get up, but Solanlian gently pushed him back to the altar.

The green shadow walked up, reached out and touched Alvin's head, and natural energy quickly swirled in his body.

Then, a smile appeared on the face of the usually aloof Kaldorei.

"You finally recovered, we thought we were going to lose you..."

She pressed her forehead against his heart, letting her tears spread across the glowing runes.

"Seven days... Those orc shamans said you could turn into dust under the starry sky at any moment..."

"Well, everyone, let's get Alvin dressed first!"

Turalyon silently took off his cloak and covered Alvin's naked body with it.

There were still traces of blood on the Alliance commander's armor.

"We nearly turned Nagrand upside down looking for a cure while one of the guys was unconscious."

He paused, his usually serious mouth curling up slightly. "By the way, we also wiped out three green-skinned orc strongholds. Lady Onyxia's dragon breath is very creative. She can even emit flames that can track people."

"And our Wildhammer friends have found a gentler remedy."

Danath Trollbane's booming voice boomed from outside the crowd, and Kurdran Wildhammer descended from the sky on his griffin, mead foam still clinging to his dwarf's beard.

The dwarf pulled down the cloak he had just covered Alvin with.

"Hey! Look at these beautiful tattoos! I bet the elf girls in Silvermoon City will go crazy for them!"

He laughed and patted Alvin on the shoulder.

"But your capital is far less than mine, young man..."

Turalyon angrily put the cloak back on Alvin, and glared at Kurdlan, telling him to stop talking nonsense.

Kurdlan laughed heartily, not caring at all.

"The orc shamans of Nagrand are much more reliable than those dwarf quacks in Ironforge - I bet if you fall into their hands, they will give you an enema with thunder beer..."

“Kurdran!”

Grandmother Gaiaan slammed her bone staff to the ground.

Seeing that the old orc woman was angry, Kurdlan had no choice but to shut up.

Gaiaan looked at Alvin, and a smile immediately appeared on her wrinkled face.

"The elements tell me it's time to return heroes to the land."

She waved her hand to remove the barrier, and the morning breeze suddenly carried thousands of points of light towards the altar - they were the life essences gathered from the entire grassland. They drilled into Alvin's pores like a swarm of fireflies, and flowed out galaxy-like veins under his skin.

When the last bit of light disappeared into his heart, Alvin heard the crisp sound of spring buds breaking through the soil in his body.

He turned over and jumped off the altar, his body even lighter than before.

It seems that it is really as the old grandmother said, my body has been recast. Of course, it is also possible that it is because I obtained the essence of the ancient god Xal'atath.

The girls suddenly turned their heads away, except Onyxia and Akalissa, who were watching with great interest.

The little red dragon's unique vertical pupils couldn't hide the ripples. "Brother Alvin has recovered so quickly. It seems that he will be even more powerful in the future!"

Several girls blushed...

Although I know that the little red dragon is definitely not talking about that kind of thing, but now that he is naked, I can't help but think about it that way.

“In fact…”

Alvin pulled his cloak tighter, and the tips of his ears turned suspiciously red.

“Maybe my power is stronger…”

Solanlian suddenly started coughing violently, Turalyon looked up to study the nonexistent cloud patterns, and Kurdran laughed so loud that it could scare an electric elephant.

Grandmother Gaiaan struck the altar with her oak staff at just the right moment, shaking off countless drops of glowing pollen.

"Young man, showing off your affection will lead to your death... Now it's time to thank the elements."

......

This old man is so trendy, I never noticed it before. Is this the wisdom of an old man?

Alvin nodded, and his steps towards Grandmother Gaiaan were still a little unsteady, but he felt that his body was much lighter than before.

But as he bowed, the irises on the entire grassland suddenly bloomed at the same time, and a rough sound rang out in the wildness.

“We are the ones who should be thanking you.”

When the orcs around heard the sound, they all knelt on the ground, and even Grandmother Gaiaan was stunned.

"It's the Elemental Spirit! The Elemental Spirit is speaking to you!"

what?

Alvin looked around confusedly. There was no one around. It was just a small circular green lawn surrounded by a stream... Now I remember! This is the Elemental Highlands!

"When fel tainted the land, it was the outsider who brought starlight. The elements will always remember a human named Alvin who risked his life for a world he had never known."