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

"Elemental Spirit, where are you?"

Alvin asked around. He knew that the Elemental Spirits were here, and he also wanted to ask the Elemental Spirits how to return to Azeroth.

A voice sounded from behind them: "I'm right next to you."

Everyone looked back and saw a very small stone man, only half the height of Kurdlan, standing behind them with a silly look.

She looks cute, but has an old voice.

"Oh my god, this guy is even shorter than a dwarf!"

Kurdlan said in surprise, and wanted to reach out to touch the little stone man's head.

The little stone man waved his hand, and the dwarf screamed and rolled out somersaulting...

"Don't disrespect the elemental spirits!"

Grandmother Gaiaan struck the ground with her oak staff, fearing that the dwarves' actions had angered the elemental spirits.

The little stone man laughed like thunder, shaking off the dust on his body.

"When Draenor collapsed, I used my last bit of strength to protect this land. I thought I would die with this world—until I saw you."

It suddenly jumped to Alvin's side and added under Alvin's curious gaze, "Then I will use the power of nature to help you reshape your body. The energy you previously stored has been exhausted, so your body has become smaller."

"You don't have to worry about me. Now, the world of Draenor has perished. It is now a new world. This world needs time to recover, and I will slowly return to my original state."

Everyone nodded.

"Give this new world a name, young man."

The stone man suddenly said.

"Outland."

Alvin blurted out without even thinking.

“Simple and crude, but surprisingly appropriate.”

The stone man clapped his hands and laughed.

"From now on, this continent will be called—Outland!"

"Well, I have another question, Mr. Elemental Spirit."

Alvin quickly asked the question that concerned him most.

"We want to return to our world, but teleportation spells require a large amount of magic power. Can we borrow the power of this world in the Elemental Highlands?"

"Of course you can, but as you can see."

The stone man opened his arms.

"My strength is almost exhausted now. If I want to use the kind of magic you mentioned, I think I may have to wait until this place recovers."

"How long will that take?"

"At the current rate, it might take three or four months."

The stone man said, "But it may be faster. I can't say for sure."

"Three or four months?"

"This is already good!"

Onyxia suddenly said,

"During this time, you can rest well and we can sort it out. We have a mountain of things waiting for us to deal with."

The former Baroness of Stormwind was right.

Turalyon also nodded.

"I also need to send an expeditionary force to Hellfire Citadel and Alleria Fortress. We still have some people left there, as well as those Draenei refugees. Their lives are uncertain, so we need to bring them back."

Turalyon turned and looked towards the east.

"The Sons of Lothar need to split into three scout teams—one each heading to Hellfire Peninsula, Shadowmoon Valley, and Terokkar Forest. This will take time. I think more than three months will be enough time."

Grandmother Gaiaan had learned the common language these days, and after hearing what the Alliance commander said, she agreed.

"The Mag'har will send a guide to accompany you. This world has just been born, and we need to see the changes around the world. If there are still people alive, we will provide assistance."

"That's really great, thank you for your help."

Turayang expressed his gratitude and extended his hand to shake hands with Grandmother Gaiaan, who responded with a smile.

"And my Wildhammer boys!"

Kurdran jumped on the griffin and raised the mead bag.

"We are going to Terokkar Forest! To find the strongest Arakkoa beer! I don't believe those Arakkoa can brew a beer better than our Thunder Beer—"

"Quack! Crowman beer, the best in the world!"

The arakkoa Grezik called over Danath's shoulder.

"Crow people, they are all alive, I can feel it!"

Although I don't know why Gretzk was so sure, I have the impression that there were indeed quite a few of these guys later on, and I believe they survived this catastrophe.

Yrel's sky-blue eyes reflected the sunset light.

"There may be some refugees in Shattrath City."

The draenei girl's horseshoes stepped lightly on the grass.

"Leave these to me, I will bring those refugees back with my people,"

Maraad smiled. He could see Yrel's reluctance. The girl obviously didn't want to leave Alvin, so let him do it.

"I think tonight... tonight please allow us to put our mission aside for a while."

"You're right. This is already a good ending. What we need is not trouble, but a party!"

Khadgar stroked his white beard and said with a smile,

"I've almost forgotten what good wine tastes like!"

Everyone laughed.

That’s right, you need to rest today, and let’s leave everything for tomorrow.

When the two moons climbed into the sky, Nagrand turned into a flowing mercury.

The sound of the Mag'har clan's war drums woke up the entire grassland.

On a giant grill made of thirty Goron ribs, Nagrand's famous delicacy, Talbuk sheep, was sizzling, and fat dripped onto the flames burning below, exploding into red fireworks.

“Drink! Drink up all that beer!”

Kurdran danced a war dance on a wine barrel, and the dwarf's fiery red beard was covered with mead foam.

His griffins were outside competing with the orc wolf riders in tearing a roasted whole rhino, and people's clinking glasses sent beer foam flying all over the sky.

Elwyn's robe was also stained with Talbuk goat milk wine,

He had just dodged the enthusiastic wrestling invitations of three orc girls...

The leopard transformed from Green Shadow brought him back to the campfire.

“Try this,”

Solanlian smiled and picked up a cup.

"It's said that this is mead that the orcs flavored with the bile of thunder lizards. It tastes surprisingly good."

Suddenly, the moss carpet in the entire banquet hall shook violently.

Twelve cleft-hoofed bulls draped in colorful flags dragged a stone mortar as big as a house. The surging liquid inside was steaming up rainbow-colored mist - that was the "Wrath of the Elements" brewed by the orcs using the sunset fruit from Nagrand.

"Cheers to the Outer Realm, Cheers to Peace, Cheers to New Life!"

Grandmother Gaiaan's oak staff struck a sparkling rhythm on the edge of the stone mortar. The old woman's wrinkled face was illuminated by the light and shadow. She scooped a cup of "Elemental Fury" from the cup.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Everyone present held a wine glass, scooped the wine like Gaiaan's grandmother did, and then drank it all in one gulp with cheers.

Orc-style banquets are known for their wildness. Alvin looked around.

Even the usually serious Turalyon had half of his shoulder armor torn off, and the paladin's wheat-colored chest was instantly covered with blessing runes painted with volcanic ash by the female orcs.

Then the female orcs were dispersed by Alleria...

"I bet you five gold coins that guy won't dare look in the mirror tomorrow."

Onyxia transformed into a dragon tail and poked Alvin in the back with the tip of the tail.

There was a light in his vertical pupils that was hotter than a bonfire.

She suddenly leaned over and bit Alvin's earlobe: "Or... let you stay awake tomorrow?"