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

Just as Onyxia was about to kiss him, she heard a loud noise.

The climax of the banquet came with the war song of the Thunder Shamans.

When thirty drums exploded at the same time, the beastmen across the grassland began to stand up and form a square formation, marching out a syncopated rhythm.

Even Kurdran followed suit, jumping onto the back of a cleft-hoofed bull to perform the dwarven version of the "Three Hammer Dance," only to be thrown into a fermenting pool of Thunderbeer by the rutting bull.

The most astonishing thing was the sudden outburst of emotion from Gaiaan’s grandmother, the old woman, after drinking the seventh cup of “Elemental Fury”.

She also danced to the beat of the drums, and you couldn't tell she was nearly 70 years old...

"This is much more exciting than the noble banquet in Silvermoon City!"

Calpurnia shouted, pulling Alvin to dance with the crowd.

But the orc girls were too enthusiastic, and soon Alvin was surrounded by countless "beautiful" orc girls.

Even Calpurnia was pushed aside.

"Akaritasa, come and help me!"

The little red dragon was eating voraciously. He had been fighting almost constantly since entering the outer realm, and had never eaten as happily as he did today.

But after hearing Calpurnia's voice and seeing Alvin's embarrassing state, he immediately dropped the food in his hand, transformed into dragon wings, and pounced into the crowd...

When the moon is past its zenith, an empty wine barrel makes the best bed.

In a trance, Alvin felt as if someone had covered him with a thick fur blanket. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the cheetah that Green Shadow had transformed into, with Onyxia and Akalitrassa, Solanlian and Calpurnia sitting beside them, and Yrel was also sleeping in a daze like him.

The green shadow ran straight to the center of the grassland, which was brightly illuminated by two round moons.

Night Blade Leopard gently put everyone down and then transformed back into the form of a Kaldorei.

Onyxia suddenly used the tip of her tail to lift Alvin's chin...

"I heard someone was calling out Xal'atath's name while unconscious?"

Her golden pupils shrank like snakes in the moonlight. "Do you need me to use dragon language magic to help you remember the correct name?"

Alvin broke out in a cold sweat...

Solanlian had already woken up by this time, and chuckled softly, and the star earrings made a crisp sound.

"You should listen to what Grandmother Gaiaan recounted—the murmurs some people utter during healing could fill a collection of love poems."

"So you were in a dream... with Xal'atath?"

Green Shadow asked in disbelief.

"That's because Xal'atath saved me with her Old God fragments... so we..."

Alvin blushed and nodded, only to bump into Calpurnia's gentle arms.

The tip of the girl's ponytail landed on his nose. "We all know she must have done something, otherwise you might... We are also very grateful to her..."

Onyxia suddenly emerged from behind Alvin's shadow and licked her lips.

"Seriously, you sure you don't want to try something heated up with an old god—"

Alvin stood up and covered the Black Dragon Princess' honeyed pussy...

Looking at the gleaming eyes of the six people around him, he knew that this night would definitely be a sleepless night...

Three poles in the sun......

The midday sun penetrated the canopy of the trees, casting amber spots on Alvin's eyelids.

A dull hangover-like pain radiating from the lumbar spine to the shoulder blades

——The aftereffects of sparring with everyone in close combat last night were far more exhausting than facing the Burning Legion head-on.

The aroma of burnt pine resin and rock salt wafted through the embers of the bonfire. Green Shadow was slicing the roasted deer spine into thin slices with an elven silver dagger, and the morning dew condensed into fine diamonds on the tips of her hair.

When the Black Dragon Princess swooped down with a breath of sulfur, the breakfast that the Kaldorei had just prepared was almost blown away by the strong wind.

“Watch the tail angle!”

Onyxia's roar startled the Talbuk sheep hiding in the grassland.

"Do you think air combat is a young eagle catching a field mouse?"

The Black Dragon Princess was teaching the little red dragon the skills of aerial combat. Under her shadow, Akalitrassa's crimson scales flickered, like a piece of iron being quenched.

The little red dragon rolled awkwardly, its breath leaving scorch marks on the clouds.

When Alvin sat up rubbing his temples, the two giant dragons also descended with a wave of air.

"Good morning...good afternoon, I didn't expect you to sleep so long~"

"Brother Alvin! Sister Onyxia is too strict! I would rather you teach me..."

Akalitha came up crying, but Onyxia rolled her eyes at her.

"I'm already a god before I die... Where are Calpurnia and the others?"

"They woke up early this morning. They went to the Elemental Highlands to study the teleportation array. We have nothing to do, so we stayed to keep you company."

Alvin nodded.

Suddenly, Green Shadow's pupils flashed with a silver light of warning.

——Twenty yards away, the sound of dead branches breaking came from the humus layer, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal colliding with animal teeth, and an orc like a moving sculpture walked out of the hemlock forest.

The morning mist condensed into beads on his tan skin. The heavy chain mail still bore the bite marks of the ogre's sharp teeth, but it could not hide the hideous tattoo on his chest.

When he took off the helmet decorated with troll skulls, Alvin noticed that the amber pupils contained a wisdom that did not match his age.

"I heard that in your world, the daytime is three ticks shorter than in Nagrand."

The orc spoke in a hoarse Common tongue, his knuckles stroking a huge two-handed axe at his waist.

The axe looked familiar, and Alvin thought he must have seen it somewhere before.

The orc continued, "Greetings, Garrosh Hellscream. I am here by order of Grandmother Gaiaan to summon you to a meeting."

That's it!

No wonder that axe looks so familiar, it's the same one Grommash Hellscream used when he fought him before!

This young orc turned out to be the son of Grommash Hellscream. It was unknown whose axe was Gorehowl's and whose was a fake.

Garrosh is no ordinary person. He messed up the tribe and tried to control the power of the evil spirits. In the end, he entered the dungeon as he wished, but was killed by the World Shaman.

"Grommmash Hellscream... is your father?"

Garrosh nodded.

There was a gleam in his eyes. In addition to helping his grandmother pass on the message, his purpose of coming here was also to ask about his father's whereabouts in person.

Alvin's Adam's apple rolled, and his memory was filled with the bloody storm before the Dark Portal.

"He was defeated in the battle for Nethergarde. Instead of giving him the ending a warrior craves, I told him he was captured and now he's supposed to be serving his sentence in a prison somewhere in Azeroth."

The forest suddenly became eerily quiet.

Garrosh's fangs pierced his lower lip, and blood flowed down the clan tattoo, blooming dark red flowers on the mail.

The young orc's body trembled slightly, and when his hand reached for the battle axe, Iriel, Green Shadow and others were already ready for battle.