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

Alvin held tightly onto the protruding scales on the little red dragon's back.

The atmosphere of Outland, newly formed in the disaster, is thinner than that of Draenor.

He could even feel the strong wind from the void tearing at his robe of sacred light.

Suddenly, Akalissa lowered its left wing and carried Alvin and others out of the purple-black thunderclouds in the north of Nagrand.

A quiet new world appeared before everyone's eyes——

The once intact continent of Draenor is now like parchment torn by children.

The floating islands with jagged edges are connected by dark purple cosmic energy, floating in mid-air and may collapse at any time.

The eastern Tanaan Jungle appears to have experienced a devastating fire, razing the jungle to the ground and turning the land a charcoal red.

It has almost become a real hell of fire, and it is no longer suitable for plant growth.

The land beneath his feet had turned into a vast swamp, and in the center of the distant ground lay a huge lake.

Just as in history, the Outlands have become like this.

To the east is what later became the Hellfire Peninsula, and beneath your feet should be Zangarmarsh.

"I just flew over a mountain, but the ecological conditions are completely different from Nagrand... I seem to hear the cries of the plants..."

Green Shadow frowned and looked down.

As a druid, she has always had a close connection with nature.

In particular, there is an innate sense of mission to restore the ecological environment of a region.

"When I return to Azeroth, I will report what happened here to my mentor, Archdruid Stormrage. The Cenarion Circle should be able to repair the ecological environment here."

“Look at those crystals!”

Alvin suddenly pointed to the front left.

Hundreds of purple mushrooms are emerging from the ground.

That's right, the land here is crisscrossed with waterways, the sky is always covered with dark clouds and the sun is invisible, it's damp and shady, it's absolutely perfect for mushroom growth...

Then the mushrooms began to spew clouds of hot spores into the air.

Spore clouds gathered in the air, distorting the dim light even further.

Yrel leaned over the edge of the dragon's back and peered out. Her blue skin shone metallically in the otherworldly light. "Those are mushrooms planted by the Fungal Lord! They can cause mental derangement. Be sure not to let the spores touch—"

The mushroom forest suddenly shook violently, as if it sensed the little red dragon and his group, and it sprayed spore clouds into the sky even more arrogantly, looking both ridiculous and terrifying.

When Akalitra heard that the spore cloud was poisonous, she quickly adjusted her direction, and her red dragon wings brushed past a boiling spore cloud.

Alvin also quickly selected the skill of "Power Word: Barrier" in his mind, and erected a spherical golden shield around the little red dragon's body to isolate the deadly poisonous fog.

"Oh my god, it's a good thing no one has come to the north. Otherwise, if they encountered these poisonous mushrooms, I'm afraid the Alliance would suffer a great loss!"

Alvin said with fear,

What a fortune in misfortune.

This is what later became Zangarmarsh. There were many mushroom people in that swamp. Alvin recalled his previous memories again.

"Fungus Lord... where did these guys come from?"

"I don't know. They're like giant mushroom people, a species native to Draenor. However, they have low intelligence. I think not only the Draenei, but even the orcs rarely interact with them."

Irel took out a small notebook and began to write in it.

Alvin leaned over to take a look and found it was a small notebook with a map drawn on it.

"I'm originally in charge of hunting in the village. I have to remember the terrain and mark it so that people can avoid it next time they come here."

Later it was called Zangarmarsh.

Alvin thought to himself, but he thought it would be better to leave the naming to others.

The little red dragon continued to fly forward, and the swamp was filled with misty lavender vapor.

There are even fluorescent mushrooms that are as high as a hundred meters, blocking out the sun like an open umbrella.

There are glowing barnacles clinging to the stem!

Could this have been the bottom of the ocean? Why is there something like this here?

In the center of countless umbrellas, the lake was glowing with a strange blue light. Some strangely shaped buildings were floating on the surface of the lake, and strange statues were wrapped around the obsidian spires.

"These buildings don't look like orcish ones. Could it be that there are other intelligent races on Draenor besides orcs and draenei?"

"I don't know. It's a pity that Maraad is not here. He is much wiser than me. I am really useless..."

Yrel said self-deprecatingly,

This Draenei girl is just too rigid...

"No one can be omniscient and omnipotent. Even your prophet Velen must have things he cannot see or understand..."

Elvin touched Yrel's long horn and continued, "Otherwise, you Draenei wouldn't be wandering in the universe, right?"

Yrel laughed.

"Don't say that about the Prophet. He has worked very hard for the Draenei people."

As the two were talking, the little red dragon had already crossed the entire swamp.

The last time Alwyn went to Gorgrond, he flew directly over the plateau. It was the same now, also a huge plateau.

With the experience from last time, Alvin quickly asked everyone to sit firmly and hold on, and then the little red dragon rushed up to the plateau covered with earth thorns in one breath.

Alvin asked the little red dragon to fly as high as possible, looked down, and found that huge changes had also taken place here.

Unlike the last time I came, the once snow-capped Frostfire Ridge has merged with the lava landscape of Gorgrond.

Or perhaps Frostfire Ridge has completely collapsed in the universe in the disaster.

The terrain of Gorgrond has also changed. The jagged black rock peaks pierce the sky even higher.

The lava river meanders through the canyon like a molten iron chain.

Alvin saw half a Frostwolf relief remaining on a cliff somewhere, but the volcanic crystal cluster covering it proved that part of the land of Frostfire Ridge had indeed merged with this place.

"It seems the Frostwolf Clan is in great danger..."

Alvin sighed,

He thought of the Frostwolf orc Ga'nar who was always happy to avenge his enemies, but he never expected that their last meeting would be their last.

"Brother Alvin, where are we going next?"

The little red dragon lowered its altitude and asked while hovering in the air.

"Let's go around a few more times and look carefully for any traces of the Frostwolves."

Alvin looked around and realized that he had no confidence anymore.

Sure enough, several hours passed and nothing was found.

Several people decided to continue moving northeast.

When Akalitrasza landed on the edge of Blade's Edge Mountains,

Everyone was shocked once again. No one had ever imagined that there would be such a spectacular sight in the world.

The air here is so thin that it feels like being at the edge of the star realm.

Dark red sand is suspended in a ring in the cosmic storm.

The entire land has been broken into huge fragments, floating in the air, and purple lightning keeps falling from the sky, hitting this dark red barren land.

Alvin bent down and grabbed a handful of sand, which contained no impurities at all.

"These gravels should be fragments of the torn Draenor. They were eventually torn apart by the void and finally re-condensed here, forming this magical area..."

He threw away the sand in his hand and pointed to the east.

"Come on, let's go see the place where the meteor fell as mentioned in the scroll."