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

A stream of silver-white energy flowed in the air. Alvin's fingers gently brushed the hair by Solanlian and Calpurnia's ears. From their ears, he could smell the unique body fragrance of the blood elf sisters.

Calpurnia buried her face in Alvin's chest, the exquisite embroidery of the Eternal Light robe leaving a light red mark on her cheek.

"You've only been gone a few days, but it feels like ten thousand years have passed."

Calpurnia stood on tiptoe and whispered in Alvin's ear, leaving fine teeth marks on Alvin's ear with her sharp teeth.

"What took you so long..."

Solanlian suddenly grabbed Alvin's hand and pressed it against her chest. A ripple appeared on her dark face. "If you don't come back, my heart will stop beating."

Her pointed ears trembled in the magical glow, and she turned her head to see the staff on Alvin's back.

"What are those crystal fragments? They look very exquisite..."

In full view of everyone, the two sisters kept pestering Alvin and refused to let go, which made Alvin embarrassed.

The crisp sound of metal boots stepping on the ground interrupted the girls' conversation.

Turalyon's broken sword swayed at his waist, and little Hellscream followed behind him. It was obvious that the two were already familiar with each other.

"Cough cough."

The Paladin's awkward cough brought the Starwish sisters back from their world of three. Their faces turned red, and they jumped lightly behind Alvin, pulling Green Shadow and the little red dragon to chat.

"It seems you have successfully tamed it!"

Turalyon looked up at the prismatic ship floating in the air. It was so huge that the Paladin initially thought it was another enemy attack.

"Can you tell us about your adventure?"

Alvin smiled and nodded: "It's true that there were some unexpected encounters this time, but overall it did achieve its goal."

"In short, we should be able to rely on this spacecraft to get home."

Turalyon's blue eyes suddenly lit up.

"You mean, we can do without the teleportation array?"

"Yes, we have one more option."

At this time, Little Hellscream came over, supporting Grandmother Gaiaan who was leaning on an oak staff, and the old clan pendants jingled on the ends of her gray braids.

The old orc was also looking at the huge monster in the sky with shock, muttering something. When she looked at Alvin and the others, her gaze suddenly froze on the edge of the crowd - the tall figure wearing tundra wolf skin and his brown bear companion.

"Misha's claws are still sharp, Rexxar."

Gaiaan's voice is like a frosted flute.

The Beast King turned around, smiled awkwardly, then knelt on one knee to greet the orc in front of him.

"Long time no see, Grandma Gaiaan."

Rexxar took off his mask, revealing his true face. "I thought you didn't recognize me."

"You're already taller than the average beastman, and with Misha, it's hard for me not to recognize you."

Grandma Gaiaan said with a smile, reaching out to touch Misha's head, and Misha closed her eyes comfortably.

"How did you and Alvin end up together?"

Gaiaan tapped the ground with his totem stick.

"I thought you were doomed to follow Ner'zhul's Horde. I remember I once advised you not to follow them, but you will see the world with your own eyes... Do you see clearly now?"

"What the Horde needs is a war machine."

Rexxar seemed a little ashamed.

“And I belong only to the wilderness.”

He stroked Misha's fur,

"I'm just a deserter from the Horde. I met Elwyn in Gorgrond... now called Blade's Edge Mountains, when we were under siege by ogres. I've never seen a human actively talk to an orc before, haha."

"You just chose the right path."

Turalyon broke the silence at the right moment. "Our Sentinels have also returned, including the Draenei and the Orc refugees. We have taken in a total of 630 survivors. Refugees from Shattrath are also on their way."

The Paladin's cloak fluttered without wind. "Kurdran's signalman said they can come back tomorrow. It seems we can go home soon..."

“Yes, this thing is huge. It can hold all of us.”

Alvin pointed to the spaceship above him, "Storm Fortress can carry everyone through the void, but..."

He turned to look at Calpurnia behind him.

"I'd like to ask Caponia to continue helping us complete the portal. As the saying goes, don't put all your eggs in one basket. It would be best if half of us could go through the portal, and the other half could build the spaceship. What do you think?"

“Very good advice.”

Turalyon nodded in agreement. "I agree that the portal should be completed. We've established a good relationship with Grandmother Gaia's orcish tribe over this period of time. I think we can often exchange resources with each other, so leaving a portal behind wouldn't be a bad idea. Besides, some of our draenei friends have already expressed their desire to remain in Outland. Khadgar went to Shattrath, and he said the city there is well-preserved and well-developed."

As dusk cast a coppery glow over the Nagrand grasslands, amber bonfires lit up in Grandmother Gaiaan's village.

To celebrate Alvin's triumphant return and the legendary hero Beastlord Rexxar, the orcs insisted on holding another dinner party.

In fact, Alvin suspected that the orcs just wanted to drink...

In the circular plaza surrounded by fifteen totem poles, roasted whole clefthoof cattle sizzled on the flames, orc children chased talbu lamb kids, and the noisy cheers were mixed with not-so-pleasant orc music.

"It seems that orcs are much more enthusiastic than you humans."

Onyxia swirled the bone goblet, the molten liquor flowing over her lips.

When she leaned over to reach the barbecue, her evening gown split dangerously at the waist, leaving Alvin stunned.

Onyxia gave Alvin an ambiguous look at the right time - this woman definitely has ulterior motives!

Solanlian took out a silk scarf from her bosom and gently wiped the wine from the corner of Alvin's mouth: "The blood elves' taste buds can distinguish 360 flavors, but this drop of wine on the corner of your lip..."

Her pointed ears suddenly turned pearly red and brushed lightly over Alvin's mouth. "The most distracting kind."

"Ah! Sister! How could you sneak away!"

"Ha ha......"

The Xingyuan sisters got drunk and started fighting...

Crazy, these women are crazy...

At the climax of the banquet, thirty-six orc shamans beat the elemental war drums at the same time.

Calpurnia dragged Alvin into a wild dance, the orc's riveted waist armor spinning like a storm, and even Turalyon stood up and beat the rhythm to the music.

This senior brother who is always serious actually has this side of him!

Alvin really opened his eyes today.

When the moon was at its zenith, Onyxia suddenly stepped on the hem of Alvin's cloak with her high heels.

“Is our miracle pastor going to disappoint the ladies?”

The breath of the Black Dragon Princess was sweet with sulfur.

"My dear technical advisor has prepared a special surprise for your Tempest Keep."

Onyxia pulled Alvin to his feet, "You come!"

As he spoke, he transformed into a giant dragon and took Alvin and others away from the banquet hall and flew towards Storm Fortress.