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

"Dorisul! Long time no see!"

The green shadow gently caressed the white owl on its shoulder, which was half a person's height.

The owl looked arrogant, flapped its wings a few times on Alvin's shoulder, and then chirped a few times at Green Shadow, as a response to Green Shadow.

A lot of feathers fell from Alvin's head. Although Dolisur looked very big, its body was very light and did not seem to cause too much burden to Alvin.

"It seems like it likes you very much. It actually landed directly on you."

Tyrande smiled and waved, and the owl jumped from Alvin's shoulder to the table.

"This is Dolisur, we also call it the Eye of Night."

The owl turned its frosty head, and its dark pupils were filled with energy.

It spread its wings and let out a long series of chirps.

When the elves around heard the owl's cry, their expressions immediately became serious.

Alvin looked around blankly and found that every night elf was nodding in tacit understanding - only then did he realize that those rhythmic calls were complete sentences in owl language.

"There's news."

The priestess brushed the owl's ear feathers with her fingertips and explained, "Dori'thul is relaying the patrol report from Auberdine. There's good news... one of our sentinels has been found!"

The dock of Rut'theran Village is home to the Nightblade warship, a unique feature of the Night Elves.

The yew hull is carved with the prayer of Elune,

The moon blade emblem suspended at the top of the mast reflected the sea surface into broken silver.

As Shandris stepped onto the deck, the twelve huntresses simultaneously brought their fists to their chests—the saber panther totems on their tabards echoing the crescent moon emblem on the commander's silver armor.

Alvin noticed that these hunters hardly needed any commands to each other, and every tactical gesture was based on a tacit understanding honed over thousands of years.

It seems that it is indeed as Tyrande said, this is a battle-hardened sentinel unit.

In fact, Akalissa originally wanted to take him across the strait, but Alvin felt that if he went alone, the elves on the other side would not recognize him and many things would not be able to be carried out. It would be even worse if he was discovered by their sentinels and unnecessary misunderstandings arose.

So Alvin decided to take the boat with Shandris.

And Shantis also behaved like a general should.

Elwyn had met the female generals of Quel'Thalas before, such as the three Windrunner sisters.

If there's anything the two elves have in common, it's that they're equally agile, graceful, and deadly.

But although they are all elves, they are completely different, and this is not only reflected in their appearance.

Take battleships, for example.

The Sunfury warships of Quel'Thalas were equally elegant, but beneath their golden sails, engraved with the phoenix emblem, the purple light of arcane runes forever drifted.

The night elves' warships, however, were as steady as the growth rings of ancient trees.

If the Quel'dorei advocate individual heroism, then the Kaldorei advocates more of a collective idea.

Noticing Alvin's scrutinizing gaze,

The moon blade emblem on Shandris Feathermoon's silver armor suddenly reflected a cold light. As the Sentinel General approached with his arms folded, Alvin could clearly see the three mithril earrings swaying on her pointed ears.

That earring is a medal awarded by the Kaldorei to commend military merits. I have heard Green Shadow talk about it before because Green Shadow also has one.

And this Shantis actually has three.

&34;You should be thankful that I didn't sense any evil in your pupils.&34;

She tapped the dagger at her waist with her fingers.

&34;Otherwise you would be feeding the sharks by now.&34;

Alvin was shocked.

&34;Do you have a problem with me?&34;

Alvin was speechless, "Or did I offend you?"

He didn't like this kind of atmosphere, so he asked directly.

If you can talk about it, then talk about it. If you can’t, then just go your separate ways.

&34;I have no problem with you.&34;

Shandris crossed her arms and said, "I do have a problem with your race."

"what?"

"I've seen quite a few of your people in Kalimdor, either poaching, logging, or robbing tombs. Do you humans just enjoy doing these sneaky things?"

Shandris said, pointing to her body.

"Since we met, you've stared at the seams of my armor seventeen times—do you human priests just enjoy studying women's clothing?"

Alvin wanted to refute at first, but he was almost choked by the sea breeze when he heard the rest of the story.

"But isn't a person's appearance meant to be seen? If you don't like people looking at you, then don't go out!"

Alvin said unconvinced.

Shandris sneered,

"I have no interest in arguing with you about these meaningless matters. Anyway, since Lady Tyrande has ordered me to follow your command, I will naturally obey your order. However, I must tell you that your every move is under my watch."

"Alright, alright, I knew you wanted to spy on me."

Alvin waved his hand.

"Why don't we talk business? What did the owl say just now?"

Alvin changed the subject at the right time.

Shandris let the salty sea breeze lift the strands of hair from her forehead, and the morning light dyed her eyelashes a light gold.

The huntress leaned against the mast, her brow furrowed.

&34;Linus Moonshadow, one of my sisters, was found unconscious with a strange dagger stuck in her left shoulder.&34;

&34;When her rescuer touched the hilt of the knife, he seemed to hear something dark whispering.&34;

Hearing Shandris' words, Salatath on Alvin's body suddenly shook.

Is there a dagger that can whisper?

Alvin was dumbfounded.

That shouldn't be the case. Logically, Xal'atath should only have one. It's impossible for every priest to have one like in the game.

There is only one possibility, that something else related to the Ancient God is conveying something to the outside world through the dagger!

"Also, after regaining some consciousness, the sister kept repeating one sentence - Twilight will devour everything..."

Shandris sighed as she spoke. "We'll probably have to wait until we get to Auberdine and see for ourselves to find out the details. Do you have any ideas?"

"This is the way the Twilight Cult practices. Those crazy people have always imagined that the entire world would usher in an apocalypse and return to the days when the Old Gods ruled. I suspect this poor huntress was used as a sacrifice by them. She must have suffered a lot before."

Alvin sighed, "We'll know everything once we get to Auberdine. So...how long will it take?"

"Look over there, we're almost there."

Shandris said, extending a finger to the south.

At this time, the morning light had just broken through the sea level.

Alvin saw a tall lighthouse standing in the distance, and not far from the lighthouse was a crescent-shaped harbor.

The night elf guards on the dock seemed to be on high alert, waiting for the people on the ship to land.