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

Alvin was a little surprised.

“Are all dryads female?”

Alvin's voice was filled with a strong curiosity about each race.

“Then how do they reproduce?”

Shandris turned and gave him a big eye roll.

"Of course they have their own ways. I advise you not to distract yourself on such matters."

But when she noticed the flame of knowledge dancing in Alvin's eyes, her cold voice finally softened.

Shandris's face suddenly flushed, and she was silent for a while, as if she was organizing her words.

"All dryads are daughters of the demigod Cenarius. In fact, I have never heard of any descendants of them..."

Cenarius?

Isn't that an old deer?

"This old guy is really fierce. He gave birth to so many children?!"

Shandris's face turned even redder...

She reached out and brushed the hair away from her ears.

"I don't know the specifics, but I want to remind you not to get too interested in these things."

"If you see a dryad in the future, be sure to mind your words and actions. They don't like people who are impolite. They've even caught anyone who stared at them and thrown them into the river!"

Shandris continued, "There once was a mage apprentice who claimed to be from Dalaran."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the stream beside the road.

"Because I was so engrossed in watching, the tree demons threw me into this river."

Alvin's Adam's apple rolled noticeably. He was very curious to begin with, and it would be terrible if the tree demon really caught him staring at him, causing some bad consequences.

"Um...thank you for reminding me, I don't think I should..."

He pretended to wipe the sweat off his face with his hands, but in fact he caught a glimpse of the fleeting smile on the corner of the Sentinel General's lips with the corner of his eye.

"Their upper bodies are very similar to our Kaldorei women..."

"But from the waist down they take the form of deer. They wear simple leather armor, are agile and lively, and are very adept at navigating the forest."

"Now, a large area in the eastern part of Ashenvale is under their management, and their headquarters is where the tentacle is located - the treehouse in the forest."

Isn’t this the original appearance of the night elf deer in Warcraft 3?

"These little deer... no, these tree demons, don't they like to use poisoned javelins as weapons?"

Shandris's eyes showed a look of surprise.

"You are indeed very knowledgeable. Dryads have rarely left the forest, yet you know all about them?"

"I've known some of it before,"

Alvin laughed. "Where did these dryads pick up the tentacle fossils?"

"have no idea,"

When the fossilized tentacles were mentioned, Shandris shook her head.

"I guess those girls used the ordinary fossilized tentacles of the Old Gods as columns when they were building the house..."

Shandris continued,

"After the treehouse in the forest was built, some strange things happened—some men passing by...went crazy there. Just like Farah said just now, those stupid guys actually wanted to touch the tree demon..."

"To a fawn?"

Alvin already had a picture in his mind...

"These guys have really strong tastes... Did they succeed?"

Shandris blushed and ignored Alvin but continued,

"Of course not! Those dryads are natural elves in the forest. They quickly caught the perverts and threw them into the river..."

"The strange thing is, after falling into the river, perhaps because of the cold water, those guys all returned to their original state, and they didn't even know what they had done before!"

Shantis said helplessly,

"So, the stories kept getting weirder and weirder. First, they said the tree demons had the ability to charm men. Then they said there was a beautiful tree demon living in the woods. Later, men were forbidden to approach that place... Now it seems that it's because of that tentacle that the men passing by are going crazy."

"So, the three Faceless One relics unearthed by the Sword of Domination are all in Ashenvale?"

Alvin grinned.

The Kaldorei traitor, along with the Twilight's Hammer cultists, first attacked Farah and took away the Fang of the Faceless, and then attacked the Temple of Aessina. Their suspected target was the Moonstone, also known as the Eye of the Faceless.

"Are the cultists collecting the three relics of the Faceless Men?!"

Alvin and Shantis suddenly turned their heads together and shouted in unison.

The sentries heard the two men's screams and turned around again, only to find that the two men's heads were twisted together, and then with a "bang", their foreheads hit each other.

"Ouch!"

Alvin covered his head with his hands and fell back, and was held in Akalitassa's arms.

"Brother, are you okay?!"

"Humph! What a weak fellow! Haha, haha... woo..."

When Shantis saw that the sentinels had turned around to look at them, she immediately put on a strong face, gently holding her forehead with her hand, as if nothing had happened.

But her tears were also swirling in her eyes, and she had a hard time holding them back from flowing out.

"keep going!"

Shandris gritted her teeth and commanded,

"Yes!"

After everyone turned away, Shandris bared her teeth and covered her forehead...

"You're such a tough cookie... Did you deliberately use petrification on your head to go against me?"

"Who has the time for that?"

Alvin cast a spell and rubbed his forehead, and the pain immediately eased a lot.

Then he pulled Shandris, and while the Sentinel General was dodging, he gently stroked her forehead.

The gentle holy light entered her body, making Shantis feel refreshed and the pain in her head disappeared immediately.

"That means the enemy may have gone to their tree home in the forest!"

Alvin asserted, "The enemy is now ahead of us. According to the fur monster, the Temple of Aesina should have been lost, and the Moonstone may have fallen into the hands of the cultists!"

"That is to say, it would be useless for us to go now..."

Shantis made a quick decision.

"We should head to the treehouse in the forest right away! Maybe we can catch up with those damn thieves!"

"That's right, Miss Shantis,"

Alvin smiled and nodded at her, "Give the orders, General."

"Everyone! Follow my orders!"

Shandris immediately stopped the marching troops, and the sentinels immediately controlled the Night Blade Leopards under their mounts to stop.

"We will split into two groups! Arya! You lead half of the troops and continue to the Temple of Aessina! Mr. Alvin and I will lead the remaining half to the treehouse in the forest!"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why their general would give such an order.

"General..."

Arya stepped forward. "But the Woodlands is even further from the Zoram Coast...it's even east of Astranaar. Do you really want to go there?"

"That's right,"

Shandris nodded.

"We suspect the enemy's goal is to collect the three Faceless Men's relics, and the last one is in the Forest Treehouse! They wouldn't dare take the main road, as Astranaar is just ahead, so they'll definitely take a detour. If we take the mainland route, we'll definitely reach the Forest Treehouse before them!"

The sentries showed expressions of sudden realization.

"General, please allow me to go with you to the tree house in the forest!"

"Arya, I need you to help me stabilize the situation at the Temple of Aessina. This is very important."

Shandris held Arya's hands and looked at the adjutant who had followed her for thousands of years.

"I believe you won't let me down, right?"

"Okay, okay..."

Arya's face turned slightly red, her face full of reluctance, but she finally nodded.

Alvin looked at the interaction between the two beauties. It was obviously quite beautiful, but why did it feel a little weird?