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

This question came so suddenly that everyone was stunned again.

Akalitrassa raised her head almost reflexively, and answered with the unique pride of a dragonborn: "Is that even a question? Of course it's us, the mighty dragons! Spreading our wings and soaring through the sky, we are the overlords of the skies!"

Her voice carried a natural confidence in the authority of the sky.

Alvin nodded. "That's right! Akali is right. What else can fly?"

Although Shantis felt that Alvin was being mysterious,

But her professional instinct made her immediately give an answer that was consistent with her experience as a Kaldorei Sentinel.

"Warhawks, Hippogryphs, Chimeras... The sky belongs to the masters of wings, including birds and their relatives."

Her tone was efficient, with a hint of impatience, "Do you even need to ask such common sense?"

One-Eyed Gao En reacted quickly this time. He moved his huge bear paws awkwardly, making a low, nostalgic humming sound.

"Wind... kite! High up... in the wind! Woo, I used to play with it when I was a kid... ho ho!"

After hearing these answers, Alvin smiled knowingly and with a hint of cunning. He slowly shook his head and said, "You are all right. But..."

He paused deliberately, whetting everyone's appetite, before he said word by word, "People can fly, too."

"People flying?!"

One-Eyed Gao En shouted, and his long hair almost exploded.

"How can humans fly? How much alcohol do you have to drink to dream like that?"

Green Shadow frowned his delicate eyebrows: "Mr. Bear Monster! Alvin is right! I can fly!"

Her form shifted, and the delicate Kaldorei girl disappeared, replaced by a beautiful blue raven...

The raven raised its head proudly, as if to encourage Alvin.

"Thank you, Green Shadow."

Alvin touched Green Shadow's wings affectionately. "But this is also a transformation made with the help of nature. It's not the kind of flight that ordinary people are flying like I was talking about."

Shandris's eyes grew sharper, and she began to wonder if Alvin had been overwhelmed by the stench.

"Alvin! Explain yourself! Do you mean those orcs have wings? Or did the Twilight's Hammer cast mass levitation on them?" Her fingers clenched unconsciously, and it was clear that her patience was almost exhausted.

"Neither,"

Alvin no longer kept the mystery a secret, his voice filled with the excitement of having solved the mystery.

"Humans can fly with the help of tools! And these tools are probably inspired by the missing goblin caravans!" He pointed sharply at the abnormal area in the center of the camp.

"The unusually strong residue of fire magic, and the 'skinned' beasts—the skins of bears, monitor lizards, or other large beasts! All of this points to the same thing—a hot air balloon!"

"Hot...balloon?"

Everyone repeated the unfamiliar word in unison, with confusion written all over their faces.

"That's right!"

Alvin spoke faster and began to explain this strange object that existed in certain corners of Azeroth (especially in areas where goblin engineering was prevalent).

"The hot air balloon is one of those crazy creations of goblin engineering! The principle is simple: a huge, tough, airtight leather airbag with a basket for the person hanging from it. A strong flame is lit in the basket to heat the air in the airbag. Hot air is lighter than cold air, so it generates a huge lift! When the lift is greater than the weight of the entire device..."

He opened his arms and lifted them up.

"A hot air balloon can take the people in the basket up into the sky!"

He pointed in the direction of Timbermaw Hold, then turned toward Winterspring.

"Think about it! Why is there such a concentrated and powerful remnant of fire magic in the center of the camp, but no signs of burning?"

"Because the flame is strictly confined in a special burner, continuously and steadily heating the air! Why are there so many skinned beasts on the scene? Because they need large, tough, and well-sealed leather to make the airbags! Why did the goblin caravan disappear? Because they provided key technology and components, and may even have operated it themselves! Those orcs, the followers of the Twilight's Hammer, don't need to storm the precipitous pass of Timbermaw Fortress, nor do they need to take a long detour through the mountains..."

Alvin's voice was filled with the shock of having seen the truth, and he stated his conclusion with absolute certainty:

"They took a hot air balloon and flew directly over Timbermaw Hold and headed straight for Winterspring!"

silence.

The only sounds in the camp were the whimpering of the wind blowing through the tattered tents and the heavy breathing of the crowd.

The impatience on Shandris Feathermoon's face had long been replaced by shock.

She raised her head, her gaze seeming to penetrate the dense treetops and reach the invisible road in the sky.

If what Alvin said was true...

The strangeness and audacity of this tactic completely exceeded the scope of conventional military thinking!

Gao En also raised his huge head and looked at the sky, making a low, confused and awed grunt in his throat.

Fly? Like a bird? This was beyond his comprehension as a creature of the earth. After a long while, he managed to utter, "Those goblin things... can really fly?!"

Almost no one here understands the principles of goblin engineering, but they have to admit this incredible possibility.

Green Shadow's eyes flashed with amazement: "Oh my God... flying directly over my head... this is so... so cunning!"

Alvin looked at the devastated land that had been defiled and abandoned by the Twilight's Hammer.

The smell of decay and stench in the air became stronger.

He kicked away a piece of rag at his feet that was covered with mud and looked like the remains of some internal organs with the toe of his boot in disgust.

He said to the bear monster leader who was still looking up at the sky and seemed to be still digesting the concept of "flying orcs": "Gao En, there is nothing to check here. Let your people clean it up."

The one-eyed bear monster was brought back to reality by Alvin's voice.

His massive body jolted violently, and a deep, echoing "Woo?" emanated from his throat.

Then I reacted.

He shook his huge head vigorously, as if to get rid of those incredible images of "flying", then turned to several strong bear monster companions behind him, uttered a few short and majestic growls and grunts, and gave instructions in their own language.

The fur monsters sprang into action, their massive bodies moving among the ruins, and began roughly but efficiently pushing down the tattered frames of tents, gathering up the scattered garbage and the disgusting remains of rotting flesh.

They seemed to have a stronger tolerance for the stench, but their movements were also filled with disgust for this desecrated land. The cleaning action was more like a purification ritual. The heavy footsteps and the muffled sound of dragging debris broke the silence of the camp.

Alwyn's gaze turned to Sentinel General Shandris Feathermoon.

Ever since he uncovered the mystery of the hot air balloon, this usually decisive general has become unusually silent.