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

She did not participate in the command of clearing the bear monster, nor did she immediately plan the pursuit route as usual.

She just stood there quietly, her posture still as upright as the sentinel statue in front of the Moon Temple, but her silver eyes, which always burned with vigilance and determination, seemed a little out of focus at this moment, as if they penetrated the rotten camp in front of her and were cast towards the farther and colder north - the direction of Winterspring Valley.

Her fingers unconsciously stroked the cold hilt of the moon blade at her waist, and her knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

A heavy feeling of frustration, like the snow that never melts in Winterspring Valley, weighed heavily on her heart.

The Twilight's Hammer... these lingering cultists emerged from the shadows of Ashenvale, cunningly avoiding her carefully arranged checkpoints, using the mad creations of the goblins, and slipping through the air right under the nose of the security network she proudly covered the entire Felwood Forest!

This was a loud slap in the face of her, the Sentinel General.

What made her even more worried was that they went to such great lengths, even at the cost of exposing their whereabouts, to go to Winterspring, that bitterly cold place covered with eternal ice and snow and seldom visited by people. Why on earth was that?

What was there that warranted the Twilight's Hammer's wrath? Some ancient, unholy seal? Or a forbidden power powerful enough to overturn the very balance? Every thought sent a chill down her spine.

At this moment, a warm hand gently rested on Shandris's tense shoulders.

Shandris looked back and saw that it was Green Shadow.

This companion, who is always taciturn and walks with the rhythm of nature, now has gentle understanding in his eyes, like the sunlight penetrating the mist in the forest in the early morning.

She gently held Shandris's cheeks with both hands, rested her forehead against her sister's forehead, and whispered in her ear in a low and soothing voice, carrying a sisterly comfort:

"Shandris, my sister."

Green Shadow's voice was like a gentle breeze through the leaves. "Don't be too hard on yourself. The Twilight's Hammer's madness and deceit are like a plague, impossible to guard against. Their methods are beyond common sense. This isn't negligence on the part of the Sentinels, but rather the enemy exploiting unexpected 'wings.'"

She pressed Shandris's shoulder slightly, offering silent support.

"The thorns of self-blame will only hinder your pursuit. We now know where they are going, and this in itself is the most important progress. The cold winds of Winterspring cannot shake off our determination to pursue them."

Elwyn approached, his gaze scanning Shandris's tightly pursed lips and the solemn look between her brows, understanding the turmoil within her. "Greenshade is right, General. Our target hasn't changed, it's simply the path we took that has defied our expectations. Now, the fog has parted—the enemy is in Winterspring. That's enough, a thousand times better than running around like a headless chicken in the dense forests of Felwood."

He paused for a moment, and his eyes became sharp, like a hawk locking onto its prey.

"As for what they were going to do in that 'freezing place'?"

Alvin lowered his voice slightly, with a solemnity that comes from facing an unknown challenge.

"This is the mystery we must unravel. Whether their goal is to summon ancient frost demons, seek out forgotten Titan ruins, or pollute the pristine springs of life in Winterspring... we must stop them. The answers lie in the snows of the north."

Shandris took a deep breath, and the cold air mixed with decay and rebirth (the smell of the earth stirred by the bear monster's cleaning) rushed into her lungs, making her confused thoughts clear in an instant.

The frustration was replaced by a stronger sense of responsibility and a burning desire to fight.

She suddenly raised her head, and the familiar, sharp light like a cold star rekindled in her silver eyes, sweeping over Alvin, Green Shadow, and the busy bear monsters.

"You are right, Alvin, Green Shadow."

Shandris' voice regained its former firmness, even taking on a hint of coldness.

"Leave the rotten flesh to Gao En. Let's set off immediately! Destination—Winterspring! I want to see what kind of nightmare those blasphemers plan to hatch under the eternal ice and snow!"

"So what are we waiting for? Charge! Target Winterspring!"

The voice of the banshee Farah was as clear as the collision of ice crystals, but it carried an inappropriate excitement.

Her illusory figure spun excitedly in the air, the faint blue light flickering, like a restless cold star.

"I can't wait to go and see it! Is that place the same as it used to be? All white and freezing, so cold it makes your soul tremble? I remember... I remember a few old friends seemed to live near Lake Kaslir! I haven't seen them for so many years, I wonder if they are still alive?"

Her tone was filled with nostalgia and adventurous passion, as if Winterspring was not a dangerous enemy lair, but a wonderful holiday resort.

This sudden enthusiasm was in stark contrast to her previous extreme disgust for the orc camp, and Alvin couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Alvin looked at the excited Farah, then glanced at the ruins of the camp that were being efficiently cleared by the bear monsters.

He pondered for a moment, his fingers unconsciously stroking the smooth surface of the moonstone.

"The meeting at Moonglade is still two days away. Rather than waiting here or wasting time going to Moonglade early..."

He raised his head and glanced at each of his companions, asking inquiringly.

"Why don't we go ahead and head to Winterspring to investigate? At least we can find out the enemy's movements and intentions. What do you think?"

Green Shadow and Akalitha naturally agreed to Alvin's plan unconditionally.

For Green Shadow, she only had Alvin in her eyes, but for Akali, a belligerent light was already flashing in her golden vertical pupils.

"Hmph, those guys won't be able to hide even if they flee to the ice and snow! Dragon's breath isn't afraid of the cold! And I'm very interested in the delicious food there!"

Alvin's gaze finally fell on Shandris Feathermoon.

The Sentinel General had recovered from his frustration, and his eyes had become sharp as an eagle again.

She crossed her arms, frowning slightly, clearly weighing the pros and cons. "Pre-emptive reconnaissance, taking the initiative, that's a sound idea." She approved of Alvin's proposal, but then pointed out the practical difficulties.

"But the biggest problem is that we are totally unprepared!"

She pointed to the thin leather armor and cloaks worn by herself and her companions, suitable for the forest of Felwood.

"Winterspring is perpetually frozen, and the winds can freeze us to the bone. We don't have heavy fur coats or thick cotton clothes to keep us warm."

She pointed to a few agile Night Blade Leopards that were restlessly digging the ground not far away.

"Moreover, they can't move forward. Even the best night elves' mounts can't endure the soul-deepening cold of Winterspring for long. Without their mounts, tracking them on foot across the ice is too inefficient and too risky."

The air was a little stagnant for a moment, and the cold wind seemed to blow in early.

At this moment, the one-eyed Gao En, who had been silently directing the bear monster to clean up, came over.

His huge body was like a moving furry hill, and his deep voice was filled with honest kindness: "Wow... cold... clothes..."

He used his giant bear paw to demonstrate the action of putting on clothes, then pointed in the direction of Timbermaw Fortress. "Timbermaw Fortress has thick clothes for our friends to wear!"

He seemed to be afraid of being disliked by everyone, and added clumsily,

"It's very clean! It's made of our hair and straw ropes, so it's very warm! As long as you don't mind it!"