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

Shandris Feathermoon felt as if her cheeks were being roasted on fire.

As a night elf, her skin, like the violet in the deep forest, is usually a symbol of toughness and mystery.

However, at this moment, a scorching heat surged uncontrollably on that dark face. Alvin's mischievous eyes swept over, and a smirk on the corner of his mouth made the heat rush straight to his head.

The Sentinel General felt his face burning hot.

But what Alvin thought of was the word he often used to describe a person's complexion in his previous life - liver color...

Being watched by everyone—the majestic guardian dragon, the leader she revered as a parent, and the one person who had upset her—Shandris felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to retreat into the shadows immediately.

At this moment, a warm hand gently held her clenched fist.

It's Green Shadow.

The deep voice of this companion whom Shandris regarded as a sister was like the wind blowing through the ancient oak forest. It carried a soothing power and reached Shandris' ears clearly:

"Shandris, there's no need to worry."

Her eyes were frank and sincere, sweeping across Alvin and then back to Shandris's face.

"Alvin just whispered to me that I must rely on your guidance on this trip to Azshara."

Green Shadow's words are like a clear spring.

"He whispered to us just now: 'Shandris knows Azshara like no one else. I must find a way to borrow her for whatever new mission Lady Tyrande gives her.'"

She deliberately imitated Alvin's slightly ruffian tone, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

"So, no matter what you think, you are an integral part of his plan."

Shandris's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, the grievance and shame in her heart diluted by an indescribable warmth, but she still glared at Alvin fiercely - this guy, why didn't you say it earlier! He had to watch her embarrass herself!

In this delicate atmosphere, the voice of Alexstrasza the Life-Binder sounded again.

"Well, children, this concludes our discussion for today."

Her beautiful face slowly turned towards Crassus,

"Korialstrasz, my love, your mission is crucial. Please return to the Eastern Kingdoms, to Dalaran. Once the Alliance's Draenor Expedition returns victorious to Silvermoon City, that magical city will immediately detect their spatial fluctuations. Then, on behalf of the Red Dragonflight, you will contact Onyxia, the ruler of the Black Dragonflight."

"The Red Shard must be found, whether it lies within Neltharion's legacy or within Nefarian's mad workshop."

"As for Ysera and I,"

The Red Dragon Queen cast her gaze towards the distant north, as if she had penetrated the barriers of space and saw the frozen continent. Her voice was filled with worry.

"We will depart immediately for Northrend to visit our long-lost brother, Malygos the Magic Lord. His silence, like the ice that shrouds the Nexus, haunts us. We must ascertain his safety with our own eyes."

As leaders of the night elves, Tyrande and Malfurion once again emphasized their determination to cooperate with the guardian dragons, and added some details about coordinating support from the Sentinel forces and the Druid Council.

In the end, this meeting that determined the fate of Azeroth ended in the eternally shifting light of Moonglade.

The three giant dragons revealed their true forms, like three ancient mountains rising from the ground.

The air above the forest made a low humming sound due to the tremendous magic power surging in their bodies, and the space seemed to be slightly distorted.

As they were about to spread their wings and fly, Alexstrasza and Ysera's eyes fell on Alvin at the same time.

Alexstrasza lowered her massive head, and her voice resounded directly in everyone's hearts, extremely solemn:

"Elving, the champion of Azeroth, the key weaver of the threads of fate, your journey is full of thorns and unknown shadows." Her eyes were deep, as if she saw through countless possibilities in the future.

“Remember, no matter whether you are facing the whispers of the deep sea or the temptations of the void, maintain the fire within you—that fearlessness, wisdom, and cherishment of life. It not only illuminates your path, but is also the sharpest weapon against darkness. We believe in you as much as we believe in the power of life itself.”

Ysera's emerald eyes also stared at Alvin.

"Young traveler, the Emerald Dream will always be your spiritual haven. When the burden of reality crushes your will, when the whispers of nightmares try to erode your mind, remember the pure glade deep within your soul. May the whispers of nature guide your direction, and may the glimmer of dreams dispel the fog that shrouds your path. We look forward to hearing your news of victory."

The Kaldorei present were all shocked. Although they had heard that Alvin was a dragon rider and knew that he had a close relationship with the guardian dragon, they had not expected that in the eyes of the dragon, Alvin, a seemingly ordinary mortal, was so valued.

Then, Alexstrasza and Krasus also said goodbye to Akalisza.

The little red dragon hugged tightly to one of its mother's drooping claws, which was covered with warm scales.

"Mother and Aunt Ysera must be careful! It's so cold in Northrend!"

Alexstrasza let out a deep, loving roar.

"My little spark, take care of yourself, but also help Alvin. Your journey is just as important."

"Goodbye, warriors!"

Alexstrasza's voice boomed across Moonglade.

The next moment, three pairs of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun suddenly unfolded.

The giant wings stirred the energy of space, stirring up strong winds strong enough to blow away boulders.

The people on the ground subconsciously narrowed their eyes, their clothes rustling.

Accompanied by a soul-shaking dragon roar, the three guardian dragons soared into the sky like sharp arrows from a bow, carrying a majestic torrent of elements! Their figures tore through the soft glow of the forest, leaving three lingering and brilliant streaks of light in the sky, quickly disappearing into the depths of the endless starry sky.

The dragon's departure made this place seem much emptier.

Tyrande and Malfurion walked up to Elwynn, and the night elf archdruid's face was full of concern:

"Elvin," Malfurion's voice was a little low.

"The place you are about to go is called the Ruins of Eldaras."

"That is the wreckage of the ancient Kaldorei Empire's splendor, and the heart of the naga's current lair. On that shattered coastline, every reef may hide a deadly ambush, and every shadow may harbor a twisted serpent's tail. Our Sentinels and Azshara's naga minions are engaged in an endless tug-of-war there. Friction? No, I should call it a never-ending flame of war."

He stared at Alvin with deep eyes.

"You must remain vigilant at all times and proceed with caution. The Naga banshees possess treacherous sorcery, and the male Naga warriors are even more ferocious. Not to mention the possibility of ancient magical traps remaining there."

Tyrande also said, "Shandris is familiar with the outposts there. Be sure to follow her instructions. Remember, your goal is to find Azuregos and try to avoid unnecessary conflict with the main naga force."

Shantis stood aside, listening to the adoptive parents' earnest advice to Alvin, her heart full of complaints.

Humph, you don’t have to worry about him!

This guy is very capable!

There is a Naga lover in the depths of the Endless Sea!

what do you say that is?

Maybe when we get to Eldaras, the Naga people will even welcome us with open arms because we are one of their own!

She almost blurted out this shocking secret to respond to Alvin's hateful smile just now.

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.

Reason told her that this information was too sensitive and involved serious consequences.

The complicated relationship between Elwynn and the Naga is a secret buried deep beneath the waves of the Endless Sea. It must not be easily revealed in such a public occasion, especially in front of Tyrande and Malfurion.

This may bring unforeseen troubles to Alvin.

However, no sooner had this thought of self-restraint come to her mind than another problem arose that troubled her even more.

"Wait, Shandris Feathermoon! Why are you helping him hide this?"

She questioned herself in her heart, and an inexplicable irritation surged in her heart.

Is it because he's afraid that Tyrande and Malfurion will doubt him?

Or is it just because you don't want to see him get into trouble?

This realization made her feel flustered, and the blush that had just subsided seemed to be coming back again.