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

Following Shandris's instructions, Akalitra glided smoothly towards Nandis' camp.

Suddenly, the little red dragon lowered its huge head slightly and hummed with doubt: "Down below! Two groups of people are fighting! It's very intense!"

Everyone immediately looked down and saw a fierce offensive and defensive battle taking place on a relatively flat gravel beach near the coastline!

The attackers were a formidable group of Nagas.

Their thick, serpentine tails, which replace their legs, snake and glide over gravel and shallow water at astonishing speeds.

The upper body is covered with slippery dark green or dark blue scales that shimmer with a dark luster. The muscles are knotted, and the two arms are tightly grasped with heavy tridents or coral-inlaid bone blades.

It's a male Naga! Alvin was surprised. This was the first time he saw a male Naga.

Their heads were hideous and ferocious, with flat noses, protruding yellow vertical pupils without eyelids like light bulbs, a mouth full of crisscrossed, dagger-like sharp fangs, and cheeks split like fish gills that opened and closed with their breathing.

The wet, seaweed-like tangled hair stuck to the scales, adding a touch of wildness.

And the one rushing in the front was a Naga warrior who was nearly twice as big as the other Nagas!

His scales were an iron-gray color like deep-sea sediments, and his arms were extremely thick, holding a heavy deep-sea black iron halberd with a blade that gleamed with a cold light.

His head was even more terrifying. A scar so deep that the bone could be seen ran diagonally across his left eye, leaving the yellow vertical pupil only a turbid white. The only remaining right eye flashed with cruelty, cunning and fanatical murderous light.

In front of him was a group of murloc cannon fodder waving worn-out harpoons and making meaningless clattering noises, being driven towards the night elf defense line.

"I am Vikus Deepfury! One of Queen Azshara's fiercest Vanguards!"

Naga's voice instantly spread throughout the battlefield, and his one eye made him look even more terrifying.

The defending side was the night elf garrison at the Nandis camp.

The lightly armored and nimble female hunters shot arrows gleaming in the moonlight accurately from behind cover, each arrow aiming at the naga's eyes or the joints of the snake's tail.

At the gap in the barrier, several night elf warriors holding heavy swords blocked the Naga's attack like rocks.

The silver armor on their bodies was stained with the dark green blood of the Naga, but their eyes were still as firm as cold stars. Every time they swung their swords, they carried a resolute force, splitting the murlocs who tried to break through in half, or deflecting the Naga's deadly trident.

The sounds of arrows breaking through the air, metal clashing, the roars of the naga, the screams of the murlocs, and the roars of the warriors intertwined together to form a cruel symphony of the battlefield.

Alvin was horrified.

Although he knew that the night elves and the naga were sworn enemies, it was only after witnessing the bloody tug-of-war that had lasted for thousands of years and feeling the smoke, blood, and deep hatred in the air that he truly understood where the tremendous rage that came from Shandris and the others' blood came from when they saw Naga Cordelia in the Dark Abyss.

The battle below was in full swing. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed naga seemed to sense something and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

When the huge shadow that blocked out the sunlight reflected into his yellow vertical pupils, he screamed in a terrified tone: "Dragon! It's a giant dragon! A red dragon!!"

The scream exploded over the battlefield.

On the night elf side, a female officer with a fresh bloodstain on her face, who was directing the female hunters to focus their fire on Vikus, also suddenly looked up.

When she saw the giant creature swooping down like a burning meteorite, her silver eyes were filled with extreme shock and a hint of confusion: "Elune... Red Dragon?! How did it appear here?!"

The first to collapse was the fishman.

Cowardice is ingrained in the bones of these mentally retarded creatures.

They let out shrill screams of "Walala Walala", threw away their broken harpoons without hesitation, and like a group of frightened sardines, they used their hands and feet to desperately flee towards the sea, even trampling on each other.

"Coward! Don't retreat! Push forward!"

Vikus Deepfury roared in rage, a fierce gleam in his single eye.

He swung the long sword wrapped in lightning in his hand violently, and several thick lightning chains were instantly struck out, electrocuting the slowest running fishmen into charred residue.

"So what if they're giant dragons?! Those arrogant lizards don't care about the lives of mortals! They're just passing through! Keep attacking! Tear those pointy ears apart! Take back our city!"

Under his bloody suppression, the remaining Naga troops barely managed to hold their ground, and their offensive became even more frenzied. The night elves' defense line was suddenly in danger. A warrior was stabbed in the shoulder by a trident and fell down with a scream.

"Akaritassa! Dive!"

Alvin made a prompt decision, and the little red dragon let out a deafening roar.

The huge body suddenly pressed down, and the wings rolled up a violent hurricane, whizzing past almost past the heads of the warring parties!

The strong airflow instantly blew up the sand and rocks on the ground, making the Naga and the Night Elves lose their balance and stagger from side to side, causing their offensive to stagnate.

Akalitrassa circled nimbly at the edge of the battlefield and landed steadily on the ground, her huge body stirring up a cloud of dust.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Whether it was the ferocious naga or the tenacious night elves, they all stared in amazement at the sudden arrival of the red dragon, emitting unparalleled pressure, and—Alvin, standing firmly atop her massive head, one hand supporting the majestic dragon's horn!

Alvin stood proudly on the dragon's head, looking down from above. His voice was infused with magic power and carried clearly throughout the battlefield.

"Stop it all!"

"Night elves, retreat ten steps toward the camp wall!"

"Naga, retreat ten steps toward the sea!"

"Immediately! Those who disobey—"

The staff in his hand suddenly pointed at an uninhabited gravel beach on the side of the battlefield.

Before she finished speaking, Alvin's eyes confirmed her. Her enormous dragon mouth suddenly opened, and a heart-pounding white light shone from the depths of her throat! The next second, a fiery dragon breath like a torrent of molten lava erupted!

"boom--!!!"

A devastating torrent of flames instantly engulfed the area Alvin pointed to.

The blinding light and scorching air waves made everyone subconsciously close their eyes or raise their arms to block out the light.

In just a few breaths, the torrent of flames disappeared.

Everyone looked in horror and saw a shocking charred scar appearing in that area - about a hundred meters long and more than ten meters wide!

All the gravel, weeds, and even shallow soil within the range were instantly vaporized or melted into a flowing, smoking glass-like substance!

There was still a hissing sound at the edge, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and melting rocks.

The absolute deterrent effect of force is immediate.

The commander of the night elves, the woman with the blood mark on her face - Lian Nightwind, gave a decisive hand signal and quickly and orderly retreated behind the barrier, maintaining a vigilant defensive formation.

There was deathly silence on the Naga side.

The one-eyed Vikus Fury of the Abyss stared at the still smoking scorched earth belt that symbolized the boundary of death, then looked at the sparks that had not yet dissipated from the red dragon's mouth and Alvin's cold gaze.

He had no doubt that as long as he dared to say "no", the next breath of dragon would accurately cover his entire army!

"Back off!"

Vikus' voice was hoarse with unwillingness, and he was the first to twist his snake tail and retreat towards the sea.

The other Nagas, as if pardoned, also hurriedly retreated, and the formation was in chaos.