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

Lian Nightwind brought Shandris, Alvin, and Akali Tasha who had transformed into a human form into the Nandis camp.

Although the camp is small, it exudes a tenacious atmosphere that has been tempered by war.

Surrounded by low but solid wooden and stone barriers, a polished moon-blade crossbow cart was parked in the central open space, with arrows neatly stacked.

Most of the people in the camp are female sentinels with agile figures and sharp eyes. They are silently cleaning the battlefield, bandaging wounds or strengthening defenses.

The air was filled with the salty smell of sea water, lingering gunpowder smoke, and a faint mixture of herbs and blood.

When red light flowed from Akalitrassa's body and she transformed from a dragon into a red-haired girl, the elves in the camp just cast a brief and calm glance at her.

These veterans who had experienced the catastrophe of the Quicksand War had long witnessed the might of the dragons that covered the sky and the sun, and were not too surprised by dragons themselves.

However, their gazes towards Alvin were filled with unconcealed shock—a human! How could he stand on equal terms with such a powerful red dragon, even occupying a dominant position?

Lian led the group into a square building in the center of the camp.

On the heavy wooden door, the words "Hunter's Hall" were engraved in ancient Kaldorei runes.

Pushing the door open, the interior furnishings were extremely simple and practical: a huge long table made of a whole piece of dark hardwood occupied the center, and on the table was spread a sheepskin map depicting the ruins of Eldaras, Storm Bay and the surrounding coastline. The ink was still fresh, and it was obviously constantly revised according to the latest battle situation.

On the map, the dark green mark representing the Naga forces is shocking.

Spare weapons and quivers were stacked in a corner, and simple woodcut reliefs of Elune, the moon goddess, hung on the walls.

Nothing else.

The war has drained away all the decoration and redundancy here.

Lian stood at one end of the long table, her eyes sweeping over everyone, finally stopping on Alvin, seeming a little hesitant.

Should the core intelligence of the camp be revealed to this powerful but mysterious human ally?

Shandris keenly noticed her hesitation.

She stood beside Alvin, her voice clearly echoing in the somewhat empty hall:

"Lian, don't worry. Lord Alvin is the most trustworthy ally personally certified by High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind of the Temple of the Moon! He has fought countless enemies alongside us, and his loyalty and strength are unquestionable!"

She paused, looked softly at the quiet and picturesque green figure beside her, and stretched out her hand to gently place it on her arm.

"At the same time, he is also the betrothed of the Archdruid Lady Greenshadow. He is a friend of our Kaldorei and more importantly... a family member."

"family?!"

"Master Green Shadow's fiancé?!"

Lian and several veterans serving as clerks in the hall simultaneously let out suppressed exclamations, their eyes darting back and forth between Alvin and Green Shadow in amazement.

Green Shadow just nodded slightly, a gentle blush appearing on her peaceful face, confirming Shandris's words with her actions.

A human who can marry the embodiment of nature's way and the master druid has a deep connection with the Kaldorei that no words are needed to prove.

Everyone's gaze towards Alvin instantly turned into more complex emotions - it turned out that this dragon knight had already been a part of their world.

Lian took a deep breath and said nothing more.

She picked up a slender baton and pointed at an area near the sea of ​​the ruins of Eldaras on the parchment map. Her voice was heavy:

"General Shandris, the situation may be worse than you expect. Last night, the naga launched an unprecedented and fierce attack. They used the sea fog and tides for cover, and sent a large number of elite troops from Storm Bay to support the frontal assault."

She slammed her baton down on that area on the map.

"The core defenses of the ruins of Eldaras, Moonshadow Watchtower and Tidal Barrier—have been... lost!"

"what?!"

Shandris's voice suddenly rose, her silver pupils constricted in shock. She rushed to the map, her finger firmly pressed on the lost area.

"The ruins of Eldaras have fallen?! How is this possible?! Why wasn't such an important battle report transmitted back to Darnassus immediately?!"

Her voice was filled with suppressed anger.

The ruins of Eldaras are a bridgehead deep into the heart of Azshara, and are also the throat for monitoring Storm Bay!

Lianda's face was pale, filled with self-blame. "General, this happened too quickly, too suddenly! The Naga have deployed an unprecedented number of sea witches and water elemental lords this time! Our communication spells have been disrupted by powerful energies. The fastest of our messengers are probably still traversing the dense forests of Ashenvale..."

Her voice was filled with powerlessness.

She then described in detail the brutality of last night's battle. The Naga's offensive was as continuous as a tsunami, carrying with it violent elemental magic and fearless deep-sea monsters.

The night elf warriors fought bloody battles, but faced with absolute numerical advantage and the sudden appearance of powerful spellcasters, their defense line was eventually torn apart.

During the narration, Lianda's voice choked several times, and the names and faces of the fallen sisters seemed to be right in front of her.

Shantis listened, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, her fingers unconsciously moving across the map, as if looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

She forced herself to suppress the anger and grief in her heart and asked the most realistic question: "How many manpower can be mobilized from the Nandis camp right now?"

Lianda closed her eyes in pain and shook her head. "General, we suffered heavy losses in last night's battle. The list of casualties is... very long. Many more sisters are seriously injured and will not be able to fight again soon. The number of people who can pick up weapons and maintain combat effectiveness... is less than fifty."

Shandris's expression darkened.

The disparity in military strength is huge, and a strong attack is like hitting a rock with an egg.

Her eyes subconsciously turned to Alvin, with a dependence that she herself did not realize: "The problem of the wounded may be alleviated." She pointed at Alvin,

"With this 'Miracle Pastor' here, those seriously injured sisters may be able to return to the battlefield soon."

Facing Lian's instantly hopeful gaze, Alvin nodded calmly and gave a positive reply: "Ms. Lian, please take me to see the wounded later. I will do my best."

His voice was calm, but it contained a strong sense of conviction. Tears of gratitude instantly welled up in Lian's eyes and she thanked him repeatedly.

"So, what do we do next?"

Lian looked at Shandris and placed her hopes on this legendary Sentinel General.

"With the loss of the ruins of Eldarath, the entire Azshara coast's defenses in depth will be completely breached. The naga can use this as a springboard to continuously transport troops and supplies ashore, even directly threatening the flanks of Ashenvale! We must recapture it!"

Shandris pressed her finger heavily on the mark of the lost ruins of Eldarath, her eyes sharp as a knife: "That's right! Eldarath must not be lost! Otherwise, we will lose all strategic buffers in Azshara, and it will only be a matter of time before the Naga completely squeeze out of this coast!" She judged so, retaking the ruins was the only option, but the actual military strength was like a cold shackle.

She leaned over, her eyes scanning every inch of coastline, every hill, and every possible path on the map. Her brain raced, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the despair.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the hall became suffocating.

Suddenly, Shandris seemed to recall something. She looked up, her gaze sweeping across Leander and the veterans. "One more question. Regarding the blue dragon lord Azuregos, who is rumored to be living in seclusion here. While you were stationed here, have you found any tangible traces of him? Or any information he left behind?"

Lian and several veterans exchanged glances, all looking bewildered.

Lian answered on behalf of everyone: "General, the legend of the blue dragon is indeed a long-standing one. Some soldiers reported glimpsing a huge blue figure through the gaps in the clouds during storms, and some people found carvings on some ancient stone tablets that sounded like dragon language. But..."

She shook her head, her tone affirmative.

"No one has ever actually seen the Blue Dragon Lord on land, or found the clear entrance to his lair. Before the fall of the ruins of Eldaras, we basically controlled all land except the core sunken area of ​​Storm Bay. It can be said with certainty that the Blue Dragon Lord is not on land."

Alvin had been listening silently. At this moment, his eyes were cast on the area on the map that was specially marked with thick shadows and swirling symbols, symbolizing the unknown and taboo - Storm Bay.

He pointed his finger at the center of the sea: "Not on land..."

"Then the only answer lies within this 'Storm Bay'. The Blue Dragon Lord is likely at the heart of the storm."

This conclusion made everyone feel depressed.

Storm Bay, the name alone is enough to scare away even the bravest sailors.

"Is there any hidden path?"

Alvin's fingers slid along the coastline, trying to find a way to bypass the ruins of Eldaras, which was heavily occupied by the Naga, and directly reach the edge of Storm Bay.

"Or should we just fly over there?" He looked at Akalitrassa.

Lian and several veterans shook their heads almost simultaneously. One veteran, with old claw marks on his face, spoke hoarsely, "Mr. Alvin, there is only one way to get to Storm Bay. We must find a usable ship from the old dock in the ruins of Eldaras and then sail into that cursed sea. As for flying."

He paused, a look of lingering fear in his eyes.

"We don't recommend doing this! That sky... is alive! It's angry! Even the most nimble seabirds will stay away! We've seen more than once that harpies or storm ravens that tried to approach were instantly burned to charcoal by purple lightning that suddenly struck from the dark clouds without warning! Not even ashes could be found! That lightning is incredibly strange, as if it exists specifically to shoot down things in the sky!"

Akalitrassa's eyes lit up with a fire of defiance, and she puffed out her chest, "I'm not afraid of lightning! I'm a red dragon! Let me try! I can fly over it!"

"no!"

Alvin flatly refused. The horrifying scene described by the veteran flashed through his mind—the scene of Akalitrassa being struck by strange purple lightning—which made him shudder.

He would never let the little red dragon take such a risk.

"That sea area is too strange. You can't take risks!"

"What should I do?"

Alvin's gaze fell back on the map, where the ruins of Eldaras were covered by the Naga mark.

"It's simple, retake the ruins and seize the ship!"