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

Shandris Feathermoon looked at Alvin's silly smile as he looked at the northern sky, and for some reason, she felt an inexplicable bitterness in her heart.

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Alvin's eyes, interrupting his trance. Her voice was even more stern than usual: "Hey! Come back to your senses, our 'Miracle Priest'! Your eyes are about to follow Miss Blue Dragon into the storm! Don't forget that there are still a lot of important things waiting to be dealt with!"

Alvin was interrupted and suddenly came to his senses.

The shameless human priest was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he burst into laughter and suddenly reached out and grabbed Shandris's wrist, which was shaking in front of him.

Shandris was completely caught off guard by his sudden action. She cried out in surprise, and her cheeks flushed instantly, like the sunset reflected on the dark forest.

She subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, her tone unusually flustered: "You! What are you doing! Let go! My men and I are still watching. How disgraceful!"

But Alvin's grip was steady, and with a warm, genuine smile on his face, he showed no intention of letting go.

Shandris symbolically struggled twice, and felt the warmth and firm strength of his palm. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat, and she slowly stopped struggling, letting him hold her. However, her cheeks grew hotter, and her eyes drifted away, not daring to look him in the eye.

Alvin's smile faded slightly, and he looked at her seriously. "Shandris, you've worked really hard this time. I heard that old man Azuregos coming down there to cause trouble. It was so loud, it scared me to death. I was so worried that something might happen to you up there."

Hearing the undisguised concern in his words, the slight awkwardness in Shandris' heart instantly dissipated a lot, and a warm feeling surged up in her.

She calmed herself down and tried to make her voice sound calm and professional, as if the shyness just now had never happened.

"There's nothing to worry about. We Sentinels have dealt with dragons over the years. We know how to exploit the terrain, evade a dragon's head-on charge, and use magic ballistae and ranged attacks to distract them. Avoiding the strong and attacking the weak is our specialty."

She raised her chin slightly, full of the pride of a night elf commander.

"What's more, Akalitraza has been fighting bravely in the air, taking away most of the pressure from us. Protecting ourselves is no problem at all."

"That's right! That old blue dragon is just relying on being a little bigger and older than me! If we really fight to the death, it's hard to say who will win!"

Akalitasa added with great vigor, waving the half brick aside.

But after she finished speaking, she seemed to feel that it was a bit unconvincing to say this while holding a brick. She laughed awkwardly twice, threw the brick aside, and patted the dust off her hands.

"Anyway,"

Alvin breathed a sigh of relief and finally let go of Shandris's hand.

Shandris immediately put her hands behind her back without a word, her fingertips still seeming to hold his warmth.

"This sudden storm is finally over. Let's go back to the camp first. There are still a lot of follow-up matters that need to be dealt with by the Naga side."

On the way back to the camp, Alvin briefly updated Shandris and Akalissa on his dealings with the Naga warlord Vikus underground and Cordelia's final intervention.

Everyone suddenly understood why Vikus' attitude had changed 180 degrees, from being irritable and tough to being fawning and ingratiating.

But when she heard that Alvin's "Naga friend" Cordelia Vashj was involved, the corners of Shandris's pretty mouth unconsciously pursed slightly, and she felt inexplicably blocked in her heart.

Even she herself didn't quite understand why she, who was always calm and self-controlled, had such a strong aversion to the Nagas, especially the Naga women who had a close relationship with Alvin.

Perhaps it was because the trauma of ten thousand years of war was too deep, or perhaps it was because those cold and slippery scales and snake tails always reminded her of darkness and betrayal.

However, since Alvin had promised Cordelia that he would ensure Vicus's safety, Shandris would not break his promise.

Afterwards, Alvin personally stepped forward and untied the heavy magical shackles for the dejected Vikus, and then patiently cast a healing spell. The soft golden holy light not only healed the wounds of Vikus caused by Stellagosa, but also healed his seriously injured Naga guards.

Finally, Alvin personally sent this group of disarmed Nagas to the seaside.

"Lord Alvin,"

Wikus's attitude at this moment was respectful and almost humble.

"As soon as I return, I will immediately prepare five times as much... No, I will do my best to prepare even more precious gifts and send them to Lord Azuregos's territory as an apology. Then, I will report to you! I will immediately order my entire army to withdraw back to the sea, away from the coastline."

Alvin patted his cold shoulder with an encouraging smile on his face.

"I'm optimistic about you, Warlord Wikus. Keep going, and you might just become the first pioneer in ten thousand years to successfully forge peace between the Kaldorei and the Naga! Just think, when true peace arrives, we might be able to work together to repair these war-torn coastal cities. You can sell your deep-sea specialties, pearls, and delicious catches at the port, while we can sell the fruits, herbs, and handicrafts from the forest. Wouldn't it be wonderful for us all to do business together, earn money, develop, and prosper together?"

Wikus' eyes lit up as he listened, as if he had seen an unprecedented future filled with the glitter of gold. He nodded his head like a reed in the wind. "That's right! Lord Alvin, you're absolutely right! Listening to your words is more useful than me burying my head in magical tomes for ten thousand years! When I return, I'll immediately send a letter to Vashj'ir, reporting in detail to Miss Cordelia on the progress here and your kindness. I'm sure she'll be delighted to hear this news!"

Watching Vikus and his Naga murlocs gradually dive into the clear water and disappear below the sea level, Alvin turned around and looked at the Kaldorei warriors behind him.

He could clearly see more than one expression on the soldiers' faces—bewilderment, disbelief, and embarrassment.

Ten thousand years of blood feud, countless compatriots sacrificed by the Naga's trident and spells, and now suddenly seeing the ferocious enemy become so well-behaved and even friendly, this huge contrast really takes time to digest.

"It really is like a dream."

Shandris walked to Alvin, looked at the sea that had returned to calm, and sighed softly, her tone full of emotion.

"Peace? With the Naga? We never really imagined that this word would one day be used for each other. Alvin, no wonder more and more people have started calling you 'Miracle Pastor'... You always seem to be able to carve out unimaginable paths in the most desperate situations."

Upon hearing this, Alvin smiled and stretched out his arm, naturally putting his arm around the shoulder of the druid Green Shadow beside him. Green Shadow smiled gently.

The annoying priest's other hand tried to hug Shandris's slender and strong waist with a playful smile.

"Wow! Am I hallucinating from exhaustion from the battle? Our Sentinel General, who is always calm and dedicated to his duties, actually praised me so fondly in public?"

Shandris's face flushed red again in an instant, like a Night Blade Leopard whose tail was stepped on. With a "snap", she slapped away Alvin's dirty hands and quickly took half a step back, keeping a safe distance from him.

She had returned to her usual cool and serious self, but her ears were still flushed.

"Stop being so frivolous! If...if we really want to have formal peace talks, we must first inform Master Malfurion and Lady Tyrande! This matter concerns the future strategy of the entire Kaldorei race, and they must be in charge of the overall situation. Neither you nor I can step in and make any decisive promises in private."

Alvin also put away his joking expression, nodded seriously, and looked at the setting sun on the distant horizon.

"I understand that the dawn of peace is just beginning to appear, but the road to true peace will inevitably be long and tortuous, and will require the wisdom of Lady Tyrande and others."