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

The grand proposition of universal peace and racial reconciliation is naturally not something a pastor like Alvin should worry about, and deep down he has no great interest in it.

The reason why he intervened in the conflict between the Naga and the Night Elves was more out of simple goodwill and simply because he didn't want to see Cordelia and Shandris, two women who were very important to him, always in a situation where tensions were drawn or even fought because of their camp positions.

For him, it is enough to resolve a conflict and see a glimmer of hope for peace.

It was already dark when the group returned to the night elf frontline camp on the edge of the ruins of Eldaras.

Despite the crude conditions, a battle in which a powerful enemy was repelled and no one was killed was still worthy of a simple celebration.

However, since they were on the front line, it was not easy to get supplies. In addition, the night elves were naturally peaceful and quiet due to the influence of the Well of Eternity. Therefore, the so-called "celebration" seemed too "ascetic" to Alvin, who had traveled far and wide and witnessed the lively and noisy celebrations of the dwarves and the grand banquets in Stormwind. It was more like a standing buffet.

On the long wooden table were some washed night-scarred apples, purple berries and some long-lasting moss cakes.

The drink is a low-alcohol beer brewed by the night elves, with a faint aroma of purple lotus.

Alvin picked up the wooden cup and took a sip. Compared to the rich, strong and foamy Thunder Ale in Ironforge, the taste was as bland as juice mixed with water, and it even made people doubt whether it had been fully fermented.

"Oh, I really miss the beer in Ironforge..."

Alvin sighed silently in his heart.

Fortunately, Alvin is a natural optimist and enjoys communicating with others.

These night elves have lived in relative isolation in the dense forests of Kalimdor for a long time. Although they have eternal lifespan, their daily lives are inevitably monotonous and they are full of restrained curiosity about the outside world.

For them, Alvin's adventures, which were full of ups and downs and adventures, were like a window to the vast world.

Soon, the elven warriors, especially the young sentinels and huntresses, gathered around Alvin. Their eyes, which shone softly in the night, looked at him curiously and asked him to tell them what he had seen and heard.

Elwin was also happy to share, from the werewolves in Silverpine Forest to the Silent Temple, from Stormwind City to Silvermoon City... His humorous language and confusing stories made the elves exclaim in surprise from time to time.

Green Shadow sat quietly beside him, but after a few glasses of light elven beer, she could no longer handle the alcohol and fell asleep on Alvin's legs with a gentle smile on her lips.

The little red dragon Akalitassa had no interest in fruit and light beer. She complained a few times that "it's not enough to fill her stomach", then excitedly flapped her wings and rushed towards the sea under the night sky, shouting that she wanted to catch a whale for a midnight snack, leaving Alvin with a helpless look.

Outside the crowd, Shandris Feathermoon leaned alone against an ancient tree, clutching a rough wooden beer mug tightly in her hand.

She did not join the crowd, but stared at Alvin, who was like the moon surrounded by stars and smiling brightly, with a pair of eyes slightly blurred by alcohol, across the swaying bonfire and laughter.

Humph! This Lian! I never saw her so enthusiastic during training, but now she's leaning in so closely to listen to a story!

And that Lindy! Why are you laughing so loud?!

And those huntresses...

As she watched several tall and beautiful female elves standing almost next to Alvin, listening with great interest, and even occasionally subconsciously grabbing Alvin's arms because of the thrilling parts of the story, Shandris felt an inexplicable sense of tightness and anger in her chest, as if something that belonged to her was being coveted by others.

"This damn guy! Can't you just step back a little?! Are you just enjoying the feeling of being surrounded?!"

She cursed inwardly with gritted teeth, tilted her head back and drank the bland beer in the cup in one gulp as if in a fit of anger, then with a "bang", she smashed the empty wooden cup hard against the wooden stake beside her, making a loud noise.

She stood up suddenly, her tall body swaying slightly due to the alcohol, and walked straight towards Alvin in the center of the crowd.

"Hey! Alvin! You... burp... damn guy!"

She reeked of alcohol and her voice was eight octaves higher than usual. She pushed away the surrounding elves without hesitation and accurately found Lian, who was almost sticking to Alvin. She grabbed the back of her neck and easily lifted her away from Alvin and threw her aside as if she was a disobedient little Night Sabre leopard cub.

Lian screamed in shock, her face full of surprise.

Alvin was just getting to the exciting part of his story when he was startled by the sudden interruption.

He turned his head and saw that Shandris's pretty face was flushed, and her silver eyes were filled with moisture and a fire of ignorance.

There was a distinct smell of alcohol on her breath, and she almost put her face in front of his, so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

"Alvin! You! Hiccup~ What on earth do you want to do?! Hiccup~"

Shandris practically shouted, her breath smelling of beer.

"Huh?! I, I didn't mean to do anything?"

Alvin looked confused and subconsciously wanted to retreat to avoid the smell of alcohol, but Shandris quickly stretched out her hands, firmly held his cheeks, and forcibly straightened his face, forcing him to look directly at her.

"Shandish...you...you drank too much?"

Alvin's face was pinched by Shandris's hands, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on her, he asked helplessly,

"Everyone wants to hear stories, so I'm going to tell you about our previous travels..."

“Telling a story?!!”

Shandris seemed to be stimulated by this word. She slid her hands down suddenly and grabbed Alvin's collar. With the extraordinary height and strength of the night elf woman, she lifted Alvin's feet slightly off the ground, forcing him to stand on tiptoe!

“You never told me!!”

She complained almost aggrievedly.

Alvin was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe.

"But you didn't ask me? I thought you weren't interested in these things..."

"If I don't ask you, won't you tell me on your own initiative?! Are you stupid?!"

Under the influence of alcohol, Shantis's logic became extremely direct and powerful.

"I, I thought you, as the Sentinel General, were so busy that you wouldn't like to hear about my trivial adventures."

Alvin tried to explain.

"Busy with so many things... Fuck you! I love to hear it! I want to understand you! Understand your past, understand everything you've been through! Why, why can't you understand?!!"

Shandris almost shouted the last sentence, her voice was particularly clear and shocking in the quiet night sky of the camp.

There seemed to be tears glistening in the silver eyes. It was not just because of the alcohol, but more like a long-suppressed emotion, worry, and some unspeakable possessiveness, which completely broke out at this moment with the help of alcohol!

In an instant, the entire camp fell silent.

The elf warriors who were originally smiling were all stunned, as if they were collectively cast under a spell of immobilization.

Lian covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide open, and she didn't even notice that the berries in Lindy's hand had fallen to the ground.

Even the crackling of the burning campfire seemed to have disappeared.

All the elves looked in disbelief at their usually calm, composed, dignified and elegant commander, General Shandris Feathermoon, who was now like a little girl, grabbing the collar of a human, her face flushed as she spoke loudly, almost like a confession.

"You idiot! Hiccup~ Big, big...stupid..."

The air was filled with extreme silence and great awkwardness, with only the occasional crackling of the campfire and Shandris's increasingly quiet shouts as the only sounds were.

"thump!"

Before she could finish her words, Shandris seemed to have exhausted all her strength and passed out drunk.