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

"General?!"

"Lord Shandris!"

There was a burst of exclamations all around!

Alvin, who was closest to her, reacted extremely quickly. He leaned forward almost instinctively and hurriedly pulled her into his arms, preventing her from falling to the ground.

The tall Kaldorei female general had completely lost her usual energy at this moment, slumped limply in Alvin's arms, and fell into a dazed state of drunkenness.

Perhaps instinctively seeking a sense of security, her arms unconsciously wrapped around Alvin's neck, and she pressed her hot face tightly against his shoulder.

Each of her unconscious, rapid breaths carried with it a scent that was a mixture of the mellow aroma of Grey Valley wine and her own unique, cool floral scent like the orchid on a moonlit night.

The warm breath brushed against Alvin's neck, bringing a subtle itch.

Alvin's body froze instantly.

He felt the softness and warmth of the body in his arms, and the unsettling breath on his neck. Frightened, he quickly raised his hands high in a gesture of surrender, and explained loudly to the Kaldorei warriors around him who were looking at him with concern and curiosity, his voice almost distorted: "Hey! Everyone saw it! I didn't touch her on my own initiative! She turned over and hugged me! You must testify for me! I am innocent!"

However, the surrounding night elves looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Several older elven officers even raised their wooden cups and toasted Alvin from afar, their eyes full of encouragement and "we all understand" expressions.

Then, they stood up while talking and laughing in tacit understanding, deliberately avoiding Alvin's position and heading towards other bonfires, and soon left Alvin, who was holding Shandris, alone in this relatively quiet corner.

Alvin looked at the surroundings that had suddenly become empty. It was no wonder that these subordinates, who were eager to watch the fun, were trying to create some alone time for him and Shandris.

He suddenly felt both amused and helpless.

"Hey! Don't go! Come back and help!"

He shouted twice in vain, but the only response he got was louder laughter in the distance.

Helplessly, Alvin had to carefully and slowly lower his raised hands, gently hugged Shandris's waist and back, and adjusted his posture so that the tall female general could stay in his arms more comfortably and securely without slipping to the ground.

Her beautifully braided hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair poked out mischievously, rubbing Alvin's neck and chin, making him feel itchy, but he could only endure it and dared not move.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the profile that was so close to him.

Her dark skin, which normally seemed to be covered with frosty moonlight, now had two charming blushes due to the effect of alcohol, like a ripe water lily in the dark night.

Her little mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing out hot air with the aroma of wine in small sips. Her long silver eyelashes like butterfly wings occasionally trembled slightly in her sleep, and her iconic long, pointed ears twitched unconsciously, as if catching the sounds in her dreams. She looked surprisingly cute, which was completely contrary to her identity.

Just then, Alvin's eyes fell on the unique purple owl face tattoo on her cheek.

He suddenly remembered that Green Shadow had mentioned in a casual conversation the ancient traditions and secret legends about the facial markings of night elf women. It was said that night elf women without facial markings might have different emotional orientations than ordinary people...

He clearly remembered that when they had escaped from the flooded caverns of the Dark Abyss, the lines on Shandris's face had blurred and almost disappeared due to being immersed in the icy water for too long. He knew then that the powerful Sentinel General's heart was not with men.

Strictly speaking, Shandris could be considered his 'rival in love'.

This absurd idea once made him feel a little awkward in his relationship with Shandris.

However, now, things seem to have completely deviated from the expected track.

Looking at the still clear owl tattoo on Shandris's face, Alvin suddenly felt a childish curiosity: These tattoos look quite solid? Does she really paint on her face every day?

He stretched out a finger and gently rubbed the wrinkles on Shantis's cheek with the tip of his finger, trying to see if he could erase some of them.

Didn't fall off.

He rubbed it a little harder.

Instead of wiping it off, it rubbed Shantis's pretty face slightly deformed in her sleep, and her lips pouted unconsciously.

The girl hummed twice in dissatisfaction in her dream, as if protesting the disturbance of her sleep, but still did not wake up.

Alvin muttered to himself in surprise, "Huh? It really can't be erased? Could it be that this facial tattoo wasn't painted on, but grew back on its own?"

Could this mean that her preferences have changed back?

Have you changed your mind to liking men?

He was stunned by his own guess, then shook his head with a smile, thinking that he must have drunk too much and started to have wild thoughts.

The night is getting darker.

Elves who were born and raised in the forest are accustomed to sleeping outdoors.

Many people were drunk and sat down on the ground, leaning against ancient tree roots or broken walls, chatting in low voices in groups of three or four, or falling asleep directly.

Alvin finally couldn't resist the strong sleepiness and the aftereffects of alcohol. His head became heavier and heavier, and finally he leaned against a huge ancient oak tree behind him and fell asleep unknowingly.

And Shantis in his arms held his neck tightly from beginning to end, as if it was the most comfortable pillow, and never let go.

In the middle of the night, Green Shadow, who was also drunk, seemed to wake up once. She saw the posture of Alvin and Shandris in a daze, and just made a lazy hum. Then, like a kitten looking for warmth, she naturally curled up on Alvin's legs, adjusted to a more comfortable position, rested her head on his thighs, and fell asleep again.

Until early the next morning.

The first ray of morning light penetrated the mist in the forest and illuminated the hangover camp.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

A clear and angry scream suddenly broke the tranquility of dawn!

Alvin was frightened by the scream so close to him and woke up from his sleep!

He only felt that his legs and one arm that had been pressed by Shantis all night were like being pricked by countless fine needles. They were numb and painful and he almost lost consciousness.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes with great effort, not yet fully understanding the situation.

Shandris Yuyue suddenly jumped up from Alvin's arms like a moon-blade leopard whose tail was stepped on, and retreated several steps away in an instant!

She covered her forehead, which was aching from the hangover, with one hand and pointed with the other at Alvin, who was still sitting on the ground with a confused look on his face. Her voice trembled slightly with shock and humiliation: "You! You horny hippogryph! What on earth did you do to me last night?!"

Her face was incredibly flushed, even more so than when she was drunk last night.

Alvin was still in a state of severe blackout and limb numbness. He rubbed his eyes in a daze and tried hard to recall.

"Huh? I remember we seemed to drink too much, and then... then we fell asleep? What did I do to you? I didn't do anything?"

Upon hearing this, Shantis suppressed her panic, lowered her head, and quickly and carefully checked her body.

Armor—neat, nothing unusual except some wrinkles;

Underwear – intact;

Body - Apart from the hangover headache and numbness in the limbs, there was no discomfort or abnormal feeling.

The only change was that the carefully braided hair had completely come undone, leaving the long brown hair somewhat disheveled, and...his whole body was stained with the scent of Alvin, a combination of the faint fragrance of holy light and masculine scent.

After confirming that she didn't seem to have been substantially violated, Shandris breathed a sigh of relief.

But then a more complicated anger and shame surged into my heart!

She looked at Alvin's silly and innocent look, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Suddenly, she raised her foot and kicked Alvin's thigh, which was extremely sore and numb due to poor blood circulation!

"Ahhh!!!" Ai

Irwin immediately let out a miserable cry of pain, holding his thigh and grimacing in pain.

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! It hurts!"

After the kick, Shandris seemed stunned for a moment, but she immediately put her hands on her hips, her pretty face flushed red, and yelled at Alvin, words that completely stunned Alvin: "You! Worse than an animal!"

"what???"