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

When Alvin half-jokingly mentioned the name "Feathermoon Fortress", two red clouds flew up uncontrollably on Shandris' cheeks again, like violets blooming in the moonlight.

Throughout the long history of the night elves, naming places, especially military fortresses, after individuals was often the highest honor bestowed upon legendary heroes whose achievements were outstanding and whose names were recorded in history.

Alvin's seemingly casual remark was like a small stone dropped into the already restless lake of her heart, causing ripples.

However, when her eyes caught sight of the proud female siren, Salia Darktide, the subtle emotions that had just emerged were immediately replaced by vigilance and disgust.

Her brows unconsciously furrowed again. For the Naga, especially those spellcasters who were surrounded by the dark aura of the deep sea, the scars left by the ten thousand years of war were too deep.

Alvin keenly caught the change in Shandris's mood and immediately took over the conversation calmly, keeping the topic firmly on the business.

He turned to Thalia, his expression becoming serious and focused, and asked in detail about the specific movements of the Twilight's Hammer: "Ms. Thalia, thank you for the information you provided. Regarding the Twilight's Hammer members trapped on the island, can you describe them in more detail? Approximately how many are there? What are their equipment like? Is there a clear leader? Besides the green skin and strong physique you mentioned, are there any other distinctive features? For example... are there people with strong fluctuations of shadow or void energy? Or... are there any inhuman creatures, such as an unusually tall ogre with two heads?"

Irwin's questions were precise and targeted.

Although Salia generally disliked land creatures, she swallowed her scorn in response to these specific and specialized questions, answering every question without hesitation. "There are about thirty or forty of them. Their equipment is mixed, but some appear to be well-equipped. They appear to be primarily spellcasters. Their leader... my Tide Patrollers haven't observed a clear commander; they're more like a fanatical mob. Shadow energy... yes, the whole sea area can sense the sickening dark aura emanating from them."

She paused, then nodded affirmatively.

"As for the two-headed ogre... yes, my men specifically mentioned this conspicuous target. Its massive size and two constantly arguing heads made it hard to ignore. My scouts were very impressed."

Having received crucial confirmation of Gul'gal's existence, Alvin's heart sank.

He stopped asking questions and slowly turned his head, looking at the sparkling sea in the distance, and fell into deep thought.

Garl's presence meant that the core forces of the Twilight's Hammer were likely gathering in Silithus, and might even have begun some terrible ritual.

Time is becoming more urgent.

At this moment, Wikus seized the opportunity and swayed his body, leaning forward flatteringly. "Your Excellency, Lord Alvin! In addition to bringing you this important news, I have also carefully prepared some small gifts to express my endless gratitude for your generosity!"

He waved his hand, and several muscular, silly-looking burly fishmen came up grunting, carrying three metal treasure chests that looked very heavy, and placed them heavily on the ground with a dull sound.

Wikus personally stepped forward and diligently opened the lid of one of the treasure chests. In an instant, jewels and treasures almost overflowed!

It was filled with all kinds of golden utensils, huge uncut gems, dazzling pearl necklaces and jewelry inlaid with various jewels, reflecting an alluring light in the sunlight, enough to make any greedy person breathe rapidly.

Alvin just glanced at it, still with that elusive smile on his face, and he gently closed the lid of the box with a light "click".

"Vicus, I appreciate your kindness. But you should take these gold and jewelry back with you."

His voice was calm and indifferent.

"I'm not very interested in these shiny stones. They're too heavy, and carrying them on an adventure would be a burden. Instead of giving them to me, you should use them to improve the lives of your soldiers."

He changed the subject and returned to a more practical issue: "As for you, although you delivered the gifts to the Blue Dragon's territory, you haven't seen the Blue Dragon Lord in person, nor have you received a response from him. How long do I have to wait for the news I need?"

Upon hearing this, Vikus's massive serpent tail twitched uneasily, and he scratched his scaly head awkwardly. "Well, my lord, to be honest, Lord Azuregos's lair is an absolute forbidden zone. The magical storms and arcane turbulence surrounding it are extremely terrifying. We dare not approach, and we have no way of knowing what's going on inside. Therefore, I truly cannot be sure how long we'll have to wait."

Alvin knew he couldn't get any more information about the blue dragon from these naga, so he casually waved his hand and sent them away. "Alright, I understand. You guys go back first and remain vigilant, especially watching for unusual activity along the coastline. If there's any new information about the Twilight's Hammer, notify me immediately."

Before leaving, the siren Thalia Darktide approached. She looked at Alvin with her deep siren eyes, her tone still somewhat cold. "Human priest, I will return to Vashj'ir and report today's events and your proposal for a ceasefire and demarcation to Miss Cordelia in full. The final decision rests with her, and with the great Lady Vashj."

Alvin understood the significance of this and nodded solemnly.

"I understand. We will also formally report the relevant information and our desire for peace to Lady Tyrande Whisperwind as soon as possible. I look forward to us opening a new chapter together."

The Nagas slowly retreated into the sea and disappeared.

At that moment, Akalitrassa came bounding over to Alvin and tugged at his sleeve, her red eyes gleaming with excitement. "Brother Alvin! That old blue dragon's lair is actually in the northeast. I saw it while fishing in the sea! How about I fly you over there? I'm very fast!"

Alvin looked at the little red dragon eager to try and pondered for a moment.

Riding a dragon is indeed the fastest way at the moment, and he really doesn't want to wait aimlessly like this any longer.

So he nodded and said: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Akali."

When Shantis and Green Shadow heard the plan, they showed interest on their faces and seemed to want to go together.

Seeing this, Alvin couldn't help but laugh. He walked up to Shandris and said gently, "This time, Akali and I will go explore the way first. Too many people will easily attract unnecessary attention. Shandris, you have more important things to do—"

He pointed in the direction of the camp.

"Shouldn't you immediately draft an urgent report and send it back to Darnassus via hippogryph courier, informing Lady Tyrande of our contacts with the naga and Vikus's offer of peace negotiations? This matter is of vital importance and requires her to be informed as soon as possible."

Although Shandris really wanted to go on the adventure together, she also knew that what Alvin said made sense.

The signs of peace talks with the Naga are indeed a major event that needs to be reported to the Supreme Leader immediately.

She pursed her lips, then finally nodded, suppressing her slight reluctance and accepting the arrangement: "Okay. I will write to Lady Tyrande immediately. You... please be careful too."