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

When Alvin heard this question, he breathed a sigh of relief and a confident smile appeared on his face.

He stepped forward and gently patted the still shy Akalitrasza on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort. Then he said to Norim, "I happen to have studied this issue in depth. Humans are not a native race of Azeroth. Our history is closely linked to an ancient race of giants called the Vrykul."

He cleared his throat and continued, "The vrykul are one of the Titan creations, fashioned by the Guardians from the stone and metal of Azeroth. Originally, they lived in the distant northern continent of Northrend. Tall and fierce, they were an early servant race left behind by the Titans. However, in ancient times, due to the flesh curse of the Old God Yogg-Saron, their bodies were transformed from stone and metal to flesh."

"Some Vrykul were severely affected by this curse. Their offspring were no longer as tall and strong as their ancestors, but became abnormally weak. These newborns had soft skin, shrunken bodies, and greatly shortened lifespans. These offspring were considered defective and were ruthlessly expelled or even executed by the cruel Vrykul society at the time."

"However, life has its own way. These abandoned deformed children tenaciously survived. They gradually migrated southwards, arriving in the north of Lordaeron. They established their own villages, and after countless generations of reproduction and adaptation, they eventually evolved into what we know today - humans."

The gigantic Norim listened quietly. The countless pages on its body, which had been fluttering freely like butterflies, now almost completely stopped flipping randomly, as if concentrating on recording, checking, and verifying every word Alvin said.

The body made of energy emitted a steady and deep glow, and the two blazing white "eyes" stared at Alvin with unprecedented concentration.

Waiting for Alvin to finish, Norem fell into a long silence. Only the countless floating magic books around occasionally made a slight rustling sound, as if the entire library was in deep thought.

When the impatient Akalitassa could no longer resist the urge to speak, it finally uttered the loud and overlapping sound again.

"Amazing, Mr. Irwin."

The voices of arcane creatures are like the whispers of a thousand books,

"What you've described completely aligns with the fragmentary information recorded in certain volumes deep within this library, and is even more detailed. This knowledge is far beyond the reach of ordinary humans. The truth of history has long been deliberately buried, and the passage of time has erased most traces. Even among the dragons, not all members are aware of this dusty past. I'm very curious, how did you know all this?"

Alvin maintained a calm smile as he explained, "Lord Norim, curiosity is one of the driving forces behind human progress. We have never stopped exploring the origins of our race. Our dwarven allies in particular—those brothers as tough as stone—have dug deep into the earth and explored Titan ruins, perhaps going far deeper than you can imagine. You may have never left this great library because you have been guarding it for so many years, but in fact, our explorers have already confirmed and preliminarily explored several Titan ruins. As far as I know, Uldaman, located deep in the desolate lands in the central eastern continent, is the most important of these."

Norem's huge energy head swayed slightly up and down, and it let out a long sigh of sudden realization:

"I see, Uldaman, yes, I know that place, the place of sleep. No wonder, no wonder..."

It seems to have solved a long-standing puzzle.

"No wonder humanity has been able to develop such a brilliant civilization and formidable power within such a short span of history and with such limited individual lifespans. If geniuses like you, adept at exploring the past and understanding the essence of things, continue to emerge among humanity, perhaps in the near future your race will truly have the potential to surpass all the ancient remnants of Azeroth and become the true ruler of this land."

"Brother Alvin is a genius that only appears once in a thousand years! That's what my mother said!"

Akalitasa immediately puffed out her chest proudly and added loudly, as if this was the proudest thing.

"Oh?"

Norim's energy fluctuations became noticeably more interested,

"No wonder, no wonder you know so many secrets. Since even the Life-Binder speaks so highly of you, it seems my judgment was correct. I am truly convinced of your erudition."

"babble?"

Akalitha blinked in surprise.

"How do you know my mother is the Red Dragon Queen? I don't think I told you."

Norim let out a laugh like an organ and explained, "Young princess, my master is a powerful blue dragonlord himself. Therefore, I naturally know more about the affairs and history of the dragonflight than most beings. And you—the color of your scales, the aura of life and flame flowing through you, even the unique vitality and majesty in your eyes—bear a striking resemblance of over ninety-five percent to the Red Dragon Queen, Lady Alexstrasza. Based on these characteristics, logically speaking, I can naturally be convinced that you are Her Majesty's direct descendant."

"Is it, is it so similar?"

Akalitasa subconsciously touched her face, as if thinking about this question for the first time.

Alvin smiled and ruffled her red hair, saying lovingly, "You must not look in the mirror very often. To me, it's not just a resemblance, it's exactly the same."

"alright,"

Norem brought the topic back on track, and its energy body emitted a more solemn light.

"While I fully acknowledge your wisdom and knowledge, since the agreement is three questions, I must complete the final process. Please listen to my third and final question."

Alvin took a deep breath and prepared himself: "Please speak."

Norem seemed to have thought for a moment, and finally asked:

"Elvin, the first two questions concern the past and origins. This final question will inquire about a possibility regarding the future of Azeroth that even the Titans may not be fully certain of. According to the oldest prophecy in this library, the ancient gods who once ruled Azeroth will one day awaken from their slumber. My question is: What do you think will happen to this world when the ancient gods truly awaken?"

"Respected Norim, your question is about the future that has not yet happened, but shouldn't our questions be about the facts that have already happened on Azeroth?"

Alvin scratched his head.