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

At this moment, the minotaur lying on the stretcher with bandages wrapped around his neck uttered a dull groan of pain, opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and slowly woke up from his coma.

This is an elderly Tauren man, with traces of time carved on his rugged face, but his sturdy body is still as solid as a weathered mountain.

He wore a headdress symbolizing status, adorned with worn but still majestic feathers and bone fragments carved with tribal symbols. His heavy leather armor was covered with scratches and stains left by battle, telling of the brutal battles he had been in. The old bull's voice was as rough as the rolling of a boulder. He first coughed violently twice, and the vibrations made his wounds seem to tremble.

Naralex quickly signaled to the sentry next to him to hand him a glass of water.

The old cow clumsily took the cup with his thick fingers. The cup was just right for a night elf but too small for him. He tilted his head back and drank the water inside. With his huge body, that amount of water was probably barely enough to moisten his throat, let alone quench his thirst.

His cloudy eyes slowly swept over the people around him, lingering for a moment in particular on Alvin and Akalitrassa, two clearly non-Kaldorei beings. Finally, he spoke in a low, grateful voice, "Thank you, Children of the Moon and humans, thank you for your help..."

He spoke the Tauren language, a language full of strong syllables and guttural sounds.

Fortunately, all the night elves present were old and had been dealing with various neighbors in Kalimdor for a long time. It was not difficult for them to understand the Tauren language, but they might not speak it so fluently.

Alvin could understand it too, as if it were part of his miraculous gift. Only young Akalitassa played with her fingernails impatiently, not understanding what the old cow was saying, but she didn't care.

Shandris was no longer surprised by this and just glanced at Alvin indifferently.

The impatient Naralex clearly didn't have the patience to wait for the old tauren to speak slowly. He eagerly leaned forward and asked, "Kargar Huntshoof! What's going on? Shadowburial Village is strategically located. Even if they can't escape for the time being, they should be able to protect themselves more than enough! How could they be beaten like this by the centaurs? And where is Tanika Huntshoof? Why can't I see her?"

Alvin could tell that it was the name of a female tauren, and when Naralex mentioned this name, his tone became noticeably more anxious.

Upon hearing this, the old minotaur Calgar's huge head drooped down, and his big, cloudy eyes instantly filled with tears.

It is difficult to describe the sound of such a burly and majestic minotaur crying. When the suppressed sobs came from the depths of his throat, the sadness, anger and powerlessness made the old bull's strong shoulders tremble slightly, which looked particularly heartbreaking.

"Tanika... wuwuwuwu... my daughter..."

He choked up and said, "She discovered that two of our kodo beasts had gone missing, so she took a few hunters out to look for them... but ended up falling into a trap set by those centaur bastards and being kidnapped."

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"The kidnappers came to demand a ransom, including large amounts of food and leather. I... I wanted to follow the rules and use the ransom to get my daughter back. But who could have imagined... as soon as we opened the village gate, the ambushed centaurs rushed in like a tide! We were caught off guard, and we were hesitant for fear of hurting Tanika, who might be held hostage. That's why... that's why we were completely defeated..."

"What?! Tanika was kidnapped?!"

Naralex was struck by lightning, stumbling back a step, the color draining from his face.

The concentration and calmness he had just shown during the treatment were instantly replaced by extreme shock and anger. His eyes widened, and his hands clenched into fists uncontrollably, his nails almost digging into his palms.

"How is she now? Where is she?!"

His voice was shrill with emotion.

Karga shook his head in pain, and his huge horns swung with it.

"I don't know... She's been captured for two days. My most agile hunter risked his life to track her and saw her being taken... in the direction of Maraudon."

When the name "Maraudon" was mentioned, even the old tauren's voice was filled with fear.

"I'm afraid she's in grave danger now. She's my beloved daughter, but... as the head of Shadow Burial Village, I can't... I can't let my people go into that cursed land and die just to save my daughter!"

"Should Tanika be sacrificed?!"

Naralex roared, his emotions completely out of control.

"Your people don't dare to go, so I will go! I can't just watch her get killed!"

Alvin was very surprised by Naralex's unusually intense reaction, and he looked at Shandris in confusion.

Shandris explained in a low voice, "Tauren are a race native to Kalimdor, primarily living in the southern Mulgore steppes. They revere nature and possess gentle, resilient personalities. While our kaldorei don't have close ties with them, we once formed an alliance against common threats like the centaurs, and our relationship has always been harmonious."

It dawned on Alvin, who muttered to himself, "Even Thrall is still a child now, let alone the Horde." He remembered a time when the orc Thrall had just arrived in Kalimdor and had witnessed the kidnapping of Cairne Bloodhoof's son, Baine, by centaurs. Why are tauren always having their children kidnapped? That's a bit too much.

"no!"

Calgar struggled to sit up.

"Nalarex, I can't let you die! I know you are friends, but Maraudon..."

"friend?!"

Naralex interrupted him suddenly, his voice trembling with excitement, and his face flushed with affection.

"Karga! Even now, you still refuse to admit it and just think we're 'friends'? Tanika and I...we are lovers! We are each other's soul mates!"

An unexpected bonus?!

When several people heard this unexpected announcement, their eyes widened immediately. Alvin also observed the micro-expressions on Calgar and Naralex's faces as if he was watching the fun.

Naralex seemed to be lost in memories, his tone becoming a little excited, as if he was thinking of the goddess.

"She is Mother Earth's most beautiful gift! When she runs, her curly black hair looks like flowing coal in the sunlight! Her big eyes are like two moons in the deepest night sky! Her laughter is more powerful than the largest waterfall in Mulgore! In my eyes, she is more than just a tauren, she is... she is a goddess who has come to earth!"

He gestured with his hands, trying to depict the perfect image in his mind.

This passionate confession made Shandris' cheeks feel slightly hot, and she turned her head away awkwardly.

Alvin was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

No, it’s too graphic!

Alvin seemed to see a burly figure in a white wedding dress. Naralex gently lifted the bride's veil to the sound of romantic music, revealing a bull's face covered with black fur, with big eyes like copper bells and a hissing snort!

Alvin quickly shook his head to get rid of the image from his mind, but found that our grumpy druid had not finished speaking yet.

"I'm going to save her!"

Naralex roared, breathing heavily.