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

"I'd better go."

Alvin's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

He took a step forward, his expression natural. He was somewhat moved by Naralex's love story. After all, he was also an interracial lover, and he could resonate with the sincere emotions that transcended racial barriers.

Having seen many sinister and vicious enemies, this kind of pure emotion is particularly precious in this turbulent era.

"But,"

Shandris frowned slightly. Her duty as a Sentinel General required her to weigh the overall situation.

"We must rush to Feralas as soon as possible tomorrow morning. Time is running out. Maraudon is a huge naturally formed maze. Legend has it that it is full of forked paths, poisonous pools, and a corrupted aura. Going deep into it to search for someone will probably take a lot of time, or even..."

"Don't worry, I'm not acting on impulse,"

Alvin interrupted her with a wave of his hand.

"Who said we have to sneak into that rat hole to look for someone?"

His eyes swept over the crowd, finally landing on Naralex and the old cow village chief Calgar.

"My plan is very simple. Since Miss Tanika is already in danger, every moment of delay will increase the danger. We might as well just rush over with all our might and force them to release her!"

Naralex opened his mouth in surprise at the bold proposal, then looked embarrassed.

"Sir Alvin, this plan sounds exciting, but... you've seen the situation at the outpost. We're severely short-handed, with wounded soldiers to care for, and only a few combatants available. I'm afraid only the two of us can go."

His voice gradually became lower and lower. He obviously felt that it was like hitting a rock with an egg for the two of them to break into the Centaur base, and his previous bold words also became much weaker.

Alvin laughed and patted his shoulder: "Who said we need a lot of manpower? Everyone, including you, stay here to rest well and take care of the wounded."

He raised his hand and pointed at the red-haired girl standing behind him.

"Akali and I will go. We'll just kick down the door and demand their help. I want to see who dares to say 'no'."

As if to echo his bold words, the red-haired girl Akalitasa, who was leaning against the door, spurted out a small string of dazzling sparks from the corner of her mouth at the right time, making a "crackling" sound, and her face also had an expression as if she wanted to do something bad.

It was not until then that Naralex and Village Chief Calgar truly noticed the red-haired girl who had been quietly standing beside them, and the pair of delicate dragon horns in her hair that were by no means decorative.

Chief Karga's enormous bull eyes instantly widened as he struggled to support his massive body. His voice was filled with incredible awe: "Ancestors! It's... it's a dragon! A giant dragon incarnated as a human!"

He struggled to get up and wanted to kneel down, but was quickly held down by everyone.

Akalitrassa tilted her head, puzzled by the old minotaur's overly excited reaction.

Green Shadow smiled and explained, "The Tauren revere all things in nature and have a deep tradition of totem worship. They regard powerful dragons as symbols of antiquity, wisdom, and strength, ancient beings worthy of awe. Of course, a dragon that can transform into such a perfect human form is truly rare."

Upon hearing this, Akalitassa immediately puffed out her chest proudly, her red eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Don't worry! When Brother Alvin and I go together, there's nothing we can't accomplish! Burn all those pesky centaurs to ashes!"

Once the plan is set, there is no more delay.

Akalisra would not allow anyone except Elwynn's relatives and friends to ride her, so it was finally decided that Shandris would accompany her as a translator, and Greenshade would stay at the outpost to treat the injured refugees with other druids of the Cenarion Circle.

Although Naralex was deeply concerned for Tanica's safety, seeing that everyone, including the dragon and the renowned Sentinel General, had gone together, he knew that he might become a burden if he went along. He could only hold Alvin's hand tightly, and a thousand words melted into one: "Please... bring my Tanica back."

Alvin almost vomited. It was really unbearable to see such a strong man being so cheesy. He quickly pulled his hand back with a smile and urged everyone to set off.

Soon, under the cold and bleak moonlight of the desolate land, the huge red dragon took off again, carrying Alwyn and Shandris, like a red meteor, cutting through the silent night sky and rushing towards Maraudon.

Not long after, the outline of a huge mountain range shrouded in a strange purple and gray-brown mist appeared in the distance.

That is Maraudon, the cursed land where the Centaur Khan is said to be buried.

Even at high altitude, one could sense the decadent and ominous atmosphere emanating from there.

At the entrance to the mountain range is a huge cave that looks like a gaping devil's mouth. In front of the cave is a valley filled with rubble and bones.

At this moment, bonfires were lit in the valley, and a large number of figures were moving around in them - they were the Centaur tribe that attacked Shadow Burial Village.

The upper bodies of these terrifying creatures resemble those of rude humans, with muscular build and ferocious faces, while the lower bodies are those of strong horses.

They were armed with rough spears, axes, and bows and arrows, their bodies were painted with strange oil paint, and they made wild beast-like roars and neighs. The air was filled with their unique fishy and barbaric smell.

Akalitraza did not hide her whereabouts at all. Her huge dragon wings stirred up a strong wind, and with suffocating pressure, she landed directly in the center of the valley like a falling meteor. Her huge body made the earth tremble.

She raised her head and let out a deafening dragon roar. The sound waves hit the centaur's eardrums like a substance, instantly drowning out all the noise.

Alvin stood behind the dragon's head, his eyes sternly sweeping over the herd of centaurs below that were thrown into chaos by the sudden arrival of the dragon.

Many centaurs retreated in fear, their weapons dropped from their hands, and some even fell to the ground, trembling.

The dragon's might is a fear engraved deep in the blood of these beings who are not completely ignorant.

"Tell those of you who are in charge to come out!"

With the blessing of magic, Alvin's voice was clearly transmitted throughout the valley. Although the centaurs did not understand the common language, the unquestionable tone was enough to understand his meaning.

Shandris stepped forward and translated loudly in fluent Centaur. Her voice was like an icy dagger, piercing every Centaur's heart. "The dragon and his companions are here! Hand over the tauren you kidnapped from Shadowburrow Village! Now!"

There was a commotion among the centaurs, and fear was gradually replaced by anger.

An exceptionally tall Centaur chief, wearing a skull crown and holding a huge axe, pushed his companions aside and walked out.

He suppressed his fear of dragons and roared back in a rough language. Shandris translated simultaneously, her tone full of disgust: "He said - 'So what if there are dragons? This is Maraudon, the resting place of Zaetar! Outsiders will not be allowed to run wild! That minotaur female is our trophy, and the chief is trying to... her, don't even think about taking her!'"

Shandris blushed, skipped some of the content, and whispered, "They said they were bathing the minotaur..."

Alvin took a deep breath.

Kalimdor is indeed a primitive continent, but is everyone's aesthetic taste just as primitive? Is that tauren lady a universally beloved figure in the tauren world? Why does everyone want to get their hands on her...

It seems that verbal deterrence is not enough.

Alvin snorted coldly and patted Akali's neck gently: "Akali, show them what 'running wild' means."

Akalitraza had long been impatient, and her red eyes lit up with a terrifying light.

She suddenly raised her head and took a deep breath. The air around her seemed to be sucked out, and hot energy gathered deep in her throat.

The next second, a giant fireball with a diameter of more than thirty feet, like a small sun, spewed out of her mouth with the power to destroy everything!

The fireball did not hit the herd of centaurs, but drew a graceful arc, and with a sharp whistling sound, it slammed heavily into the top of a nearly 100-meter-high stone mountain next to the valley!

“Boom——!!!!!”

A deafening explosion sounded, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the night sky of the entire desolate place, as if daylight had suddenly arrived.

Raging flames and shock waves raged, and in front of everyone's horrified gazes, the top of the stone mountain seemed to be wiped away by an invisible giant hand. The rock instantly melted into red magma that flowed down, leaving behind a shocking glassy circular pit in its place!

A scorching air wave hit them in the face, carrying the smell of sulfur and ash, making all the centaurs feel a burning pain when breathing.

Silence, deathly silence.