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

Looking at the original mountain top being blown off, the Centaur Chieftain, who had been roaring just now, dropped the huge axe in his hand to the ground with a clang.

He opened his mouth and looked at the terrain that was transformed in an instant. The huge horse body trembled involuntarily, and its previous arrogance disappeared in the face of absolute power.

The other centaurs were so frightened that many of them collapsed to the ground, shitting and pissing.

Shandris' emotionless voice sounded again. She did not agree with Alvin and Akalitraza's behavior of destroying the natural environment, but she turned her attention to the hateful centaurs.

That’s right, if these unlucky guys hadn’t kidnapped the Minotaur, why would Alvin have gone to blow up the mountain?

Well, it’s all the fault of these kidnappers!

"Next time, the fireball will fall among you. I ask you one last time, will you hand it over or not?"

The Centaur Chieftain finally collapsed. He fell to his knees with a thud and screamed in a distorted voice, "Survive! We surrender! Bring that minotaur out immediately! Quick! Go!"

He urged his men at the top of his lungs, fearing that the devastating dragon's breath would descend in the next second.

A few minutes later, several centaurs crawled out of the cave and carried out a weak but still tall female minotaur.

There were some scratches and marks of binding on her body, and she looked dispirited, but when she saw the giant dragon in front of her and the night elves and humans on its back, a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.

Alkaritasra exhaled a breath of sulphurous Martian air with satisfaction. As countless centaurs watched in utter fear, she carefully scooped up the weakened Tanika with her massive claws, as if she were holding a precious, fragile object. Then, with a sudden flap of her powerful wings, she gracefully turned, carrying her trophy and companions, and soared towards Niel's outpost, stirring up a gust of wind mixed with ash and heat. She left a devastating sight and deep-seated fear in the valley of Maraudon forever.

Shandris stood on the dragon's back and glanced back.

Below, the centaurs who had been so arrogant just now were still crawling on the ground, without even the courage to look up at the dragon leaving, as if their souls had been sucked out.

This scene stirred something in her heart, and an idea that had been brewing for a long time became clear.

It seems that it is time to send a major force to completely "demilitarize" these evils that have occupied the key roads...

These hateful Centaur tribes, like bone spurs stuck in the throat, lie right across the center of the Desolace, completely blocking the main land route for the Kaldorei to move south from the northern territories.

As Sentinel General, she would receive annoying reports every now and then - the transport convoy that set out from Auberdine, carrying supplies to the southern outpost, was plundered by centaurs in a canyon or somewhere.

Trying to catch them, these four-legged guys run faster than the wind across the open plains;

In order to encircle and suppress them in depth, they swarmed back into the deep, difficult-to-attack maze of Maraudon, relying on the terrain to put up a stubborn resistance. This really gave Shandris a headache and consumed a lot of the Sentinel troops' energy.

"Right now, these guys have just been frightened by the dragon's wrath. Their morale is low and their organization is disorganized. This is the perfect time to completely resolve this stubborn problem..."

Shandris thought rapidly in her mind, and a clear battle plan began to emerge.

Thinking that the long-standing troubles could be eradicated in one fell swoop, the corners of her mouth began to rise slightly unconsciously.

Alvin noticed that Shandris was staring blankly at the back with a silly smile on her face, so he curiously stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.

"Hey, General Yuyue, what are you thinking about so intently? Are you thinking about me?"

Shandris came back to her senses, gave Alvin a blank look, and without hiding anything, told him her idea of ​​taking the opportunity to wipe out the centaurs and open up the trade route.

Alvin couldn't help but smile after hearing this.

"As expected of our Great General Yuyue, he's already thinking about his next task after just finishing a fight. He's truly dedicated to his duties."

He changed the subject,

"But have you ever considered this? These centaurs are essentially nomads, and usually just herd kodos. But look at this desolate place. The environment is so harsh, not even decent grass grows on the ground. I'm afraid they can't even fill their stomachs by grazing alone. They rob, to some extent, to supplement their family income and survive. If you cut off their robbing livelihood and don't give them a way to survive, they will either starve to death or become even more crazy and desperate to fight back. What should we do then?"

Upon hearing this, Shandris turned around in surprise and looked at Alvin again.

She had indeed never thought about the problem from this perspective.

As a military commander, she is good at taking the enemy's heads with the Feathermoon Bow amidst thousands of troops, but when it comes to complex issues concerning people's livelihood, economy, and social structure, it is like asking Garrosh Hellscream to embroider, which is completely beyond her professional scope.

She looked at Alvin's calm and confident look, and suddenly an idea came to her mind: Could it be that this annoying guy already had an idea and was waiting for her to ask for help?

When she thought that he might be laughing at her "simple-minded" in his heart, Shandris's pretty face tightened instantly. In embarrassment and anger, she quickly reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Alvin's waist again quickly and accurately.

"Ouch! What are you doing~"

Alvin cried out in pain and shouted exaggeratedly, "Why are you pinching me again? You belong to the lobster family!"

Shandris snorted, and the strength in her grip lightened slightly. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! You look at me like an idiot! If you have any good ideas, just say them now, and stop keeping me in suspense!"

Grinning, Alvin quickly grabbed Shandris's wrist, then slid down and firmly grasped her hand, which was trying to retract.

Well, the little hands are a little cold, the skin is delicate and smooth, but the palms and fingertips are covered with thick calluses.

Alvin's heart moved slightly. Although he had never asked, Shandris was probably nearly ten thousand years old. During her long years as the Sentinel General, her hands had almost never really left the weapon.

Thinking of this, he caressed the calluses on her palms, unconsciously carrying a hint of indescribable pity.

Shandris froze at Alvin's intimate gesture, and two blushes instantly appeared on her cheeks, clearly visible in the moonlight.

She subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, and her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

What a shame!

She said this to herself in her heart, but her body seemed to be under a spell.

Alvin felt her struggle, but instead of letting go, he held her hand even tighter, and deliberately said in a rogue tone, "If you don't allow me to hold hands, I won't tell you. This is an exclusive secret recipe, priceless!"

"you!"

Shandris was furious and glared at him, but she saw a cunning yet persistent smile in his eyes. Then she looked at their tightly clasped hands, and a strange tingling sensation spread from their palms.

She bit her lower lip, and finally, as if giving up resistance, she turned her head slightly and muttered something in an almost inaudible voice, but the strength in her hands completely relaxed, allowing his warm big hands to wrap around her slightly cold and calloused hands.

Just... just to listen to his plan... in a hurry...

Poor General Yuyue muttered in her heart, but her hot cheeks and heartbeat like a drum betrayed her panic.