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

Seeing that Shandris looked serious, Alvin was obviously very worried about the actions of the Twilight Hammer.

He gently pressed her shoulders and said in a low voice, "Shandris, don't be impatient. We need to sort out the clues clearly. Impulsiveness will prevent us from seeing the truth."

He first led everyone to sit around the campfire, and after the old tauren had settled into their seats, he slowly analyzed, "First, according to the intelligence we received from the naga captives, Cho'gall's fleet encountered Queen Azshara's army at sea. The naga have an overwhelming advantage at sea, and the Twilight's Hammer's ships are mostly old vessels captured from the Alliance Navy during the last war. After so much sailing and fighting, they are already in dilapidated condition. Under such an attack, their fleet is likely to have been shattered."

He picked up a small branch and drew a winding coastline on the ground.

"So, the most likely scenario is that they didn't land on the island with a plan, but were forced to run aground or abandon ship due to the Naga's pursuit. Their top priority on the island now is definitely survival—gathering supplies, repairing any usable ships, and treating the wounded. These are their most urgent needs right now."

He paused and looked at everyone's reactions.

This inference was well-founded, and even Shandris nodded slowly. Alvin then continued, "As for Dire Maul, I don't believe that was their original target. More likely, while they were on the island, they heard about this ancient ruin, shrouded in legends and curses, from the local natives. Given Cho'gall and his fanatical followers' fascination with ancient knowledge and power, hearing about such a place would have been like a shark smelling blood—naturally, they couldn't help but explore. But this was more of a side trip than a carefully planned core mission. Their primary focus remained finding a way to restore navigation and continue their shady business."

Green Shadow nodded repeatedly as she listened. She added softly, "Alvin's analysis makes sense, Shandris. If their main force is truly trapped on the island, busy repairing and defending against a possible naga attack, then the manpower sent to Dire Maul will inevitably be limited. We still have time to make more thorough deployments."

Shandris's tense brows finally relaxed a little, and she nodded.

"You're right. I was too impatient. I'm truly sorry... Ever since I witnessed that power in the Black Abyss last time, I've inevitably... overreacted to any clues related to the Old Gods. As you said, let's first reach Feralas and find out the details before making any plans."

It was already late at night, and everyone was exhausted from the continuous fighting and running around.

Akalitassa, who sat beside Alvin, had already transformed back into her human form. She curled up in his arms, her red-haired head nodding slowly, her eyes completely closed, and she breathed softly and evenly—she was completely asleep. Seeing this, Alvin ended the conversation and arranged for them to rest.

Naturally, Shantis used the excuse that "girls need private space" to drag the half-asleep Green Shadow and the dazed Akalitasa into a room.

The other rooms were basically occupied by the Minotaur refugees, so Alvin had to stay alone in the hall outside and sleep on the floor.

Alvin could only respond with a helpless smile.

However, the night was not peaceful.

From time to time, the suppressed moans of a female tauren and the roar of a happy night elf could be heard from the corners of the camp. The sound was huge and ferocious, as if it could penetrate the walls and shake the ground slightly, just like slaughtering a pig.

Alvin tossed and turned because of the noise and almost didn't sleep all night.

The next morning, he walked out of the room with faint dark circles under his eyes.

I found that Shandris and Green Shadow were already sitting at the simple wooden dining table, with their hands supporting their foreheads, and were gradually dozing off. It was obvious that they had not rested well.

The sunlight filtering through the window shone on her long brown hair, which was carefully braided and adorned with tiny gemstones and hung down at the sides of her shoulders.

Alvin tiptoed over, carefully picked up the end of her braid, and lightly brushed the flexible tip across her sensitive ears and cheeks.

"Um......"

Shantis felt itchy in her sleep, and she unconsciously shrank her neck, making a soft hum like a dream, and her long eyelashes trembled a few times. The way she subconsciously avoided the itch looked particularly cute.

Just as Alvin was about to continue, she noticed that the Sentinel General had slowly woken up. She blinked in confusion, then saw Alvin standing before her with a smirk, his braid in his hand. She immediately understood. Her pretty face tightened.

"You! Childish!"

Alvin laughed and sat down across from her. "Same here. Looks like a certain general didn't sleep well last night either. Was he also kept awake by that who-knows-what roar?"

Shandris blushed at the mention of this, but quickly recovered. She rubbed her temple and said, "Nights in Desolace are never peaceful. Besides the sounds of the wounded, that roar... it must be some beast on the hunt!"

Her cheeks flushed slightly again, and she felt that this statement might not be credible.

"In my opinion, it looks more like two wild beasts fighting! Hahahahaha..."

Alvin laughed heartily. Only Green Shadow had no idea what was going on and looked confused. She had always had a good sleep quality; after all, she was someone who could sleep peacefully in a hot pot...

After a simple meal of dry food and fruit, they prepared to set off again.

The Tauren of Shadow Burial Village still need time to rest and recuperate, waiting for most of the wounded to recover before they can start their journey home.

Akalitrassa slept well, and transformed back into the majestic red dragon form with full energy.

The few of them said goodbye to Naralex and the Tauren and set out on their journey again.

As Alkaritasza carried them over the Maraudon region where the fierce battle had taken place the previous day, they clearly saw the Centaur tribes wandering the plains below. The moment they sensed the presence of the dragon, they all stopped moving. Many Centaur faced them directly, knelt in worship, and even rested their foreheads on the dry earth, not daring to raise them for a long time.

The deterrent effect of Long Wei is more direct and effective than any military declaration.

"I have sent a letter to Lady Tyrande overnight, reporting the situation here and my suggestions, via a messenger from the Sentinels."

Shandris said suddenly.

"I request that she take this opportunity to send a sufficient force to completely recapture and stabilize Desolace and open up a passage from north to south."

She paused and looked at Alvin.

"At the same time, I also wrote down in detail your ideas on how to 'hire' and place centaurs to form a virtuous cycle in the letter."

She seemed to be worried that Alvin would misunderstand, so she added, "Don't think I'm taking credit for your work. I made it clear that this was your idea."

Hearing this, Alvin smiled indifferently and looked at her with a mischievous look.

"What's there to fight over? Between us, what's yours and mine? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours, isn't it?"

Shandris's face flushed red, and in embarrassment, she reached out her hand almost as a conditioned reflex, pinching the soft flesh on Alvin's waist again quickly and accurately - this had almost become her standard reaction to his teasing.

However, this time, her hand was accurately intercepted by Alvin in mid-air.

His palm was warm and strong, holding her wrist firmly.

Shandris looked up in surprise and met Alvin's face with a smug smile.

"How many times, Shandris?"

Alvin chuckled and shook the hand he was holding.

"I forgot to tell you, you can't use the same trick on me a second time. I've already figured out your ways, hehe."

Seeing Alvin's smug look, Shantis gently pinched the skin on Alvin's hand with the nails of her index finger and thumb.