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

Chapter 418 Encounter in the Void Storm

The scarlet clouds surged and roared in the air currents stirred up by the dragon's wings.

As the radiant light reflected from Akalitrassa's dark red scales swept across the red wasteland below, Alvin saw the rising dust below through the gaps between the dragon's wings.

"Brother Alvin, there seems to be a battle going on over there."

The voice of the little red dragon came from the front, and Alvin's heart moved. Could it be the Frostwolf Clan?

"Let's go and take a look over there!"

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Six ogres were wielding spiked maces, one of them having two heads.

The second head of this two-headed ogre kept spewing out vicious curses.

He roared and ordered his men to surround the orc warriors in front of them, and continued to shrink the encirclement, forcing the warriors in the center of the circle to the edge of the floating island.

The orc warrior's fighting posture made Alvin's pupils shrink slightly - why is this orc so tall?

His body was twice as big as those guys Alvin had seen before, but he still maintained the agility of a cheetah.

The animal hide cape inlaid with broken bones drew a bloody arc as he spun around.

Two steel battle axes cast emerald shadows in the twilight.

This guy also wore a black leather mask on his face, which made him look even more ferocious.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Use his head for our wine glass!"

"Okay, use his head as a wine glass for us!"

The two-headed ogre came to your brother's head and yelled, holding the hammer high.

But at this moment, the orc suddenly ducked and took a wrong step, rushing into the heart of these clumsy guys. The axe blade accurately cut into the opponent's knee ligament, and with a scream, it split the head of the talkative guy in half.

"No! You killed me!"

The only remaining head looked in horror at the side of its head that was split in two, and roared in pain. The other ogres also launched an attack.

"Ow!!!"

The orc waved his hand, and a huge brown bear suddenly ran out from the side and knocked down one of the nearest ogres.

The giant bear's huge claws slapped, making a thunderous roar and a sound of bones breaking.

In a blink of an eye, the ogre's head was smashed to pieces by the giant bear. It roared and rushed towards other ogres.

These clumsy fellows were already stunned. Seeing one of them dead and one injured in an instant, they were scared out of their wits. However, they had to hold their ground under the pressure of the leading two-headed, now single-headed, ogre.

“Glory is my life!”

The orc warrior's roar shook the leaves off the trees, and his bloody fangs gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

As the two-headed ogre approached, wielding a rough hammer, the brown bear suddenly stood up, and the orc warrior took advantage of the momentum to leap onto the bear's back and rushed towards the enemy.

The bear rider knocked the ogre over with his huge weight and momentum, and amid the ogre's screams,

The orc warrior crossed his axes and slashed out a cross of light blades, splitting the enemy and his hammer into four pieces.

"The boss is dead! We don't need to tell his fate anymore, let's run!"

The ogres cried out, and lost all desire to fight.

He threw his weapon away, turned around and ran away.

"This orc is very strong."

Yrel said so, and Alwyn agreed completely.

This guy also has brown skin. Is he also a Frostwolf Orc?

Alvin decided to go down and ask.

The hurricane created by Akalitrassa's landing swept up the broken armor on the ground.

Even the weapons dropped by the ogres during their flight were blown away by the turbulent air currents.

But the orc and his bear stood with their axes in hand. In the hurricane, the brown bear's hair was blown to one side.

The orc wiped off the blood stains on the axe, revealing his face half covered by bone armor - only the lower half of the orc's face was visible.

The tall body was covered with tattoos that Alvin couldn't understand, which made the orc look even more powerful.

The brown bear stood beside its owner, grunting and growling in its throat, glaring at the people who jumped off the red dragon.

But when the brown bear saw the green shadow, he lingered on her for a few more seconds.

Green Shadow smiled, stretched out her hand, and snapped her slender fingers. A faint glow of moonlight instantly bloomed between her fingers.

For some reason, the brown bear suddenly became happy, left its owner and came to Green Shadow!

Green Shadow gently touched the brown bear's head, and it whimpered instantly. Then it lay on the ground like a cub, revealing its fur-covered belly...

Several people were stunned.

But Alvin recovered quickly. After all, Green Shadow was a druid and was very good at communicating with animals.

The orc in front of him also recovered quickly.

"Isn't this the Alliance's Dragon Knight? Are you here to hunt me down?"

Elvin asked curiously, "Hunting you? Why? Aren't you an orc from the Frostwolf Clan?"

The orc shook his head.

"No, I came here to look for them, but unfortunately, I couldn't find them. I'm afraid they're in grave danger."

Alvin asked curiously, "You said I was the Alliance Dragon Knight. Do you know me?"

The orc sneered and said, "You are a big shot in the Alliance, how come you noticed me?"

He snorted.

"I am Grom Hellscream's lieutenant."

"Grom? Are you from the Warsong clan?"

When he heard the name of the "Warsong Clan", the orc knuckles gripped the axe handle tightly and took a few deep breaths.

"No, Hellscream's glory was long ago buried in their demonic blood."

The orc suddenly ripped open his chest armor, revealing a shocking scar on his chest.

"And my shame..."

His fingertips traced the wound that almost shattered his heart.

"And I am just a deserter from the tribe."

As if sensing its master's intention, the brown bear returned from Green Shadow to the orc and gently rubbed the orc's clothes with its mouth.

"It's okay, Misha. It doesn't hurt anymore."

The orc gently touched the brown bear's head.

"Misha...are you Beastlord Rexxar?"

Alvin suddenly blurted out.

"you know me?"

The orc showed a surprised expression.

"Yes, but didn't you wander around the Desolate Land?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alvin remembered and patted his head.

Beastlord Rexxar and Grom stayed in Azeroth after the Dark Portal was closed. Later, for unknown reasons, he left the Horde and went to Kalimdor.

But in this world, Grom was captured by Alvin, so the Beastmaster did not follow Grom early in the morning, but returned to his hometown in Blade's Edge Mountains first!

Looking at Alvin's happy expression, Rexxar was a little puzzled.

"Then what are you here for?"

"Grandmother Gaiaan asked me to come to the Frostwolf Clan."

"Grandmother Gaiaan? Why would your alliance be with the orcs?"

"For our vengeance is solely against Ner'zhul and his tribe. These men must be punished for their crimes against our people and our land."

Alvin said: "But the Alliance is not like those crazy green orcs. We can distinguish which orcs are enemies and which orcs are friends."

"It was Elwyn who saved Grandmother Gaiaan. Those Mag'har should have died in the collapse of Draenor."

Yrel said next to him.

Rexxar still couldn't believe it, but he knew that the Draenei were traditional and rigid people.

They are very difficult to be enemies, but these guys have one thing in common: they never lie.

He once again examined the human in front of him and finally nodded.

"Okay, I believe you. Like I said just now, the Frostwolves are probably finished. You came here for nothing."

"I will bring this news to Grandmother Gaiaan."

Alvin sighed.

"What about you? Are you going to go and reunite with Grandmother Gaiaan and the others?"

"Not yet,"

Rexxar shook his head.

"The changes here are huge. The land under my feet is simply unbelievable. I want to walk around here first and see what the situation is."

Alvin suddenly smiled and said, "Are you interested in joining us?"