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

Chapter 410: Draenor Becomes Outland

“I’m Alvin!”

Alvin shouted,

"We met the other day! Get your men onto my dragon now, we don't have time to explain!"

"You? For the ancestors, does that mean Ner'zhul succeeded?"

Grandmother Gaiaan's voice trembled, but she quickly recovered.

The old woman pointed her war-tattooed finger at Akalitrassa—"My God, what a beautiful creature..."

"The living Mag'har! Follow me!"

When the last lame old orc was lifted onto the dragon's back, Akalitrassa roared again.

"Hold on tight, we're taking off!"

The little red dragon flapped its wings violently and took off into the air with the twenty-three new passengers, but she had never carried so many people before, and the load was too heavy, so she staggered and fell down again.

Alvin looked at the temporary camp below which was instantly engulfed by the lava.

Suddenly, I found that the lame old orc was sneaking towards the edge of the dragon's wing.

"What are you going to do?"

Alvin grabbed the orc who was about to slide.

"The dragon's back weight exceeds the limit..."

The old orc opened his toothless mouth,

"There are no cowards among the Mag'har orcs!"

The old orc laughed heartily.

"Alvin! Let my warriors go!"

Grandmother Gaiaan stood up and said through gritted teeth,

The old orc nodded and jumped off the dragon's back without looking back. Immediately afterwards, several orcs who were already seriously injured jumped off the dragon's back spontaneously.

Everyone was so shocked that they were speechless and could only watch the free-falling figures being engulfed by the sea of fire on the ground.

"This is how the orcs survive,"

Grandmother Gaiaan sighed,

"Our planet's crop yields are limited, and the old orcs will give their chance to survive to the young. You don't need to feel sorry for us."

"Did Ner'zhul finally tear open the door?"

The old woman's dry, branch-like fingers gently stroked Akalitrassa's scales.

"It wasn't just one door, it was countless. Ner'zhul did succeed. Countless portals tore Draenor apart."

Alvin Road,

"But we have slain Ner'zhul. We have destroyed him."

The wind from Terokkar suddenly brought a chill, and the orc crone's wolfskin cloak fluttered in the air like a battle flag.

"Then why don't you go home? What are you doing in this crumbling world?"

"We can't go back. Opening the portal requires enormous energy, but the Dark Temple has collapsed, and we can't use the magic network anymore."

Grandmother Gaiaan nodded.

"So you remembered what I said before and knew that Nagrand was safe, so you planned to fly to Nagrand first?"

"Yes."

"You are very smart, and it is because of your intelligence that you saved my life."

The old woman took out an oak branch from her bosom and handed it to Alvin.

"There's a place called the Elemental Highlands in the northeast of Nagrand. That's where we orcs communicate with the spirits of nature. Take this and go there, someone will help you..."

"this......"

Grandma Gaiaan smiled kindly.

"My hometown is in Nagrand. After you come here, you can stay in my village first. After resting, you can go to the Elemental Highlands. Don't worry, I won't harm my benefactor."

Akalitrassa's dragon wings tore a red afterimage in the storm, and the lava-like scales burst into sparks in the astral turbulence.

The young dragon let out a deafening roar, and the dragon's roar, wrapped in the smell of sulfur, penetrated the clouds and finally caught up with the black dragon army in the sky near the border of Nagrand.

Those pitch-black scaly wings covered half the sky like a plague, but fortunately they were far away from the area where the collapse was most severe.

"Alvin! You reckless guy!!"

Turalyon swung his Holy Light Hammer, and the Paladin's blue cloak was almost torn into pieces by the strong wind.

He was almost scared to death when he saw Alvin leave the team just now.

But when he saw Alvin's figure rising from behind the red dragon's neck, his rebuke suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Holy Light!

The brown-skinned orcs were clinging to the dragon scales tightly, their fangs gleaming coldly in the starlight.

Where did Alvin go to save such a group of orcs? !

"They are the Mag'har! Orcs who have never been corrupted!"

Alvin's roar, mixed with the resonance of magic, vibrated in the wind.

Solanlian's robe rustled in the wind, and the Scepter of Sargeras in her hand was condensing into azure sound waves.

"Use this magic to shout from a distance!"

But the roar coming from below still drowned out all other sounds.

Behind him, the last violet treetops of Terokkar Forest were crumbling, and the earth's crust was undulating like parchment crumpled by invisible giant hands.

Countless tons of rocks were thrown high into the sky, but they stopped the moment they touched the astral membrane and turned into a suspended archipelago.

Fortunately, the emerald grasslands of Nagrand now appeared before their eyes, but strange changes began to appear in the sky. The originally bright sky gradually showed a strange translucent texture, and what was flowing in the sky was no longer the air layer, but the dark blue stardust from the twisting void.

"The edges of the earth are crumbling!"

The dragons suddenly rose vertically, and a crack across the sky exploded in the distance.

The burning ocean poured into the abyss of the universe like a waterfall, and the salty mist was drawn into spiral ice crystal belts before it fell.

Alvin even saw the entire snow-covered continent in the north hanging upside down in the sky!

"Oh my god... that's Frostfire Ridge... it's gone..."

Grandmother Gaiaan said in shock.

Is this the Netherstorm? Alvin wondered, thinking, after this, Draenor would truly become Outland...

The rumblings in Nagrand are becoming more violent, but some ancient magic seems to be maintaining the last bit of decency in this land.

"It is the souls, the ancestors of the Draenei and the Orcs who are protecting Nagrand, so I said it is safe here..."

Grandmother Gaiaan said this, pointing towards the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun in the distance.

Alvin was surprised to find that the outline of the holy mountain was fading, and the blue souls of the Draenei and Orc ancestors were flocking into the sky, weaving a soul protection net on the edge of the shattered continent.

Protecting this continent from being completely torn apart by the void.

But the force of the earth tearing apart was too great, and the land still collapsed involuntarily.

Draenor's oceans have evaporated, and the continental plates have been reorganized in the warp storms.

Those rifts that were spewing out fel magma were now being forcibly stitched together by the power of the void.

Everyone finally understood that this dying world was being transformed into a huge floating island, and the Nagrand grassland where they were at the moment was just the last intact deck on the bridge.

The dragons finally flew to the center of Nagrand. Alvin shouted loudly, asking everyone to stop. Around them, countless ancestral spirits were protecting this last piece of land. The surrounding rocks began to lose gravity, flew into the air, and turned into floating islands.

There is nowhere else to go, this is the final destination!

"Holy Light, please help us protect this broken continent..."

When Alvin understood this, he stood on the head of the little red dragon, gathered all the energy in his body, and a sacred beam of light emanated from his body, helping those spirits to protect this precarious land.

"Outland..."

Alvin trembled as he uttered the words that had appeared countless times in his previous life. As soon as his tears flowed out of his eyes, they were blown into fine crystal dust by the strong wind.