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

Chapter 400 Preparing for Attack

Grandmother Gaiaan sighed,

"But even if we die, our fate will be much cleaner than those greenskins."

She stood up and looked into Alvin's eyes.

"What do you want?"

Alvin spread his hands.

"Ner'zhul's intelligence, but I think we came here for nothing."

"I don't want to disturb your rest and recuperation, but I need to remind you that the Alliance army has already set up camp in the south. I'm afraid that fighting will soon begin in the Dark Temple. You need to get away from here as soon as possible."

"Even if I wanted to leave, I'm afraid I can't leave now,"

Grandmother Gaia pointed to the room in the village.

"My people are sick, they are weak, and it is impossible to let them leave now."

"However, regarding the information about Ner'zhul you mentioned... I think I still have some. Please wait a moment."

As the old woman spoke, she waved to Alvin and the others, indicating that they should sit down and wait for a moment. She then walked to a small house, pushed open the door and went in.

There was a ding-dong sound, it must be Grandma Gaiaan looking for something.

"Ha, so it's here."

A happy voice came from the room, and my grandmother pushed the door open and came out with a parchment scroll in her hand.

"Here's a map of Shadowmoon Valley. I thought you might need it."

Grandmother Gaiaan unfolded the parchment scroll and laid it flat on the ground.

The map was drawn very roughly, but it had everything it needed, and it was very similar. On the easternmost side of the map, there was a huge building. Grandmother Gaiaan picked up a branch and pointed.

"This is the Black Temple. I see there's a Draenei beside you. I don't think I need to tell you much about the history of the Black Temple..."

"The Black Temple was originally a sacred place for the Draenei. In the final battle that took place there, the Draenei were utterly defeated. They even united with other clans, such as the Arakkoa... but without exception, they were all crushed by Gul'dan."

"Gul'dan's power is beyond your imagination. His evil spells can even alter the landscape, summoning a volcano from the ground! After he captured the temple, he made extensive modifications. The Black Temple is now a veritable war fortress! In my opinion, it's a hundred times more powerful than the Hellfire Citadel you've seen before!"

Grandmother Gaiaan spoke a lot in one breath and began to pant, as if she was recalling a memory that she didn't want to recall.

She pointed eastward with a branch,

"You must first head east until you reach the Devouring Lake. Don't even think about crossing that lake, because it's formed by green magma!"

"The Devouring Lake is backed by the volcano summoned by Gul'dan that I just mentioned! That volcano is now called the Hand of Gul'dan. You need to go south, around the lake and the volcano, and then east. You won't have to look far to see that ugly building. That's the Black Temple!"

Alvin took a cold breath. He remembered that when he came to Outland in his previous life, Shadowmoon Valley was already the last map. There was a volcano in the middle of the map. That volcano was called the Hand of Gul'dan.

At that time, I didn’t understand why it was named this way. What does this volcano have to do with Gul’dan?

I didn't expect that it was Gul'dan who summoned the volcano...

Alvin boasted of his strength, but he didn't have such abilities. Furthermore, even the lava flowing out was green; it couldn't possibly be legitimate magic; it had to be some kind of fel spell.

With such widespread use of fel magic on earth, it's no wonder that the world of Draenor collapsed. It's not unfair at all.

Alvin took the map handed over by Grandma Gaiaan.

"Thank you, Grandmother Gaiaan. Your advice is very valuable. I will report this information to the Alliance Commander as soon as possible."

The old woman nodded, then sighed.

"You guys should leave now. The orcs here are not as hospitable as I am. They are all a bunch of rigid and traditional guys... Of course, we will leave here as soon as possible."

Alvin put the map back into his arms and glanced inside the village. Seeing the weak orcs and their wary eyes, he knew that he was indeed unwelcome.

Then he bowed to the old woman and left with Green Shadow and Yrel.

"Alvin, I don't understand..."

After leaving the orc village, Yrel was already impatient. She had already prepared for the battle, but she didn't know why Alvin didn't take action.

Alvin waved his hand.

"Green Shadow, let's go home and explain it to you on the way."

On Green Shadow's back, Alvin and Yrel sat in front and behind, with Yrel holding Alvin's waist.

"You know, the orcs were originally divided into many clans, but they united under a guy named Gul'dan."

Alvin patted Yrel's hand and explained the history and changes of the orcs in detail to the two of them.

"So, these guys aren't the orcs who massacred the Draenei?"

"That's right. In fact, you have lived with orcs for a long time. You should understand what traditional orcs are like. All this happened after the warlock Gul'dan defected to the demons. He led the orcs on a path of no return."

Yrel's little hooves trembled rhythmically as Green Shadow ran.

"No wonder the orcs suddenly attacked us like crazy. The Dark Temple was originally our sacred Karabor Temple, but it was also polluted by the orcs and turned into the current Dark Temple..."

"We've been on the run since the war started. I never thought we could fight back!"

Irel held Alvin's arm slightly harder, squeezing Alvin a little tighter.

"But after the war is over, what will we Draenei do?"

"What are you thinking? Now that the Draenei are part of the Alliance, of course they will go to Azeroth with us."

Alvin turned around and flicked Yrel on the head, scaring the Draenei so much that he covered his eyes.

"Didn't you say in the prophecy that you were my handmaiden? Of course you'll go with me, or do you regret it?"

Yrel shook his head, leaned against Alvin's back, and rested his head on his shoulder.

"As long as you don't drive me away, I will follow you forever..."

"Great! Kurdran has taken his griffon riders on a scouting expedition! With this map, we can start formulating a battle plan when Kurdran returns!"

In the makeshift command post, Turalyon spread out the map that Alvin had brought back on the table, leaning his arms on the table as he looked at the map carefully.

"I didn't expect there would be opposition voices among the orcs."

Alleria looked at the map.

"The map is indeed very detailed, but how can you be sure this isn't an enemy trap?"

"What map? What trap? Let me see!"

The door curtain was lifted, and a dusty dwarf walked in. The blue iconic tattoo on his face was covered with sweat and black dust.

"Kudran, you're back just in time. Take a look at this map."

Turalyon looked up and saw Kurdran taking off his cloak, and quickly asked him to come over and take a look.

"Uh-huh......"

Kurdlan frowned, put his hands on the table, and studied the map carefully.

"Very detailed, exactly the same as what I've discovered so far... Everyone, it looks like we can prepare for the attack!"