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

Chapter 631 Strange Refugees

Under Shandris's clear and calm guidance, Akalisra let out a low dragon roar, and her wings fanned out strong airflow, easily crossing the towering ridge in front of her that acted like a natural barrier.

In an instant, a completely different scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

Desolace - as the name suggests, this is a desolate and depressing land.

Looking around, all you can see are rust-red barren plains and hideous rock pillars. The vegetation is sparse, with only some drought-resistant thorn bushes and withered meadows scattered here and there.

The dry wind blew up dust, making the air seem turbid, forming a cruel contrast with the vitality of the Gray Valley behind and even the mountainous area they had just flown over. It was as if they had stepped into another decadent world.

The Niel outpost was built at the foot of the southern slope of the mountain range that we just flew over. It nestled closely against the mountain and cleverly utilized the terrain to construct the main buildings on a relatively flat platform carved out halfway up the mountain.

Looking down from the air, the wooden watchtowers, barracks and fortifications blend into the rocks, showing the night elves' consistent architectural style that is in harmony with nature.

"I can't just land on that little platform,"

The voice of Akalitraza came,

"The campground looks crowded and messy, and things are going to get broken."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately leaned over and looked carefully down in the moonlight.

Green Shadow was the first to exclaim, "Shandis, look! Something seems to have happened down there! There are a lot of people, and many of them are lying on the ground, and they look injured!"

Shandris's sharp eyes swept across the camp, and her face instantly became solemn. She saw the staggering figures, the hurriedly running sentinels, and the conspicuous wounded lying or sitting on the ground.

"Something's not going on. Akalitrassa, land in the open space outside the outpost. There's plenty of space there."

Alvin gave the order without hesitation.

The red dragon girl obediently folded her wings and began to dive.

A huge shadow swept across the ground, bringing with it a strong wind that blew up the dust and dead grass on the ground.

She landed steadily on a relatively open, hard surface outside the outpost gate, her limbs making a dull thud as she landed on all fours.

Alvin jumped down, raised his head and observed closely, and found that the Niel outpost was more like a solid fortress guarding a strategic point.

Wooden palisades and tall watchtowers carved with the symbol of Elune formed the first line of defense.

At this moment, the camp gate was open, and suppressed groans and hurried footsteps were heard from inside, creating a tense atmosphere.

A nervous female sentry at the door finally lowered her guard when she saw General Shandris Feathermoon and Green Shadow dismounting from their dragon's back. She greeted them with a respectful salute, "General Feathermoon! Lady Green Shadow! We're so glad you've come!"

Shandris cut straight to the point without any pleasantries, her tone stern. "What's going on here? Why is there such chaos? What happened to these wounded?"

The sentry quickly replied, "General, it's refugees! A group of refugees suddenly arrived in the evening. We are doing our best to treat and accommodate them, but there are too many injured and we are really short of manpower."

"refugee?"

Alvin was very surprised when he heard this.

"Why are there refugees here? Are there other Kaldorei villages nearby?"

As far as he could remember, Desolace didn't seem to be the main settlement area of ​​the night elves, and he had rarely been there before. It seemed that he had only been there once when he accepted the mission of the Scarlet Crusade.

Shandris also shook her head. "No, the nearest Kaldorei settlement is far to the north. Where did these refugees come from?"

Before she could finish her words, she found that Green Shadow had already rushed into the camp.

"Refugees are... well, it's hard to explain... you'll understand once you go in,"

Alvin was very confused. What was so difficult to explain?

But when he entered the camp, the scene before him instantly made Alvin gasp. He immediately understood what the sentry meant.

Many blankets and stretchers were temporarily spread out on the open space here, and they were filled with injured people who were being rescued.

They were groaning, their bodies covered with dust and dried blood, some with wounds so deep that the bones were visible, and they were barely breathing.

However, the appearance of these injured people surprised Alvin - they were very tall, and even when lying down, it could be seen that their average height was over seven feet, and their physiques were extremely strong and sturdy.

These individuals are covered in thick, coarse hair that ranges in color from dark brown to grayish-white.

The most striking thing is the pair of solid horns of various shapes on their heads, as well as their broad noses and faces full of wild power.

Although he looked weakened by his injuries, his massive frame and natural strength still exuded a primitive intimidation.

Minotaur! This is actually a group of Minotaur refugees!

Knowledge about the races of Kalimdor flashed through Alvin's mind.

Yes, the Tauren are indeed one of the native races of this land, living mainly in the central plains and further south.

However, he had always been active in the Eastern Kingdoms and northern Kalimdor, and this was the first time he had seen this legendary powerful race that worshipped nature with his own eyes.

After the initial shock, reason told him that it was not strange to meet a minotaur here.

Shandris was obviously more familiar with the minotaurs. She swept her eyes across the room and immediately walked to a corner.

There, a tauren with a blood-soaked bandage on his head and looking seriously injured was lying on the ground. A male night elf druid was half-kneeling beside him, his hands glowing with a soft green light. He was concentrating on casting a healing spell to stabilize the other party's serious injuries.

With the last infusion of healing energy, the minotaur's heavy breathing seemed to calm down a little.

The male druid finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and raised his head. He immediately saw Shandris standing nearby and the green shadow that had just arrived.

His eyes instantly locked onto Green Shadow, his tired face suddenly lit up with surprise and admiration. He practically jumped up from the ground and said excitedly, "Ms. Green Shadow! It's you! Great! I didn't expect to meet a great druid like you here!"

He spoke very quickly, like a rapid-fire cannon. Without waiting for Green Shadow's reply, he continued, "You may not remember me. I am Naralex Windseeker! Many years ago, when I was just an apprentice, I listened to your sharing at the gathering in Moonglade! Your explanation of the way of balance benefited me greatly!"

This druid named Naralex does have a very different temperament from Green Shadow or Malfurion.

Most of the druids Alvin had met were calm and peaceful, but he seemed very active and emotional. Not only did he speak quickly, but he also gestured with his hands constantly, as if he wanted to use actions to help express his inner eagerness and excitement.

Green Shadow looked at his enthusiastic compatriot and tried to search his memory, but could only offer a gentle, slightly apologetic smile. "Nalarex? Sorry... I really can't remember it at the moment. But, I'm glad to meet you here."

Alvin also came over at this time, and Green Shadow briefly introduced the two parties.

When Naralex learned of Alvin's identity, his eyes immediately lit up, and he kept muttering, "So you're a Miracle Priest!" and nodded to Alvin.

"Naralex, what happened here? Why are these minotaurs so badly injured?"

Green Shadow asked with concern, bringing the topic back to the crisis at hand.

Naralex's expression immediately turned heavy and indignant. "They fled to us at dusk, exhausted and with heavy casualties. They came from a village near the southern coast called Shadowburial Village. They were attacked by centaurs! Those brutal and cruel plunderers suddenly launched a large-scale attack on Shadowburial Village, burning, killing, and looting. They escaped at the cost of their lives, and many of their people didn't make it out... Alas, the atrocities of the centaurs have been going on for a long time, but this time the scale is particularly large and the attack is particularly fierce!"