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

Chapter 419 The Star Consortium is Here

"You actually invited an orc to travel with you. I don't know if you are crazy or I am crazy."

"This world has gone crazy. Look at the state of the world. If we don't unite, how can we survive?"

Alvin patted Rexxar's shoulder and said with a smile.

The way Beastmaster Rexxar and his brown bear Misha looked after the dragon was very different from their usual self.

When Akalitrasza's dragon wings tore through the void storm, Rexxar was clutching Misha's thick fur, his bronze skin glowing a sickly blue in the turbulent energy.

The Beast King's battle-scarred face had lost all its color.

"I just saw you chop an ogre's head off with an axe."

Draenei Paladin Yrel's hair flew in the storm.

"And now you're like a little animal frightened by thunder?"

"Shut up, Delaney."

Rexxar growled through his teeth.

His knuckles left bluish-white indentations on his armor.

When the little red dragon heard that the orc seemed afraid of heights, his childishness immediately came to him.

She suddenly flapped her wings and dived through the ionized clouds. Beast King Rexxar's face changed drastically at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His stomach churned violently, and the feeling of being overweight and weightless made Rexxar vomit up the overnight meal many times.

Then the powerful ogre warrior swallowed it back.

This almost made Alvin and the others vomit...

"Okay, Akali, stop teasing him."

Alvin's robe was also torn into fluttering battle flags by the energy flow.

The Miracle Priest stared at the orc's hunched back and recalled the scene when he saw him in the game before - this nine-foot-tall half-blood giant not only possessed great power, but was also a powerful summoner.

The bear named Misha, the wild boar, and the war eagle are all his pets.

But I haven’t seen the wild boar and the war eagle yet. I wonder if they are hiding somewhere.

When Alvin invited the Beastmaster to join him, Rexxar was surprised at first, but he quickly agreed.

Alvin then took the opportunity to ask about Rexxar's past.

Since there was nothing to do on the road, Rexxar opened up and told his story.

-

"Grom, if our goal is just to find a piece of land to survive, then why don't we find a deserted place in this world and start over? What is the purpose of our fighting?"

The bonfire in front of the Warsong clan tent tore the projections of Rexxar and Grom Hellscream into two twisted monsters.

Hearing his lieutenant's question, Hellscream's breath was thick with blood foam: "Honor must be demonstrated with the skulls of our enemies! We want land, but we will obtain it through war!"

"I don't understand, Grom. I thought we were just fighting for a piece of land to live on! But now we are just fighting a war without any purpose!"

Rexxar did not retreat in front of the powerful Grom, but angrily crushed the ceramic cup in his hand.

When the pottery shard pierced his palm, he suddenly realized that his blood might not be the same as that of these nominal compatriots.

"What we need is land, not mountains of blood and corpses!"

Rexxar looked Grom in the eyes and said solemnly.

The roars of the orcs could be heard from all around.

These subordinates of Grom are basically monsters controlled by demons.

"So what do you want to do? Become a deserter? Then go farming? Or go hunting?"

Grom laughed and mocked Rexxar, and the orcs around him also burst into laughter.

"Maybe this is a good idea, maybe we are just not meant to be together."

Rexxar said this lightly, but the voice was surprisingly clear to every orc's ears.

"He's an ogre bastard! Hahaha!"

An orc nearby suddenly shouted,

"He's not a purebred orc at all. I've known for a long time that this guy is not on the same page with us!"

"Lexa, I hope you know what you are talking about. This is not a joke."

Grom's face fell, and his mouth, which was stretched open by his fangs, twitched wildly, as if he was on the verge of a rage.

"You know me, I never joke."

Rexxar smiled and raised his twin axes...

When dawn pierced the morning mist, Rexxar's fangs were caked with the blood of a dozen former comrades.

Hellscream looked at the warriors he had knocked down and Rexxar who was kneeling on the ground half dead.

He knew that even in desperate situation, this guy did not kill the orcs who besieged him, but just knocked them down.

Grom was furious, his eyes dancing with anger sparks as he roared: "Go back to being a farmer, bastard. But remember -"

He slammed his battle axe into the bloody earth,

“When the world burns, no one is immune!”

-

“So this is the truth behind your leaving the tribe?”

Alvin's voice trembled a little. He didn't expect Rexxar's story to be so thrilling.

"Just like they said, I am indeed not a pure-blooded orc."

Rexxar suddenly tore off the animal hide shoulder guard, and the ogre's unique gray-brown keratin layer formed a hideous bulge on his left shoulder.

Misha moaned uneasily, her rough tongue licking her master's trembling wrist repeatedly.

"When Grom said 'true orcs,' his battle axe cast a shadow on the left side of my face in the moonlight. That's when I finally understood that no matter how brave I was in the Horde, in their eyes, I was still not one of them."

Alvin also touched Misha's fur.

"You did the right thing, Mr. Rexxar."

At this moment, Akali Tasha, who was struggling to move forward under the sky ravaged by the void storm, suddenly said, "Brother Alvin, there is a strange thing ahead!"

Everyone immediately looked forward.

Under the dragon's wings, the shattered continental plates of Draenor were like parchment torn by children, and purple lightning wove a web of death in the cracks in space.

And in the center of the eye of the storm, above the central floating island that defies the laws of physics, there is a light pink translucent energy barrier.

Compared to the red barren sand outside, the inside of this barrier is filled with shady green trees, flowers, roads, and even tall houses!

Everything is out of tune with the appearance of this continent, it is like a crystal scab formed on the wound of the continent.

"That's the Star Consortium's trading post."

Rexxar suddenly said,

"These strange-looking guys suddenly appeared here a few days ago. They were wrapped in bandages. I don't know where they came from."

Star Consortium?

Bandage man?

Could it be a ghost?

How did they get here so quickly?

Alvin thought, even the towns have been built, could these guys also be targeting those spaceships?

"What are these guys doing here?"

"Who knows? A few days ago, they went to Goldrond... oh, it should be called Blade's Edge Mountains now. They traded with the local ogres, buying everything: livestock, hides, food, and people. I don't think these guys are good people..."

As Rexxar spoke, Akalitrassa had already begun to fold her wings and began to spiral down.

"What's this for? Are you going to look for them?"

"Since I'm here, of course I have to pay him a visit," Alvin said.