"Don't blame him, King Jean is such a man, he is a maverick, he is straightforward, and he will speak out when he sees any grievances, so he has offended many people in the alliance, but in essence, he is not a villain."

At night, in a cottage by the sea in Twilight Harbor, Gianna walked in and whispered comfort.

She was still wearing the mage's robes she wore during the day, but after being dried, she looked much more refreshing, no longer as wet and embarrassed as she had been when she had been on the road a few days ago.

"Are you talking about that incident that happened this afternoon? Don't worry, I won't care about that. It is common to be questioned and doubted, especially before we have achieved any real merit and glory. When people judge a person for the first time, they always measure it by their appearance, and this is understandable, and we are the same. Don't worry, I've heard a lot more than these ugly words over the years, and if I had cared about it every time, I would have had a nervous breakdown. The key is not to turn this contempt and contempt into resentment and hatred. Then, one day, we will be controlled by our own demons. As for proving Jean wrong, it's easy, in the next battle, we fight side by side, and he'll see the strength of the Ashbringer - that's not just a legend. ”

Ares replied with a smile as Gianna looked at her concerningly. This made Gianna feel a little embarrassed, she looked down on this person, the person chosen by the Ash Messenger, how big his heart should be, she should have guessed a long time ago.

The moonlight outside the window was soft, Gianna suddenly felt a little embarrassed, originally she came here and prepared a lot of comforting words, but she didn't expect to be dismissed by Ares in a few words...... Now, I just came, and I'm embarrassed to leave right away. I had to sit on the chair and look awkwardly at the white moon in the sky outside the window.

"Would you like a drink?"

Ares also noticed this awkward atmosphere, walked to the bar, held a shot glass and asked.

"A little."

Gianna replied softly with a smile on her lips.

She took the wine glass handed by Ares and took a light sip, but she was choked by the strong alcohol and coughed, stuck out her tongue, and desperately stirred her palms to dissipate heat. This can't help but make Ares feel a little cute, the serious and calm archmage is a respected leader on the outside, but in private, he is like a little girl, retaining a girlish demeanor and movements......

Ares patted her on the back with his hand, and it took a while for Gianna to recover.

"What kind of wine is this?"

"Dwarven spirits, a very strong liquor, drank like a fight in your throat, and the burning sensation of the flames burned from your mouth to your stomach, making your entire esophagus seem to burn. In this cold weather, it is best to drink this. ”

Ares returned with a smile.

"Then you didn't say it earlier......"

Gianna pursed her lips and asked dissatisfiedly.

"You didn't ask......"

"Okay......"

Gianna looked aggrieved......

"By the way, Ares, why did you say that just the two of us were enough when King Jean asked you how many men you would bring into battle today? Are you really not going to let your men take part in the Siege of Gilneth as well? ”

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Gianna quickly started talking, and she asked about the afternoon meeting.

"Yes, I'm not going to let them participate."

"Why?"

"Gilneth is under the curse of werewolves, and what we will deal with next is not an ordinary army, but a fierce and brutal werewolf army. Their strength is far stronger than that of ordinary humans, Drumm and Herrod, there is no point in going to fight with us, they will only drag us down in battle, any werewolf is enough to bite them to death. Special weapons and spells must be used to defeat these beasts. Just like us, I have the Ember Bringer, and you, can unleash powerful spells. In this way, we will have the possibility of fighting and winning. Ordinary soldiers, rushing forward, unless they are superior in numbers, will only become food for the werewolves, or become one of them. King Jean has enough archers to compensate for the physical shortcomings of the melee warriors, so I don't want my men to take the risk. ”

Looking into Gianna's inquisitive eyes, Ares explained slowly.

"What a good lord."

Gianna narrowed her eyes and gave Ares a charming smile, though Ares didn't know if she was saying it in praise or sarcasm......

The drizzle was still falling outside the window, and wisps of white mist rose from the wine glasses. I don't know how long we talked in such an atmosphere, until Gianna fell asleep on the table in a groggy state. Fearing that the icy rain outside would wet Gianna, Ares carried her to the second floor instead of carrying her to the quarters, where she lay down on her bed and covered her with a quilt.

The drunken Gianna's cheeks were flushed, and the neckline on the robe was slightly loosened, revealing the sexy collarbone...... Unable to do so, he gritted his teeth, and Ares went downstairs alone, lying on a long wooden chair, grabbing a blanket, covering himself, and listening to the sound of the rain gradually falling asleep.

When I woke up again, it was the middle of the night, and I heard a hysterical shout upstairs from the room where Gianna had just slept.

"Gianna?"

Without even thinking about it, Ares grabbed the Ember Bringer and hurried upstairs. But when he broke through the door, he didn't see any beasts, no undead zombies, nothing......

I saw Gianna on the bed with messy hair and a pained expression. She grabbed her hair and curled it up in the corner like a kitten, crying slightly.

The sight in front of him made Ares a little confused...... This time, if you sue me for insulting you, my brother won't be able to wash it even if he jumps into the endless sea.

Fortunately, Gianna didn't say anything, and there was no hostility, she just sat on the bed curled up, looking haggard and secretly hurting herself.

"Nightmare?"

Looking at Gianna, who was curled up at the head of the bed, Ares walked over step by step and asked with concern.

"I'm dreaming of him again."

Gianna looked up, a few tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes.

"Who? Who did you dream of again? ”

In the soft moonlight, Ares sat down next to Gianna and asked softly.

"Alsace...... I dreamed of him becoming a Death Knight, with white hair and a bloodless face, and I could hardly find any trace of him except for his silhouette and face as the former Prince of Lordaeron. He wields the great magic sword, Frost Sorrow. It was it that pierced the heart of my mentor Antonidas. Dalaran is falling, and everywhere there are the cries of the people, and everywhere are the minions of the Scourge Legion, which are tearing at the civilians and sweeping through the streets like a torrent......"

Holding her legs, Gianna said bitterly.