The silent arsenal of weapons, with a faint light pouring in, reflected Ares's knife-like face. The servants were carefully dressing their lords in armor, from gloves and breastplates, from shoulder pads to capes, from belts to shin guards. Ever since Ares made up his mind to raid the Hellfire Fortress, everything seemed so heavy, this was no ordinary raid battle, and in the eyes of the officers of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, the commander's decision was almost to death.

Glory Castle was still dying under siege from the enemy, and at this time, their commander Ares. Mowglian is going to take a death squad and risk a raid on the Hellfire Fortress, the stronghold of the Orcs. In the eyes of the Alliance fighters, this can be said to be the most risky operation. Because of all the previous battles, the alliance was backed by a strong army, including the attack on the Angela Temple, which was also launched with full preparation. And now, their high lord is so desperate that even Jean and Winlessa can't persuade him. A tragic atmosphere spread among the army. In the light of the setting sun, their great lord seemed so lonely, yet so tall.

"You've really decided?"

At the door of the arsenal appeared a man, an elf, to be exact. Valeera's figure looked so thin in the light, she was cloaked, but Ares could hear her voice very clearly.

"Hmm."

Without another sensational word, Ares turned around and replied firmly.

Stepping on the cold floor, Valera walked slowly. She stood in front of Ares and took off her cloak, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. The four eyes looked at each other, all of them were reluctant.

She placed her slender hand on Ares' collar and sorted out his clothes, and the paladin must appear in a neat and clean manner, even if the blood-stained robe ends up unrecognizable, his appearance must still be glorious and holy.

In the dim light, Valilla did this, helping Ares sort out the last of her clothes little by little. A faint halo rose from within Ares' armor, like golden smoke, filled with a holy aura. Valilla couldn't help but reach out and touch Ares's glittering silver shoulder armor, which was Lordaeron's twin eagle insignia and the spirit of the paladin. Lordaeron, the place where the first paladins of mankind were born, is also the spiritual home of paladins.

The tender scene made Ares can't help but hold Valeera's gentle and slender arms, stroking back and forth on the elf's arms, and a kind of warmth that transcends ambiguity is silently generated between the two.

Gradually, Ares' hands fell on Valeera's face, lips, neck, collarbone, chest...... Valera stood quietly, she looked at Ares, her eyes were full of love, this is a kind of sympathetic love, how similar their experiences are, never the crown prince or the heir of the Grand Duke with a halo, but a figure who struggles from ordinary people. It took a hundred times more hardship than others to achieve today's achievements.

Under Valeera's gentle gaze, Ares once again pulled her roughly into his arms, a pair of powerful hands holding the slender waist of the Blood Elf Assassin. The stubble-covered mouth didn't even bother to kiss each other's lips, but went straight to the fullest part of the chest. Rough and forceful...... The servants around him immediately walked away in understanding. In the entire arsenal, the figures of the two kissing each other are like silhouettes in the sunset, and finally merge together......

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The next day, when the first rays of the morning sun shone into the castle, Ares and three hundred elite soldiers of the expeditionary force stood in front of the gates of Fort Glory. In the castle, the farewell crowd stood on both sides of Victory Boulevard, casting reverent glances at their high lord. He wasn't the most powerful paladin, but he was definitely the most valiant.

In the procession, Winlessa and Valera flanked Ares, and they finally chose to go on an adventure with this madman, even if they failed, the Alliance's hopes would not be disappointed, and King Jean of the Kingdom of Gilneth would sit in Fort Glory for them, waiting for the arrival of Alliance reinforcements.

"Brother, you are the pride of the Alliance."

The gates of Fort Glory were about to open, and Jean walked up and hugged Ares with a serious and heavy look. Their armor collided with each other with a sonorous sound. This is the friendship between soldiers, a tacit understanding of bloody battles and deaths. Like the tacit understanding between him and Varian.

With a long roar, the Snow Eagle swept over the coalition forces, and as the castle gates opened, the elite squad selected from the expeditionary force embarked on a perilous path to raid the Hellfire Fortress.

Two days later, in order to attract the attention of the main orc force and cover Ares' raid on the Hellfire Fortress, Jean ordered the orcs to be moved out of the city, cut off their heads, and hung them under the castle tower to provoke the evil orcs. to assist in Ares' decapitation plan.

Sure enough, a large number of orc warriors could not stand the humiliation of their kind by human soldiers, and frantically attacked the walls of Glory Castle. Outside the castle, it was once again besieged by a massive orc army.

The orc warriors roared and rushed up to the tower, removing the heads of their companions and transporting them back to base. Although the outland orcs who drank the blood of demons became manic, the honor in their bones still made them unwilling to be humiliated, and they had a bright and clean demeanor that could not be killed.

However, the Coalition forces and Jean are waiting for this moment, taking advantage of their opponents' emphasis on honor and disgrace to hold them back and kill them.

"Brothers, hold on! The walls of Fort Glory are our strongest line of defense, and Glory is with us! ”

Standing on the tower, Jean yelled. The soldiers of the expeditionary force fought bloodily at the forefront again, cans of fuel and asphalt were poured down from the towers, and the besieging orc infantry were poured into black clay men, as the mages ignited the oil, surrounding the walls of the Glory Castle, instantly turned into a sea of fire, hundreds of orc warriors let out a painful wail, their red skin was ignited, and before they had time to take off their armor, they turned into fire men, scurrying and rolling on the red earth.

The orc warriors who had not yet been completely burned were shot by the Alliance archers on the walls.

"Union Dog! There's a kind of down and **heads-up! ”

Outside the city, the angry orc warriors roared, however, on the city walls, Jean and the archers of the alliance looked coldly at the blackened orcs, and their faces were so cold that there was no expression on their faces. They drew their bows and arrows, aiming them once again at the roaring orc veterans outside the city......

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Under the Hellfire Fortress, Ares and three hundred expeditionary soldiers looked at this towering orc castle, their hearts were fierce but heavy, they didn't know where the demon that continued to pollute the orcs was, and they didn't know where the orc leader who sat in the Hellfire fortress was, only that in this magnificent castle, there was an absolutely secret dungeon, and groups of evil bloodthirsty orcs were being created to serve the Burning Legion......