The Western Plague Lands, on the shores of Lake Daron Mill.

When Ares set foot on the shores of Lake Dharon Mill with his scarred assault team, the High Lord Tirio. Foding was already waiting on the shore with a large group of men.

It turned out that Tirio, who couldn't worry about his son, had set off from the Valley of the Hearth a few days earlier and rushed to Lake Daron Mill, originally planning to personally lead the troops into Fort Keldalron, and when he was about to board the ship, he saw Ares and Tyran, as well as Gianna, and a dozen warriors and paladins of the Silver Dawn and Ash Inquisition.

It's just that when I went in, there were more than 20 people, but at this moment, I only saw 12 people.

Needless to say, Tirio also knew what was going on inside that shadowy underground academy. The warriors of Silver Dawn hurriedly helped their comrades who had just come ashore, handing clean water and bread to these tired warriors. Drumm took the kettle and poured it into his face frantically, he wanted to wash the stains on his face these days, which were the blood of the undead zombies, black and stinky.

"Ares, before, I didn't understand why so many people were willing to follow you unconditionally, but during this time with you, I know why they chose you."

After going ashore, Tirio hugged Ares despite the mess, and the trust and appreciation were palpable.

"Father."

Tyran stepped up and hugged his father. It was a great raid altogether, although during the raid thirteen warriors and knights remained there forever. And they, like all the soldiers who died in the war of the natural calamity, do not even have tombstones, and their bodies are nowhere to be found.

The cold wind swept across the lake in early winter, making a bleak whistling sound, as if telling this sad song.

"What's next, Ares."

Tirio walked over and asked calmly.

"I want to see Uther......"

Faced with Tirio's concerned question, Ares said seriously.

"Uther? He's dead. ”

"Well, I mean—Uther's Tomb."

Ares said, looking at the snow-capped mountains at the end of his sight. If you're not mistaken, Uther's tomb is just southwest of Lake Daron Mill, at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

After Ares finished speaking, everyone cast reverent glances. It seems that their commander was not only a brave warrior, but also a devout paladin. Everyone knows that Uther, the Lightbringer, is the greatest paladin in the history of Lordaeron, and there is no one. He participated in the most brutal orc wars, was a proud student of Fao, the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and said back then - we defend glory with blood, I don't know how many people we inspire, one after another, bloody charge. Although Uther was eventually killed by the Death Knight Arthas, his spirit is still celebrated by posterity. Ares' suggestion to visit Uther's tomb is undoubtedly a sign of the paladin's faithfulness, but in fact, Ares is just curious about what the small cemetery in the game looks like in reality......

"Yes, it just so happens that we are not far from there now, the Psychic Academy has been destroyed, the plague is temporarily under control, we can go there together, and I will also go to see my old leader."

Tirio was stunned for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction, and put his hand on Ares' shoulder, a smile on his face. It's like watching a young paladin grow and grow into a true Grand Lord.

Two days later, the Silver Dawn and the Ash Inquisitors, led by Ares and Tirio, arrived at Uther's Tomb, located in the southern part of the Western Plaguelands.

The others were ordered to stand guard outside the mausoleum, with the exception of Tirio, Tyran, and Gianna who accompanied Ares into the massive knight's tomb.

Unlike other mausoleums, although the tomb of Uther is also a mausoleum, but there is no trace of the breath of the undead, it is very solemn and solemn, the two large stone pillars at the door are engraved with the life experience of the head of the Knights, even if no one guards it, but no undead dare to step into this land.

Between the pillar gate and the main mausoleum is an emerald green garden. A faint layer of mist floats above the garden, making it look serene and beautiful.

The cold wind of early winter swept over the trees on both sides of the road, making a rustling sound. Gradually, at the end of the line of sight, a tall white building appeared. A ray of light fell from the sky and spilled onto the dome of the white building. From afar, you can feel the warm breath, dispelling all the cold and loneliness around you.

This reminded Ares of the ruins of Lordaeron, the huge white royal city, which also lay quietly in its once glorious land.

Walking through the long hallway, a white marble staircase appeared in front of you...... There are hundreds of tall steps before you step into the main hall. Stone pillars rise from the ground, supporting the huge blue-white roof. Ares stared intently, there was no such sight in the game. It was a simple rectangular building, not to mention a garden, not even steps. Here, on the other hand, it is surprisingly large, and it takes ten minutes to walk from the entrance to the lobby of the main building.

Entering the hall, the paladin statue that was too familiar to be seen came into view. It was ten meters high, and the tall stone pier was more than half a man high, and a golden light shrouded Uther's statue, illuminating the great paladin's figure so brightly.

With a hammer in his hand, he looked into the distance—Andorhar, where he had died in battle, and where he had witnessed the fallen prince become a servant of darkness. Arthas, his proudest student, finally lifted the Frost Grief and stabbed him in the heart. The Lordaeron Alliance, the goal he fought for all his life, and in the end, it withered. The plague and the undead were all over the ground, and I wondered how Uther would feel if she were still alive and saw this scene in front of her.

"Uther, Lightbringer."

Feeling the light surging around him, Ares walked to the front of the statue, half-knelt down, and prayed silently. Closing your eyes and meditating is one of the homework that paladins must do in World of Warcraft, and Ares has rarely done this since he came to this world. Now, even if it's a kind of compensation for his past years.

Gianna, on the other hand, walked silently out of the hall, looking at the green garden and the thin clouds that kept flowing, and her heart was full of melancholy......