"Don't get up, you need to rest."

Sunlight poured in through the window, and when Ares woke up, Sylvanas was sitting on the edge of the bed, whispering softly.

It was a small cottage, with very fine furnishings and utensils, gorgeous and neat, and it was a palatial treat compared to the dwellings in the Hand of Tyre.

Ares was in some pain, after all, it was not so easy to recover from the trauma of the Dark Rune Sword, even if the elve's medical skills were superb, it would take a period of recuperation and rest.

But Ares is too curious about this world, especially those magics, he has been in Azeroth for so long, and he has not seen real magic, and in the past, in the hands of Tyr, there were not many magicians in human society, and some of them were all studying in Dalaran. Now that Quel'Salas, the home of magic, is at hand, Ares is reluctant to miss this opportunity.

"Oh, thank you, Lady Sylvanas, but I think I'm pretty much recovered, I mean, at least I can walk on my own, you see, the weather outside the window is so good, it's a bit of a waste of a sunny day not to go out for a walk."

Ares said, pointing to the crimson sky outside the window, but his gaze unconsciously remained on the two towering peaks of Mount Hyjal on Sylvanas' chest...... Because he was indoors, Sylvanas didn't wear a cape, only a light shirt, but even the shirt was like a human bikini, and a snow-white patch was exposed on his chest.

It was simply a perfect curve, from the calf to the neck, there was no trace of fat on the body of the elven ranger in front of him, the slender waist gave people an illusion, as if she could hold it with a pair of hands, her arms were slender, but full of muscles, and her wheat-colored skin was delicate and soft, for Ares, this was simply the masterpiece of the creator. Seeing Sylvanas, there is no woman left in the world......

"Going out for a walk? Where are you going? You must know that not everyone in Silvermoon City welcomes you. The covenant between the elves and the humans has long been broken, many of my people are hostile to humans, even if there is no hostility, there is no good feeling, you can heal here because of your special status, you yourself are a paladin, fighting against the Scourge Legion, your father is a veteran of the Silver Hand Knights, he once saved my people in the second orc war, therefore, the council decided to leave you behind and use the energy of the sunwell to heal you, but Lord Ares, you must be clear that you are a human after all, in Silvermoon CityHumans are not welcome. ”

Seeing Ares' restless eyes, Sylvanas spoke, standing up with his chest up, lest the young man in front of him stare where he shouldn't.

"If you don't welcome it, you don't welcome it, I just want to go out and feel the warm sunshine here, Lady Sylvanas, you know, how long has it been since I fought the undead in the plaguelands and there is fresh air. With the captain of the Silvermoon City Ranger by my side, I thought, no one would dare to do anything to me, right? ”

Feeling that his mind was being seen through, Ares retracted his gaze in embarrassment and looked around. At the same time, he continued to plead.

"Okay, you change your clothes and wait for me downstairs."

Unable to withstand Ares's soft grinding, Sylvanas agreed to Ares' request.

Looking at Sylvanas's graceful figure and back slowly walking down the stairs, Ares was really full of happiness for a moment, Silvermoon City, I'm here, Blood Elf Sister, I'm here! If I knew this, I would have come here by pretending to be dead......

As soon as he went downstairs, Ares opened his eyes, and there was an old man sitting in the hall, fiddling with a compass-like thing in his hand, while the broom in the hall was sweeping by himself, and the old man waved his hand from time to time, and the broom stopped sweeping and flew into the corner to return to its own place. This paranormal phenomenon surprised Ares.

"Let's go."

By this time, Sylvanas had already dressed for the trip and walked to the hall.

"Who is he?"

Ares asked curiously.

"Oh, you said the one sitting on the bench studying the astrolabe, right? He was my steward and my father's steward. We sisters have a lot of respect for him. Call him Uncle Michael. ”

A housekeeper...... Also uses magic...... Ariston was a little speechless......

The high walls of the white villa, the round mage school, the transparent central garden, the bustling crowd on the street, everyone, it should be said that every elf, was very clean and neat, their faces seemed to stay in their twenties and thirties, and their bodies were perfect, whether they were men or women.

Some magically pulled vehicles drive through the streets, and you can't even see the owner and livestock driving them, as if the whole boxcar was moving on its own. At the corner of each street, you can see one or two unknown trees, vigorous and tall, with yellow leaves, and colorful falling flowers. Everything is so beautiful that it is so unreal.

Along the way, Ares tried to be polite, smiling at every elf he passed by, but those elves usually gave him a strange look. Especially when they saw Sylvanas by their side, some of the male High Elves cast angry and disdainful glances.

However, whenever this happens, Ares always pretends not to see it and continues to walk with Sylvanas, talking and laughing.

"See that pool over there?"

As she spoke, Sylvanas pointed to a pool of clear water not far away.

"Hmm."

"Guess what that does?"

Windranger said with a smile.

"I guess it's the Trevi Fountain, or some kind of magic pool that rejuvenates you."

Ares wanted to say that it was a pool for washing his face, but it was too vulgar to think that kind of answer, and since he came to such an elegant-looking place, he had to pretend to be deeper.

"Hehe, you humans are fun, think of some place for the Wishing Fountain, let me tell you, Ares, it's a fire-extinguishing pool."

"Flame-out pool?"

Ares asked curiously.

"Yes, do you see the Mage Academy next to it?"

"Hmm."

"That's the Flame Law Academy, and there are students who learn Flame Spells, and there are often students who set fire to their hair or clothes because of the wrong spell or other mistakes, and there are many such phenomena, so the teachers of the Mage Academy dug a small pond outside the Academy, and those students who accidentally ignited themselves while practicing spells could jump in and extinguish the flames on their heads."

Sylvanas said as she saw a student of Queldore screaming and rushing towards the spring, red flames burning above his head. This scene caused Ares and Sylvanas to laugh.

Wandering through the streets of Silvermoon City, Ares sees too many new things. A young elf mage was playing with an arcane floating dragon in her shop, only to see her first ** the back of the floating dragon to make it quiet and docile, and then, while the little floating dragon was quietly asleep, the young mage twitched the energy in the floating dragon's body vigorously, and a blue light came, and the arcane floating dragon instantly became transparent, and then turned into a mass of energy, which gathered in the mage's hands.

"Will it die?"

Ares asked curiously.

"No, it's just the transfer of arcane energy from one form to another."

After Sylvanas finished speaking, she saw that the elven mage chanted the spell again, gradually releasing the energy in her hand, and gradually, the blue arcane floating dragon appeared in her hand again! Then, as if dissatisfied with being played, the little dragon made a loud voice to express his dissatisfaction.