After many years, the Scarlet Crusaders and the Silver Dawn finally merged again to become the Knights of the Silver Hand. And Ares became the head of the Knights without any suspense. The original paladins of the five knights probably never dreamed that many years later, the knights of the Silver Hand were rebuilt, the spirit of the knights endured, and the last glory of Lordaeron was inherited and carried forward in the hands of this young paladin.

"The Valley of the Hearth, Ares, the land around the Valley of the Hearths has been purified, and it can feed at least 50,000 people there. Moreover, the mines were deepened, and the iron produced from them was enough to arm an entire army. ”

At the Chapel of the Light's Wishes, Whitemane spoke to Ares about what had happened in the North over the years. The Valley of the Hearth grew beyond Ares' expectations, and the Scarlet Monastery was almost deserted...... There are so many differences in this world, and Ares suddenly feels that the history he knows may be useless in the future.

"In addition, the Hammer Dwarves have sent reinforcements to help us sweep away the undead in our territory. The spirits of the dead have diminished considerably in these two years, and thanks to the Light, we seem to see hope, especially after your return. ”

Whitemane said, staring at Ares with a strange look. This priest girl knows her feelings for Ares, and it should be said that since she left the Scarlet Monastery for the first time five years ago and formed a new alliance, the seeds of affection in Whitemayne's heart have been planted, but at that time she had Gianna. As for now, it is also impossible, everything is a fateful miss.

"We still can't take it lightly, the real challenge hasn't started yet."

Looking at Whitemane's excited little face, Ares replied calmly.

"Why do you say that?"

It's just that Whitemane obviously didn't understand what Ares said.

"You'll find out next."

Ares took a sip of water and replied blandly.

"Okay."

"By the way, Ares, there's one more thing that you might be upset about, but I still have to tell you."

Whitemane said suddenly.

"What's the matter?"

Ares' expression became serious.

"Do you remember the Forsaken we met when we went deep into the Psychic Academy together?"

Whitemayne said.

"Well, I remember."

Ares suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart.

"After you're gone, we'll continue to sweep away the forces of the Scourge undead, but many warriors will be confused between the Forsaken and the Scourge Legion...... Sometimes even I can't tell them apart...... So you know that......"

"You mean, the Crusaders have gone after the Forsaken?"

Ares asked.

"Yes...... Indiscriminate slaughter ......"

Whitemane sighed.

After saying that, Ares felt a chill in his heart. The Forsaken are eventually abandoned by humans, and it is impossible for normal people to live peacefully with these undead. Whether out of anger or out of fear, they will go after the Forsaken. Just like their name - the Forsaken. They are the forgotten people of this world, and when people see them, they will only kill them, regardless of whether their hearts are good or not, whether they were once part of the human race, or even once comrades-in-arms, relatives, lovers of the Crusaders...... As long as they become undead, humanity will not stop slaughtering them...... That's the reality.

"Stop the Knights' massacre of the Forsaken now!"

Ares took the case. Even if it's too late.

"It's too late, Ares......"

Whitemane groaned.

"Where are most of the Forsaken concentrated now?"

Ares asked, a mixture of tastes. Anyway, without the antidote developed by the Forsaken, the Scarlet Monastery may have been wiped out by the plague of natural disasters. There will be no later Ash Judges.

"Death Knell."

Whitemane replied.

"I have to meet them."

Ares sighed.

"That's too dangerous."

Whitemane immediately objected.

"None of the things I do are safe."

Looking at Whitemayne's worried expression, Ares replied with a faint smile.

"But ......"

"Nothing, Prosecutor, now, help me get ready."

Whitemayne wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ares domineeringly.

"I'm sorry for you."

Whitemane was still unwilling, and Ares reached out and touched her face, speaking softly. This scene happened to be seen by the big warrior Herold, who broke in in a daze.

"Oh...... Forehead...... Not...... I didn't see anything. ”

It's just that this kid's head is spinning quite fast.

……

On the way to Deathknell, a group of people traveled lightly, and only then did Ares have time to see the current situation of the entire continent of Lordaeron. Compared to when I left, it was indeed purified, whether it was soil, water or air. It's just that it's still a long way to go back to the way it was before, a long way off. It took two years for the Scourge to contaminate the entire continent, and it would take at least twenty years to restore it to its previous state......

Mushroom-clouded trees still dot the Eastern Plaguelands, the Sodoril River still flows filthy, and Gallon's farm is still rotten and filthy. The only good thing is that the hearth valley is much cleaner and fresher. In honor of its original owner, a tall tower was erected in the middle of the town, named "Tower of Tyran".

Looking at the towering white stone tower, Ares seemed to see young Tyran. Foding was standing in front of him, wielding his silver hammer, fighting like a true warrior, like his father...... said that he had just come to this world, and it was Tyran who received him. can also be regarded as the second comrade-in-arms in addition to Drum. It's just that it's all over, and in the past few years, things have turned upside down.

A few days later, the group arrived at Brill and found that it was empty, with basically nothing left but the house. With memory, Ares and Drumm opened the door to the basement, and inside, there was nothing but dense cobwebs.

Further north, the news grew more and more wrong until Ares and Drum saw the Horde's ships with their own eyes......

"There's no need to go any further."

Standing on the shore, Ares let out a sigh.

"Why?"

The people around him asked in surprise. They were amazed at Ares' painstaking efforts to find the Forsaken, and now, with Deathknell at hand, he was unable to move forward.

"We're a step late. The Horde has accepted their new ally. ”

Ares said heavily.