Chapter 56: Meeting (Page 1/1)

Dreadnought Fortress, Lone Raven Ridge, Fort Utgard, Camp Snow, Grizzly Hills, ...... The closer she got to the Alliance's forces, the more Valilla heard about Ares. Ember Bringer, Grand Lord of Lordaeron, Supreme Commander of the Silver Northern Crusade, Head of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Necromesis...... Valera was upset, she knew how much glory Ares had achieved today, and how much she had to pay along the way...... This is almost the history of Lordaeron's blood and tears.

Clenching his weapon, the elven assassin continued on his way. She must catch up with the Alliance forces before they leave the Dragonbone Wilderness. Along the way, a steady stream of wounded were brought back from the front lines, and from the descriptions of these people, Valera could get a glimpse of the fighting that had taken place on the continent over the past few months.

Artillery fire was flying, flesh and blood were blurred, and countless Alliance soldiers fought bloodily to advance the front to this point. At the same time, the resistance of the undead continues. The Lich King's minions, the Viku, have been wiped out, but the massive Nibru Zerg are still alive and well, and these giant undead spiders are still moving back and forth beneath the continent's rock formations and ice caps, like ghosts, and you never know where they will be in the next moment. Or maybe it bursts out of the ground just below the camp where you sleep, stabbing your eyes and gutting your guts......

At the same time, the news of the alliance's successive successes also lifted Valeera's spirits. In the middle of summer's drizzle, Valeera and her fellow adventurers fell asleep in the carriage......

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"Great lord, there is an elf outside the tent, she said that she knows you, and she must look for you."

In the camp of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, the rain soaked the muddy ground, and while Ares was studying the tactical route with his officers, the guards broke into the tent with a helpless face and reported the situation outside the tent.

"Elves? Who? Name? ”

Ares turned around and asked with a blank face.

"I don't know, she doesn't say it, she just says that you will know when you see it."

The guards reported.

"Okay, let her wait a moment, and I'll see her when I'm done discussing it with the generals."

Ares absentmindedly returned.

"Then I let her wait outside the camp?"

"Hmm."

Ares didn't reply, and replied habitually.

"We should have enough timber ready, the climate is even colder than here, and at this rate, we are likely to spend a long winter at Dongyong Lake. Trust me, heating is the number one priority. ”

Brigitte said.

……

After ten minutes, the discussion came to a conclusion, and Ares and Bridget decided to have some of the recruits collect wood and various strategic materials, including berries, which were so treasured in Northrend. It can only be harvested during this short summer season.

As he walked out of the tent, Ares had almost forgotten what the guards had just reported, until he saw the elf sitting on a stone not far from the tent. The back was so familiar that Ares could barely remember where he had seen it. Until Valeera got up and turned around......

In an instant, all the memories flooded into my mind...... That face, that figure...... So familiar, how could he forget ...... "Valeera......" Ares almost lost his voice and called out her name. This sight is like a world away; This is still a thousand years away......

As far back as I can remember, the last time I saw Valilla was on the Hellfire Peninsula, when she was mortally injured and was carried back to Stormwind to recuperate. The mage said that she had been hit by a strong magical power, and the chances of surviving were slim, let alone awakening. But that's how unpredictable things turned out. A few years later, Valeera, who had been recuperating in Stormwind, reawakened. Moreover, she looked so intact that the passage of time could not find a trace in her. The injuries she had suffered in the past seemed to be healed at this moment. Her skin is so delicate and perfect. Just like Ares when he first met her - clean and elegant.

"Are you okay?"

The two paused for a long time before Ares spat out a simple greeting from his dry mouth.

In a word, but how much emotion is condensed.

It's just that Valera can't control it, her heart has already been surging, and it took a whole year for her to finally think of Ares. And now, this man is standing in front of him. Ignoring the strange stares of the people around her, Valera trotted forward, a move that startled the Alliance guards who were tasked with protecting Ares. However, in the next second, their worries became unnecessary. Valeera hugged Ares by the neck like a little girl and wept bitterly.

Tears mixed with snot wet Ares' chest.

For a moment, they seemed to go back to where they started, to that quiet night in Lakeside Town. It's just that the cold wind of Northrend reminds Ares that it is in the past, that it is the past that cannot be returned. Now, he is the Grand Master of the Order and the husband of Sylvanas. Yes, it's myself sorry Valeera. But how was he going to explain it all to her?

Ares felt tormented inside. On the one hand, he seems to be still in love with Valeera, and seeing her crying in his arms, she must still love herself. But, Sylvanas...... Himself and Windranger have been married, how many times have they been combined, and Sylvanas almost got pregnant...... You can't ...... yourself Complex and contradictory thoughts swirled in Ares' mind. He took Valeera's shoulders and lowered the ...... I couldn't bear to see her crying, so I picked it up and put it down......

Until Valera took the initiative to look up from Ares' chest.

"I've been looking for you for a long time......"

She whispered.

"Hmmm......"

Ares replied in a blank voice. The sunset lengthened the figures of the two, but this picture seemed a little bleak......

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"Ares, that scum!"

Inside the red tent, Sylvanas roared angrily.

"What's wrong? Who annoyed our Windrangers? ”

Magister Romans, accustomed to Sylvanas' madness, asked jokingly.

"Ares!"

"How did your husband you off?"

"He's not my husband, I don't have such a disgusting husband!"

Sylvanas said angrily. She said as she began to pack her bags.

"Isn't it? Tell me, what happened? Windranger, are you preparing for a long journey? ”

Seeing Sylvanas' indignant look, Romans realized that Windranger had really had a conflict with Ares.

"He carried me behind my back and was intimate with other women. In Quel'Salas's dictionary, the most disgusting thing is betrayal! ”

Sylvanas returned angrily.

"And that kind of thing?"

"I saw it with my own eyes."

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"I told you a long time ago that human beings are not a good thing, they are greedy, lustful, and have a very short lifespan, not only do they have a voluntainable position, but they are also easily seduced by all kinds of evil forces."

Before Romance could finish speaking, Sylvanas packed his bags.

"If he comes to me, tell him that the Windranger has gone on a long journey alone, and that the Blood Elves hate the betrayer the most."

She said.

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