"No, no, no! Don't kill me...... Don't ......"

In the night, there was a scream, and Valeera was seen getting up from the straw pile sweating profusely, apparently awakened by a nightmare.

Looking around, everyone else fell asleep, except for Ares who was still sitting by the campfire, roasting the fire, with a deep and melancholy expression.

Seeing Valeera panting and being pleasantly surprised by the nightmare, Ares smiled and tiptoed over with a wine bottle. For fear of waking up others.

"Nightmares again?"

Looking at Valeera's forehead covered with beads of sweat, Ares asked with concern.

"Hmmm......"

"What did you dream about?"

"In the dream, I went back to my childhood, when I stole a shaman's food, a wild boar ham, and was surrounded by a group of orcs. They wanted my life, they laughed wildly, their expressions hideous and twisted, their hands all stained with blood, which seemed to flow on its own, from the bottom up, all over the faces and arms of the orcs. ”

"Sounds terrifying."

Ares said lightly, handing the bottle in his hand to Valeera - "Drink some, you can crush the shock." ”

"Thank you."

She took the bottle and drank it down, reserved and graceful like a man, not a traditional woman.

"It's much better now."

"Do you dream and often repeat a scene?"

Valera asked suddenly.

"Yes, it would. Everyone dreams, and dreaming of the same scene, that is often what you care about the most, or people, or things, or scenes and things. ”

Ares whispered back.

"And what is the scene you often dream about?"

Valera asked. She sat up with her legs folded, like a little girl, staring at the man in front of her with curious eyes.

"A city; The imperial palace, the round dome, the white tall city walls, the boxy city, the dense buildings. And the knights with bright armor...... Anyway, the picture is very fragmentary, and I have never seen it in reality. ”

Ares replied.

"Not Stormwind?"

"No, it's not the same as Stormwind, well, it's not built in the same style."

"Well, I thought you often dreamed of your lover."

Valera said playfully.

"Well, occasionally."

Ares replied with a smile continued.

"Then do you dream of me once in a while?"

Valera said casually. And Ares was used to the nervous questioning that this fellow blood elf often asked.

"Yes, of course, I dreamed that you were locked up in an arena dungeon, shouting Ares, get me out. Get me out. ”

Ares replied with a wicked smile.

"Go...... I'm serious. ”

"I'm serious too."

……

Ares replied with a smile. But I saw Valeera's disdainful gaze - always so nervous, the devil knows which of your words is true and which is false.

"You really don't look like a paladin."

She said suddenly.

"And what am I like?"

"Warriors. You're like a warrior, while Varian is more like a paladin. At least the ghost wolf fights for his kingdom, for his people, and you, for your own woman? ”

Valera "mocked".

"No, no, that's because you don't know me. Do you think I'm doing all this just for Gianna? ”

"Isn't it?"

"Part of it, but more of it, it's for the Union, for Lordaeron. You know, there are still tens of thousands of crusaders waiting for me to return. That's where I end up. ”

Ares said earnestly.

"Well, it looks like there's a lot more you haven't said."

"I'll tell you when I have a chance in the future."

Ares laughed.

"Ugh."

"Sigh for what?"

"It's such an amazing thing to dream, you can not only see the past, sometimes you can even see the future."

Valeera returned. They chatted without a word, and the evening breeze blew, cool, but very comfortable.

"It is said that when people dream, their souls leave the body and wander in another time and space, that is, parallel universes, and everything you dream about may be real. It's just not in our universe. ”

Ares said suddenly. In the next second, Ares could see the bewildered expression of the blood elf girl on the side.

"Parallel universes? What is that? ”

She asked, surprised.

That is, another universe, the same as our universe, in that universe space-time, there may be another identical you, doing the same or different things as you, and the people we can't be together in this space-time may be together in that space-time. In our world, what was originally tragic can be a happy ending, and what was originally beautiful can become a tragedy. ”

After Ares finished speaking, he could see Valeera's stunned expression.

"Oh my God...... What's going on in your head? How could there be such an amazing idea? ”

Valera exclaimed.

"Incredible, isn't it? But the world is full of unknown territory, and everything that seems incredible may be the truth. It's like before I saw magic, I didn't think there could be anything so magical in the world. ”

Ares said with a smile.

"It seems so."

……

The night was as cold as water, sitting on the haystack, Ares and Valera chatted like this, and when they woke up again, Varian and Broll had already begun to prepare their luggage, the wetlands were in the rainy season, and the sky was always overcast. They must hurry up, or the entire wetland plain will be turned into a swamp once the boulder dam upstream is released.

Three weeks later, the team arrived in Dan Morrow.

Standing on top of the snow-capped mountains, looking at the endless stretches of mountains, Ares has a dreamy feeling of being in a different world. When I first came here two years ago, everything was unknown. Two years later, Varian returned, and Gianna grew...... Is it gained or lost?

The return of Ember Bringer and Varian at the same time can be considered the most important day of Ironforge. King Magni even went out to greet him personally. The Copperbeard Dwarves welcomed Varian's return with the highest ceremonies.

Magni believed in Ares and in the person of this paladin. It is believed that the Varian brought back by Ares himself must be the Varian he is familiar with.

With the sound of a trumpet, Ares and Varian passed through the gates of Ironforge. Both Valera and Browl were the first cities to see dwarves, and their eyes were full of surprise as when Ares first entered, how a race of such short stature could build such a magnificent building. The gates of Ironforge alone were enough to amaze Broll and Valilla for a long time. Night Elves and Blood Elves are not short in height, but beneath this gate, they are like two insignificant ants passing through the gates of the Giant Kingdom.