At this moment, the Lich King fell, the world of the Scourge of the Undead collapsed, countless cracks appeared in the Frozen Throne, and a large amount of ice fell from all sides. It slammed into the ground like a blizzard and fell into the abyss.

"Sylvanas, Ronin, Winlessa, Drum...... Quick, we've got to go! ”

Ares shouted. He didn't even have time to glance at the Lich King's crumbling body. It is like a lonely prodigal son, sleeping in the deepest ice of Icecrown. Ares called out to the light, fending off the falling ice. In the next second, a huge piece of solid ice broke off from the ice and smashed into Arthas.

With a loud thud, the ground shattered and fell off, and the Lich King's immortal body fell from the highest platform of the Icecrown Fortress. With his unfinished hatred, they fell together to the deepest part of the Icecrown Glacier.

"We have to get out of here!"

Ares shouted. He reached out his left hand and took Sylvanas's right hand, injecting a portion of the light energy into her, causing Sylvanas to regain some of her strength. But as Ares prepares to rescue the second man, the rift inside the glacier begins to widen.

Ares could barely control his steps, he was the only light on the frozen throne, but the throne was being destroyed. Eventually, a large amount of ice fell like an avalanche.

In front of Ares's eyes, an endless snow-white ...... appeared

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow songs.

The cold winds of winter swept over the coldest corners of Northrend, day after day, year after year. The ruins of the Crusader Proving Ground became a symbol of the Alliance and the Horde fighting alongside each other in that era, and most of the Alliance and Horde warriors returned to Kalimdor and returned to the Eastern Kingdoms. A small number of people remained, and in the war of the century, they had nothing, lost their loved ones, lost their lovers, lost everything. They chose to stay in Northrend, on Icecrown Glacier, to remember their loved ones who died in the war.

In the 37th year of the Dark Gate, the Grand Lord of Lordaeron and the commander of the Alliance, Ares. Mowglian woke up in the early morning sun, surrounded by Windranger and Ronin, the faint sunlight shining on Ares' face, and he felt ...... The warmth of the long-lost ......

"How long have I been asleep?"

Lying in Sylvanas's arms, Ares asked in confusion. Memories were like fragments, slowly patching together, and he remembered the last scene, at the highest point of Icecrown Glacier, he and the soldiers of the Ash Judgment Army, buried by the crumbling ice. The scene in front of him made him suspect that he had reached heaven...... It's just that the temperature on Sylvanas's body tells him that this is not heaven, this is the real world.

"Two years...... You've been asleep for two whole years, dear. ”

Sylvanas said softly. Just like they did when they were in Quel'Thalas.

Ares was a little like a world away, and he wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he couldn't figure it out. But Sylvanas lightly pressed her index finger against his lips and whispered—

"I know what you're concerned about, the world has been turned upside down. Jean was killed in battle, and his son Liam led the remaining Gilneys and joined the Lordaeron League. Anduin is in the south, managing the vast kingdom of Stormwind. My sister Winlessa led my people to revival. As for Theramore, it was the saddest of the entire war, with Gianna sacrificing and Egwene the Guardian assisting Gianna's ministers in taking over the kingdom of Theramore. It is said that she also has a child who can inherit her inheritance, but the origin of the young prince is a mystery......"

"Kid?"

Gianna has a baby? Ares thought of something in his mind.

"How old is that kid?"

Ares then asked.

"At the age of twelve or thirteen, it is said that under Egwene's teaching, she is already proficient in the use of all kinds of magic, although there is still a big gap compared to her mother."

At the age of twelve or thirteen, Ares's mind was tumbling with fragments of memories. Finally, he remembered the story of that year in Kalimdor......

Time changes everything...... Ares sighed silently in his heart.

Two months later, amid countless halos and praises, Ares chose to retire. Take Sylvanas to the hills of Hillsbrad, where the countryside and cottages have become the best place to be.

The purified land is filled with the fragrance of earth. From time to time, old friends come to visit, and Ares also warmly welcomes them.

The world has changed, and Wrath of the Lich King, which was supposed to end in two years, has lasted for a full decade. Where Deathwing is, Ares doesn't know, but from some legends, Arthas once planned to unite with the Black Dragon, but in the end, for some reason, it didn't happen. As for the reason, Ares does not know. There is no need to know, life is short, live in the moment. In two years, he was a little older. He has become a middle-aged uncle, and now standing next to Sylvanas, he already looks very twisted and unsuitable.

But that's what all the slings want...... In middle age, there are young girls with me...... Although Sylvanas is not really young anymore. She was already older than Ares......

As the sun sets, Lordaeron falls asleep in the distance, and Ares falls asleep with his lover in his arms. Azeroth's life was originally a dream.

At dawn, in one of the towers of the Lordaeron Mage District, a young human warlock is conducting secret research.

In the faint light of the fire, he excitedly flipped through the ancient forbidden books, looking for the power he wanted in the books that recorded souls and sacrifices. The ancient words gradually revealed a strange green light as the warlock read them, like a monster released from a nightmare, stretching his body and releasing his long-suppressed power......

The warlock nervously read the ancient, jerky words as he felt a otherworldly power slowly flow into his body. He was so excited that he had to read these ancient books before anyone found them, so that he could gain a hundred times more power than others.

Finally, when the last words of the ancient pages were read, a brilliant but deadly vortex appeared in the space of the room. Gradually, a small black hole appeared in the center of this vortex.

It is like a dark abyss, sucking the books on the shelves and everything on the ground into it. The warlock began to panic, however, the book could not be closed. He shouted, however, useless, because of this point, everyone was still sleeping......

The black hole grew bigger and bigger, as if it were a door, a door to an otherworldly planet. When the black door was big enough, the warlock couldn't believe his eyes, and a monster with flaming horns stepped in through the door...... Immediately after that, the second and third heads ......

"Oh...... No! What is it? ”

The young warlock cried out in horror. He didn't know what he had done yet, he was too young......

"You summoned us, human."

The demon smirked, and with that, he held up his own flaming halberd, one of which pierced the young warlock's heart. Outside the window, the night is thick, and the magnificent city of Lordaeron is sleeping in peace and quiet......

(End of the play)