Chapter 31: Grizzly Hills (Page 1/1)

The Alliance Legion defeats the Forsaken army at Lordaeron. When the news reached Northrend, Ares did not feel a trace of pleasure, and even felt a little self-blame and helplessness. The Forsaken had been eradicated, and Lordaeron seemed to be at ease from now on. But in this battle, he became the guilty party. These forsaken people have helped themselves and the Scarlet Crusaders, and the Scarlet Abbey was able to survive, and it was the preservation of the Scarlet Abbey that gave rise to the later Lordaeron coalition army. And now, these forsaken are slaughtered, and there is nothing they can do...... But what can you do? Help them against the Alliance? How is that possible...... Perhaps everyone has that inglorious past in their hearts, Ares bowed his head and sighed.

Half a month later, when it was still cold, the Lordaeron Expeditionary Force set foot on Grizzly Hills, and although the journey was long, the warriors knew that they were one step closer to the Lich King's lair, Icecrown Fortress.

Grizzly Hills, the first time he set foot on this land, Ares felt like he had stepped back in time. Everything here is so familiar, familiar greens, familiar tastes, tall pine forests, high and low rolling hills. That's right, Ares was reminded of the Hillsbrad Hills south of Lordaeron. There, the four seasons are like spring, and the orchards are full of fruits and vegetables. The growers happily harvested, and in the evening, they sat on their estates and watched the sunset over the distant mountains. A mist like a white veil hangs over the manor, and everything is beautiful, like a walk in the clouds. Himself and Sylvanas spent a very short but wonderful time there.

Looking at the endless stream and waterfall, the familiar smell of the earth enchanted Ares. Northrend isn't all snow and cold. Yes, at least here, it's so beautiful.

There are no enemies here, only scattered beasts scattered in the woods. Yes, the scouts have gotten back the information. Ares put his trust in them. In fact, the same is true of the information from the griffon troops, who have flown over most of the forest, without a single undead outpost, and in the dangerous, bloody Northrend, it can be said that this place is a peaceful place.

"The Legion is here to repair for a while, long journeys are not our forte, and in the meantime, we must wait for the arrival of the Stormwind army."

Climbing to the top of one of the highest hills, Ares said calmly.

"But the Great Lord, the tribe ......"

"This is not a military race, no matter which route the tribe takes, we just need to go our own way. Rest assured, just trim for a month, and wait until the short spring arrives before we continue the march. ”

"Then I'll let the scout cavalry go and explore the way first."

"No, to the west, we'll fix here first, and then we'll camp west. To the west of this forest is a vast snowy field, the Dragonbone Wilderness. From there, we head north to Icecrown Fortress. ”

"Great Lord? How do you know? I remember you've never set foot on this continent before? ”

Ares' answer surprised not only the guards, but also Sylvanas and Drum. Even Quel'Thalas' library does not record any geographic information about Northrend. Historically, few people have set foot on this land.

"Oh...... I've heard Khadgar talk about it. ”

Seeing the bewildered faces of the people around him, Ares arrived at the right time. Fortunately, Khadgar is not here, otherwise, Ares really doesn't know how to explain it to everyone.

The abundant nature of the Grizzly Hills and the dense woods provided ample timber for the Legion, and these tall pine trees not only served as charcoal, but also as an excellent raw material for the Legion's spears.

If transportation is developed, Ares knows that this will become the next colony, a trading staging point. Unfortunately, although the Grizzly Hills are rich in products, transportation and water transportation are very inconvenient, most of the waterways are streams, there is no way to pass by boat, and it is far from the coastline, and it is undoubtedly unrealistic to transport timber and minerals to the seashore thousands of miles away.

However, it is very suitable as a supply ground for the legion.

"Ares, I can't imagine that there is such a beautiful place in Northrend."

After a day of training recruits, Sylvanas walked into the tent with sweat in his hands. Ares was flipping through the Holy Scriptures. Seeing Windranger's hard return, Ares immediately put down the books in his hand and walked over to hand Sylvanas a jug of warm water. It had just been warmed on the fire outside.

"No, I want cold water."

But he didn't want Sylvanas to ask for cold water to quench his thirst.

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After handing the water to Sylvanas, watching her gulp of water, Ares had a heartwarming and dreamy feeling. I don't know when I can have such a perfect wife. Her figure, her temperament, her spirit, and the ten years she has known her...... It's like a dream.

Clear water poured down Sylvanas's throat, her chest rising and falling evenly with her breathing.

During the night, Ares took Sylvanas in his arms. In this quiet night, there is no chaos, no undead and orcs, only quiet night, quiet forest, cool wind, and beautiful starry sky.

Yes, the night sky here is so beautiful. Dotted with stars and hung in the sky, this is a scene and picture that cannot be imagined on Earth.

Holding the slender waist of the Windranger at night, Ares couldn't help but kiss him slowly. Her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her neck, her breasts......

"I don't even know how I got with you."

At night, Sylvanas was naked and held in Ares's arms, whispering softly. Her long hair covered part of her cheeks, looking a little sad and a little beautiful.

Brushing away the long silky hair, Ares gently returned-

"It's fate, it's our destiny......"

As soon as Ares finished speaking, Sylvanas looked at him with disdain. It's as if it's cheap and good.

But Ares didn't care, no matter what Windranger's expression was, on this quiet night, he had to rest well and make up for his debt to Sylvanas. Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Ares hugged Sylvanas and kissed it, the stubble slid across Sylvanas's cheeks, over her sexy and slender collarbone, and over her flat, fair abdomen......

When the sun rose during the daylight the next day, they knew it was time for them to go. After a night of lingering, they still returned to their respective identities. Ares was also the leader of the Lordaeron coalition and the head of the Knights; Sylvanas is also the Windrunner of Quel'Thalas.

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