At nightfall, Ares once again stood on the walls of Hellfire, where he could see the entire outer sky, and the colorful clouds still hung in the sky, like a galaxy around the broken planet.

Those beautiful planets are like hanging above your head, there are blue, pink, yellow, but none of them have life.

With endless wind and sand blowing on the Hellfire Peninsula, only the sound of the whirring wind and the burning grease in the torches, there will always be only one scenery on the red earth—the arid and barren red. Standing alone in the darkness of the night, Ares remembered the first time he had arrived in the Outlands three months earlier, when Valera was still by his side. Whenever she was thinking, her light figure was always dangling in front of her, and at that time, I thought she was too noisy and naughty. And now, Ares really wants Valera to appear in front of him again, and be naughty again......

The journey they went through together...... From Karimdor to Minethil Harbor, from Ironforge to Stormwind, and from Stormwind to Lordaeron...... There is laughter, bitterness, quarrels, and sweetness. In Stormwind, they traveled the magnificent city together, soaking up the sun under the Cathedral of Light and wandering around Stormwind's trading districts to shop for goods. Have a picnic in the Elwyn Forest. "Fight" until dawn in the Lion King's Pride Hotel......

All of this, in retrospect, seems as far away as a lifetime.

Ares also remembered the days in the ruins of Lordaeron, where Valera snuggled up to her, her slender figure like a fawn, as if a slight grip could take her whole body into her arms. Before setting out, they kissed in full view of everyone, as if it had all been decided. It's just that now it seems that life is impermanent and fateful......

Once myself and Gianna...... Ares didn't want to think about it anymore......

"Alas......"

In the recollection, I couldn't help but let out a sad sigh.

was keenly captured by a person behind him.

"Thinking about her again?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind him.

Ares turned around and saw that it was the familiar face......

"Hmm."

"Ares, I'm responsible for this ......"

Sylvanas whispered. At night, she wore no cloak, and her pointed elven ears were exposed, as if she could hear any small sound in the air.

"Which thing?"

Ares turned his head to look at Sylvanas, then looked into the distance, and asked calmly.

"Valeera ......"

Sylvanas continued. When only the two of them were together in private, Sylvanas no longer seemed so cold, and even Ares could indeed feel her guilt from the bottom of her heart.

"You don't blame Valeera for what happened."

Ares sighed.

"But if I hadn't advised you to send a stalker to find out what was going on in the fortress, nothing would have happened to Valeera."

Sylvanas continued.

She walked over to Ares and stood side by side with him, looking out at the night.

"The decision to send the Stalkers to find out the situation is a good one, without the information of the thieves, we would not have been able to take this fortress so easily, and at the same time, without the information of the thieves, we may have to sacrifice more warriors. There's nothing wrong with that advice, Sylvanas. ”

Looking at Sylvanas, Ares continued—

"There are always accidents on the battlefield."

After Ares finished speaking, Sylvanas let go a little. But he still looked solemn.

……

Theramore.

The blue sea is calm, like a giant sapphire, reflecting the white sky. Gianna stood on the white castle balcony with a melancholy expression. The sea breeze blows her long golden hair, and the memories are like songs, touching the softest places in her heart. And the last thing I want to recall - Ares. The time they spent together seemed so far away, as if it had only happened yesterday.

Looking at the blue sea, Gianna quietly recalled the time she and Ares had spent together, from Dalaran to Lordaeron, from Lordaeron to Ironforge, from Ironforge to Karimdor......

"Her Majesty has been standing there all morning, and I am afraid that she will catch a cold, shall I send the cloak over?"

The guards of Queltilas stood at the gate of the palace and said to the other archmage beside him, Egwen, in a worried mood.

"Well, forget it, give it to me, let me bring it to her."

Looking at Gianna melancholy in the sea breeze, Egwen sighed. She took the cloak from the guard's hand and led little Mowglian, who had just learned to walk, to the balcony.

Within two steps, little Mowglian's babbling caught Gianna's attention. She hurriedly turned around and walked towards Egwene, the balcony was large, and she walked several steps to little Mowglian, and then gently picked him up.

"Baby, why are you here?"

She kissed her child tenderly, her eyes full of mother's care. The child's name was chosen by her and Egwene together, and it was named Ians. Mowglian ...... It means peace, beauty. Gianna's hope is that her children will be able to live in a country free of war, in a world of peace and freedom. He doesn't need to have too high walls of martial arts, nor does he need to have advanced magic, just be a happy person, an ordinary person. This is Gianna's greatest satisfaction. Because she and Ares are separated, it is because they were born extraordinary and live in a turbulent era...... As a mother, the last thing Gianna wants is for her children to live the same unhappy life in the future.

"I've heard from the guards that you've been standing here all morning."

Egwen said, taking Irons from Gianna's hand.

"Well, two hours, it's okay, I'm just a little emotional."

Gianna said, putting on the warm cloak that Egwene had handed her.

"Reminiscing again?"

Egwen asked.

"Sort of."

"Well, maybe you can go to him."

"Forget it, he's already entered the Dark Gate with the Windrangers and Varian's army. Now I guess I'm already fighting demons in the Outlands. It's too far away for my teleportation spell to get there. Besides, what can we do if we meet, or a short reunion, or then we have to separate, we all have our own missions. Besides, after such a long time, he may have forgotten about me. ”

Gianna sighed. As she spoke, she refocused her gaze on the child, looking at Ians' innocent smile, which was her happiest moment......

"What about the kids? You can't keep the truth of the matter all the time? Someday, he will grow up, and when he is sensible, he will ask you who is his father? How would you answer him then? ”

Holding little Mowglian, Egwen asked Gianna with a solemn expression. This outwardly strong-looking woman always hides all difficulties and hides them in her heart. In order to lead the people of Kul Tiras, she always shows her strongest side, however, only Egwene knows that none of this is true. Gianna is also a woman, an ordinary woman, and like all women, she has her own feelings, when she is vulnerable. And Ians, perhaps because he is young, does not understand anything, or even understands the conversations of others, and his father is still an unknown term to him, and he doesn't even have this concept......

"I haven't figured it out yet, Egwen...... But until he reaches adulthood, I will raise him well, take care of him, and educate him. ”

Gianna said confidently.