The night at Riptide Fort, peaceful and desolate. Lying in the hotel room, you can faintly hear the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. In the past, countless large ships set off from here to sail around the world, or to explore the world, or to open up trade. Fadil Bay, at the time, was definitely the largest and most prosperous harbor in Azeroth. At this moment, only sporadic fishing boats remain on the small pier, like a moment in the picture scroll of history, a period of bleak years.

"What are you thinking, dear?"

Listening to the sound of the waves, Gianna couldn't sleep, she turned from the warm bed, hugged Ares's waist, and asked softly.

"It's nothing, I just think Riptide Castle is too deserted right now, I haven't seen a truly prosperous city since the outbreak of the Scourge Plague, Eagle's Nest Mountain may be good, but it's not a human city."

In the moonlight, Gianna's face looked beautiful and melancholy, and as she spoke, Ares stretched out a hand and took the archmage in front of her into the crook of his arm. Her slender shoulders were naked. Exposed and cold under the covers, Ares couldn't help but caress the skin there, although the palm was rough, but it was full of warmth.

"Don't be sad, maybe you'll see you soon."

Gianna buried her head in Ares' chest and whispered softly.

"By the way, Ares, I'll ask you a question, and you have to answer it honestly."

Gianna gave a strange expression.

"Well, you ask, I will never lie to you, dear."

Faced with Gianna's strange expression, Ares first froze for a moment, and then quickly replied. A bad premonition haunted Ares.

"What did you say to Whitemane that day, when you left the Plaguelands?"

After Gianna finished speaking, Ares's heart tightened. It seems that this beautiful mage is really a supernatural power, and nothing can escape her eyes. Ares didn't know what went wrong, but judging by Gianna's expression and questioning, something must have aroused her suspicions. Or maybe she already knows something. Now, it's time for answers......

"Oh, this. Nothing, I just told her that the Ember Bringer would return to Lordaeron again, to the Chapel of Light's Wishes. Let her wait in peace, and at the same time, persuade her to stay in the Chapel of the Wish of Light, protect the holy land, and wait for the arrival of the new Alliance. ”

Faced with Gianna's malicious interrogation, Ares pretended to be nonchalant in replying. but his heart was troubled.

"That's it?"

"Hmm."

"Nothing else?"

As she spoke, Gianna climbed up, and her suspender pajamas were suddenly full of spring. Ares' eyes swept unceremoniously over her twin peaks, greedy and content.

"Anything else? What else could there be? ”

Ares replied with a smirk. While also paying attention to the archmage's expression.

"It's better to have nothing, otherwise ......"

Gianna said, holding the bed board with one hand, and the other hand was already reaching for Ares' Shangfang sword for some time. She smirked evil—

"You are mine, and you are not allowed to do anything to be sorry for Ms. Broadmoore, otherwise, I will be unkind to you."

She squeezed out a smile, and then squeezed her little hand hard, and Ares stiffened, almost screaming. The inn is in disrepair and has no benefits other than seclusion. But it is precisely because of the silence that any sound can be infinitely amplified.

……

Early in the morning, Ares and Gianna left the dilapidated inn of Riptide Castle, just like the Hammer Dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain, even though Ares and Gianna tried their best to persuade them, none of the people of Rapids Castle were willing to go south, they still chose to stick to their castles, even in the face of a war that was impossible to win, you know, Lordaeron, Dalaran, and Gilneth fell one after another, and there was no strength in the north to resist the Scourge Legion. But the stubborn Riptide Warriors still don't abandon their capital.

Then, with a simple farewell from everyone, Ares and his party continued south, sleeping in the open air, to the low-lying wetland plains in the south.

A long trip sounds like a romantic affair. However, this is not a tourist route, and simply put, there are no hotels on the road, and you can't go to a hotel after a tiring day, sleep in a fluffy bed, or take a warm hot bath in the tub (let alone a shower). In the wilderness, all the needs that are accustomed to life become very extravagant desires, which cannot be satisfied.

Looking at Gianna's disgraced face, sometimes Ares felt sorry for her, and let the princess, who was originally pampered, follow her on a long journey, like a down-and-out beggar. The hair has not been washed for a long time, and it is messy......

And, to make matters worse, the Arathi Heights are not like the Silver Pine Forest, or the Hinterland, which is simply too inhospitable...... The rolling hills were full of green, grass, grass, and no trees, which meant that hunting became extremely difficult, and both wild vegetables and meat became difficult to obtain. Although there is dry food, nibbling on cold wheat cakes and shriveled bread every day is not something that everyone can bear......

Ares remembered the Hammer Dwarf's bear burger and roast suckling pig as if he could smell the scent when he closed his eyes. It's a pity that this thing can't be packed and taken away, it will spoil...... Even if he could, Ares was embarrassed, a great lord of Lordaeron, a princess of Kurtilas, to the point of packing other people's food...... I can't stand it...... Identity cannot be lost......

"My dear, I have wronged you, at this time, you should have been in the castle of Kul Tiras, enjoying good food and wine, and living an elegant and clean life, but you followed me and suffered from the fatigue of the journey."

In the evening, sitting on the hills of the Arathi Heights, Ares said to Gianna with emotion. The words are full of guilt and self-blame. The princess of a country, who had given up a pampered life, would not have been involved in this dispute, and with Dalin's prestige, she could have enjoyed the most luxurious life in the world without having to run around the plague-ridden Lordaeron. You must know that Kurtiras is the richest country among the seven kingdoms of mankind, and in addition, the natural disaster war has not spread to this sea kingdom until now. But just like that, Gianna still came down and faced the difficulties with herself.

"Responsibility trumps everything, Ares, dear, don't blame yourself, it's my own choice. Not only for you, but also for our kingdom. For the sake of Azeroth......"

Faced with Ares' guilty expression, Gianna turned her head and said calmly and with a smile. Her smile is always so serene and beautiful, if Gianna's appearance can be scored eight points in normal times, then, when she smiles, she can get a full score. Elegance with a noble temperament makes Ares always want to stop every time.

It's just that when Gianna said this, Ares had a faint worry in his heart, for the sake of Azeroth...... This phrase is so familiar, so justifiable. But O Mother, will you kill your father for the sake of peace? Dalin is my future father-in-law and my idol, dear Gianna, you can't do that......

Ares pondered bitterly in his heart......