The Scarlet Monastery, a low-level dungeon that was ravaged by countless players before the crossing, is now slowly on the right track under the auspices of Ares, and the fanatical revenge mood has gradually been restrained, and the treatment of refugees is no longer so ferocious and brutal, although the quarantine observation still has to continue. Ares didn't want the monastery to be infested with the undead or infected with the plague of natural disasters.

After the spirit slowly returned to its roots, Ares also ordered the expansion of the monastery, and on another vacant lot on the top of the mountain, another series of buildings was built, and the crusaders needed to be expanded, not only warriors, priests, and paladins could join the crusaders. In an era of scourge of the undead, the Scarlet Crusaders need more soldiers. Even if it's just some ordinary soldiers who can only fight with brute force.

Drumm became an army trainer, and all the soldiers had to go to him for actual combat training, and he could only graduate after he had inspected him. Paladins spend more time meditating than killing. The status of the Hunter and Stalker was strengthened, and in order to fight the Scourge army, Ares also formed the Thieves' Guild, and these stealth masters were trained as assassins to deal with the necromancers on the battlefield.

Wrap around the back, cut the back row!

This was a death order given to them by Ares, not to see an Assassin appear in the frontal battle, and those who disobeyed the order were to be expelled from the monastery and the thieves' guild. In this era of natural disasters, being expelled from the monastery and from the shelter means one word - death.

Therefore, these Assassins made an oath at the beginning of their entry into the Order, an oath never to betray. Although this oath has some effect, Ares does not agree, but it is still a kind of commitment.

Hunters are almost always required to practice shooting from a distance, especially against moving objects in the air, and in Azeroth, mages are a scarce class of troops, relying on hunters to deal with the hordes of gargoyles of the Scourge Legion. In addition, Ares requires every hunter to carry incendiary bombs when they go out, and use flames to completely purify the undead.

Whitemane still wouldn't forgive Ares, and she often hid alone in the abbey library, flipping through esoteric books, mostly about flashes of ghosts. She was still haunted by the scene where Renault was killed that day, and even wondered if it was caused by Ares's illusionary magic. Or, just go to the cathedral alone and meditate. Hopefully, the Light will enlighten her and give her wisdom, but the Light will not give her any enlightenment or wisdom......

"Don't go through those books of the dead anymore, as a priest of light, you shouldn't go through those dark books of the dead."

Whitemane was in the depths of the library, flipping through a heavy ancient book, when Ares walked up behind her, and she closed it in fright.

"How did you end up here?"

Whitemayne looked at Ares in surprise, her voice even trembled a little, feeling that her secret was known, and she was a thief, just like Ares said, as the Grand Prosecutor of the Scarlet Abbey, the Priest of Light, should not read these ancient books of the undead.

"Why can't I be here? As the High Lord of the Scarlet Monastery, I suppose I should have free access to this library, right? ”

Looking at Whitemayne's innocent face, Ares stepped up with a wicked smile on his face.

"You're stalking me?"

Whitemane said, tucking the book behind him and quietly placing it in the bookcase. Her gaze is resolute, but full of dissatisfaction and resistance.

"How can it be said that it is tracking? I just saw a figure enter the library, logically speaking, this library, usually only mages enter and exit, but my intuition told me that the figure was not a mage, she walked in a hurry, even a little panicked. So, I followed here. Of course, if I had known it was you, I wouldn't have followed you, and as the Grand Inquisitor of the Scarlet Abbey, Lord Whiteman, you certainly have the freedom to come and go here. ”

Ares said, taking another step closer, this distance, only a fist's distance from Whitemane, Ares could clearly see her features and face. You could almost feel her rapid breathing, and her chest rising and falling.

"What do you want to do? Shouldn't you be polite to a lady as a paladin? Be mindful of what you say and do. ”

Whitemayne said, taking another step back, his back pressed against the library's bookcase.

"I don't do anything, Grand Prosecutor. In fact, I have come today to say goodbye to you. ”

Ares walked very close to Whitemane, then abruptly walked away. This move came as a surprise to Whiteman. She stared at Ares, and now, she didn't understand what the man was trying to do.

"Farewell? Where are you going? ”

Whitemayne asked in surprise.

"To the West, Gilneth, the Werewolf Kingdom."

Faced with Whitemayne's surprised question, Ares sat down and replied calmly. At this point, Whitemane was even more puzzled.

"What are you going to do there?"

"Alliance, in order to gain an alliance with them, Grand Prosecutor, this is a bit twisted, I'll call you by your name, Whitemayne, you should know that the Undead Scourge is now more and more frequent, and more and more numerous, even severing the connection between the Plaguelands and the Tifaris Woodlands, the Undead Barrier, that junction, is now occupied by hordes of Scourge troops, cruelly speaking, we have completely lost contact with our comrades in the Plaguelands, whether it is the Scarlet Crusaders of the Hand of Tyr or the Silver Dawn. In other words, in the whole of Tifaris Glades, in the whole of Lordaeron, there is only one army of us fighting against the undead, and even though there are many civilians who have joined the Crusaders in the past few weeks, I feel that this is not enough in the face of the huge Scourge legion. ”

"So, you're going to venture out to the cursed kingdom for an alliance?"

After Ares finished speaking, Whitemane instantly understood, and her eyes on Ares changed from wariness and resentment at the beginning to sympathy, and even a little respect. Everyone knows that behind the walls of Greymane there is a werewolf curse, and the people there have become bloodthirsty, brutal, and irrational. And Ares' willingness to risk breaking into the forbidden land for the sake of the Scarlet Monastery is in itself much braver and greater than Renault.

"Yes. Before leaving, I want to ask you something. ”

Ares said, his face turning serious. The young Whitemane suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"You say."

She whispered back.

"I want you to be in charge of all the affairs of the monastery after I'm gone. Personnel, your assistants I have arranged for you, of course, if you are not satisfied, you can also choose without them. It's all about your point of view. As long as the Grand Inquisitor can guard this monastery, the last refuge for the refugees of Lordaeron. ”

Looking at Whiteman, Ares said earnestly. At this time, Whitemane was even more uneasy in her heart, she had always hated Ares and questioned Ares, but Ares repaid her grievances with virtue, which made Whitemane suddenly feel a burst of spiritual condemnation and uneasiness.

"How long are you going to go?"

The atmosphere at the scene was a little dull, and Whitemane was a little embarrassed and continued to ask.

"I don't know, if it goes well, in two or three months, I will return to the monastery and organize a front-line battle. But, you know, this kind of thing never went well. So, the time, it is impossible to determine at all. Whitemayne, I know, you've always held a grudge against me, even if you don't say it, I know it, your eyes tell me everything, I know, you've been resenting me, killing Renault. You even suspect that what you saw that day was not your father's soul, but an illusion I created to take Renault's place, a witchcraft. So, you run to the library every day and read all the books about the mirror images of the dead. ”

Whitemane wanted to explain something, but was stopped by Ares, and in the face of the beautiful girl, Ares continued-

"I want to say that the Ashbringer has fallen. I swear by my life that what you and I saw that day was not an illusory mirror image, but the real soul of your father Mograine, who had indeed killed his father, and who had killed his own father. So Alexandrius came to him for revenge. I carry this great sword on my back, in fact, my heart is tormented, your father's (adoptive father's) soul is in the sword, he fell into the curse of revenge too deep, and I can't purify it, let your father's soul rest in peace, this is my greatest hardship, but I will work hard to find a way to purify this sword. Please believe it. ”

"The Scarlet Monastery is up to you, and most importantly, don't let the Crusaders fall into fanaticism and paranoia. We need allies, and fanaticism and bloodlust will cost us all of our allies. I'm sure you can do that. ”

After Ares finished speaking, she saw Whitemane's cheeks crimson, she was at a loss to play with the hair on her forehead, and nodded to Ares sincerely......