The days of waiting for reinforcements were difficult, and despite knowing that the Alliance might have sent troops again, the lack of time, as well as the orc and demon troops outside the castle, still made the soldiers of the expeditionary force feel depressed, they could block the attacks of demons and orcs again and again, but each time there were casualties, and going home seemed to be a distant term.

The soldiers began to understand why Fort Glory had been empty before they arrived, holding on to a castle for so long with no hope, and that the torture was not only physical, but also mental...... Feelings of loneliness, loss, and despair eventually crush you.

And now, this sentiment is spreading in the barracks. Ares, along with Winresa and Jean, racked their brains, but still couldn't come up with a solution. I could only watch the fighting spirit of the soldiers decline day by day, as long as I heard the horn of Stormwind City sound again, everyone would be in high spirits, but no, a week, two weeks, a month, two months...... Still no news......

On this day, an unexpected mine operation accident became the only news in the whole of Fort Glory, and by the time Ares and Winlessa arrived at the scene with their respective men, the place was already in chaos. The soldiers are spontaneously organizing rescue teams to rescue the Union laborers trapped in the mine one by one.

Fortunately, after counting the number of people, it was found that the accident did not cause a single death of the miners, most of them were only skin injuries, and they were fine after a simple bandage. A small number of people who are seriously injured may need to lie in a hospital bed for some time to recuperate. After the collapse of the mine, people were surprised to find that there was a secret room in the depths of the mine......

It used to be in the upper level of the mine, but now the stones have fallen off, leaving the door of the chamber exposed. Such a secret underground chamber quickly caught everyone's attention. The dwarven miners were even more excited, eager to try, all the secrets under the ground would make their blood boil, like chicken blood, Yarlin was about to blow up the gate with explosives. Stopped by Ares.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is supposed to be an underground vault."

Observing the location of the rock formations in which the chamber was located, as well as the exterior setting, Ares came up with his own conjecture. You can see some water flowing out of the chamber, the water is very clear, it looks like an underground river, to be exact, just a small stream flowing underground. With a water source comes the necessary conditions for life, and as long as there is stored food in it, it is not impossible to become a refuge. After all, the Alliance Expeditionary Force had to face the occasional surprise attacks of the Orcs, and it was necessary for the miners to have a refuge in the work.

"I don't think it must be a treasure trove, and there may be secrets and treasures in it."

Ares's conjecture was accepted by many people, but only the group of dwarfs did not. As he spoke, the dwarven warrior Arrin pressed his ear to the door of the chamber, listening carefully to the voices coming from inside. Like him, the dwarven miners behind him were all enchanted, staring at the door of the chamber, eager to smash it with explosives and shovels.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, Arrin, if this is a vault, if you use explosives to force it open, the people inside may be injured or even killed, they are likely to be survivors of the Alliance Expeditionary Force twenty years ago, and if you blow it up like this, it is likely that we will never know the truth of that year."

Just as the dwarves were about to bring in gunpowder, Ares stopped them again. It was under the authority of Ares that the Ironforge dwarfs stopped their frenzied treasure hunting. What's more, it doesn't have to be a treasure...... Ares shook his head and began to have the engineers inspect the structure of the gate to figure out how to open the stone door.

However, just as the engineer was banging on the door to figure out how to open it, the stone door opened on its own. A pair of skinny hands stretched out from within...... This reminded Ares of the skeleton zombies of the Plaguelands, but it seemed that he was clearly not an undead, but a mentally disturbed old man......

Dirty, unkempt hair looked like it hadn't been cut in a long time, and the Union emblem was faintly visible in the ragged clothes, but it was also tattered, and it smelled of food mixed with alcohol. The old man's eyes were like two deep black holes, with no expression at all, and his only emotion was fear.

This scene made Wen Lesa immediately cover her nose and side of her face, and she almost vomited.

Ares, on the other hand, endured the stench emanating from the old man's body and walked up.

"High Lord?"

The soldiers around him were immediately concerned about not letting Ares go up, for fear that the old man was a hoodoo. But Ares refused, the paladin could sense the presence of the undead and demons, as long as they were close enough, but in this old man, Ares could not feel any evil aura. He was really an old man. And judging from the tattered clothes on the old man's body, Ares could be sure that it was the emblem of the Lordaeron Alliance. This old man was probably a member of the Alliance Expeditionary Force twenty years ago.

But when Ares walked up, the old man was backing away, looking at everything around him in horror, and even turned around and took out a musket from the garbage heap. Winlessa and her rangers immediately drew their bows at the old man, but were stopped by Ares again.

"Alliance, yes, we are the Alliance Expeditionary Force, we are from Azeroth, veteran, we are here to bring you home."

"Yes, home, Azeroth......"

Ares crouched down and whispered.

But the old man still refused to let go of the weapon in his hand, and his eyes trembled violently, like a dying man facing a demon. Through the old man's frightened eyes, Ares knew that he had thought of himself as a demon. It's just that the last shred of reason in his heart made the old man not pull the trigger of the musket.

He sat in the corner, dagger in one hand and dwarven pistol in the other, but both hands trembled violently, and some babbling sounds came from the depths of his throat, but no one in the room could understand what he was saying.

At this time, Ares could see the whole refuge room, which looked like a tomb, and there were no less than ten corpses lying in the small refuge room, unlike the orc corpses outside, which had rotted away, leaving only a pile of eerie white bones. There was plenty of food and water in the shelter, but it was hard to imagine how a person could survive in such a harsh environment and live for twenty years! No wonder he went crazy...... Loneliness and despair tormented him to the point of madness sooner or later......