Blazing bonfires and the warm smell permeate the streets of Hearthvale, where the Ash Inquisitors and the soldiers of the Silver Dawn rest, a rare time of rest after the war, a time full of sunshine.

Everyone seems to have returned to the days before the catastrophe, when the streets and alleys were filled with noisy crowds, people soaking in hot baths and enjoying food in their homes, tables full of fruit, bread and cheese, and warm candles and oil lamps covering the windowsills of every house.

And now, everything seems to be back in the past, back to the era before the natural disaster. People gathered around to light bonfires in the open space, singing and dancing. Gianna rose to the sound of the crowd and joined the dancing crowd, dancing jerky steps with Ares.

The light of the campfire danced on Gianna's face, and Ares wrapped his arms around her waist, and the moment was so warm and satisfying. She had almost forgotten about Arthas, yes, what reason was there to look back on? The wind and snow in Northrend obscured the prince's footsteps and figure, but Dalaran's chance encounter allowed the girl to find a new life. In the midst of the uproar of the crowd, Ares hugged Gianna's slender waist and looked at each other, Gianna's face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Everybody was happy."

Tyran sat down next to Whitemayne and said in a slur voice.

He wasn't a shy man, but somehow, every time he sat next to Whitemayne, an indescribable nervousness swept through him. He looked at Whitemane as if he was admiring a work of art, and he was reluctant to blink his eyes, for fear that if he blinked, the next second, Whitemane would be gone.

"Indeed, why don't you go to dance? Lord Tyran? ”

Whitemane asked, turning his head and smiling. She still seemed to be pure, like a crystal clear white gem, without any impurities mixed in it. Tyran liked to look at her like that, even if it was only for a brief moment.

"Oh...... I won't, and besides, I don't have a dance partner. I'll step on someone else's foot......"

Faced with Whiteman's question, Tyran returned with an embarrassed smile. He was paying attention to Whitemayne's expression and movements, this priestess, her every move, touched Tyran's heart, however, he didn't know if Whitemayne could grasp the meaning of his words.

I saw Whitemane stunned for a moment, and then returned with a smile -

"Then you can find a dancing partner, there are many people who can dance in the Ashes Inquisition, and during our time in the convent, we often danced and sang when we were fine, like Anna, Ewen, Cecilia, they are all good dancers. I can let them teach you. Hehe. ”

Whitemayne said, smirking to himself. Silly and naïve, this made Tyran even more overwhelmed, and the impulse in his heart was restrained, as a paladin, his father taught him that he had to be polite to women. But for now, he wanted to grab Whitemayne's hand and sing and dance like Ares and Gianna.

Unfortunately, Whitemane didn't mean that after all. She stared at Ares and Gianna on the field, her eyes full of joy, as if it was not Gianna who was dancing on the stage, but herself......

Tyran was lost, and he had fantasized countless times about what it would be like to spend time alone with Whiteman. Just like Gianna lying happily in Ares's arms, or just sitting with Whitemane, looking at the scenery and gossiping. However, by no means the way it is now...... In Whitemane's eyes, there seemed to be only Ares......

This night has been so long. When the crowd dispersed, Tyran saw Ares holding Gianna around and heading to their hut. Whitemayne, on the other hand, went into his tent to sleep like a soldier.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't think about her......"

Tyran sighed from his heart. He looked at the endless night, perhaps, many things, will eventually pass, just like the army of natural disasters, maybe it will also pass after all.

……

Two days later, Tirio arrived as promised, arriving in the Valley of the Hearth with a hundred knights and five hundred warriors of Silver Dawn. These units are almost all white armor, silver warhammers, and look like the elite of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Left behind in the various parts of Lordaeron, he was regrouped by Tirio.

"My son, I knew you could. You are my pride. ”

After meeting, Tirio couldn't help but praise his son Tyran, and then warmly hugged Ares and Drum. It should be said that the reunion of the father and son of Foding today depends largely on the persuasion of Ares. If not, Tyran would probably have died at the hands of the mad Archbishop Ethanlion.

"Great Lord."

Ares replied respectfully. Although here, his identity and Tirio's identities are almost equal, after all, they each command an army, but Tirio's experience and former status make Ares look up to him, and he maintains respect and admiration for this legendary paladin everywhere. Even when he sat down to discuss things, he let Tirio sit first.

"I'm going to attack here next."

Tirio sat down, and the servant placed a large map of Lordaeron in front of the group. The map clearly shows the mountains, rivers, plains and roads of Lordaeron. The entire outline is almost identical to the map of Lordaeron that Ares had seen before he crossed over. The only difference is that every inch of the map is real, in other words, it's a real map, and one centimeter represents the actual kilometer. The place Tirio was referring to was Fort Keldarron, or the Psychic Academy.

"My recon team has told me that the Cursed Cult of the Scourges is hiding beneath the ruins of this fortress. I don't know what's down there, but we must stop these fallen humans from continuing to unleash the plague. Yes, Locks and his team reached the lake, where the water source had been polluted, the water had become muddy and yellow, and it emitted a foul stench, and the plague gas could not be generated from the ruins, and the cloud of smoke had covered the entire island in the middle of the lake, and we must go and eradicate it! ”

Tirio said eloquently. Of course, he was not a fanatical lord, and after saying that, he sat calmly, waiting for the opinion of the others, especially Ares. After all, the reason why this army is strong now is that it has Ares' Ash Inquisition Army in it.

"I agree, High Lord. But I have a proposal. ”

The silence was broken by Ares, and everyone's eyes were immediately fixed on the young paladin. Like Tirio, his words play a pivotal role. Almost all of Gilneth is backed by Ares.

"You say."

Tirio replied politely.

"Beneath the ruins of Fort Keldaron lies a huge underground fortress, or rather, a huge necromancy academy, aka psychic academy, which, like a miniature labyrinth, is used by cultists and mentors of the Cursed Sect to study necromancy and spread the plague. Inside, it is full of some undead creatures and undead creatures, and it is difficult for ordinary swords to inflict substantial damage on them, I suggest that we lead a team of paladins, priests, and mages to raid this underground academy, kill the dark dean Gadin inside, and completely end the pollution of this water area by the natural calamity undead. ”

Sitting in his place, Ares spoke confidently.

And after this opinion was published, you could see the surprised eyes of the surrounding crowd. Even the most elite scouts of Silver Dawn couldn't investigate the secrets of Fort Keldarron, so why did Ares know so well? If things really turned out to be what he said they were, then how did he do it? Even Tirio cast a surprised gaze in an instant.

"Brother, how did you get this information?"

Tirio asked, surprised.

"This ...... I escaped from Naxxramas with the Ember Messenger more than three months ago, passing through it out of curiosity and Drummy and I went on an expedition. ”

In the face of everyone's surprised eyes, Ares opened his mind and made up a temporary reason to fool him. Unexpectedly, everyone believed it with suspicion. Yes, Ares and Darien raided Naxxramas together, and this is known to all. And Fort Keldaron is indeed on the path between Naxxramas and the Scarlet Monastery, and it is not impossible for Ares to pass by there out of curiosity and go in to investigate, not to mention that he still has the Ash Messenger in his hand, and the scouts on one side can't enter, it doesn't mean that the Ash Messenger can't enter......

"Well, I agree with you, Ares. Let's go and prepare our men, and we'll leave tomorrow, and I'll be with you. ”

After a moment of silence, Tirio replied solemnly.

"There's no need, High Lord, just let Tyran go with me, Silver Dawn has just joined a lot of recruits, we've just recaptured Hearthvale, there's still a lot of work to be done, just let Tyran come with us. The Psychic Academy, a dark place, is a good place to train paladins. ”

Ares said politely.

"Rest assured, with Gianna, Drum, Whiteman, and the warriors of Silver Dawn, we can accomplish this mission."

Seeing Tirio's hesitation, Ares continued to reassure. Tyran could be seen to be in a sudden mood as well, and he turned his head to look at his father, his eyes full of desire to fight.