Chapter 57: Eavesdropping (Page 1/1)

"Great Lord, Windranger She ......"

"What happened to Sylvanas?"

Ares asked anxiously.

"She left the camp with a couple of rangers."

The guards returned breathlessly.

After hearing the news, Ares's heart ached as if it had been grasped by a pair of invisible hands. He probably knew why. But you still need to confirm it.

"When did she leave?"

Ares then asked.

"Just now, an hour ago."

"Is there any reason?"

"No, it just looks like I'm in a bad mood......"

"She left her post without permission for no reason, why didn't you stop her?!"

The more Ares spoke, the more agitated he became. It was rare for his subordinates to see the nervousness of their commander.

She ...... We didn't dare stop her...... She doesn't belong to ......"

The guards slurred. Ares understood, and they didn't dare say it—Sylvanas actually went to war as a freedman. She is not a member of the Alliance, she does not belong to the Lordaeron Alliance, she does not belong to the army of Quel'Thalas, in fact, she is a person, Windranger...... Moreover, she also does not have the right to mobilize the army. It's just that her sister Wen Lesa often listens to her. Silvermoon City's army is in the hands of Winlessa...... Therefore, Sylvanas is difficult to position herself in the legion, she does not have a military rank, but she can influence the movements of the blood elves. Of course, Ares's biggest concern was not the Blood Elves' army, he believed that Winlesa would stabilize the situation, but he was worried about Sylvanas......

In this icy and snowy land, in the hinterland of the undead of the natural disaster, several elven rangers walked alone......

"No, Sylvanas is in danger!"

"I have to ask Furstad for a ......"

Ares muttered to himself.

……

In less than five minutes, Ares hurried to the dwarven camp. There was no time to greet the soldiers even on the road.

When Ares found the Hammerlord, the muscular man was sitting in his tent munching on meat and drinking. He wanted to have dinner with Ares, but he turned his head to see the serious and dull expression on his old friend's face. Furstad, who had been dealing with Ares for several years, knew that something big was coming.

"You're saying Sylvanas left the camp on her own, and no one knows where she went?"

Furstad asked, putting down the flask in his hand and frowning.

"Yes, the guards just told me."

Ares said heartily.

"Why did she leave? And why don't you say goodbye? It's unusual...... Did you quarrel? ”

Furstad's face flushed and he asked curiously.

"Oh...... Could it be because of Valeera? Are you rekindling an old relationship with her? Well...... Absolutely, so Sylvanas felt like you had betrayed her, so ......"

Before Furstad could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ares.

"It's complicated, and I can't explain it for a while. Anyway, I came to you to ask you to ......."

"Help you find Windranger?"

"Hmm...... Yes......"

Ares nodded.

"This is not your style, High Lord of Lordaeron, are you a person who is easily bound by personal feelings? A commander shouldn't be like that. ”

Furstad said with a hiccup.

"You're in too much hands, I'll take care of Sylvanas and Valeera's affairs, now, I'm only worried about Sylvanas's safety, please help me find her."

"Brother, don't use the word 'trouble' between you and me! Rest assured, I'll let my knight go after Windranger. But there is one thing I must warn you about. ”

Furstad said, leaning in, with a mysterious expression—

"What?"

Ares asked.

"Elves aren't something to mess with, and you'd better not think about both. Hahaha......"

When the Hammer Lord had finished speaking, he laughed and left the tent to greet his men......

……

"Ares, Sylvanas...... Is Sylvanas' affair real? Are you really with her? ”

When she returned to the tent, Valera had been waiting on a blanket for a long time. Like Ares, she was depressed. An unspeakable pain flickered in her eyes.

Love...... It's always painful...... What you give, what you love, is not necessarily 100% in return. Even, often, love is one-way. Ares knew that he had loved Valeera at one time. When he was in Stormwind, when he was in Lakeside, and even when he was in the Outlands, he still loved her, but, as time passed, who could have known that Ares would later have Sylvanas......

Valeera's voice was soft, even trembling slightly.

Something beautiful is shattering, and Valera doesn't want to admit it, but forces herself to face it.

"Yes, I'm really married to her."

Weary, Ares sat down and replied calmly. At this moment, like Valeera, his heart is like overturning a five-flavor bottle, and all kinds of emotions and all kinds of emotions are intertwined. It would be impossible to say that he had no feelings for Valeera at all. It is impossible to forget the good old days. It's just that I have Sylvanas now......

Ares' answer was like a sharp knife to Valeera's heart. She was silent, silent. In fact, she didn't know what to say. In the dictionary of elves, there is no such thing as digging into the wall, they may look down on love, or even sex, but they value marriage. It's like a contract. Once married, it is equivalent to entering into a lifelong contract. You can't betray for life. That's why Sylvanas was so angry.

"Don't worry, Ares, everything will be fine. The purpose of my trip is not only to seek you, but also to take revenge on the Scourge Legion. So much for...... Feel relieved...... I am fine. Thank you for taking care of me during that time, it was you who rescued me from that filthy orc slave pen. That's it......"

Valera was a little incoherent, though she tried to restrain her emotions.

"Sylvanas will be fine too...... She is the Windranger and the best Ranger of Quel'Thalas...... No undead can catch up with her, she runs faster than a horse......"

Valera continued.

And Ares could only squeeze out a smile with difficulty. He had to take care of Valeera's emotions, but he was worried about Sylvanas at the same time. I finally rescued her from Silvermoon City, so that she would not become a banshee, and not let history repeat itself here......

"Hopefully......"

Ares said.

At night, the two had a long conversation in the tent. Unbeknownst to Ares, however, outside the tent, a pair of long ears were listening to him, listening to the conversation. He even watched Ares' every move. Wenlesa put away her magic bow and took another step closer like a bobcat......

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