"Sylvanas, what are you doing?"

At night, in a quiet room, Ares' intrusion shattered the otherwise quiet atmosphere. In the room, a slender girl can be seen packing her luggage. Without much thought, Ares stepped up and stopped Sylvanas.

"I want to go back to Silvermoon City, I'm worried about my sister's safety, she hasn't heard from her for a long time. You know, I'm worried about her. Even Ronin's spells couldn't reach her. ”

Sylvanas turned and looked at Ares melancholy. In the moonlight, her face was half shrouded in soft white light, half in darkness. But such Sylvanas look even more flavorful. Ares raised his right hand and gently stroked Sylvanas's face. This wasn't the first time he had stroked the face of the Windranger, she was very tender, but a little cold. Ares was a little helpless, and Sylvanas's melancholy temperament was estimated to be impossible to get rid of for the rest of his life.

"But are you sure you'll be able to go back? The Eastern Plaguelands are blocked, none of Lordaeron's armies can cross the Sodoril River, and you can't return to the Eternal Song Forest alone. ”

Ares said with concern.

But Sylvanas didn't speak, she seemed to have the idea in mind. She suddenly turned around and continued to pack her luggage...... Some tools necessary for survival in the wild, as well as some energy food, will ensure that she will make it through the plaguelands.

"I've decided, Ares."

She replied lightly.

At this moment, Ares suddenly felt a little sad, he had already lost her once, and he couldn't have a second time.

In an ambiguous and urgent atmosphere, Ares threw his arms around Sylvanas's waist. With a strong force, he took Sylvanas in his arms.

Sylvanas screamed, then turned and pressed against Ares' chest, she tried to break free, but Ares had more strength. Of course, she didn't really want to break free...... After some struggle, Sylvanas was held in Ares' arms, her towering breasts rising and falling against Ares' chest. Ares could even hear her even breathing.

The more she broke free, the tighter Ares hugged her.

"You can't go back, at least not now. I can't watch my lover go on an adventure and die. We'll go back to Quel'Thalas, we'll go back to the Forest of Eternal Song. But not now, I promise that in two months' time, the Alliance's armies will break through the Scourge blockade and fight the Lich King to the death, but until then, I can't let you take the risk. ”

Ares said, hugging Sylvanas tighter.

Sylvanas stared at Ares, their eyes on each other, each other in their eyes. The moonlight shone into the room, and a gentle aura spread. Again, Ares brought his mouth to Sylvanas' lips. Kissing Sylvanas's pink lips thinly.

For a moment, they forgot everything, forgot who each other was.

Sylvanas's unique fragrance invaded his nose, and Ares couldn't hold it anymore, and he reached into the breastplate of the Windranger, a pair of large, rough hands sliding through the tender abdomen, groping upward...... Just as he was about to hit the two peaks, Sylvanas shoved Ares away from him as if he had woken up from a great dream.

"Sorry, I can't do it yet......"

She whispered, her hair draped over her shoulders, covering part of her face. In an awkward atmosphere, Sylvanas straightened her clothes, closing the buttons of her shirt one by one and puffing up her chest......

……

Kurtilas, Port of Kings.

"Citizens of Kul Tiras, I know that I have no right to ask you to do anything more, you have already done so much for this war. The blood of the dead soldiers and sailors is enough to stain the ocean, and in this war, you have lost your loved ones, your loved ones, your children and your parents, you have lost everything you have, but this war is not over. At this moment, I am as saddened as yours, but now is not the time to mourn, hundreds of thousands of natural plague armies are still wandering the lands of the eastern continent, and ghost ships and undead fleets are still hovering around our land. This is a terrible catastrophe, a storm of death. The fleets of Kurtilas and Theramore have been defeated, and we have no ships available, in other words, the armada that has been protecting the country from foreign aggression all this time is gone. Now, we can only ...... on our own"

In winter, the white sunlight shines on the huge civic square of the city of Kurtilas. Proudmore was standing on the podium, giving her final speech. The war of natural disasters has entered the most critical moment, and everyone is preparing and waiting. Waiting for the moment when the Scourge army launched a general attack, Lordaeron will be in full force, and the Alliance's army has reached the south of Arathi. Everything is waiting for the moment when the decisive battle breaks out. And here, on the island nation of the Endless Sea, Queen Catherine is supporting the war in her own way. It was the only thing she could do.

When she spoke, there was silence in the audience, and people looked at the Queen's resolute eyes, and their hearts were as solid as a rock, even if Catherine had not started a national war, they had already made up their minds to avenge the death of their loved ones. With the exception of a few ruffians of extremely low character, most of them were ready for this final naval battle.

Thousands of fishing and merchant ships of the Kingdom of Kurtilas have gathered in the harbor and are waiting for the day.

All the queen had to do was light this last fire.

"Azeroth is in danger, the Fallen Prince and his army of the undead are trying to destroy our homeland, and once Lordaeron falls, we will be the next target of the Scourge Legion. I have taken out all my personal possessions, opened the treasury, and prepared for this final showdown. Because we have no way out! There is no way back for the kingdom of Kurtilas. ”

Catherine continued

"If we fail again this time, the Scourge will arrive on our land and slaughter our people, and this land will be reduced to a plague land, just like Lordaeron was in the past. Reduced to a place of death. Would you like to see that? ”

"No, never!"

The crowd shouted. They can't wait, and their blood is boiling.

"Decisive Battle...... Decisive battle! ……”

Immediately afterward, more and more roars erupted from the crowd. It was the most painful cry and roar after the loss of loved ones and lovers, and of course, there was no lack of Catherine's pre-arranged to, leading the atmosphere.

When the atmosphere was ignited, Catherine knew that the time had come......