On a rainy night in the hills of Hillsbrad, Ares and Sylvanas walked into a normal hotel. Like all hostels, this small hostel is divided into three floors, with a tavern and kitchen on the ground floor and a small courtyard. The second and third floors are the guest rooms. In order to replenish their strength, Ares and Sylvanas walked directly into the tavern on the first floor, which, like most human taverns, was filled with vulgar banter and the sound of dice shaking.

Travelers, vagabonds, adventurers, and vendors crowded into this tavern of less than 100 square meters, drinking the cheapest drinks, chatting and bragging. The arrival of Ares and Sylvanas did not attract their attention in the slightest, until Sylvanas took off his black cloak and revealed his innocent and delicate elven face, which attracted the attention of all the men present.

But the bow and arrow on her back had already proven her identity, a High Elf Ranger. This kind of role can't be provoked in any way. This made the other human males shake their heads helplessly. They had to sit in their seats, looking at the slender figure of the elven ranger and swallowing their saliva, but they didn't dare to think of anything else.

"Boiled eggs, two slices of bread, silver leaf mushrooms, yams."

Ares ordered a few meals casually, then sat down and poured a small wine.

"Ares...... You can order some of the food you like, you don't have to order all vegetarian ......"

Sitting across from Ares, Sylvanas whispered. But Ares just smiled and didn't answer.

When the not-so-sumptuous meal was served, the two began to fill their stomachs with these simple foods. I can't see their different identities at all. Before Ares became a great lord, he lived this kind of coarse life, and the food was already good. Sylvanas was a bit more demanding, but what was in front of him was barely palatable.

"Hey, have you heard, the High Lord is gathering his army and heading to the capital of Lordaeron. It is said that a new plague is spreading and spreading. The High Lord is preparing more soldiers to deal with the Scourge Legion that may arrive at any time. ”

Ares and Sylvanas nibbled on hard bread as they listened to the conversation of the various crowds around them. The words of an arms dealer caught their attention.

Pretending to be still filling their stomachs, Ares and Sylvanas listened carefully to their conversations.

"Which Great Lord?"

The ruffian on the other side asked.

"Which one else could there be? Ares, Ares. Mogrian. In the whole of Lordaeron, he alone has the power to mobilize the legions. Hehe, of course the council guys can do that, but I don't expect them to do anything. ”

The vendor replied with a burp as he drank a high-strength beer.

"Ares...... Well, he did do a lot when he came back. But those works ...... It's a little too big. I mean, I'm not optimistic about the development of the west. It was deserted, the weather was humid and cold. Few people want to live there. ”

A wine vendor chimed in.

"We don't understand this, or really like he said, once the port is built and there is thriving trade, it will naturally lead to the vitality of that area."

"As for the Scourge Legion...... Whether Ares is alarmist or not, I support him. After all, without him, there would be no Lordaeron now. ”

The weapons dealer said.

"But I've heard that the lords of Southsea Town have been reluctant to send troops to Lordaeron lately."

Just as a few vendors and civilians were chatting hotly, Ares interjected. He was covered with stubble, and his face was rough like that of an old fisherman. No one would have guessed that he was a nobleman, or even a great lord as they called him.

"You're talking about Barr?"

"Well, besides him, which other lord of Nanhai Town has?"

"Barr, he's just a piece of shit. What has he done all these years? Nanhai Town has developed, but without the support of Lordaeron, Nanhai Town would still be a small village. Using his position and power, he acquired many workshops and manors, farms, and now Nanhai Town, how many people dare to compete with him? Almost all of it was his property. We, the civilians, have also suffered from this, and the town of Nanhai is the most volatile. ”

The wine vendor complained. The ruffians on the side had been staring at Ares, perhaps he had noticed what made Ares different. But Ares didn't look at him much, and even if he sensed that he was different, he couldn't prove anything. This is the era of cold weapons, but there are no televisions and cameras, and the face of Ares is only known to those great nobles and high-ranking members of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"It's strange why Ares doesn't punish such scum."

Facing a few drunken vendors, Ares gritted his teeth.

"Maybe he didn't even know there was such a thing."

The ruffian finally spoke, which reassured Ares a little. It seems that he doesn't really recognize himself, but he just feels that the man in front of him is not like an adventurer, but a person with status.

"Then let him know!"

Ares said excitedly.

"Dude, save your efforts, how do you let him know? Ares was in Lordaeron's palace, and he probably had to deal with countless things every day. How can he have time to read your idle letters? Besides, ninety-nine percent of your letters will not reach him. There were so many people in the whole of Lordaeron, and one out of a hundred people wrote to him, and he couldn't finish reading it. Do you think he'll have time to read your 'boring' advice letters? Also, if it is intercepted by Baltona's people, things will be in trouble. Who wants to set the fire on the rise? We are just civilians and can't do anything. ”

The sleepy-eyed wine vendor said. His eyes then turned to Sylvanas behind Ares, who gave him a fierce look, and the peddler immediately became so energetic that he didn't even dare to look at it more......

"In fact, in the months since Ares returned to Lordaeron, many civilians have benefited a lot. At least, many people around me have been given jobs. Build roads, build ports, although I am tired, but at least I have a salary. Food is guaranteed, and there are extra silver coins to find a prostitute to entertain. It's at least much better than being a refugee in Stormwind and looking at other people's faces. ”

The weapons dealer said with a burp.

Now, Ares understands what the real public sentiment is. In the royal city of Lordaeron before, everything I heard was one-sided, and it was all one-sided. There is no representativeness, but this time I went deep into the common people, and what I learned was the real people's feelings. The civilians did not have the heart to rebel, which was what Ares was most pleased with. You can see Sylvanas on the side, and she also cast a smiling gaze.