Carrying a heavy mission, Ares and Varian boarded a ship bound for the Eastern Kingdoms and sailed to the Endless Sea, where the fog shrouded the ship, the port of Alpine City faded away, and Gianna's figure gradually disappeared into the mist, becoming a small dot between heaven and earth. Gradually, even the dot disappeared.

Alas......

Ares let out a heavy sigh.

Although maybe in two years, three years, ten years from now, I will see Gianna again. But who knows what the future holds......

Many of the footage is replayed, and Ares remembers the first time he met Gianna, in Dalaran, when the girl had just come out of her previous relationship and was fully engaged in the fight against the natural disaster. And he was the great lord of the Scarlet Monastery at that time. Running around the northern continent, uniting the forces of Lordaeron.

Later, they traveled together in Lordaeron, taking in refugees and fighting the undead of the natural disaster. Unite the Forsaken and disperse the plague. Venture deep into the Silver Pine Forest in search of the Kingdom of Gilneis. And, in the Lost Kingdom, on that rainy night, they opened their hearts and talked about each other's hearts and pasts. In the wooden house of Gilneth Twilight Harbor, they mingled for the first time.

Afterward, they traveled to New Avalon, the Scarlet Crusader's stronghold in the Eastern Plaguelands. and united with the Scarlet Crusaders to unmask Banazar in disguise.

Many, many things are replayed in my mind, like fragments of time, and this sadness is so heavy under the sunset. Reunion, it will. But when? Nobody knows. Ares suddenly remembered the famous saying - life is like a train, you climb on, and the train always stops and starts. You will be with different people, apart. Then, we meet again, and we separate again...... You don't know who you're going to meet until the end......

……

"You're the Ember Bringer?"

On the deck with the sea breeze gusting, a blood elf woman walked over. Ares turned her head and recognized her at first sight, Valeera. One of the Iron Triangle of Varian Arena - Blood Elf Thieves.

Unlike her outfit in the arena, Valera has changed into a civilian outfit at this time, and is no longer the sexy gladiator leather armor. The green trousers couldn't hide the long slender legs, and a pair of full peaks on the chest were about to burst out, as if they were about to break through the thin green shirt. She walked over and, like a man, handed Ares a small bottle of wine.

Without looking, Ares opened the bottle and drank the red liquid inside.

"The Ember Bringer is just a legend."

Ares replied with a faint smile.

"Then you're the legend......"

"Hehe, it's not. I'm just an ordinary person. ”

Ares smiled wryly. At the same time, he handed the empty bottle back to Valeera.

"Don't do that, I've heard a lot about you. Let's talk about it, this trip is so boring, tell me a story. ”

She continued. And approached Ares, almost shoulder to shoulder. A slender face leaned over with a playful and curious expression.

"Miss, if you want to hear a story, then I don't have time to talk to you, you can find the other people on this boat, each of them has a story. You don't have to look for me. I said, I'm just an ordinary person. ”

When she first met Valeera, Ares didn't actually dislike her. It's just that I'm in a bad mood, and my relationship with Gianna is messy. At this time, someone interjected in to make small talk, which could not relieve this depressed mood.

But Valilla seems unrelenting, and she is interested in Ares......

"No, people with stories say they are ordinary people. And those ordinary people, most of them like to brag. I can see that you, like Lagersh, have your own story. Even, you all have a smell of vicissitudes in you. ”

She continued.

"Really? Do I look vicissitudes? ”

Ares returned with a smile, but his gaze continued to look out to sea, into the distance.

"Yes, don't you feel it yourself?"

"Okay, okay, it's normal not to feel it, people like you, most of you. Disdain under the adoring gaze of others. ”

"I'm not dismissive of people."

Ares argued. As soon as he turned his head, his gaze met Valilla again. I have to say that the eyes of the blood elves are beautiful, and they have angelic faces, as if they came out of a fairy tale. It's so beautiful that it's a little unreal. This is unmatched by human women. Even a naturally beautiful woman like Gianna can't compare to the beauty of a blood elf woman. The two are not at the same level. However, Ares has more affection for Gianna than simple physical contact.

"But I can feel your impatience."

Valera said, turning her head as well, looking at the distant sea.

"Say, where are we going on this voyage?"

Without waiting for Ares to retort, she continued. If Ares is a goshawk with a heavy burden, then Valera is like a deer that travels lightly and takes off the leather armor of the arena, she is like an innocent girl next door, which reminds Ares of the Gianna of the past......

"Stormwind."

Ares replied.

"What kind of place is that?"

Valera asked.

"Big city...... It has spacious streets, thriving markets, endless convoys, and dense crowds. ”

"Have you been?"

"No, I haven't."

Ares replied with a faint smile.

"Then how do you know?"

"Ragash told me."

They chatted without a word......

"You're a blood elf, how did you get to Karimdor?"

Ares asked suddenly.

"It's a long story. Actually, I'm an orphan. ”

"Oh, sorry......"

"It's okay, there's nothing to hide. When I was very young, my parents left me, I grew up hungry and cold, there was no one to take me in, and in order to survive, I had to do petty theft often to make ends meet. Well, that's what I did. Sometimes it's a piece of bacon, sometimes it's an egg or two, sometimes it's just a slice of breadcrumbs. But in short, steal and I'll be able to live. If I don't steal, I'll starve to death. I spent my childhood in this environment until one time I failed to steal. It was the baggage of an orc, I didn't know it was a soldier. So, I was caught by them. They forced me to choose between being enslaved or beheaded. In the end, I chose to be enslaved. At least, there's something to eat......"

Valera said, a faint sadness in her eyes. The sea breeze ruffled her hair, and a few messy strands of hair stuck to Ares' face......