"Now you know why I'm pretending to be a civilian and staying overnight, right?"

As he went upstairs and entered the room, Ares smiled and spoke to Sylvanas.

The relieved look on Sylvanas' face could be seen.

"Well, got it...... It seems that you can't stay in Lordaeron all the time and become deaf. ”

She half-jokingly returned.

"Yes, I came out to know what the civilians really thought of me. It also made me feel more confident. If I had just asked the mage to teleport the army directly to Southsea Town and capture Baltona, we wouldn't have had so much useful information and intel out there. Moreover, to catch Baltona directly, we have no reason. He has 10,000 reasons not to send troops, and we can't do anything with him for any reason. Evidence must be held that he is capable of sending troops without sending them. That's why I'm contacting Fred. ”

"If the Knights are directly used to arrest him back to Lordaeron, then I will really become a tyrant in the hearts of the people of Lordaeron."

Removing the Ember Messenger from his body, Ares said relaxedly.

Sylvanas had climbed into bed and sat on her feet, ready to sleep. They've been on the road for the day, and even the energetic Windrangers need to rest. Ares didn't think much of it, and although they were in the same room, Ares slept in a different bed.

At night, Ms. Bai climbed the branches, and it was so peaceful, like a quiet and clear lake, rippling with hope and peace. But Ares knew that there was never peace in Azeroth. Since the birth of two major races, trolls and subgenarians, there has been a protracted war on the planet.

Lady White's moonlight poured into the room, reflecting Sylvanas's delicate and feminine face. For a moment, for a moment, Ares seemed to see Valeera's shadow. But the shadow soon disappeared without a trace. Maybe it's my own hallucination. Ares let out a sigh. Sylvanas rolled over, spitting out some outdated High Elf language that Ares didn't understand, perhaps just some of the elven ranger's dreams.

……

"Great Lord, Great Lord, is it really you?"

A few days later, when Ares appeared in Southsea Town, Fred, the son of Baltona, met with Ares and Sylvanas. The young nobleman looked at Ares with an almost adoring and excited gaze. It was he who brought Ares and Sylvanas into the city to avoid being guarded by the guards.

"Well, it's me, Ares. Mogrian. Hello, little Fred. ”

Ares said, holding out his right hand in greeting. Fred hurriedly stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Ares's palms and wrists. That earnestness reminded Ares of when he had just joined the Order. It's also such a mood of anticipation and enthusiasm.

Ares smiled and motioned for the young man in front of him to sit down.

"Great Lord, I've heard about your deeds for a long time. You are my idol, you are the hero of Lordaeron, no, you are the hero of Azeroth. The Battle of the Hand of Tyr, the Rebirth of the Ember Bringer, the War of the Angela Worms, and the Expedition to the Outlands...... All of this inspires me all the time. I can't believe that I can see you in my lifetime. ”

The boy said, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation. It's fair to say that over the years, Ares has seen too many of these individual hero cults, but this time it seems different, and the boy gives himself the impression that he is very enthusiastic and full of passion in his heart. Maybe he could make a good paladin...... Ares suddenly said this to himself in his heart.

But this thought only flashed for a moment, and he came here today for not the purpose of this.

"Hehe, it's not so legendary, many deeds have been processed and praised by folk artists. In fact, every war is not won by me alone. There are thousands of hot-blooded men who rushed to the forefront with me, and only then did Azeroth have today. That's why we have Lordaeron today. All of this is done by unity, not by me alone. What can I do alone? Kill a hundred or a thousand undead at most, and eventually they will be swallowed up by the swarm and the sea of zombies. ”

Ares said with a smile. You can see that the hope and enthusiasm in the boy's eyes are still alive.

"Either way, you're a legend."

"By the way, what you asked me to bring, I brought it."

Fred said, taking out a delicate parchment roll from his pocket.

"It's a record of what he did."

The boy said coldly. Ares noticed that Fred used only one "he" when referring to his father. He didn't even want to use the word father to call Baltona anymore.

"Fred, I'm sad about your mother. I've inquired where she is. ”

Ares spoke in a heavy voice as he looked at the parchment roll handed by the young man.

"Really? Do you know where my mother is? Where is she? ”

"Don't get excited, it might make you sad and sad. Fred, you have to promise me that whatever I'm going to tell you next, you're going to carry it because you're an adult. Some things, it's cruel, but you have to accept it. The Light will be with you. ”

Ares said in a deep voice. From Ares's words, Fred could already guess a thing or two. His face turned ugly. But he still mustered up the courage and said seriously-

"Say, big lord, I'll listen......"

"Your mother is dead. In that great escape...... Yes, she was left behind, bitten to death by hordes of undead zombies. ”

After Ares finished speaking, he could see that the boy's whole body was not well. Or rather, his psychological defenses collapsed...... He can be seen holding back his tears and emotions with all his might. The mother who had been looking for many years was finally found dead when she was finally found. This pain will last a lifetime.

"Fred, I'm sorry, I can only bring you such news. But you still have a chance to meet her. Your mother has become the Forsaken......"

Seeing that half of the parchment was tossed aside by Ares, he handed it to Sylvanas to read, and walked up to the young boy Fred, and said as he took the boy's shoulder with his large, warm and rough hand.

"Forsaken?"

The boy clearly did not understand what Ares was talking about. He raised his head, and his eyes were already full of water.

"Well, they are the undead, the resurrected undead. But they have an independent will and are not controlled by anyone, and their strong souls have freed them from the Lich King's control and become a special race. They do not belong to the living, but they do not belong to the dead......"

Ares said sadly.

"Can you take me to see her?"

The boy spoke in silence. That's where he missed for countless days and nights, even if his mother was no longer the one with life......

"Well, when I'm done with this matter, we'll go find your mother......"

Holding Fred's emaciated shoulders, Ares swore a swear.