"Thank you, High Lord, for allowing me to see my mother again in my lifetime...... I thank you from the bottom of my heart......"

On the way back from Deathknell, little Fred was relieved. That night in town, he talked a lot with his deceased mother. Their days in Lordaeron, their vacation at Fort Kelmead, their time in Stormwind, everything was a beautiful slice of the past, the world of the living and the dead, like a colorful oil painting. It's sad.

"Needless to say, this is my promise to you, I have to do it."

Putting his arm on the boy's shoulder, Ares replied with a smile.

"Great Lord, I want to ask you something, can you answer me honestly?"

Little Fred asked suddenly, worriedly.

"Tell me, what's the matter? I promise you, I will answer honestly. ”

Ares said with a smile.

"In the future, will you use your arms against these undead? Forehead...... I mean, they're the forgotten......"

Fred asked nervously. Judging from his experience and age, he already knew that he shouldn't ask such a question, but the strong emotional impact of seeing his mother that day still made him boldly ask this question.

"No, unless they attack Lordaeron on their own initiative. Otherwise, I swear by my life that the Knights of the Silver Hand will never take the initiative to attack the Forsaken. And not only will I not let my knights attack the Forsaken, but if I have the chance, I will unite them to attack the Lich King. The Scourge has taken their lives, taken away our once beautiful home, and we must unite all forces we can to fight it. It doesn't matter if it's the Forsaken, or whatever. ”

Ares replied earnestly. The next moment, the expression on the boy's face was relieved. He knew that the Knights, including the Lordaeron Militia, were on a mission to destroy the undead. Now, with Ares' promise, he was relieved. Of course, the truth is that he will not be able to see his mother easily again. After all, the worlds of the living and the dead are different. Even with a physical body, his mother is still an undead. They can't be together as naturally as they were when they were alive. Young Fred had the feeling of growing up overnight.

"Thank you, High Lord, for your promise......"

Fred said, a look of adoration and gratitude in his eyes. In his eyes, the paladin's personality charm has been raised again, they seem to be sages, the purest people in the world. He survived because of the help of the paladin on the day the city of Lordaeron was broken. And his reunion with his mother and the ascension of his soul also came from the paladin...... Beneath that heavy armor lies the holiness and selflessness of the soul.

For a moment, little Fred felt a hint of excitement in his heart.

"Great Lord, I have one more request......

The boy's eyes sparkled with excitement and hope.

"Say, I think I should be able to grant your request."

Ares smiled.

"I want to join the Knights of the Silver Hand......"

Fred said. His expression was serious and serious, although he was only seventeen years old, which was not yet the minimum age to join the Order......

"Fred, that's a good idea, but your age...... You seem to be only seventeen years old this year, but the Order has a rule that you must be at least eighteen years old to join. ”

Ares looked embarrassed, he didn't want to discourage the boy, but he had to tell him the concrete reality. What Ares wanted to tell him was that even if he was the head of the Order, he could not break these rules, the Order had iron discipline, it was holy and glorious.

After Ares finished speaking, a look of loss flashed across Fred Jr.'s face. But he didn't complain about the big lord in front of him, the head of the knights.

"There are still six months to go...... Well...... I'll wait a little longer......"

He whispered.

……

"We train, we sacrifice, we bleed, we come from the ordinary, and we end up back in the ordinary. The Knights of the Silver Hand is an honorable organization, but it is not an organization for you to show off. On the contrary, silence is golden. Everything we do is for the people, for the people of Lordaeron who are suffering for the thousands of people. In order to completely drive the Scourge Legion out of our homeland. We will do our best to achieve this goal. However, beyond that, we are nothing but mortals, ordinary people. It's an ordinary citizen of Lordaeron. ”

Standing on the podium in the Great Hall of the Order, Ares gave his routine speech in a calm mood. It was not a very important speech, but it was necessary. The Holy Light favors people who are willing to give, obscure, and not for fame and fortune. If someone in the Order joins the Order for fame and fortune, then they will defile the Order of the Silver Hand. The Light will also move the Knights farther and farther away. Therefore, every speech is not an important speech, but it is very necessary.

"You come from all walks of life, from farmers to fishermen, to blacksmiths, to knights, and even to nobles. But here, you are all equal, and we are all believers in the Light. If you feel that your status is unbalanced in the Order, and that obscurity is a pain, then please leave the Order. If you joined the Order because of its reputation, then please leave here. The Knights of the Silver Hand is a sacred organization. We welcome warriors from all walks of life, whether you are a nobleman or a beggar, whether you are a hero admired by all, or a wanderer who has no fixed home. As long as you join the Order, this is your home. You know, we have only one mission, to protect innocent civilians and clean up the plague of natural disasters. ”

"But before we can do these two things, we must first purify our souls."

Looking at the thousands of pious members of the Knights in the audience, Ares continued.

He glanced at it and saw a thin figure standing outside the glass window of the chapel, it was Fred...... A heavy sense of responsibility weighed on Ares' shoulders even more. Unconsciously, he has become a flaunt and model for tens of millions of people.

……

"That's a good point, but I wonder if you've done it yourself?"

By the time the speech was over, Sylvanas was already outside the door, her hands crossed over the railing, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the auditorium, pretending to be careless. But Ares knew that the Windranger had listened carefully to what he had just said. She became more and more concerned about herself, and she cared more and more about herself, and from this, Ares felt a long-lost satisfaction.

"What do you say?"

Hooking Sylvanas' small, delicate nose, Ares asked with a smile.