"Demons! Come on, let you taste the power of the Hammer Knight! ”

While Varian and Ares led their army into the depths of the castle, the griffin knight Furstad was also over the Hellfire Fortress, fighting a sea of orcs and demon guards. A great demon stared at him, waving its misshapen membranous wings as it scurried close to the Hammer Knight Furstad.

However, the Hammer Dwarves are uncompromising. Furstad harnessed his griffin around the demon and roared and attacked.

With a thunderous roar of lightning, the griffin rushed towards the demon.

In the air, the Storm Warhammer was thrown violently, and the whistling warhammer smashed into the demon's head, dragging out a long band of blue lightning!

In the next second, the Great Demon was smashed into the skull by a whistling war hammer, and fell down with a wail.

Like a burning meteorite, it smashed heavily on the wall of hellfire, raising up the ashes in the sky.

"Haha, I said, you're not my opponent!"

The joy of victory instantly flooded Furstad's brain. The Hammer Dwarf harnessed his griffon down at a rapid pace, and then landed directly on the archdemon. From the air, Furstad's body was so far apart from the demon's body.

But the dwarves won. Yes, it looks like this......

……

"Roar...... Roar ......"

A scream came from the hall of blood, and under the astonished gaze of everyone, Ares and Varian were like two butchers, stabbing frantically at the Abyss Lord, who had fallen to the ground, and the Ember Bringer and Saramaine continued to cut down, disemboweling the demon. Magma-hot blood poured out of Matheridon's body.

It wasn't until someone in the crowd shouted that the thieves and druids had been trapped in the dungeon that Ares and Varian stopped and ran towards the dark dungeon as if awakened.

"Holy Light...... Bless Valeera ......"

Running down the dark staircase, Ares prayed silently in his heart.

Varian, too, grimaced. Valera and Browle are his comrades in life and death, and this war was originally nothing for them...... Well, he didn't want to think about it anymore, otherwise he would be about to resent Ares......

A few minutes later, after taking care of several Demon Guardians and Cerberus, Ares and Valera made their way to the deepest dark dungeon of the Hellfire Fortress.

Here, Ares meets Valeera, who is dying......

Blood was dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her whole body was covered in scars, and she was hanging from the frame, and the skin on her wrists was worn out and the flesh was blurred. It's hard to imagine what kind of torture Valeera went through during this time. The soldiers rescued the two of them from the torture rack. Ares strode up and removed his cloak and placed it over Valeera.

"I'm sorry ......"

Looking at Valeera, who was covered in scarred clothes, Ares shed tears of pain. My heart was full of guilt and self-blame. If he had stopped her at the time, it wouldn't have led to the way she is now.

He hugged her, caressing her hair, and a warm glow appeared in the dark dungeon, as Ares tried to heal his lover with the power of the Light. But it doesn't seem to work well, the light can heal the superficial scars, but it can't wake Valeera up.

"What's wrong with them?"

Ares asked aloud with tears in her voice.

"Evil power...... They forced her to suck the Ogre ...... Now her body has been occupied by the power of darkness. ”

Archmage Romans said. In fact, he had seen it before, and his people, under the guidance of Illidan, hunted demons, then absorbed their energy, and in the end, they all became like Valeera. It's just that the orc warlock seems to be forcing Valera to absorb more demonic power. It has seriously exceeded the limits of her acceptance.

Romans spoke, and with Ares' permission, he opened Valeera's eyelids with his delicate fingers. Valeera's pupils could be seen to have turned green...... Ares was emotionally devastated......

"Why are they doing this?!"

Grabbing the corner of Romans' coat, Ares asked angrily.

"Perhaps, the demon wants a new experiment......"

Romans returned calmly. Although he was equally reluctant to see his people look like this, he was clearly much calmer than Ares now.

Equally furious was Varian. The King of Storm gritted his teeth and vowed to make the outlands of the demons pay for their blood. Broll and Valera were two of his most trusted comrades. Without them, they would have died a hundred times, and they had saved themselves countless times in the arena.

"Treatment, what is the treatment plan?"

In grief, Ares relieved himself and asked about the blood elf master Romans.

"It takes a long period of recuperation, using magical energy to heal and dispel the dark power in her body."

Romans replied succinctly.

"How long will it take?"

Ares continued to ask.

"Three, five, or ten, or ......"

"Or what?!"

Ares roared.

"Or never wake up. She was forced to absorb too much demonic power, and these dark forces were eroding her sanity, and she had to rely on her own will to fight against this power. I guess that's the purpose of the demon experiments, which want to corrupt all races on the planet, just as they corrupt the orcs. Having different races kill each other, rather than relying on them in person, is a common trick of the devils. ”

Romans replied.

Ares instantly understood that there was no solution to this spell, it could only be treated slowly, and whether it could be resurrected or not was completely dependent on the will of the individual. Of course, a quiet environment can be beneficial for recuperation. No, Lordaeron is threatened by the undead of natural disasters every day, and the air is polluted. Neither can Quel'Thalas, who is desperate to protect itself, and even if Silvermoon City is rebuilt, Quel'Thalas is vulnerable without the Sunwell. Ironforge is a melting pot, and Valeera can't recover by listening to the sound of banging every day. Well, there's only Stormwind...... Stormwind's Mage District is a quiet and elegant place that, under the influence of magic, is a great place to heal all year round.

Yes, there it is. Ares made up his mind from the bottom of his heart.

"Varian, I have a request."

"I know, you want to place Valera in Stormwind."

Facing the face, Varian said with a heavy heart.

Obviously, he was thinking about this just now.

"Hmm."

Ares said.

"I will send the best warriors to escort her back to Stormwind, Valera is not only your lover, but also my comrade-in-arms. She's in Stormwind and will be well healed. ”

Varian said.

"Send her to the mage zone and let the mages do everything they can to heal her. Find a quiet room and send a few maids to take turns watching her. If she wakes up......"

Ares said......

The Hellfire Fortress Siege is over, the Otherworldly Portal is closed, and the Orcs are scattered, which would have been a great victory. However, it didn't make Ares feel too much excitement, and even said that sadness accounted for most of it. Victory, but people are gone, what is the point of such a victory? It's better to go back to the original state.