"Alas, it's hard to imagine how you've come over the years......"

Ares sighed.

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to persevere. You know, the High Elves have never been defeated by any difficulty in their nine thousand years of existence, and even after being slaughtered by the Scourge, the High Elves are still tenacious, although our numbers are very small. ”

Sylvanas said, a grief in her eyes. No matter how strong she is, the facts are the facts, and the current blood elves have no other people except for the thousands of elves who remained in Quel'Salas and the expeditionary force led by Winlessa. The blood elves who followed Kael'thas could no longer be called elves, they had become slaves of demons, living on their powers. It is ironic that a race that has been fighting against demons for tens of thousands of years has finally become slaves and tools of demons......

Ares wanted to put his hand on Sylvanas's shoulder to comfort her, as he had done before. But not now, she already has Valeera, and Sylvanas won't allow a man who has a relationship with another female elf to take her shoulder.

"And when are you going to tell Winlessa the truth? I don't think she seems to know about Kael'thas going over to the devil. ”

Ares continued.

"That's what I feared, it was too cruel for Winlessa, and she was full of hope and devoted all her energy to leading my people to rebuild Quel'Thalas, so that one day her prince would return, and now I was going to tell her that her prince would not return, and that she would become an enemy of the Blood Elves, and what a cruel blow it would be to her, do you think? After I knew the truth, I was also lost for a long time. You know, it's not an easy task to recover from this blow. ”

Sylvanas sighed. Ares noticed that she was still wearing the blue gemstone necklace on her chest.

"You're still wearing it."

Ares asked.

"Yes."

Sylvanas replied, turning her head.

"I saw that Winlessa was wearing an identical jewel necklace, and hers was white. Your eldest sister Aurelia ......"

"Her one is still with me, and I've always carried it."

Sylvanas said, taking out the jeweled necklace from his bosom that was identical, except for a different color.

"We'll help you find your sister."

Ares said earnestly.

"It's difficult, I've been searching in the Outlands for so long, and I haven't heard a trace of her whereabouts, and none of the survivors of the Alliance Expeditionary Force have been found."

Sylvanas said sadly.

……

"You and Sylvanas?"

After a brief reunion, Ares returned to his tent. Here, Valeera has been waiting for a long time. The elven assassin sat on the ground with a displeased expression, grinding his dagger with a stone. When talking to Ares, he didn't even want to turn his face away.

"Oh...... A long, long time ago, I fought with her in the Battle of Silvermoon City. ”

As soon as Valeera spoke, Ares knew what was upset about her. In order to dispel the concerns of the Blood Elf Assassin, Ares walked over and sat beside her gently and explained.

"That's all?"

Valilla turned her head and asked. Only then did Ares realize that there was a tear in the corner of her eye. It's probably a trace of crying alone when no one is in private. Alas, women are just sentimental...... Love yourself and think ...... Ares sighed. But I had to coax the girl in front of me. Yes, even though Valera is older than herself, in the elven world, she is just a child......

"That's all."

Ares replied calmly.

"Then why did she say at the meeting that she knew you well? Sylvanas doesn't look at you the same way! Also, there is no strangeness between you and her at all. This is by no means an ordinary comrade-in-arms! ”

Valera said dissatisfied.

After listening to this, Ares suddenly realized that the elven assassin beside him was extremely observant, and that the conversation he had just had with Sylvanas might have also been discovered by her......

"Well, let me tell you, Sylvanas and I are indeed just comrades-in-arms, but I once saved her, so there is some affection in it. However, there will be no more, because that is a thing of the past. ”

Putting his arm around Valeera's shoulders, Ares whispered.

……

"No, that's not true!"

A few days later, Sylvanas told Winlesa the truth. The results were obvious, and Winlessa simply could not accept such a fact. She screamed as if the whole world had collapsed before her eyes. Falsehood? The truth? Does it matter? What is the truth? Is there a truth behind the so-called truth? Is there a lie behind a lie?

She stopped Sylvanas' care......

Hiding in the corner, her hands propped up her head, her long silver-white hair slid through her hands, and a crystal tear flickered in the corner of her eye. Kael'thas betrayed not only the disillusionment of hope, but also Winlessa's knowledge of the world, from now on, perhaps she will no longer dare to trust the world, if the most trustworthy prince will betray, will turn to the devil. So who else in this world can be trusted? Also, she wanted to wait for Kael'thas to return, so she would return the burden at hand to the prince and return to her husband Ronin. However, if Kael'thas did betray his people, he would become a veritable leader of Quel'Thalas......

"Sister...... I know this is painful for you, and I can't accept it for a while. But reality is reality, we have to rely on ourselves, there is no savior, there is no prince. ”

Sylvanas walked over and whispered comfortingly.

Ares stood aside, his heart heavy, unable to do anything. If even Sylvanas can't comfort Winlessa, let alone herself.

"Then am I going to draw my sword against my prince in the future? We're going to aim an arrow at his heart, aren't we? ”

Winlessa wept. She knew that it was not only she who could not accept it, but also the thousands of fellow Blood Elves who were eagerly waiting for the return of the Prince. The title of Blood Elf, given to them by their prince, means that they will always remember history, revenge, natural disasters and undead, and the great trauma caused by demons to their homeland. And now this revenge has been transferred to his own prince?

"Don't you understand? Sister, he is no longer our prince! If you see him with your own eyes, you'll know. You and I both know the symptoms that can occur when you are infected by evil energy. Now Kael'thas is like that, his eyes flashed with strange green magic, his voice became like that of a devil, his power increased greatly, but it was no longer pure magical power, but it was full of dark demonic power. ”

Sylvanas continued. Her slender arms pressed against Winlessa's equally limp shoulders. Then he hugged his sister and cried, the picture in front of him was too beautiful...... Ares didn't dare to look at it......