In the camp of the alliance after the end of the war, the crowd was resting in the corner, they had already exhausted all their physical strength in the previous battle. Yes, it's just exhaustion and pain. This pain is not only physical, but also mental.

Some of the scenes of the battles will stay with the young soldiers for the rest of their lives, the flames of the demons, the bruised companions of the war, and the people who have been impaled by the demon's weapons, some of these images will be etched in the minds of the soldiers. It has become a nightmare that will never be erased in the future.

The priests were still overdrawn and running around, treating the wounded. However, some people's wounds are never healed. For example, those who lost their legs and feet in battles, lost their arms. For example, those who have suffered eye injuries and become permanently blind. This kind of injury, no matter how strong the Holy Light is, it can't do anything about it.

"...... Ares"

Seeing Ares standing on the tower with a heavy heart, Sylvana Strei followed, handing Ares a special drink.

"What is this?"

The drink in Windranger's hand was a faintly blue color, and some phosphor resembling substance floated in it. It looks wonderful and sophisticated.

"Morning dew wine, I added a little dream dust, and it became like this. You can try it, maybe it will help you relax and have a good night's sleep. ”

Sylvanas said with a smile. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and two cute little dimples instantly formed on both sides of her mouth.

"Thanks, it's the first time I've had such an expensive drink."

Ares smiled and took the glass from Sylvanas's hand and was about to drink it down.

"Wait, drink slowly. There's a lot of stamina, and I promise you'll not even be able to walk steadily. ”

Sylvanas reminded.

"Well, anyway, thank you for your hospitality."

"Actually, it's not a precious wine, it's just a very ordinary drink. Collect the morning dew and make it naturally from ruby grapes, and the key is that those dream dusts are more difficult to obtain. That requires the mage to separate and refine from a special raw material. Usually when we go on expeditions, we carry very few of these things, and mine ran out two years ago. This I am giving you now is what Winlessa gave me. ”

Ares sipped the elven wine while listening to Sylvanas' introduction. When he heard Sylvanas talk about his share running out, and now it belonged to his sister Winlessa, Ares was suddenly a little moved. It seems that Queen Xi is still very good to herself......

"Sorry, I didn't know this was a masterpiece ......"

"It's okay, you need it more than I do."

Ares was about to pretend to refuse, but Sylvanas pushed back with a direct smile, her hand pressed against Ares' big rough hand, and her eyes were full of care.

"When I get back to Lordaeron, I'll make sure I'll get you a better bottle for you."

Ares took another sip and swore an oath.

"How do you get it? This thing needs to rely on luck, and not every mage has that good luck to refine the dust of dreams. ”

Sylvanas smiled faintly. When Ares heard this, he handed the drink back and asked Sylvanas to take a sip of it.

"Less disgusting, I'll not take your saliva after you've drunk."

Sylvanas said with a little coquettishness.

"Haha......"

Ares laughed heartily.

"Let's get down to business, when can the coalition forces leave for Storm Fortress?"

Sylvanas asked.

"In three days, send the wounded away, and we'll set off at once. There's never been a better time to take advantage of the Burning Legion's heavy blows, kill the lair, and close their portals. I don't want the Oakington tragedy to happen again. ”

Ares' expression became serious.

"That's good, my people can't wait. On the battlefield that day, I saw another Kael'thas who was even more terrifying than when I left Stormkeep. I don't know if you noticed, but I saw it, and his eyes flashed almost all with madness. Kael'thas had a shred of sanity when I left Stormkeep, and now it seems that evil has wiped out the last shred of his sanity. And my former companions and comrades-in-arms, alas......"

Sylvanas let out a sad sigh. How hard it is to raise a longbow and aim at your companions......

"Rest assured, the nightmare is coming to an end."

Ares said, reassuring him by placing his hand on Sylvanas' slender shoulder.

Sylvanas put her hands on the guardrail and didn't say a word. She looked into the distance, and looked at the huge camp, which was full of soldiers who had been wounded in battle, and her heart was full of melancholy.

"By the way, what have Ronin and Wenlesa been doing in the past two days? Every time I see him, I always run mysteriously to your sister. ”

Ares suddenly remembered something and asked Sylvanas. The camp of the blood elves and the camp of the alliance are separate, so if it weren't for Sylvanas running to find him, Ares would not know anything about what happened in the blood elf army, after all, the army of Silvermoon City had said before the war - they joined the war in the form of a third party and did not belong to the alliance. Like the Hammer Dwarves, Ares has no right to know all about them.

"Ronin? Oh, he's making a weapon for my sister. Enchantment of Winlessa's bow, to be exact. ”

"Enchantment?"

Ares was a little surprised. In the past, I've heard of enchanting swords and shields, but I've never heard of bows and arrows that can also be enchanted. Of course, just because an ordinary mage can't do it doesn't mean that Luo Ning can't do it......

"Yes, and ...... It's almost a success......"

Sylvanas continued.

"It's all about the bow, not the arrow. Ronin meant that he wanted to enchant Winlessa's bow so that ordinary arrows could have magical power when they were fired. ”

When Sylvanas finished speaking, Ares felt a wave of surprise. In Azeroth, there is no bow that can automatically shoot magic arrows, except for the legendary Solidar. Wrath of the Stars - the best of the Sunwell Heights. But now that the battle of Sunwell Heights has not yet taken place, at this rate, the devil knows if it will happen...... But now that I heard that Luo Ning is specializing in this thing, does Luo Ning want to make an orange bow for his wife by himself?

Ares was thinking about it, and was interrupted again by Sylvanas's words—

"He had experimented many times before, but without success, and the other day he seemed to have found inspiration, and according to Ronin's own words, he poured the power of arcane power into the bowstring, instead of the bow. The archer only needs to pull the bowstring to shoot out waves of magical energy from above, just like a violin player. All you need to do is pull the strings and you can produce great music. ”

Sylvanas continued.