Endless clouds hung over Quel'Thalas, over the majestic and gorgeous Silvermoon City, and the autumn wind ruffled Sylvanas's hair, the long golden hair fluttering in the wind, but the Ranger General's face was full of sorrow. In one day, two thousand High Elf rangers and guards had already been killed, but the havoc had only just begun.

Outside the city, the Scourge Legion's meat grinder is creaking, and Sylvanas knows that it is a prelude to the siege of the undead army, and the necromancer will gather the useless limbs of the battlefield and put them into the meat grinder, making corpse bullets for the defenders of Silvermoon City. The endless cold winter has arrived, and an atmosphere of despair has spread throughout the city.

"A gem, does it have special magic?"

On the castle tower, Ares walked over with a tired look on his face, and said as he stroked Sylvanas's shoulder.

"No, there isn't."

Sylvanas turned, her hair blown up by the wind, covering her beautiful face, and she ran her hand through the long hair, tossing it over her shoulders. The moment was so beautiful at sunset, and Ares wished that time could stop there. Unfortunately, the Scourge Legion outside the city is a constant reminder that time is running out to breathe freely.

"What's the special meaning of that?"

"Yes, it's my sister Aurelia's necklace, my mother gave each of our three sisters a one, the green is mine, this one, it's my eldest sister Aurelia, a few years ago, in order to keep the orcs out of the portal forever, she and a paladin, led the alliance army, through the dark gate, and has not been heard from since."

Sylvanas said, looking into the distance. In their lifetimes, they don't know if their sisters can be reunited.

Ares saw that it was a delicate blue gem, reflecting a dazzling blue glow in the setting sun. Just like the person who holds it, it is noble, refined, and pure.

"Maybe one day, the three of you sisters will be together. And your brother, yes, your family, maybe one day, there will be a reunion, there will be. ”

Putting his arm around Sylvanas' soft shoulders, Ares comforted. Although the Silver Moon Ranger General in front of her looks brave and resolute on the surface, Ares knows that at this moment, her heart is actually very fragile, and the longing for her relatives and her sister is a kind of sorrow that cannot be dissipated. And the undead natural disaster in front of her made her feel desperate.

In the autumn breeze and the setting sun, Sylvanas leaned on Ares' shoulder and looked out at the forest in the distance, his eyes full of melancholy.

……

"Lord Ares, these people said they came to you."

The sound of the quarrel below the castle caught Ares' attention, and as he walked down the steps behind the city walls, familiar faces appeared in front of him.

Drum and Farrick were standing at the gates, surrounded by a group of elven soldiers, and it was clear that they couldn't explain anything to the haughty Quel'Thalas. Seeing Ares coming down from the castle tower, he excitedly leaned up.

The elven guards on both sides immediately raised their spears in their hands and stopped between Uncle and Ares.

"Lotherma, it's okay, they're my brothers, let the guards drop their guards, they're here to help us."

Ares said with a smile. The elven hoplites put away their spears, and then the heroic uncle pounced on them and gave Ares a standard bear hug. "Haha, brother, you didn't even tell us when you enjoyed the beauty here!" With that, he punched Ares in the chest. This intimacy between humans caused the High Elves to look at them with disdain, but Ares ignored them and walked to the rest reception room with Dram and Farrick in his arms.

"My brother, the Light, how did you find here?! Alsace's Scourge Legion ......"

Ares was surprised, outside the city, there were countless zombies and skeletons, and there were gargoyles patrolling the air, and the living were thinking about how to get out of the city. And my own group of brothers, it should be said that they are friends in distress, can still find here, which in itself is worth moving.

"The paths we walk, the forest paths, the Scourge are just a bunch of eyeless monsters, they only stare in front of them, and they are like blind people who pass by, they can't see at all."

Drumm gulped down the elves' drink and said casually. But Ares knew that the road from the Plaguelands to Quel'Salas and Silvermoon City must be very tortuous and dangerous. Drum's understatement is probably because he doesn't want to worry about them.

"Okay...... What are you doing here? It's dangerous right now, and I don't know when the Scourge will attack the city, maybe tonight, maybe the next moment, brother, what are you doing here? ”

Ares asked sensationally, saying that he knew that these brothers had come to support him, but it seemed to be more humane in it if he was so hypocritical.

"Get you out, by the way, and help these arrogant elves."

After drinking the drink, Drumm hiccuped a few times before answering in a thick, full voice.

Ares noticed that as Drumm spoke, his companion behind him kept his head down, staring at him with a sharp gaze. As if he was his prey, he scanned it from beginning to end.

"Brother, who is behind you?"

Ares interrupted Drum's mouth and asked curiously.

"Him?"

"Hello, Ares, I'm Fred, the commander of the Silver Dawn. I am a pastor, and your father and I were comrades-in-arms. ”

With that, the mystery man took off his cloak, revealing his true colors. It was a face that had been through the vicissitudes of life, his beard was gray, his hair was gray, his face was furrowed, and only a pair of eyes were bright.

Now, Ares probably knew that the group had come here, not only because of the decision of Drum, but also by the priest in front of him. Father's comrade-in-arms...... Probably, in order to save the son of a comrade-in-arms...... And the silver dawn ...... Ares knew that after sending himself off, Drumm and Farrick found Silver Dawn. It was an organization that had split off from the Scarlet Crusaders, whose tyranny was getting farther and farther away from the path of Light, and a few clear-headed people left the Crusaders in anger, and then the group formed an organization of their own, which is now the Silver Dawn.

"Dear Uncle Fred, thank you for your assistance and for allowing my brothers, to join the Silver Dawn and find a home. However, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of here alive. In fact, when I chose to stay in Quel'Thalas, I knew there would come a day when you shouldn't come......"

Ares said, bowing his head in shame. I was angry and angry for Hongyan, and I did a stupid thing, but I let such a group of affectionate people also come to accompany me to die. Quel'Salas, it's easy to get in, but it's not so easy to get out. This is not a game, in the game, I rubbed the hearthstone and went back to the hotel, and now, after walking most of Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas, Ares has never seen that magical stone......