Lordaeron City, when he set foot on this land again, Ares's mood was undoubtedly full of emotion. Seven years ago, the fallen prince Arthas stabbed his father, King Terenus, to death with the ancient magic sword Frost Grief, and the kingdom of Lordaeron fell apart. Plagues of natural disasters are rampant across the land, and the spirits of the dead are wailing. Two years ago, he traveled north with Lordaeron refugees to rebuild the city, and the light once again filled the city. Now, he's back, and Lordaeron welcomes him back with a new look.

Ares didn't know how the craftsmen had built the city in the two years since he left Lordaeron, and Ares remembered that he had left behind concept drawings and simple drawings before leaving, and that Lordaeron had become what he had imagined it to be. It is tall, white, the streets are neat, and the Intramuros have a new look, like a pearl on the shores of Lake Lordamere. In the cloud-shrouded woodlands of Tifaris, endless light blooms, guiding the lost to his embrace.

The tall gates and white walls reminded Ares of the main gates of Stormwind, and although Lordaeron City was not as tall and magnificent as Stormwind, it was not inferior in momentum. The tall circular towers on either side are five stories high, and the city gate is surrounded by a moat, and the clean water of the river flows continuously.

When the gate drawbridge was lowered, a majestic shout rang out in my ears. It was the voice of the warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand welcoming the return of their High Lord. Sylvanas and Liadrin, as envoys to Silvermoon, walked through the gates with Ares.

As soon as he entered, the cheers of the people on both sides of the road rushed to him, and countless flower petals fell from the sky, and at this moment, Ares remembered the appearance of the death knight Arthas when he returned to the royal city of Lordaeron. It's just that Arthas brings destruction, and what he brings is hope......

"I've never seen such a solemn welcome ceremony, and I'm afraid I won't have such a solemn pomp after Varian returns from the dragon slay, right?"

Walking behind Ares, Sylvanas asked in a whisper.

"No, Varian's return to Stormwind was even more lavish than that. I have informed the council in advance and asked them to deal with it simply, but they still put on this triumphant ceremony with such extravagance. ”

Ares turned his head sideways and replied with a smile.

Passing through the dense crowd, they soon reached the foot of the royal city, the tallest and largest building in Lordaeron, which was originally the king of Lordaeron, Terenus. The place where Minecil lives and works. Today, it is the seat of the Lordaeron Republic's Parliament.

"Welcome back, Ares. Grand Lord of Mowglian, Captain of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Commander of the Alliance Expeditionary Force. ”

Standing on the steps of the royal city, the noble representatives of the council sent a sincere greeting to Ares. Ares noticed that the greetings of these people were deliberately followed by a lot of suffixes. Ares didn't like and wasn't used to such murky greetings and salutations. Maybe it's because the otaku in the previous life was used to it, and he was held to the sky all of a sudden, and he was really unaccustomed to it. But I can't help it, I may have to adapt to this kind of life in the future. There was no such situation in the Scarlet Crusades, nor in the Silver Dawn, nor in the Ashes Inquisition, and now, as the ruling class of a nation, the commander of the army of a republic, many times, such a situation had to be faced. That is, from today onwards, you have to face all this annoying, damned, hypocritical politics.

"I prefer the title of Master of the Order."

Ares smiled, stepped forward, and hugged several representatives of the parliament one by one.

The cheers of the people were like the waves of the sea, wave after wave. As the morning sun shone down on the Avenue of Light, Ares turned to look at it, and a sense of heroism and enthusiasm surged into his heart. Lordaeron has gone through too much from the fall to the founding of the city. The otaku Ares came to this world, he just wanted to eat, drink, and sleep with the High Elf girl, but he didn't expect that after seven years, he would stand at this height. Moreover, the obscene sling mentality of the past can no longer be found. Alas...... Ares sighed. The prosperity in front of him made him forget his original name.

"At your request, the artisans worked day and night, and now that the walls of Lordaeron have been closed and built, we have dug a moat on the basis of the original walls, and have brought the waters of Lake Lordammere into the city, and a complete moat has been dug around the royal city. Two moats form the city's defensive network. Along the edge of the moat, dozens of towers, high towers, were built. Each tower has a beacon tower. No matter which direction the enemy is attacking from, our soldiers will know it first. ”

After a brief greeting, the top members of the council began to tour the city with Ares. Although he was slightly disgusted by the council's assertion to separate the royal city from the commoners, Ares didn't say much for the sake of his own absence and the hard work of these people. After all, the undead soldiers are not afraid of walls, but rivers and fire, and they can climb high walls without being able to jump over wide rivers.

"Tell our guests about this."

Walking along the avenues and squares of Lordaeron, Ares said to Councillor Satares. Then he turned to Sylvanas and smiled. The latter puffed out his chest and looked deferential.

"Yes, High Lord."

"Ma'am, the building you see now was designed by the High Lord of Ares himself—the City Viaduct for Drinking Water."

Satares said, looking at Sylvanas and Liadrin.

"In the past, human cities were always full of filth, our people were not hygienic, and sometimes civilians did not even have access to clean drinking water. To solve this problem, the Great Lord designed an elevated aqueduct. The bridge is not for walking, but for carrying water. Our engineers found clean springs in the western mountains, pooled them together, and built drinking water sources. The bridge, which took us two full years to build, crossed the western mountains, crossed the Minethil Avenue in the Silver Pine Forest, and crossed the walls of Lordaeron, taking advantage of the height drop to bring the cleanest spring water into the city and become a source of drinking water for hundreds of thousands of Lordaerons. ”

Standing in front of the two elven ladies, Councilor Satares proudly introduced this great project. Of course, Sylvanas and Liadline were stunned by such a great project, they had seen human architecture, most of it flashy. The huge cathedrals are a striking example of this. Huge manpower and material resources were spent on construction, but it was only for the sake of formal grandeur and magnificence. The elevated aqueduct is so practical not to demonstrate the so-called national strength, but to effectively solve the basic living needs of millions of civilians. It also made Sylvanas and Liadline ashamed of the rebuilding of Silvermoon City. They still continue the old-fashioned style, pursuing opulence and exquisiteness, but ignoring the practical value of urban public buildings.