Ares was almost dragged out of the water by Drum and Fred, unaccustomed to water, or rather, not a native of Azeroth, and completely inexperienced in such a thing as high-altitude diving, the moment he fell to the surface, there was darkness in front of him, and the huge pressure made blood flow from his mouth and nose.

Fortunately, there is the desperate rescue of Drum and Fred. In the moment of weakness, the Holy Light was like a warm current, saving him again. Fred was exhausted and collapsed, he lay on the sidelines, constantly gasping, looking at Ares, at the huge fortress above his head, and smirking incessantly, obviously, it was a miracle.

"You did it...... Something impossible. ”

Gasping for breath, Fred said with a smile.

"But we lost three of our comrades."

Wet, Ares replied tiredly.

"May the Holy Light bless them and let them rest in peace, and they are heroes who died to fight against darkness and against evil."

"In a sense, they are greater than us."

"Yes, yes, Ares, this sword ......"

Fred's breath calmed a little, and he walked over and stared at the dark green greatsword.

"Don't touch it, there's still the power of darkness."

Fred tried to touch it with his hands, but was stopped by Ares in time.

"So, Ares, you're ......"

"Yes."

Ares knew what his mentor was trying to say, and by holding the sword, he had taken on a heavy mission. Ares must purify it, but how to purify it, how long it will take, no one knows, perhaps, the soul of old Mograine will remain in the sword forever, always controlling Ares's thoughts, Ares must fight against the dark side of it, this is fate.

"Light above, you are not your destiny, you are only twenty years old, Ares."

Fred sighed, and as he spoke, he tried to put one hand on the sword, trying to purify it with his own power, at least to read it, but Fred failed. His mind could not penetrate the sword, the Ember Bringer recognized only one master, and no outside force could penetrate its will. And with Fred's ability, it can't be purified. It just lay there silently, glowing a soft green.

"Alas, I can't. You have to take it to a place where you can purify it, or find someone who can purify it. ”

Fred sighed.

"I know, it's already telling me where it wants to go."

Ares stared at the greatsword in his hand and said seriously.

"Where?"

Drumm also walked over and asked curiously.

"Scarlet Abbey."

"Scarlet Abbey? The monastery at the northern end of the Tifaris Glade, built on the top of a hill? ”

Fred asked, surprised.

"Yes."

"And when are you going to leave?"

"Let's go now. We have raided Naxxramas, and all the forces of this fortress are now looking for us, and we cannot stay here for long, and we will set off after a little rest. The resentment of this sword is too deep, and I must go to the Scarlet Abbey to make an end for it. The journey could still be dangerous, as I had to pass through Andohal and Crow Ridge again, there might be undead troops along the way, and even if I made it to the Scarlet Abbey, it was unknown if the monastery guards would let me in. ”

Ares said, looking away from the greatsword and looking at the rolling mountains at the end of his gaze, wistful. I didn't think about such an ending at all, I originally thought that by raiding Naxxramas, Darien would kill the death knight Mograini and complete the task himself, but now, this task completely falls on his shoulders.

The Scarlet Abbey, Renault and Whiteman, whom he had not yet seen, "Resurrect, my warrior." Fight for you, ma'am. "What a classic line it used to be, I don't know what it will be like to actually see this pair of dog men and women.

"Ares, I'm with you."

Drumm said heroically. After going through so much, he is still a hardcore brother of course, a friend of the year. With two swords stuck in his back, Ares knew that the thing was probably going to follow the path of the furious battle.

"Fred?"

At this point, Drum turned his gaze to Fred. The old priest had a sad face.

"I have to rush back and report the situation here to Maxivir. If we hadn't told him about us, he would have mistakenly thought that we had been captured by the Scourge Legion, and then, even if he had fought hard, he would have attacked here with the Silver Dawn, and then the organization that had been built up with great difficulty would be destroyed in the attack on Naxxramas. ”

Fred had a point, and the wrinkles on his face looked deeper.

"But there is no one to protect you."

Ares asked with concern.

"I can protect myself."

"But you don't have a strong body, and those undead and scourge dogs won't wait for you to summon the Holy Light before attacking."

Drum's mouth is straightforward. This does not mean that he does not respect the elders of the elderly, but only out of concern.

"It's not far from the chapel, and with this body in tow, I can still get there."

Fred barely managed to squeeze out a smile to comfort the two enthusiastic comrades in front of him.

"Take it, it might be useful, Commander."

At this point, Drumm said, pulling a dagger out of his wet clothes and handing it to Fred. This is what he picked up on the ground just now in Naxxramas. Although it is a weapon used by skeleton soldiers, and it is a little rusty, it can be used in emergencies.

"Well, may the Light guide you."

After Fred finished speaking, he dragged his tired body and walked into the dark night.

And Ares and Drum, too, had to get up and start the other end of the journey.

The mountains and rivers of Azeroth now seem so intimate that the cartoon images that could only be seen in the game in the past are now real and vivid.

They hurried by day and rested at night, dealing with wild beasts by the most primitive means, and Dram cut down branches and made spears for hunting, and at night they raised bonfires to warm themselves and drive away wild beasts. Under the effect of the natural plague, many creatures native to Lordaeron have mutated, and no one knows what kind of monsters will suddenly emerge from the darkness. The giant spiders in Naxxramas prison impress both Ares and Drum.

The next day, Durham and Ares worked together to capture a wild wolf, and after confirming that it was not infected with the plague, they cut off the wolf's skin and roasted it...... This kind of food that was previously unimaginable appeared in Ares's recipe.