In Shattrath, a beautiful city apartment, Sylvanas changed into loose casual clothes and stood on the roof of the apartment with Ares, enjoying the exotic scenery. Unlike in the game, the city of Shattrath is built in a valley surrounded by waterfalls and a wide river, and the whole city is like a city in the water surrounded by waterfalls and rivers.

The Teroka Forest is behind these waterfalls and high cliffs, at night, standing on the tower of the city, you can see the whole Teroka Forest in front of you, all kinds of strange plants in the forest exude a soft shimmer in the night, overlooking the whole forest, like a sea of twinkling stars, the breeze blows, with the sound of the water, such a picture, so beautiful, like a quiet and beautiful piano music. Flowing water flows quietly through the garden, and that is the serenade that the artist plays with the gentle stroke of the keys.

In the middle of the night, Sylvanas leaned her slender body against the railing, her neckline slightly open, revealing her sexy collarbone, and the breeze ruffled her silky hair, exuding a faint fragrance. At this time, Ares wondered if the second sister of the Windranger in front of him was deliberately tempting and seducing him, but after thinking about it, maybe it was just Sylvanas's trust in him.

"Sylvanas, if you had the chance, would you rather stay in the Outlands, or Azeroth?"

The evening breeze was slowing down, and Ares suddenly asked.

A hint of hesitation could be seen on Sylvanas's face, and then he returned—

"Azeroth, the Forest of Eternal Song."

She turned, and a strand of hair was just scratched by the evening breeze covering her beautiful eyes. Compared to six years ago in Silvermoon City, Sylvanas's blue eyes already had a little more complicated emotions. It was sadness, coldness, and hope.

"Why?"

Ares asked.

"Because that's my home. The Outlands are also beautiful, full of strange landscapes, the shattered plains of hellfire, the Zanga swamp with towering mushrooms, the Teroka forest with all kinds of exotic plants, it is true that the scenery here is also beautiful, but ...... It's not my home after all. ”

Sylvanas replied softly. There was a bit of sadness in the words......

"Home...... Yes, home is so important to everyone. However......"

"And yet what?"

"But a home is not necessarily fixed, I mean that there is a home where there are people, and a home is not a house, not a forest, but a family, with family, children, parents, ......"

Ares said lightly. Just after saying that, she could see that Sylvanas's eyes were immediately wrong, and these words seemed to touch the most sensitive nerves in her heart again. Once upon a time, the three Windranger sisters were in Quel'Thalas, and they were a home before the Orc War broke out. There are sisters, parents, and a naughty younger brother, and all three sisters love their younger brother very much. Now, that kind of life, that kind of picture, can never go back. Aurelia disappeared into the Outlands with the first Alliance Expeditionary Force. Wen Lesa married Ronin and spent more than ten years in Dalaran. As for herself, after the destruction of Silvermoon City, she lived a life of exile, and she also wanted to have a home, however, this seemed to be a distant dream.

Thinking about it, a crystal tear flowed from the corner of Sylvanas's eye. In the moonlight, the crystal clear tear fell quietly from the corner of the Windranger's eyes like a white crystal, and was blown up by the wind and dissipated into the night.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you ......"

Seeing Sylvanas's sudden sad look, Ares comforted him carefully. Hesitantly, he put his hand on Sylvanas' shoulder. Sylvanas didn't wear shoulder armor, and a pair of delicate arms were exposed to the air. Her skin was soft, and for a moment, Ares couldn't resist even touching anything other than her arm, but held back...... After all, Valeera is still in a coma, which becomes an insurmountable gulf between the two.

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

Sylvanas wiped the tears from her eyes, turned her head and replied with a smile.

They had been standing on the rooftop, and the moonlight stretched the figures of the two men very long, very long. Gradually, the two shadows seemed to get closer and closer, and gradually became a shadow. Sylvanas snuggled into Ares' arms, and they seemed to find the feeling they had when they were in Quel'Salas.

Smelling Sylvanas's scent, for a moment, Ares was truly glad that he had rescued her from the Scourge Legion, otherwise, what he saw today would be a banshee king full of hatred.

The view, the moonlight was a wonderful thing, it hallucinated, they were getting closer and closer, and Sylvanas was almost leaning into Ares's arms. Until there was a crisp scream in the stairwell—

"What sound?"

Coincidentally, Ares and Sylvanas turned their heads at the same time, only to see a female elf with long silver hair......

"Sister ......"

Sylvanas called out in embarrassment.

"Oh...... Forehead...... I didn't see anything......"

When Winlessa appeared, Sylvanas was almost leaning on Ares' chest, and Ares' hand was around the slender waist of the Windranger...... Winlessa was no exception, she was surprised to close her mouth, then laughed mischievously, and in a few moments she ran downstairs, leaving Ares and Sylvanas standing on the rooftop with embarrassed expressions on their faces, staring at each other.

……

A few days later, the Alliance forces sailed away from the city of Shattrath under the astonished gaze of the Naru and the Draenei, and converged with Illidan's army at Okington, south of the Terokkar Forest, where dozens of torn rifts of time and space were hidden within the ruins, through which demons from the Void were entering the world. Of course, the so-called knowing people and knowing faces do not know their hearts, whether Illidan is right or evil, Ares is still not sure, so, after discussing with Varian, he still decided to leave half of his troops in Shattrath City, just in case.

The army had gathered outside the ruins of Oakington, where the jungle was close to the barren ruins and the trees were more scarce, so Varian chose a relatively flat, sparsely wooded area for the army to garrison. Despite the agreement, Varian still seems worried, and the king of Stormwind would never have taken such a risk if it weren't for his trust in Ares.

"I always thought he was a demon."

Looking at the busy figures of the soldiers, Varian said to Ares with a gloomy voice.

"Physically, it may be, but it's still an elf at heart. It's just that his thinking is a bit extreme. Even if the cooperation is reached, we still have to watch out for him, Illidan is a man who will stop at nothing in order to achieve his goals. ”

Faced with Varian, who was a little distraught, Ares calmly returned.