"Furstad ......"

As the Hammer Dwarves were about to leave, Ares and Sylvanas rushed to the Griffin Knight.

Furstad received the two with a friendly face. He slid down from the griffin's broad back and walked up to Ares, "Is there something wrong, brother?" ”

"Nothing else, I just wanted to send you, High Lord, we drank together, fought side by side, discussed the sky and the sea together. Now that you're leaving, I think it's necessary for me to give you one last ride before I return to Azeroth. ”

Looking at Furstad's wrinkled face, Ares said "affectionately".

There was little reason for Furstad to object, it was true that Ares had been a guest in the Eagle's Nest, in the territory of the Scarlet Crusaders, they had fought side by side, and in the skies of the Outlands, they had fought side by side again. The Hammer Dwarves rarely intersect with the outside world, and their friendship with Ares is deep enough. Overwhelmingly, Furstad agreed to Ares' request.

Of course, there was something in Ares' words, and only Sylvanas could hear it.

"Well, brother, thank you. I'm going to head to Glory Castle first, and from there I'll return to the Dark Gate. Fly with us to the fortress, recuperate there for food and water, and head to the Dark Gate at the end of Hellfire Peninsula. Fort Glory, well, that castle, you found it and held on. ”

Ares was gracious, Furstad said with a smile.

"Come up, Sylvanas."

Seeing that Furstad agreed to let him give him a ride, Ares called Sylvanas, and Snow Hawk, like a docile girl, landed on the ground, riding a griffon for the first time, Sylvanas was full of excitement. She had ridden the dragon eagle of Quel'Salas, a sapient creature of the air, but without the unbridled and heroic spirit of a griffin.

Ares got into the Snow Eagle's saddle first. Sylvanas caressed the Snow Eagle, not knowing how to get up. The griffon didn't seem very friendly to her, she spread her wings and chirped uneasily whenever Sylvanas approached.

Then, Ares had to lean over and pat her on the body and whisper a few words to her. The proud griffin reluctantly agreed, allowing the others to ride on her.

Seeing that Sylvanas was still a little overwhelmed, Ares held out his arm to her.

Under the gaze of the Hammer Dwarf beside him, Sylvanas grabbed Ares's hand, and was forced by the paladin to pull the saddle. Since the saddle was designed to accommodate one person, Sylvanas came up in a conspicuous inadequate position......

"I had to squeeze in, and it was there soon. Griffons are fast. ”

Feeling Sylvanas a little uncomfortable, Ares said with a smile, easing the embarrassment. But the saddle was so small that Sylvanas had to cling to Ares' back in order to sit firmly......

"Are you seated?"

The other Hammerhammer Dwarven knights began to take off on their griffins, and Ares spoke to the Windranger behind him. They must keep up with the dwarves.

But Sylvanas was still a little uncomfortable, she moved her body, not knowing how to focus. Ares felt Sylvanas move, a pair of towering peaks on his chest rubbing against his back. Finally, I stuck it hard...... Obviously, in order not to let herself fall, the queen let go......

"Hmm."

Sylvanas whispered. Immediately, the snow eagle began to trot, and a pair of wings stirred up powerfully.

The sudden acceleration made Sylvanaston sit a little unsteadily, and in desperation, he hugged Ares's waist...... The whole person also posted up......

The snow eagle let out a long roar and flew into the sky. Like a meteor soaring into the sky, Sylvanas pressed against Ares' broad back, the autumn breeze blowing across her cheeks, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind.

Soon, the dead wood forest on the ground that could not be seen was thrown behind by the griffon. The sky and the ground are two worlds entirely. From this height, the two of them could see dreamlike clouds, as if the Milky Way had fallen into the world, and the hazy distant mountains continued to stretch, enveloping the earth, and the ground was a neat red, and the various creatures of the Hellfire Peninsula were distributed like ants in this vast and barren land. Countless gravel floated in the sky, reflecting the dazzling light in the setting sun, and this scene was magnificent, showing the beauty of the broken outer lands vividly.

Gradually, the griffin flew more smoothly. As the sun sets, the stars rise, and in the soft night, Sylvanas hugs Ares' waist tightly and puts her face on Ares' back. At this moment, they seemed to go back to the days when they were in Quel'Salas. The sun of the Yongge Forest fell softly on the two of them, the carriage of Qingfeng Village drove by, the tall walls of Silver Moon City stood in the distance, and in the forest where the seasons were like spring, a love affair was budding......

It's just that so many things happened later......

Holding Sylvanas's hand, Ares sighed. Five years ago, I would have turned my head and kissed Windranger on the cheek and lips, but now ...... She already has Valeera, and although the Blood Elf Assassin is still unconscious, she can't take advantage of her unconscious to deal with other women...... Yes, it shouldn't be like this......

And Sylvanas also seemed to know the guilt in Ares's heart, and she lay quietly on Ares' back like this, reminiscing, reminiscing about the years before the catastrophe came......

I don't know how long I flew at such a high altitude until the griffons got tired and landed in an oasis with a small amount of water to rest.

That's when Ares and Sylvanas had a chance to get close to Furstad again.

When they landed, all the Hammer Knights were tired, and like the griffins, they were lying on the edge of the pool, picking up the water and drinking to their heart's content.

Compared to the other dwarves, Ares found that Vorstad still looked refreshed, and that the long flight did not make him feel tired, and he didn't even drink much water. He just stood in the night, looking at the sky alone, as if thinking about something.

"Brother, rest tonight, and you can arrive at Fort Glory tomorrow. Alas, it's a pity that I can't drink wine with you anymore and kill the orcs. ”

Ares walked over and said with emotion.

"Haha, there's a chance in the future, Ares, you're the bravest warrior I've ever met. It is my greatest pleasure to get to know you. In the future, as long as you want, the gate of Eagle's Nest Mountain will always be open to you, and the Hammer Dwarves will be your friends forever. ”

Ares was taken aback by his sudden appearance behind him, but he quickly relented, said with a smile on his face, and walked over and punched Ares in the chest with his fist, indicating the depth of the friendship that existed between them.

"Thank you, Furstad. Alas, do you remember when we discussed wine and food together at Eagle's Nest Mountain? ”

Staring into Furstad's eyes, Ares spoke naturally.