After the war, Utgard Castle was in real ruins.

But Ares didn't want to give it up just like that. As a bridgehead in Northrend, an important stronghold of the Howling Fjord, Ares intends to repurpose the massive castle. So, the tripartite agreement was quietly signed one night.

The New Utgard Alliance, consisting of the Lordarens, Dwarves, and a small number of Viku, will be stationed here for a long time. As an important military base for the Alliance's march into Northrend. Fort Utgard will provide a steady supply of materials for the future Northern Expedition. Guarantee the smooth flow of the alliance's supply lines.

The day after the agreement was signed, the Legion was busy on the land, and the castle was to be renovated. The road will be re-leveled, and the original port can be put to good use, which is a very good port, a natural ice-free port. For the Norrend continent, which is in ice and snow all year round, the strategic value of having such a port is self-evident.

At night, standing on the top of Utgard, watching the starry ships sail from the ice-free harbor of Utgard Castle into the distance, towards the Dreadnought Fortress, Ares could not calm down for a long time. Everything I have experienced is like a fantasy dream, from a little white knight, relying on the fame of his parents, step by step to today. It's a worthwhile trip. Much history has changed, but all of Azeroth is still clearly presented to itself.

"What are you thinking about again......"

As he was looking into the distance, Sylvanas didn't know when he appeared behind him. She still has long golden hair, an eternally youthful face, a slender and slender figure, and two towering peaks on her chest are about to emerge from the thin elven leather armor. For a moment, Ares didn't even know how Sylvanas had become his wife. It all came back in such a dream.

But Windranger is clearly not here to warm the heart. She brought her own people, the Blood Knight Lord Liadrin.

The moment she saw Liadrin, Ares knew that something was happening again. Ever since Lotherma's death, the Blood Elf Knight has kept a gloomy face every day, and revenge has become her only mission in life.

"Liadrin?"

Ares greeted calmly.

"High Lord ......"

Liadline was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ares.

"Ma'am, you might as well call me by my first name."

Ares politely returned.

"Well, Ares...... We have taken the castle of Utgard, and the Viku have been defeated by us. Now, isn't it time to discuss the next steps? About the march into Icecrown Fortress. ”

"Stop, my friend, though you don't want to hear it, I must remind you of one thing - Utgard Castle was taken by us, but the Viku people were not defeated by us. There are thousands of them, and not all of them are in the castle of Utgard. Also, there's one question you may not have figured out yet, and that's the concept of territory in Northrend. Howling Fjord, where we are now, is still a long way from Icecrown Fortress, the Lich King's home base. To reach Icecrown from land, we'll at least need to cross the densely forested Grizzly Bear Hills, enter the snowy Dragonbone Wilderness, and head north to the inaccessible Winterhug Lake, and finally reach the gates of Icecrown. ”

"To put it simply, it would take us at least two months to get from land to Icecrown. Moreover, this is when everything goes well, without the obstruction of the Scourge Legion, without encountering the extreme climate of Northrend. But you and I both know that the journey can't go smoothly, the Scourge can't sit idly by, and the farther north you go, the more extreme the climate becomes. ”

Facing Riadli and the Blood Elven knights behind her, Ares reminded solemnly.

As soon as Ares finished speaking, Liadline and the Blood Knights behind her frowned.

"How do you know?"

A moment later, Liadline asked reluctantly. The other man's chest puffed up as he spoke, and Ares couldn't resist looking at the other's erect chest. Although this is an impulse that every man will have.

"You know, Archmage Ronin of Dalaran has arrived in Northrend one step ahead of us, and the results of his survey have been drawn into original drawings and sent to me. So I know the general terrain and the territory. ”

Ares entered the house, poured a hot drink, and whispered. The hot steam indicates a very cold climate. And that's just at the Howling Fjord, the southernmost tip of Northrend. No one knows how cold this journey will be.

After Ares finished speaking, Liadline fell silent. Her face was full of resentment and more sadness.

Ares saw the countess's emotions and comforted—

"The more anxious we are, the more the enemy will be able to seize on our weaknesses. Rest assured, Lady Liadrin, the end of Alsace is not far off, but until then, we must be cautious, take care of every detail, and take every step of the plan. Stormwind's fleet won't be able to come for a while, and we won't be able to drive straight to the Lich King's lair. The Nibru Zerg alone is enough for us to eat a pot. ”

"If you decide to march, come to me."

There was silence for a long time before Liadline spoke with difficulty. Every minute before her revenge was an ordeal for her. What a terrible pathology this is. However, judging from the expression of the blood elves behind Liadrin, Ares knew that the entire blood elf clan was actually in such a state. They have lost so much, too much, that revenge has become their only motivation to survive.

……

"Dear Sylvanas. Windranger, my wife, I know that your people hate the Lich King and the Scourge Legion, but there's one question you don't know if you've thought about? ”

After Liadline leaves, Ares and Sylvanas are left alone in the room. Looking at his goddess-like wife, Ares asked worriedly.

"What's the problem?"

Sylvanas asked with a sideways face.

"Your people, that is, the entire blood elf clan, have a deep hatred for the Scourge Legion, if one day, we destroy the Lich King, if one day, the Scourge Legion ceases to exist, then what is the goal of your life and that of your people? It's a terrible thing to lose your purpose......"

Ares sighed under his breath. He'd seen too many of these cases, including extreme samurai like the Demon Hunter, who lived to fight, to hunt targets, and once that goal ceased to exist, the Demon Hunter lost the meaning of survival. Their lives will be empty and lonely.

Where is the future of the blood elves, Ares wonders what Sylvanas thinks......