The majestic city walls, the endless darkness of the sky, the cold north wind howling and blowing the earth, the eerie white bone giants patrolled the frozen icecrown walls, a pair of fiery red ghost eyes scanned the land in front of the icecrown wall.

Behind the majestic walls, there were countless skeletal laborers who had no thinking and only obeyed the orders of the necromancer, and they were building a huge psychic tower, and the crisp sound of iron hitting stones was heard in the air, it was the only sound in the world, and there was a dead silence here. Behind the Psychic Tower, there are countless catastrophic giants. They guard this barren plain.

Behind the plain, an incomparably huge fortress rose from the ground and soared into the sky. At first glance, the end of it is barely visible. The dark gates of the fortress were pitch black, like the gates of hell, and there was no bottom in sight...... Above the gate, a huge undead bone dragon skull is inscribed.

A bright spring breeze woke Ares, and it turned out that it was a fantasy just now...... It's a fantasy again, such a real illusion......

It's just, where am I now?

The bright sun shines on his body, very warm, and in his memory, in the final battle, he was stabbed by the death knight and almost died, and now, he is still not dead. Overhead, there are green leaves that are constantly passing through, and the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, shining with dazzling spots, and several long-eared archers are carrying themselves and running forward.

No, what about Dram? What about Falck? Archers with long ears, is this an elf?

I'm on a stretcher! That's right, not dead yet.

Chaotic information broke into his mind, Ares tried to roll over and see everything around him, but as soon as he moved his body, a sharp pain came from his lower back, it was still the same frost pain, the epidemic seemed to have spread all over his body, and even the blood was stiff.

"Don't move, you're still weak, you're about to go into town, hold on, lad."

Beside him, a crisp female voice came. Ares turned his head and saw the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his life, it was a standard goose egg face, delicate facial features, small and exquisite, thin lips slightly revealing a pale red, pale green eyes were clear and flawless, and her ears were the same as those of the shooters around her, pointed up. Ares can be sure that the most beautiful actress he has seen in his last life cannot match it.

"Where am I now?"

Lying on the stretcher, Ares said weakly, his whole body like a pile of cotton, lifeless.

"Yangquan Trail, this is Quel'Salas, and we're about to enter Silvermoon City."

After the elf finished speaking, Ares suddenly remembered something. Quel'Salas ...... A pure continent north of Lordaeron, inhabited by the High Elves. There is a sacred source of magic here, the Well of the Sun. For thousands of years, the Sunwell has provided each High Elf with an inexhaustible source of energy, giving them immortal life and power.

Don't look at the elves in front of you who don't look more than twenty years old, in fact, their lives may have reached thousands of years.

The High Elves are the predecessor of the later Blood Elves, and the entire Quel'Thallas can be said to be a magical country, and the High Elves are as obsessed with magic as the dwarves are obsessed with and fanatical about underground treasures, and almost everyone is bathed in the aura of magic in Quel'Thalas.

The human world was originally without magic, and 2,800 years ago, the huge Amani troll kingdom attacked Quel'Thalas, the home of the High Elves, and the High Elves were outnumbered and sent messengers to ask for help from humans. The human king Soladin promised to send troops to the aid of the High Elves on the condition that they teach their people magic.

In order to resist the mighty kingdom of Amani and resist the army of trolls, the High Elves hastily agreed to the request of the humans. The first human magicians were born, and it can be said that human magic originated from the teachings of the High Elves. With the help of human armies, the High Elves defeated the powerful kingdom of Amani Trolls, and the friendship between humans and the High Elves was established.

Later, after the end of the Second Orc War, the High Elves of Quel'Thalas blamed the destruction of the forests of their homeland on the incompetence of the Alliance officers, and unilaterally announced their withdrawal from the Alliance, and since then, the High Elves have once again distanced themselves from humans and dwarves.

But there is a question, according to the original timeline of World of Warcraft, at this point in time, Quel'Salas should have been razed to the ground by the Scourge army, why is it still a vibrant scene at this moment? Could it be that there is some deviation in the time node of the World of Warcraft here? Ares didn't have time to think too much.

"And what about my friends?"

Lying on the stretcher, Ares asked anxiously.

"They sent you to the border, and you were sent back, Quel'Salas doesn't accept humans in."

"Then how can I get in?"

Ares asked in a weak voice.

"Because you are a paladin and have slain many undead. The undead are also our enemies. So we save you. My sister's lover is also a paladin. ”

The female elf replied succinctly.

"Your sister? Who is it? ”

"Aurelia."

……

"So, you're Sylvanas?"

Ares was almost about to sit up from the stretcher, and he met the queen himself? No, Sylvanas hasn't turned into a banshee yet, which means that Arthas hasn't attacked Quel'Thalas. At this time, Quel'Salas was still at its most beautiful, and it had not yet been polluted and destroyed on a large scale by natural disasters.

"Yes, I'm Sylvanas, the Silvermoon Ranger. You lie down first, don't talk anymore, your body is very weak now, the herbs in Yangquan City are only enough to help you stop the bleeding and stop the spread of the plague, but they can't cure you, we are going to Silver Moon City now, and when you get there, you have the possibility of being cured. ”

Sylvanas said solemnly, his words full of command. Sylvanas, Sylvanas...... Ares, on the other hand, smiled sweetly at the Queen, indulging in the excitement of meeting the Queen.

The Ranger Captain didn't understand what the paladin was happy about, he just thought that he might have been infected by the plague and burned out his brain, and kept smirking at himself......

The warm sunlight shone on Ares, and through a small bridge, Ares could see the magnificent city not far away, Silvermoon City, the capital of the High Elves. The silver-white dome of the palace loomed in the setting sun, and the red walls were tall and solemn, much taller than the walls of human towns. Strong, straight trees line the sides of the forest path.

"Quick! Pick up the pace. ”

Sylvanas shouted, and the two Ranger shooters couldn't help but speed up their pace. The heavily armed elven infantry barely asked, allowing Sylvanas and her guards to enter the city gates, where Ares lay on a stretcher and looked at the tall gate overhead, and not far away, on the Silvermoon Avenue, a huge statue of a mage came into view......