"Anger will eat away at your sanity, Winlessa. Besides, the Alliance doesn't have enough troops to cross the Dark Gate and fight demons and orcs in the Outlands! ”

In front of everyone, Luo Ning and his wife quarreled. The scene became more and more awkward.

No one is wrong, and no one can refute and convince the other. It's a stalemate.

"No, I haven't lost my mind, I'm sober. Since the Alliance cannot send troops to the Outlands, then I will take my own people through the Dark Gate. The prince is Quel'Salas' last hope! ”

Winlessa said loudly. The stubbornness of the Windranger was a nerve-wracking blow to the Alliance officers. The giant portal located in the valley is like a door to death, and the dark energy emanating from it is terrifyingly suffocating. And now, Windranger is determined to do just that. But her husband, Archmage Luo Ning of Dalaran, would definitely not let her do this.

"What about me? Am I ......?"

Luo Ning choked up a little, and he couldn't go on. He looked at Winlessa and remembered the good old days they had spent together in Dalaran. Seeing Luo Ning's actions, Wen Lesa stopped talking, and she closed her eyes in silence. Thinking about it, melancholy, the balance in his heart is swaying repeatedly, on one side is the revival of the blood elves, his own people, on the other side is his husband, the earnest eyes......

For a moment, Ares seemed to understand why Ronin and Winlessa met less and less, and the two sides could not have exactly the same philosophy, especially when both sides had their own missions and tasks, and the perspective of thinking about problems became different. This reminded Ares of his past with Gianna, and it was also the end of such helplessness and pain.

"Ronin, my friend, there are some things, maybe one day, we have to face. Blindly guarding is not the best. ”

Just as Ronin and Winlessa were arguing, Ares interjected. The meaning of the words is that the discerning person understands as soon as he hears it, Ares hopes that Luo Ning will not blindly protect Wen Lesa, she will grow up one day, not to mention that Wen Lesa has actually been the ranger general of Silvermoon City for a long time.

The meeting hall was divided into two factions, Winlessa, Furstad, and Jean agreed with Ares and passed through the Dark Gate to a strange continent to completely close the Demon Portal. Ronin and Varian are on the conservative side. Magni stood in the middle, not speaking. A pair of small eyes stared at the others present.

"Well, if you have to do it, I'll go in with you."

After being silent for a long time, Luo Ning shook his lips with difficulty and spoke. It can be seen that as soon as the archmage's voice fell, Wen Leisa's eyes became different, they were full of gratitude and relief. She finally gained the trust and support of her husband. Of course, thanks to Ares, this paladin has been on his side from beginning to end. His broad chest resembles a strong wall, giving people a sense of security.

"Well, since you have decided, what can I say? Ares, take care of them. ”

The attitude of the crowd gradually shifted to the main side, and Varian had no choice but to compromise. He looked at Ares' sunny face and put his hand on Ares' shoulder. It was the friendship and trust between the two fighters.

"I will."

Ares replied.

"What about you? Varian. ”

Magni asked, turning around.

"I still have some things to do, there are still many internal affairs in Stormwind, and besides, going to the Outlands is not an easy matter, and I must prepare sufficient supplies and rations for your expeditionary force. I hope I'll see each of you when I arrive in the Outlands in person. ”

Varian sighed.

Finally, the Second Expeditionary Force of Azeroth began to assemble. The Knights marched south from the north once more, a team of three thousand men marching through the gas-shrouded Plaguelands, through the Alterac Snowy Mountains, through the vast grasslands of the Arathi Heights, to the Cursed Lands of the South, where they joined their high lord, the Ember Bringer. Prepare to pass through this massive portal known as the Door of Death.

Quel'Salas's army excitedly rode the speedboat and the dragon eagle to the front line.

Gilneth's army marched south along the Silver Pines Forest, where they joined Dalaran's mage forces in the town of Southsea and then marched south together.

Although everyone has no bottom in their hearts about everything they don't know, under the leadership of their respective leaders, everyone still maintains a heart to fight to the death.

Taking advantage of the time the expeditionary force gathered, Ares began his arduous griffon riding training. Under the tutelage of Vorstad himself, Ares' riding skills increased day by day. Although it is not an easy task to want to ride the snow eagle. The proud beast of the air did not cooperate, and even shook Ares off her back several times, but fortunately, Furstad himself drove his griffin to watch, and only caught Ares several times, avoiding the tragic situation of the paladin's crushing bones......

I have to say that driving a griffin and driving a war horse on the ground are two different things. Compared to riding a griffin, riding on the ground is only a child. The thrill of jumping into the sky and the visual impact of diving down from a height of 10,000 miles are not something ordinary people can bear. It's even more shocking than riding the scariest roller coaster in my previous life. Swooping at high speed, the oncoming air almost suffocates you, you can't open your eyes, at this moment, it's not you driving the griffin, it's the griffin playing with you and playing with you. Again and again, Ares could only hold on to the saddle and let the world in front of him spin around...... Until Snow Eagle was also exhausted and fell to the ground gasping for breath, while he vomited all the food he had eaten all day and fell to the ground like a dead fish......

"Snow Eagle, good girl, you know, I hate you so much, you are too proud, too strong, and yet, you know, for the sake of Azeroth, I need you again. Think about it, we cooperate, the Ember Messenger waving in the air, we will fight in the hordes of demons, in the army of the undead in the sea, and you, will be the brightest star on the battlefield, yes, you and I, we will save this world. Just like Lord Kudran, you will be the hero of Eagle's Nest Mountain. ”

"I'm going to take you to see Azeroth, the most beautiful scenery in the Outlands. Have you ever seen the floating islands in the sky in Nagrand? Under the endless blue sky, small islands made of rocks and soil float in the air, and there are even waterfalls floating down from the floating islands. I promise you've never seen it in your life. There is also the Fluorescent Forest of Terokca, where countless fluorescent particles float in the forest on a moonlit night, and purple exotic flowers bloom wantonly, just like scenes from a fairy tale. Yes, I'm going to take you to see the world. Come on, let's join forces and conquer the Outlands together, and I promise to give you three meals a day......"

After slipping limply off the griffin's back, Ares leaned on the equally panting Snow Eagle and chatted with her, which, in Furstad's words, was called an exchange of affection, and an important part of the griffon's understanding with people. Whether it's a fool or a mouthful, in short, Ares is like this, tirelessly chatting with the proud griffon Snow Eagle about his life ideals. Of course, life ideals are only used to coax children, but in the world of griffins, they are much simpler than humans......