"Then I'll wait for the day when the Ember Messenger returns, and the day you return."

A cold wind blew, drying tears from the corners of Whiteman's eyes. Ares couldn't help but stretch out his rough palm and caress the face of the Grand Prosecutor, feeling, just like comforting Gianna, the warm light flickered on Ares's palm, warming Whitemane's skin and her heart.

Even though the windows were dark and cold, there was still a hint of warmth in the room.

"...... Ares"

Whitemane reached out and took Ares' hand, and an unspeakable feeling crept through her, a sad, melancholy, helpless, and hopeful episode...... She remembered the first time Ares had come to the Scarlet Abbey, with her father's sword with only anger in her eyes, and that she had considered him an enemy. Even, at one point, he suspected that Ares was his father's killer. However, in the past year or so, too much has happened......

"...... Ares"

She whispered to Ares again, so small that she couldn't even hear herself. In the room, there was only the sound of heavy breathing of two people.

Under the soft candlelight of the chandelier, an ambiguous atmosphere began to spread throughout the room. Ares's hand unconsciously fell from Whitemane's face, to her thin lips, to her soft, warm neck, to her slender and sexy collarbone, and down there, to herself as a beast......

All right...... It's no different from a beast......

Ares' "care" warmed her heart, and Whitemane didn't say anything. After more than a year of getting along, she couldn't say too many things, and she couldn't say ...... At the moment, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were closed......

Whitemane shuddered, not knowing if it was because of the nervousness or the cold.

Beneath that gorgeous robe was hidden such a perfect body that Ares hadn't discovered before...... As the Grand Inquisitor of the Scarlet Abbey, Whitemayne has always dressed modestly, even in the summer with long sleeves, which Ares ignores...... has always treated her as a deputy and as a little sister.

At this moment, most of Whitemayne's clothes had fallen on the slender waist, and Ares threw many of the bottom lines of being a human being out of his mind, and in the room, there were only the increasingly rapid gasps of two people.

Ares suddenly found that Whitemayne's face was so good-looking, she was not as perfect as Sylvanas's appearance and body proportions, nor was she like Gianna, who had a natural elegant temperament, she was just an ordinary girl, extraordinary in the ordinary, her skin was like a child, white and red, and her voice was very gentle, even gentler than Gianna. For a moment, Ares suddenly remembered the voice of the female inquisitor in "The Trial of the Champions", full of magnetism, how many otaku have been fascinated by the voice of the female inquisitor. Even if it's just a few words.

"...... Ares"

Whitemane whispered Ares' name again, melting Ares' heart...... Her eyes were misty, like a docile cat asleep by the fire. The long chestnut hair naturally covered part of her brows and eyes, looking so pure and lovely.

But Ares couldn't stay any longer. Tomorrow I have to prepare for a long trip, although the servant will prepare all the luggage, but I also have to go back to check, the key is that how can I talk to a person of the opposite sex about the truth of late at night...... Even if it's an in-depth conversation, etiquette needs to be maintained...... This shouldn't have happened tonight......

……

On the open forest avenue, the bright sunlight shining into the woods, the Chapel of the Wish of Light, the warriors of the Silver and White Crusaders stood at the gate of the camp and bid farewell to their leader. Ares was dressed in a military uniform, and beside him stood the archmage Gianna and the great warrior Dram. On this long journey, Ares only brought five of his comrades who lived and died, and the rest stayed in the Chapel of the Light's Wish, including Herrod, to help Whitemayne manage the new team.

It wasn't as gloomy and solemn as before, and after recognizing Ares's plan, everyone was no longer so opposed. Twenty years ago, when the orcs invaded Azeroth, Stormwind fell in the south, and Lothar took the remnants of the storm across the ocean to Lordaeron in the north to seek rescue. And now, with the invasion of the Scourge army and the fall of Lordaeron, as the commander of Lordaeron's civil organization, Ares has also taken the remnants of Lordaeron to the south to seek support from the Stormwind Kingdom. It's just that the Chapel of the Light's Wish can't be abandoned, so the rest of the people didn't go south with Ares.

"Take care."

Maxwell, the former Silver Dawn High Lord, walked over and said in a deep voice.

He held Ares' iron-clad hand in one hand, and then embraced Ares in a gesture of forgetfulness.

The Brotherhood of Light also said goodbye to Ares one by one.

Finally, there was Whitemayne, the archprocurator of the original Scarlet Abbey, whose expression was full of reluctance at the moment. She looked at Ares, reluctant to leave. Even Gianna sensed that something was wrong, but as a well-informed daughter of the royal family, she didn't say anything, just smiled and continued to say goodbye to the others.

In the end, Whitemane couldn't help it, and hugged Ares tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time. For a moment, Gianna's face showed a strange expression, but it quickly dissipated. She pretended not to see it, pretending that it was a pure friendship between comrades-in-arms.

"Let's go."

The sunlight faintly pierced the woods, shining on the farewell crowd, the dwarf Muller urged. His griffin had returned to Eagle's Nest alone, and he and a few of the Hammer Dwarves had stayed behind to lead Ares through the Poison Mist Canyon before arriving at Eagle's Nest, knowing that Ares and Gianna were going south.

Eagle's Nest Mountain is a must-stop from the Plaguelands to Stormwind. Of course, if you want to take the sea route, you don't say it. However, the ice in the harbor has not yet melted, and Ares apparently does not have that much time to wait.

"Ares, remember your mission, one day, you will return to Lordaeron."

Ares was about to turn when Whitemane stopped him. Her eyes were full of sadness, and at the same time, there was a faint anticipation. For a moment, Ares seemed to see the shadow of Sylvanas in her, the elven ranger standing at the crossroads of the Eternal Song Forest before Quel'Thalas was destroyed, looking at herself with the same beauty, waving at her, her long hair blowing like an oil painting.

But the time of parting always comes.

Under the eyes of everyone, the figures of Ares and Gianna gradually disappeared at the end of the woods avenue.