After the battle, the city of Shattrath was in shambles, the original majestic city walls were smashed into several gaps, many buildings in the city were also smashed by huge stones thrown by orc catapults, the city gate was badly damaged, and several arrow towers were destroyed. Many of the residents of Shattrath have lost loved ones and partners.

Ares and Varian were invited to the Vault of Light as heroes. Here, Adal, the lord of Shattrath City, thanked the paladins for what he had done, and the moment he met Naru, Ares finally knew what the illusion he had seen in battle had been. That was the image of Naru, like an angel with outstretched wings, radiating pure light energy.

At the same time, it was here that Ares met Khadgar, the archmage who had been hanging all the way in the World of Warcraft and was almost omnipotent. It's just that in reality, he's just an old man, and he doesn't seem to have many awesome skills, and he can't even fight Illidan alone. In the battle just past, he teamed up with Varian and Liadline to barely end up with Illidan.

Sitting in the Hall of Light, Ares scrutinized Khadgar while everyone else scrutinized Ares...... All the garrisons in Shattrath City are powered by the Light of the Naru clan, and they cannot surpass the light of Adar, but in the past battles, Ares's performance seems to have exceeded this range...... The Naru clan is both happy and sorrowful......

"How long has Illidan been attacking this city?"

It took a long time for Ares to ask in deep thought. You can see that the guards are paying attention, an alien hero, even if he brings hope to the city, but the aura he carries is too dazzling, but it is not a good thing. Every race has its own selfish agendas, even the Draenei with their pure faith.

"For two years, two years, that demon has been sending troops to attack this place. Although each time we have pushed back its troops, the years of war have also reduced the number of our warriors. ”

Sitting across from Ares, General Draenei Tirasalan said earnestly.

"In short, he's consuming our warriors."

Ares frowned and returned.

"With this possibility, Illidan seems to have an endless army, and he even used demonic blood to create evil orcs, and almost all the orcs in this land are contaminated by him."

Tirasalan continued. Ares found that at this moment, he had not yet worn the robe of the shattered sun, but only wore the suit and armor of his own clan, with a delicate crystal war hammer behind him, and the dark blue skin was very reminiscent of the aliens in the movie "Avatar". It's just that the Draenei look stronger, their muscles are not inferior to those of the orcs, and at the same time, they also have a devout belief that they can summon the Light to fight, and the combat power of a single Draenei warrior is far superior to that of the orcs, but unfortunately their numbers are too small.

"It's not endless, and the number of his troops is also limited, so there's no need to be too pessimistic."

Ares returned.

"Well, anyway, thank you for coming, Paladin, you have brought new hope to the city."

Sitting across from Ares, General Tirasalan said earnestly. Although I don't know if his words were from the heart or polite flattery, but in any case, the atmosphere was relatively friendly. The arrival of the Alliance did strengthen the garrison of Shattrath. However, Ares and Varian knew in their hearts that their ultimate goal was not to stay in the city and wait for old age, but to find all the portals in the Outlands and close them to ensure that Azeroth behind the Dark Gate was safe.

"By the way, General, on the way to the conference hall, I saw that this city has taken in many refugees, especially those in the slums, and there are tens of thousands of them, why mobilize them to become part of your garrison?"

Without a hint of politeness, Ares inquired about the situation in the city of Tirassaland, the great general. Shattrath's situation reminded Ares of the human cities of the previous life, those tall buildings were always sparsely lit with a few lights, like ghost towns, and those shanty towns, old houses, were full of people...... The city of Shattrath in front of me has the same feeling.

"Refugees in the slums? Oh paladins, you may not know the specifics, since Naru came here, the city has begun to take in people displaced by the war, however, most of these refugees are unarmed civilians, they have suffered in the war, and the sight of demons and orcs is like seeing death, they do not have the courage to raise their warhammers and swords against the armies of Illidan, against the demons, and even if some of them dare to face these evil creatures, they have no combat skills, and they will only die in battle. ”

In the face of Ares's question, the Draenei General Tirasalan explained seriously.

"If you don't dare to participate in melee combat, then it's better to pick up a ranged weapon."

Ares continued.

"Bow and arrow? It takes a long time to train, and not everyone can use a longbow. ”

Tirasalan returned.

"No, no, not a bow and arrow, it's a musket."

Ares immediately retorted.

"Muskets?"

When Ares said the term, the Draenei looked confused.

"Yes, muskets, I think you've seen them, are long-barreled weapons in the hands of Union soldiers, and they shoot not arrows, but metal bullets. Moreover, when the bullet is discharged, it produces a dense smoke of gunpowder, so to speak, almost every dwarf has one such weapon in his hand. ”

Ares continued. Tirasaran's expression could be seen to ease slightly, and he understood what weapon Ares was referring to. It's just that their number is very small, so small that it is negligible......

"I see, the kind of weapons you mean, but there are fewer of them than crystal hammers."

Tirasalan returned.

"There used to be very little, but now that we are here, this guy will not be less."

As soon as Ares finished speaking, the dwarves cast strange glances. Clearly, they had already guessed what Ares was trying to do.

"Ares, you know, transporting firearms is not an easy job, it is not as easy as you think."

Before the Draenei could ask, the dwarves chimed in. Obviously, Shattrath is the defense center of the Outlands, and it has dragged a large number of evil orcs and even demons, and it is reasonable for the Alliance to unconditionally support Shattrath's defense efforts in order to ensure the safety of Azeroth. It's just that no one will be so happy when it comes to interests, after all, no race is an absolute virgin......

"It's not easy, it's not easy, but I'm not going to ask you to deliver firearms to Shattrath unconditionally, look at the city, and its buildings, and you'll know that this will be a very reasonable cooperation."

Looking at the staring eyes of the dwarves, Ares smiled.

"What's wrong with the city?"

The dwarven officer Manas asked.

"Gold, this city is built of gold."

Ares said with a smile. For a moment, the eyes of all the copperbearded dwarves on the field immediately bloomed with excitement and incomparable joy.