Plagues and natural disasters gripped Lordaeron.

The Sodoril River floated with foul-smelling corpses, entrails, and scarlet and blackened blood every day, and it seemed that overnight, the entire continent of Lordaeron was divided into several separate small areas, and the castles and towns were in constant fear.

Even rumors of the Lich King's personal arrival in Lordaeron began to spread, with the resurrection of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the Dark Ranger raging, and rumors were like a spiritual plague that infected everyone's hearts. This kind of pressure makes everyone's daily life tense and mentally poor. But fortunately, every town and castle is guarded by veterans.

These veterans of the First Cataclysmic War have now become the backbone of Lordaeron and the pillars of the nation.

Ares stood on the map and sighed, thinking deeply, the world seemed to be in a kind of madness and black and white. The map in front of him changed to two colors - black and white.

Black is a plague of natural disasters, it comes from the north, and the trumpets of midwinter resound in every corner of the continent of Lordaeron. It was the footsteps of death, cold, solid, and unstoppable. The other color is white. Representing Lordaeron's last hope, the color of the Knights of the Silver Hand, his eyes seemed to see thousands of Lordaeron paladins and warriors standing in the square of hope, holding their own weapons and shields, swearing a promise never to give up.

Will darkness once again descend on this plagued city? Ares didn't know...... He thought, worried, and walked into the room alone...... Boundless darkness, an unclear future. He remembered Velon, the prophet, how would he feel if he saw what he saw? But Veron is not here, and no one can understand the pressure of the Lich King's arrival on Ares. It was as if he had come specifically to find him. Yes, Arthas also dreamed of that sword - the Ember Bringer. The Excalibur that would end his reign.

In the dream, Frostmourn and the Ember Bringer will face off fiercely, attacking and defending each other. It's like two beasts biting each other. Light and shadow intertwine and confront the dark hall, and the ending will be like the fall of Uther, when the Lightbringer is killed by Frostmourn? Arthas didn't know, and neither did Ares. They are like twin brothers, and like a pair of bitter enemies.

Ares felt a splitting headache, and he lay down, the fiery red light gradually extinguishing before his eyes......

……

"What about Ares? Call him out! ”

In the Lordaeron Council Hall, the nobles were already getting impatient. They roared angrily, shoved the guards in front of them, and scolded them one after another - invisible at the critical moment, as a shrunken turtle! You don't deserve to be the head of the Knights! This kind of angry shouting continued for several days. Although Drum and Whitemane are still on the scene, they are equally incomprehensible to Ares' inaction.

Whitemane even went from adoration at the beginning to disdain now...... Could it be that the Great Lord is really what everyone says he is? Cowardly and unrigid? But how could it be, he defeated the ancient gods, defeated the demons, how could he be invisible at this time?

Whitemane tried to meet Ares, but each time, she couldn't get a satisfactory answer from him.

"The undead have completely fenced off our coast and built a port? All our money is wasted! These funds might as well be used to form more militia groups. Ares is a liar! A coward! ”

Several nobles openly shouted outside.

"What do you say? You dare to say it again! ”

Hearing the taunt, Drum rushed forward and yelled at the arrogant Lordaeron nobleman.

But the noble councillor did not seem to back down, and he erected his small body and openly shouted at the great general Drum.

"I say, Ares is a coward, a liar, a clown! He doesn't deserve the respect he deserves! ”

The young aristocratic politician shouted. His shouting could be heard almost throughout the hall.

At this time, an unexpected move appeared. Like a wild beast, Drum grabbed the nobleman by the throat.

"Don't think I dare slap you, you'd better shut your foul mouth. I know better than you what kind of person Ares is, and when you were still in your mansion with those cows in your house, Ares had already carried the Ash Messenger and ran around the continent. Without him, Theramore would not have been established, the Angela Zerg would not have been defeated, and without him, Stormwind would still be in chaos, and even the entire kingdom would have disintegrated, and Varian would not know which orc arena he was still fighting with those beasts. Without Ares, now, without the invasion of the Scourge Legion, the Burning Legion would have ravaged the land, and the demons would have walked on the lifeless land. Without Ares, there would be no Lordaeron now! And you, how old are you? A calf with fine skin and tender meat, who has never seen a real battlefield. It's as easy as me pinching you to death as it is with an ant. ”

Drumm roared and lifted the young nobleman to his feet. This scene stunned everyone. Even the young nobles themselves were frightened. He felt like he was really suffocating, and the muscles in Drum's arm were bruising. His expression can eat people......

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"Did you hear it all?"

After lecturing the troublesome nobleman, Drumm walked into Ares's room with a look of rage. As soon as he entered, Ares was half-lying at the head of the bed staring at him. Drumm knew right away what was going on.

"Well, I heard it all."

Ares replied lightly.

"So you came up with an idea? The people outside are waiting for you to speak, the whole Lordaeron is waiting, the whole Order is waiting. Is it defensive or aggressive? You have something to say. ”

Drum asked anxiously. His greatsword reflected the red light of the setting sun outside the house, looking solemn and solemn.

"The offense is definitely going to happen, but not now. Defend...... With our strength, we can only defend one place. ”

Ares said with a frown.

"A place? What do you mean? ”

"Brother, what do you think is the real goal of the Scourge Legion?"

Ares asked melancholy.

"The Chapel of the Light's Wish, no doubt for weeks, has been moving in the direction of the Chapel. Moreover, almost all the outposts along the way were almost completely destroyed by them. ”

Drumm said categorically.

"Yes, that's your opinion, and that's the opinion of most people. But some things are often not what you think, everyone thinks so, then, there is a problem with this matter. ”

Ares said with a heavy heart. He looked at Drum, hoping to read a little understanding and respect in his eyes.

Respect...... There are still some, and a little more...... But understanding, like everyone else, Drum could not understand...... Even if Ares and himself are comrades-in-arms who share life and death......

"What's the problem?"

Drumm asked.

"I don't think the Lich King's real goal is in the Chapel of Light. Perhaps this is his real purpose. ”

Ares said seriously.

"Here? Lordaeron City? ”

Drumm let out a cry of surprise.

"Yes, Lordaeron."

"Why? Beneath the Chapel of Light's Wish lies thousands of paladins, noble Heroic Spirits who are the greatest threat to the Lich King. Why did the Lich King make such a big detour to attack here, instead of taking the Chapel by the way? ”

Standing in front of Ares, Drumm expressed his confusion......