"Tell me about you, what have you been through all these years in Quel'Thalas and the Outlands? I remember the last time we parted was in the Tifaris Glades, when you hated me so much that you almost killed me. ”

Under the night sky, Ares asked with a smile. Many things, looking back after a few years, I can't help but smile indifferently, things are not people, and the immaturity of the year is really a pity now. This is true for everyone.

"I experienced hope and betrayal."

Sylvanas bit her lip and continued—

"Back then, after parting with you, I wandered northern Lordaeron with the survivors of Silvermoon City, and then returned to Quel'Thalas, where I saw the wounds and traces left by the Plague undead on my people and my kingdom, the city razed to the ground, the smell of plague everywhere, and the disgusting stench of rancid floating in the air. Outside of Silvermoon City, a black corridor of death runs through the Eternal Song Forest, all the way to the border with Lordaeron to the south. ”

"Death Marks."

Ares said.

"I've been back too, and not long ago, your sister Winlessa became the leader of Silvermoon City, and she wrote me a letter of invitation asking Lordaeron to ally Quel'Thalas again. So, I took Valera and Drum to Silvermoon City, where I saw the black scar of death. ”

Ares continued.

"I'm so glad she's grown up to be a qualified leader."

Sylvanas said, a smile of relief on her face.

"Originally, you were supposed to be the leader."

Ares said.

"Well, but there's no need for it now, Winlessa has grown. She is capable of taking on this responsibility. ”

Sylvanas returned with a smile.

"And what about Prince Kael'thas?"

Ares asked.

"He doesn't deserve to be the king of Silvermoon City. He is not worthy to lead my people. ”

Sylvanas gritted her teeth.

"Tell me what happened to you when you came to the Outlands."

Ares asked in a low voice.

"In order to revive Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas brought most of the surviving Blood Elves to this shattered land, and then, without our knowledge, we began to hunt demons and then live by draining their power to alleviate their addiction. Although I did not absorb the power of these demons, many of my people absorbed it, and over time, their eyes turned eeriely green, and they became more and more crazy and irrational. Including Kyle himself. ”

Sylvanas said bitterly. Ares noticed that when Sylvanas called Kael'thas, he no longer called him a prince, but by his first name. A feeling of contempt and disdain was deeply reflected in her words.

"I asked Kael'thas again and again, what kind of power is this, and why does the blood elf become like that after absorbing the energy of others? But Kael'thas perfunctory me again and again. He wouldn't tell me the truth. Because the truth is evil in the first place. ”

Sylvanas said.

"The truth is that Kael'thas has taken refuge with the demon Kilgardan."

Sylvanas finished speaking, and Ares continued. Sylvanas' shocked expression could be seen.

"How do you know?"

She looked at Ares and asked in surprise.

"As I said, I went to Quel'Thalas, and there, I met Romans, the Grand Magus who had returned to Silvermoon City from the Outlands."

Ares replied with a smile.

"Okay...... Now that you know, I don't have to hide anything. Kael'thas has betrayed us, but many of the Blood Elves do not know that they simply think that their prince is saving them. And each time they drained their magical energy, they became more and more dependent on this power, which was the dark power from the Burning Legion. So, many of my people eventually went mad, and they followed their prince to fight in the Outlands, eventually capturing Stormkeep. There, Kael'thas sent Naru, the guardian of the Storm Keep, back to Silvermoon for the Blood Elves of Silvermoon to drain the Light energy. At that time, I completely parted ways with Kael'thas and was willing to follow me many blood elves, however, when I escaped from the Storm Fortress, many of my men were killed, and Kael'thas fire spells tore them apart, and they escaped with the last shred of sanity, only to die in the flames of their own prince. ”

Sylvanas said. The expression on her face was painful as she remembered this. This reminded Ares of the Alliance veteran who had been trapped in the basement of Fort Glory for more than a decade. When they recounted their memories, it was as if they were reliving a terrible nightmare.

"A total of three thousand blood elves have chosen to leave Stormwind Fortress and break with Kael'thas. However, when they came out, there were only a thousand people left. It's the people in the camp that you're seeing right now. They are brave and strong warriors who have experienced the ...... of hope and betrayal"

After Sylvanas finished speaking, Ares realized what Sylvanas had said at the beginning of the conversation was about hope and betrayal. This is a history of racial honor and disgrace. It is full of tragedy, tenacity and struggle. Sylvanas is the embodiment of such an unyielding struggle, leading these weak blood elves alone, evading the orcs and Kael'thas, and keeping an eye out for the cunning demon guards and hellhounds. And the number of them is only a thousand. How did Sylvanas do it? Ares couldn't help but admire his former lover from the bottom of his heart.

"Later, we wandered through the Outlands, hiding from Kael'thas and demons. Ridiculous, right? What was once a hunter is now prey. We hid in the burrows of Blade's Edge Mountain, in the forests, in the mud caves of the swamps, and eventually, my people and I wandered to the Hellfire Peninsula. Perhaps the safest place is the safest place, and I ended up camping in the valley around the Hellfire Fortress, which Kael'thas would never have imagined. So, we spent two whole years here safely. He also had a very thorough understanding of the situation at the Hellfire Fortress. ”

Sylvanas continued. They talked like old friends who had been reunited for a long time, and although it had been five years, no, six years had passed, they still didn't feel strange. It's just that Sylvanas's face is still so young and beautiful, her figure is still so slender, her slightly upturned buttocks are leaning against the stone pier, and the Hyjal Mountain on her chest is still erect, revealing a girlish beauty. Ares, on the other hand, felt that he had grown irreversibly old. The body is much stronger and stronger, but the stubble has also increased significantly.