He passed out. Our Light spells have no effect on him. ”

"No, Ares will wake up, he's the Ember Bringer, and the Ember Bringer is not that easy to fall."

In the sand pit, the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde expressed their opinions, facing the lying on the ground and pretending to be dead? Or the truly dead Ares, whether it's the priest of the Alliance or the druid of the Night Elves, they are at a loss. Their healing spells seemed to be bounced back when they touched Ares. Indeed, if even the Ash Messenger can't be cured, outsiders can't do anything about it.

However, just as the Alliance and the tribesmen were fighting for a parched mouth, the dead man lying on the sand coughed miserably.

"He's not dead yet!"

The Coalition's priest girl shouted. The excitement could not be concealed in the words. At the same time, the druids of the Night Elves also came together, and they found that their previous healing spells were not useless, but all of them were absorbed, and the armor worn by the paladin was like a container for storing energy, which could absorb all the beneficial spells and release them when needed to heal or strengthen Ares's body. But such a miraculous effect is obviously not something that an ordinary piece of armor can do.

"It's enchanted!"

The surviving Night Elves exclaimed. Magic, this magical and great "invention", is simply a treasure for humans and High Elves. But for the Night Elves, that's the source of chaos and darkness. The energy of magic attracts demons in the Void, something that all Night Elves hate. As a result, there were two factions again in the debate about Ares.

The Night Elves insisted that Ares must take off his armor, while the human mages and priests insisted that Ares must continue to wear it, and the road ahead was full of dangers, and without the protection of the armor, the human body would not be able to resist the gnawing of the swarm. In this case, the warriors of the tribe mostly sided with Ares. Weapons and steel helmets are the best way to deal with the swarm, a warrior, especially a human warrior, who has lost his armor, what kind of warrior is it? Paladins are the same, to put it bluntly, warriors and priests.

"Water ......"

Just as the two sides were arguing, Ares spoke with difficulty. The world in front of him was dim, still the desert, or the endless yellow sand and insect corpses. Ares didn't care what the two sides were arguing about, it was strange that three different races could get along amicably, and now he only had to drink saliva and stand in the desert for so long. The water is all evaporated.

The eyes of the crowd instantly focused on Ares again.

The priests hurriedly removed the water bags from their bodies and fed Ares water hand in hand. One priest gently lifted Ares' head and rested it on her lap, while another gently poured water onto Ares' parched lips.

After drinking half a jug of yellow water, Ares sat up from the sand. I honestly don't want to leave the priest's lap, but right now, there's more important things to do. The team of survivors with hundreds of people in front of him needs to be led by himself. And the damn arguments in this team, which seem endless. Night elves, orcs, humans, tribes, and alliances, it seems that no one will let anyone, and they all look big.

Fortunately, they all recognized Ares.

"Great Lord, please take off your armor, we are willing to fight side by side with you."

A Night Elf druid broke through the crowd and walked over to speak.

"Why?"

Ares had just woken up from a coma, and he looked confused. The Night Elves themselves had seen it, but this Night Elf was not the same kind as Belisa's group of Night Elves, and this young Night Elf looked very arrogant. He said it almost by pointing to Ares' nose.

"For no reason, we need a pure ally, a true warrior. Instead of a pseudo-knight who relies on the power of magic to win. ”

The young Night Elf said arrogantly.

"The power of magic? You see clearly, a few hours ago, I used the Holy Light to heal you and protect you, where did the magic come from? ”

Holding back the unhappiness in his heart, Ares replied as politely as possible.

"Your armor, this armor you're wearing, has magical energy attached to it."

The Night Elves said. At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on these two people, and Ares' every move will directly determine whether the conflict will escalate. However, the paladin's answer was beyond everyone's expectations.

"If I want to take off this armor, it's impossible. This is the royal armor of Lordaeron, the glory of the Knights of the Silver Hand, if you have to take it off, then I can only reply to you - you. ”

At this moment, the field was still. No one thought that an ordinary-looking piece of armor would be a treasure that Ares really cherished. Even though it was cratered and left countless marks of swords and worm legs, the paladins still regarded it as a treasure, a symbol of glory.

The young Night Elf was silent for a moment. He seemed to realize that he had touched the knight's most sensitive nerves, however, he didn't seem to be intent on apologizing.

"Magic, yes, magic again. I know you and your people hate magic. It was magic that caused the Burning Legion to invade and nearly destroy our world. But I must tell you that without magic, my people and I would have perished. On the continent we live in, when humanity was still in the era of slash-and-burn, the forest trolls were already very powerful, and they cornered the elves of Quel'Thalas, and they also pushed humanity to the brink. It was the elves of Quel'Salas who taught my ancestors magic. And, thanks to this strength, my people have been able to survive on the perilous Eastern Continent. It is the power of magic, so to speak, that has created the prosperity of the human kingdom. ”

Seeing that the elf didn't speak, Ares continued—

"Indeed, the energy of magic can attract the attention of demons, and even the Burning Legion. But have you ever wondered if it's a problem with the magic itself, or is it the person who uses it, something is wrong? If magic is inherently wrong, then why does it exist in this world? You don't dare admit it, well, I'll make it clear. In fact, there is nothing wrong with magic itself, and the rational use of it can allow civilization to develop and allow us to avoid the harm of the evil of this world. However, many times you are not able to use it properly. Ten thousand years ago, your noble Queen Azhara became obsessed with the power of magic and desperately studied the Well of Eternity, captivated by its powerful power, and eventually invited the invasion of the Burning Legion. Ten thousand years later, the arrogant, so-called High Elves of Quel'Salas, equally fascinated by the power of magic, created the so-called Sunwell, and the people sucked the power of the well in an almost morbid way, and eventually, they succeeded in attracting the attention of the demons. Don't say that the Scourge wiped them out, the Scourge is nothing more than a lackey of the Burning Legion. ”

"Let's look back again, if everyone who uses magic can refrain from being seduced by the desires of the heart, then would there still be these tragedies? Obviously, the answer is no. So, don't run away, friend, there is nothing wrong with magic itself, it's the human heart that's wrong, it's lust and evil thoughts that ruin us. ”

Standing in front of the Night Elves, Ares said tirelessly. You can see that the Night Elf suddenly lowered his head, obviously, these words hit the fragile nerves in his heart. It should be said that it hit the fragile and sensitive nerves of everyone present. Indeed, no matter what race, who has no desire for control in their hearts, no desire for darkness? This is the source of sin.

"Ares, Great Lord, well, I have to admit that I didn't know much about your race before, but I see hope in you."

With that, an older-looking Night Elf walked over and nodded to the young paladin. Subsequently, the entire team of Night Elves expressed their willingness to stay and join the coalition...... Survivor Coalition ......

"Thank you."

Facing the older elder, Ares nodded. Thank you and your understanding. At the same time, the situation does not allow for much hesitation and rest. Survivors, yes, are survivors now, but if they don't find a way out, they will soon be lying here forever like corpses in this desert.

"We have to make a decision."

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Ares said with a little weariness.