"No, no, no......"

In the quiet night of the Zangar swamp, Sylvanas awoke from her sleep, and she was with her, just in time to meet Ares's concerned eyes. Windranger looked tired, and she propped her forehead with her hands, then rubbed her eyes vigorously to distinguish between reality and dreams.

"Nightmares again?"

Ares asked with concern.

"Hmmm......"

Sylvanas whispered back. The giant mushroom above his head emitted a faint soft light, and it fell on the face of the Windranger, full of melancholy. Ares had never seen Sylvanas so melancholy before. She is like a goddess who has come out of a dream, with a slender figure and melancholy eyes, which makes people feel a little pity.

"What kind of nightmare?"

Ares asked. He handed the kettle to Sylvanas.

"What is this?"

Sylvanas asked curiously.

"Don't worry, it's not poison, it's not a drug."

Ares joked.

"Of course I know it's not poison......"

Sylvanas pouted back.

"Take a sip and try it, Ningshen Flower Tea. Wherever I go, I take it with me. ”

Ares said with a smile.

"No taste......

"It's true, it's light, but it can make you sober and calm."

"Well, that sounds good."

"Now, tell me, what did you just dream?"

Taking the kettle back from Sylvanas, Ares asked with a smile.

"I dreamed that I was back in the Battle of Quel'Thalas, fighting the endless Scourge Legion. I dreamed that my sister Winlessa had returned to help the soldiers of Silvermoon City fight off the undead of the natural disaster. I also dreamed that King Anas himself wore the armor of the Sunwrath and commanded thousands of High Elves against the undead of the Scourge. ”

Sylvanas said, hugging her long legs, rubbing her eyes with her slender hand.

"I'd love to know if you're still in your dreams?"

Sylvanas finished speaking, Ares asked jokingly.

"Yes...... There must be ......"

Ares asked jokingly, but Sylvanas answered very seriously...... Just after saying that, the Windranger himself felt that something was wrong...... She smiled awkwardly.

Neither spoke again. Then, the silence was interrupted by the sound of the Night Elves marching horde.

It was a huge army, a real expeditionary force. Judging by their number, there are at least tens of thousands. Over the past few days, the number of Night Elves gathered around the reservoir has increased, and now, Ares has finally waited for the real Cenarion Expeditionary Force.

A few horned eagles screamed and hovered over the heads of Ares and the Hammerhammer Dwarves, and the Snow Hawk and the numerous griffons were visibly impatient. They didn't allow other creatures to dominate the skies, which were originally their territory. If it weren't for the pacification of the Hammer Knight and Ares, I'm afraid these griffins would have rushed into the sky in the next second and captured these annoying guys.

"You're Ares, the paladin?"

The lead Night Elf is a druid, as evidenced by the antlers on top of his head. He walked over to where Ares was, and asked politely.

"Yes. Ares, the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Mogrian. ”

Ares stood up and said.

"Thank you for healing my people, I'm Grand Druid Joyce, the leader of the expeditionary force."

The druid bent down and returned earnestly. Ares notices Isel. Feng Ge was behind him, and the two must have some kind of inexplicable relationship, but what the specific relationship was, Ares didn't ask. Night elves have long lifespans, and some of them appear to be couples, but they are actually father and daughter...... So to avoid embarrassment, Ares didn't ask much.

"Beneath these waters, there is darkness and evil. I know what the Naga are trying to do to gather all the water and control the water sources of the entire Outlands. But this creates an ecological imbalance and causes irreversible damage to the natural environment here. I could even feel the painful wails of the Earth Spirits. ”

Glancing at the Windranger beside Ares, the druid didn't say much, instead shifting the conversation to the next plan of action. Iser was on the sidelines, looking coldly at the undisturbed surface of the lake. It's beautiful, but it's dangerous.

"We must attack those Nagas, Lord Ares, and if you want, come with us. I believe that your power will help us to break through the gates of the evil underground palace. ”

Joyce said.

Of course, Ares nodded. Then looking at the Windranger beside him, Sylvanas responded with a knowing smile.

"Thank you for joining us, Paladin."

Druid Joyce and Priestess Ischel said at the same time.

"The question is, how do we go down? Naga live underwater, and we don't have the ability to breathe underwater. ”

Ares asked. Panya Reservoir is real, but unlike in the game, you can't dive here, because of the depth, and no one can stand the pressure of the water where Naga lives.

"Leave this to us, rest assured, paladin, I will get you to the bottom of the lake safely. Then, we will fight side by side. ”

Druid Joyce said.

Ares nodded incredulously. Then he stood by the lake with Sylvanas and the Hammer Knights, and began to wait patiently. I saw that the troops of the Night Elves continued to assemble, until the entire lake was full of their men.

Immediately after that, the Druids of the Expeditionary Force began to cast spells.

For a moment, Ares felt something strange on the surface of the water. You can see that the Hammer Dwarves on the side have shown reverent eyes, like the Night Elves, the Hammer Dwarves respect nature very much, and the scene in front of them may not be perceived by Ares, but the Hammer Dwarves who have been dealing with nature for a long time may be able to perceive it. They felt the forces of nature, wind, earth, water, and even rocks.

After a few minutes, the anomaly on the surface of the water became more and more apparent. You can see that cracks began to appear on the originally calm surface of the lake, and a large amount of water swirled around these cracks, making a roaring roar, and gradually, the cracks became bigger and bigger. It almost turned into a funnel-shaped whirlpool. No, that's the whirlpool......

Soon, a large amount of water rolled into these whirlpools, and the whirlpools continued to expand, like slender funnels, reaching the bottom of the lake! And unlike ordinary funnels, these slender underwater funnels are all inclined from the surface of the lake to the bottom, rather than going vertically. Ares and Sylvanas immediately understood that the druids wanted them to pass through these slender underwater passages to the bottom of the Panya Reservoir! Soon, the first Night Elf warriors began to line up to jump into these wildly swirling underwater passages, and in the center of these whirlpools, it was almost hollow, that is, it had no lake at all.

Ares stared at all this in front of him with wide eyes, he had thought of a way to go deep underwater countless times, a respirator? Secret passages? Transmission? But I never thought that I would enter the bottom of the Panya Reservoir in such a way!