Drum's struggle to get up, having never used the portal, exhausted the soldiers who walked through the portal. At this time, Ares found that there were still many people who had escaped from that battle, at least half of the people of Silver Dawn had escaped, and some elves had already followed Sylvanas.

Now, by his side are these exhausted human soldiers. Fred was badly wounded, unconscious, and cared for by the men of Silver Dawn. Falck, also covered in wounds, was resting under a tree.

"Brother, where are we going now?"

Drumm asked, dragging his tired body to his feet. His body was covered in scars, and it was clear that Berserk had ignored his own pain while fighting, only to discover his injuries after the fight. Rage makes the warrior more ferocious and brutal, and at the same time, it is more susceptible to damage, Ares remembers that in World of Warcraft, the berserk warrior will take an additional ten percent damage when fighting, although it was a game, but now it seems that this is indeed the case......

"I don't know...... Let's go back to the Silver Dawn......"

After a moment of silence, Ares slowly replied, and now, he was the leader of the group.

As he spoke, Ares placed his hand on Drum's injured shoulder, and a golden light flowed from his fingertips, slowly healing the human uncle's wounds.

……

Walking in the land of the Plaguelands, the days seem to have returned to their previous peaceful state, surrounded by a group of pure masters. Fred's injuries are gradually improving, and he can even treat others with holy light. The first thing Ares found out about the old priest after he had recovered from his injuries was to pray, to pray for the Light.

As for the High Elves, Quel'Salas, Sylvanas...... It seems to be a dream, that beautiful life only existed for a short period of time, and now, when the dream wakes up, everything is back to reality, back to the starting point. Ares is a little sentimental, but there is no way, this chaotic era is always full of sad songs and blood and tears.

In the Western Plaguelands, Andorhar has long been devastated, and the Scarlet Crusaders are still attacking the Valley of the Hearth, but Ares doesn't want to get involved, he wants to rush to Silver Dawn's stronghold in the Eastern Plaguelands early.

"Depending on Sirius' bearing, we should be moving in the opposite direction of it."

Drumm looked at the bright stars in the sky and said confidently. Although his words are often unreliable, Ares can only trust him here and now. After all, he was not a native of Lordaeron, and knew little about the astronomy and geography of Azeroth. And the Sirius Ares guess that Drumm spoke of is like the Big Dipper on Earth, which can be used as a reference for travelers to set their course.

"Tell me, we'll be a few days away?"

Ares fiddled with the wood in the campfire and asked sullenly.

"Three, four, or five days. On our way, we will pass through Andorhar, where a large number of undead troops are entrenched. Just like no, also on the way for the Scarlet Crusade to attack the Valley of the Hearth, we must bypass it. ”

"Can't you just say an exact time? The difference between three days and five days is huge! Without enough food, we'll starve to death in the wilderness. ”

Due to Sylvanas' departure, Ares was a little distraught and a little grumpy.

"Ares, you need to keep your temper in check, you weren't like that before. High Elves, I know you're struggling about this, but it's useless to be distressed, we can't change what has happened. Let's put it this way, if we take the main road, bypassing Andorhar, we can reach the camp in three days, but the main road is prone to encounters with the undead and crusaders, and if we take the small road, it will take about five or six days. ”

Drum came back from observing the vastness of the universe and said with a serious expression. Ares was a little embarrassed from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't show it on the surface......

"Alright, let's take the path. I don't want to meet any more undead now. ”

Ares replied absentmindedly. But his eyes looked at the endless night in the distance.

"Exactly, you don't want to fight, you still miss that elf chick, what a graceful figure, towering peaks and lush grass, more flavorful than a human woman."

Seeing Ares like this, Drumm felt dissatisfied in his heart, and he wanted to wake up his companion, but after all, he was not a learned person, he did not know polite language, and only used the ruest words to provoke Ares.

As a result, as soon as Drum's words fell, Ares's fist went up, but it was quickly stopped by Fred. Priest Fred took Ares's fist with one hand. His arms were a little emaciated, but they were surprisingly powerful when infused with divine power.

"Calm down, kid. Don't let anger consume your reason, Sylvanas will understand you one day. ”

Fred said in a low voice, and Ares was surprised that he was not making a sound on the surface, but he could hear what he was saying. It's a trick of spiritual connection again......

"I know, teacher......"

Ares, who had calmed down, was a little disappointed. In the end, it is still a return to reality. Quel'Thalas's life is just a dream.

"Also, Ares, there's a question I have to make clear in advance."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased somewhat, Drumm continued to nag.

"Then you say."

"Five days is ideal, Ares, you know, Silver Dawn is not like the Scarlet Crusaders, they have a fixed station, Silver Dawn does not have a fixed station, they are sparsely numbered, they often hide in Tibet, not only to face the surprise attacks of the undead Scourge army, but also to face the capture of the Scarlet Crusaders. You know, the Scarlet Crusaders will kill everyone who disagrees with them. ”

Drumm replied.

Now Ares was even more speechless, he knew that the Silver Dawn was very rare before he crossed over, but he didn't expect that when he really crossed Azeroth, the number of people in this organization called the Silver Dawn was even smaller, and it was simply a rare elite...... The Scarlet Crusaders were even more cruel than expected, and all who would not obey their leadership were to be killed. So many of the people of Silver Dawn were killed at the beginning of their escape from the Scarlet Crusader camp. Those who can survive are some elites.