After spending half a month in Gilneth City and helping Liam rebuild order in the city, Ares is ready to set off again for the Scarlet Monastery. It's been more than three months since I left there, and I don't know what happened to the monastery, whether it was besieged by the undead scourge. Everything is unknown, running around the continent of Lordaeron, there is a feeling of walking on thin ice, Ares doesn't even know if he will have another Scourge army to attack Gilneth on his back foot.

Therefore, a united front must be established, since the alliance has no time to take care of the north.

Before leaving, Prince Liam asked Crolley to join Ares with a large number of Gilneth soldiers and werewolf troops. As for himself, he remains in Gilne, Jean is still unhealed, his life and death are uncertain, and as the son of the king, Liam will hold on to this broken kingdom until the day his father wakes up.

In the fog and rain, such a picture suddenly became a little sad. The kingdom had been shattered before Ares came to Gilneys, and now, after a series of events and wars, Gilneth has become even more vulnerable, like an old ship adrift in the ocean. Almost 80% of the people of Gilneth died from this war and the werewolf curse, and a third of those who survived were infected with the werewolf curse and became werewolves. The Scourge Legion has dealt devastating blows and damage to all the city-states and kingdoms north of Arathi.

"On the day my father wakes up, I will surely go with him to Lordaeron to find you, my brother Ares."

Under the high walls of Greymane, Liam said sincerely. A hazy light rain fell in the sky, and a faint layer of mist floated in the air around them. Thinking about the first time he arrived in Gilneth, it was also like this, Ares couldn't help but feel a little emotional, only three months, but it was like a world away.

……

A week later, the army of werewolves and humans arrived at Lake Lordamere. Looking at the white walls looming in the mist, Ares suddenly felt the urge to visit the ruins of Lordaeron. Once the capital of the glorious human city, the kingdom of Lordaeron, it has been transformed into a Undercity in the game. And now, the most brilliant city in the northern continent is in front of his eyes, and it is a pity not to take a look.

Under the clouds, Lordaeron completely lost its former glory, and almost all the houses in the city were burned down, and the bare stone pillars showed the brutality of the slaughter. Gravel scattered haphazardly on the ground covered the floor. Like Stratholme, it's huge, so big that you can't see the end of it when you look around. Everything that was just the size of a palm in the game, here it has become incomparably huge.

Ares stepped inside, the crumbling gate above him looking crumbling and collapsing.

Even the werewolves didn't understand Ares's move, it was almost a waste of time, in their opinion.

They waited outside the city, and the last thing they wanted for the Gilneys was to see the ruins. The ruins will remind them of their homeland......

Only Gianna accompanied Ares into the city, because she witnessed the destruction of Dalaran and could better understand Ares's feelings.

Of course, when visiting Lordaeron, Ares is not out of sadness and memories, but out of feelings. After all, I was a crossing dog and came to Azeroth, and if I didn't see these places, I would leave a lifelong regret. Even though it's just a ruin.

"She's not like Stormwind, the most obvious thing is that she's not that tall. She wasn't very tall, but she had an elegant temperament. It is located on the northern shore of Lake Lordammere, against the silvery white surface of the lake. Peaceful, peaceful, and sacred. ”

"What?"

"Nothing, I remembered Khadgar's depiction of the city."

Walking on the ruins, Ares sighed. And Gianna thought that Ares was in love with the scene, and held Ares's hand even more affectionately.

They walked to a large palace, and the whole city, it seems, only this building has not been destroyed, relatively intact.

"Lordaeron King's City."

Gianna said. Her eyes turned bleak. The semicircular balcony of the palace of the Intramuros, where she once stood, witnessed the splendor of Lordaeron, its army coming from the King's Road, the soldiers in high spirits, and the blue flag fluttering in the wind. The important thing is that that year, Alsace, who was still the crown prince of Lordaeron, was in the team, he was so heroic, full of sunshine and justice.

Thinking about it, Gianna forced herself to look away, not to remember the past.

And this palace is indeed luxurious. In a *** style, the palace is located in the very middle of the entire Lordaeron ruins, and it towers above the horizon, becoming the tallest building in the entire ruins.

At the top of the palace is a towering conical dome, you can imagine the glory of Lordaeron in its glory, the first rays of the morning sun shine on the dome, the golden dome of the basilica reflects the dazzling sunlight, King Terenus stands on his balcony overlooking the whole city, what a scene of peace and prosperity.

And that era didn't last long after all.

Continuing into the palace, the circular reception hall is well preserved, with a faint light shining through the holes overhead. Presumably, in those days, every guest who met the king had to be inspected here first, and wait for the king's permission before entering. When the Second Orc War ended, Lordaeron became the most powerful human kingdom in all of Azeroth. At the time, Stormwind was in ruins. This is the calamity of Azeroth, Ares sighed.

The long hallway was in tatters, some of the ground had long since collapsed, and the railings were covered with a thick layer of ash, and it was clear that no one had been here for a long time.

For a moment, Ares had the urge to one day lead the remnants of Lordaeron to restore the kingdom. However, not now, after the scourge plague and the Legion's massacre, the population of Lordaeron has plummeted. The Scarlet Crusaders were the only organization of size on the continent. Facing the constant invasion of the undead and rebuilding Lordaeron now seems almost impossible.

Walking along the corridors of the palace is the King's Hall. This is also the place where Alsace killed his father and destroyed the country. Standing in the center of the rotunda, Ares could vaguely imagine the scene of the year - the fallen prince, armed with a frost sword, strode forward and pointed a sword at his father, who was about to embrace him. That scene is the saddest scene in the world.

The depravity of human nature, so sad. How many tragedies come from the depravity and evil in the hearts of human beings. No one is perfect, a saint. This is also the reason why elves despise humans. Although, in some ways, they are not much better.