"Whitemane? What are you doing here? ”

In the Temple of the Silver Moon, Grand Inquisitor Whitemane walked into Ares' room with the guards. As soon as he entered, Ares greeted his former friend warmly. The Blood Elf guards respectfully stepped back and waited outside the door, and as soon as Ares greeted them, they would come in. Always at your disposal. Although he is not a king, he enjoys a higher treatment than a king......

"Why can't I come? Looks like you're used to this luxury, my lord. ”

Upon entering, Whitemane unceremoniously sat down at the head of Ares' bed, making a joke about Ares.

"Is there one? I've been thinking about Lordaeron all the time. ”

Ares poured Whitemayne a refreshing cup of tranquilizing flower tea and handed it to the archprosecutor who had come from afar.

"I don't think so, the flowers and wine of Silvermoon City make you intoxicated, and there are so many beautiful elf female rangers around you every day, if it were me, I wouldn't be willing to leave."

Whitemayne continued unrelentingly. And Ares also smiled and didn't speak.

"Ares, you know what? The longer you stay here, the more gossip will become, and all sorts of buzz about you will arise every day. I mean, at least not to get too close to these elves. ”

Whitemayne sipped his tea and whispered.

"Haha, talking about me? What are you talking about me? ”

Ares asked with a smile.

"They're talking about you, saying you're going to stay in Silvermoon forever...... Say you've forgotten about Lordaeron...... Say you're stunned by the elves. Forget about the Knights of the Silver Hand who fought with you in the midst of hardship. ”

Whitemane said with a slight dissatisfaction.

"How is this possible? I'm just staying here for the time being, waiting for Romans and his party to find a way to undo the power of the sunwell in me. ”

Ares replied with a smile. There was a hint of sadness in the corners of his eyes, a sadness that no one could understand. Who can understand the pain of having a powerful power that is the envy of all people, but living a lonely and painful life? I don't sleep every day and every night, and I have to control the power in my body every moment, for fear that if my emotions are unstable, I will destroy half of Silver Moon City when I get angry, and even become a slave of power, and I will be overwhelmed by desire and drown my reason. In that case, he will be the next Medivan, the culprit who helped the demons enter Azeroth.

"You're going to let those elves drain the magic from you?"

Whitemayne asked in surprise.

"Well, it has to be done. On my own, I can't control this force. It is even possible to be controlled by it...... Whitemane, you know what? Demons appear in my mind almost every day, and they can sense this power. And I'm just a mortal, an ordinary person. Mortals have their own weaknesses and cannot be absolutely selfless and pure. And those things that are not clean, those dark sides of human nature, will be discovered by the demons and become targets for their exploitation. ”

Ares explained to the Grand Attorney in his own way, in his own words, as much as he could. It's just that Whitemane still listened a little confused. She had hoped that her High Lord Ares would use the power of the Sunwell against the Scourge Legion, but now it seems that Ares did not mean that. Even, the Great Lord couldn't wait to remove this power in his body.

Whitemane couldn't help but be a little disappointed......

"I thought you could master it......"

She sighed under her breath.

"Hehe, I'm not a saint, Your Excellency the Grand Prosecutor."

Ares said, hooking the bridge of Whiteman's small, straight nose.

The Grand Prosecutor looked up, confused. From the bottom of her heart, she liked the intimacy between Ares and herself, but it was true that Ares's thoughts disappointed her a little. The situation in Lordaeron is not optimistic, and the people are desperate for a savior.

"Well, how long does this process take?"

Whitemane asked.

"I don't know, Romans, they promised me three months, and within three months, they will find a way to transfer the power of the sunwell. Now, they have found a vessel that can carry the power of the sunwell. ”

Ares said calmly. It's like an operation, and Ares is ready for it.

"Three months? I'm afraid the Knights and Lordaeron won't be able to wait that long......"

Whitemane was a little anxious, and she bit her lip uneasily.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know, Ares, if you don't go back, the Council of Lordaeron plans to send an army to force people from Silvermoon City."

"It's nonsense!"

Ares said angrily.

In an instant, all the items in the entire room flew up, and the entire hall trembled slightly. The guards hurriedly rushed in.

"It's okay...... It's okay...... I'm fine, you guys go out. ”

Feeling that he was out of shape, Ares quickly adjusted his mood and waved his hand to signal the guards to go out, and he could handle it. With that, the two elven guards exited the room uneasily. Leaving Whitemayne sitting at the head of the bed, her glass of water had fallen to the floor, shattered into glass shards......

"See...... I'm having a miserable time...... The battle of Sunwell Heights, although it was a good kill, but this is the sequelae. If I can't control my emotions, the consequences are terrible. ”

Ares sighed.

"Tell me about that incident, when was the council's decision made?"

Ares asked, reverting to the topic.

"No final vote has been made, but there are signs of this."

Whitemayne replied honestly.

"What about the members of the Order? Do they also approve of such a ridiculous plan? ”

Ares said in as calm a tone as he could. He suddenly remembered his decision that perhaps a republic was not the most ideal system...... However, the situation was exceptional, and there seemed to be no other way to encourage Lordaeron refugees to return to the north.

"No, but they have a limited number of seats in parliament, and they can't do anything if everyone else is in favor."

Whitemayne said.

"In any case, this must not turn into a war. Although the blood elves are not many in number, they have the most powerful mage troops, and they have gone through several major tribulations, and those who have survived are the best of the best. The Scourge may be coming soon, and the army must not be consumed in these senseless civil wars. ”

"Civil war?"

Whitemane asked.

"Yes. If the Sunwell can be successfully restored this time, what reason do you think the Blood Elves should not join the Alliance? ”

Ares returned to ...... calmly