"Until winter arrives, we can tame at least two Archaeopteryx."

Outside, the climate is getting colder and colder, and scattered snowflakes drift over the sea, forming a faint mist, which is particularly beautiful. Inside, the stove unleashed a burst of warmth that made Sylvanas and Ares feel very comfortable. The constant sound of iron hammering from the camp showed that they had established themselves in Northrend.

The fortress was constantly strengthened and improved, and even basements and culverts were built for small cargo ships to travel through it. Dreadnought Fortress has truly become the Alliance's bridgehead in Northrend.

Of course, to the delight of Ares and Sylvanas, the warriors of the Ninth Legion tamed the two Ancestral Dragon Cubs. Although it is only two ends, its impact is far from underestimated.

First of all, before taming, each Archaeopteryx needed to consume a lot of meat, and one Archaeopteryx ate enough food in a day to feed an entire army. Now, the tamed Archaeopteryx not only does not need to be artificially fed, but can also forage for the legions in this barren snow. The effect is multiplied.

"Protect them and don't expose them to the perimeter of the fortress. The Viku people have been dealing with Archaeopteryx for centuries, and they know how to find these dragon cubs. We have gone to great lengths to tame them, and we can't let them slip away again. ”

Sitting on the blanket chaise longue, Ares said lightly.

"Well, I'll tell the soldiers to be more careful and try not to let the Ancestral Dragon fly high in the air. That way it would be very difficult for our riders to handle them. ”

Sylvanas took off her heavy bearskin coat and walked slowly.

"Also, keep the Dragon Eagle Knight away from these big guys, the Ancestral Dragon has just been tamed, and it still has a certain wildness and aggression. Don't let any animals get close to them at this time, otherwise, it may stimulate the latent bloodthirsty instinct in their body. ”

Ares picked up a small bottle of wine on the wooden table and added.

"Well, I know, and keep your good allies, the griffons of the Hammer tribe, away from those two Ancestral Dragons. These Ancestral Dragons, even if they were cubs, were enough to shred apart those trained battle griffons with a single claw. ”

Sylvanas said, sitting down beside Ares. Warm breath suddenly exhaled from her lips and spat on Ares' face, accompanied by a faint fragrance, which made Ares indulge in that emotional confusion again.

He stretched out a pair of rough hands, wrapped his arms around Sylvanas's waist, and murmured—

"Well, my dear, let's not talk about that today. We haven't talked about feelings for a long time. ”

"For a long time? Soon, right? ”

Sylvanas deliberately dodged a little, pursed her lips and asked rhetorically.

"Soon? It's been a long time, at least in my opinion. We haven't had a good ...... since we left Lordaeron."

As soon as Ares's words reached his lips, Sylvanas's fingertips pressed against his lips.

"What do you want to do?"

She leaned over and asked "seriously".

"What do you say?"

Ares scratched her finger and asked with a wicked grin.

"I guess you're starting to think about ...... again"

"You guessed it!"

Before Sylvanas could finish speaking, Ares pounced enthusiastically. In an instant, barely struggling, Sylvanas was pounced and pinned down under him.

Looking at the peerless beauty of the other party, Ares felt that he was the most sexually happy man in the world. What Scourge Legion, what undead and plague, it's all, let's put it aside for now.

They kissed carefully but gently, looking into each other's eyes, although they had known each other for ten years, but some moments seemed like they had seen each other for the first time. After all, in the war-torn era, there is not much time and opportunity to linger.

Sylvanas lay in the sofa chair, her soft, slender body clinging to Ares. The water snake-like figure made Ares unable to hide the blood in his heart.

Looking at the Windranger. Sylvanas, Ares stared. It's as if you can't get tired of looking at this face for centuries. He reached for the unbutton on Windranger's chest...... At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and before the two could react, Drum had already broken in......

"Oh...... Sorry, I didn't see anything......"

Realizing his recklessness, Drumm hurriedly retreated.

Sylvanas and Ares hurriedly tidied up their clothes.

"Say, brother, what's the matter?"

After a short while, Ares came out of the door and asked "seriously".

"Big ......"

Glancing at the beautiful Windranger behind Ares, Drumm couldn't hide his apprehension.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the dock. This place, which was originally the place where the coalition ships docked, has now become a place for the remains. The dock was crowded with people, civilians and soldiers, all of whom looked at the sea in front of them in horror, and the discussion was noisy.

As far as the eye can see, the water is still blue, but there are thousands of corpses floating on the surface. After a long period of soaking, these corpses have long been swollen and white, and have become extremely terrifying. Some of them have protruding eyes, like fishmen, and some have swollen abdomen, and their skin is like a layer of white paper, as if they will be broken at a poke, and they will float to the shore under the washing of the waves. The only thing that can tell the origin of these people is the clothes on their bodies...... Yes, people in heavy armor have long sunk to the bottom, these are sailors and civilians......

"Our people ......"

Drumm whispered.

Soyuz transports, to be exact. Ares knew that the convoy that was supposed to be in port a week ago looked like it had been caught in a storm. In the distance, there are the remains of some large ships, sparse and sparse, like a ruined castle in the sea.

Northrend is located at the northernmost tip of Azeroth, and endless currents roam the continent in a loop, and even the most experienced captain is helpless if he encounters it. At the same time, the climate in the seas around the continent is extremely unstable, with frequent storms and lightning. Only the most adventurous will dare to set foot on this continent.

It is for this reason that only three months of the year from Northrend to Lordaeron are safe. It was the last replenishment trip, but unfortunately it was hit by a bad storm at sea.

"Collect all the bodies and burn them. Funerals for the dead, brothers, and we should honor those who ventured to deliver supplies for the Alliance. They are heroes. At the same time, burn their corpses to prevent the Lich of the Scourge from resurrecting them. You all know that doing it to your own people is the most painful thing to do. ”

Looking at the floating corpses in his eyes, Ares said with a heavy heart. At the same time, an even more serious problem is in front of everyone - this winter, they will no longer be able to get any supplies from the southern continent. It's all on your own.