"I'm the Governor, carry out orders!"

Bartona shouted with all his might.

The guards hesitated and pounced on Ares and Sylvanas. However, Ares didn't really fight the guards, and he knew that they were forced to do so.

He raised his left hand, and a light flashed from the palm of his hand, and one of the Nanhai Town guards who pounced in front of Ares suddenly narrowed his eyes, unable to look directly at the light. Taking advantage of this gap, Ares slammed the hilt of his sword into his neck, knocking him to the ground.

As the other guard rushed up, Sylvanasz pulled her bow and the arrow was lodged at his throat, but Windranger didn't shoot. She glanced at the guard in front of her, who was still a young man, not a few years older than the mayor's son, Fred. Instead of shooting him, Sylvanas drew his longbow and knocked the guard unconscious with a single blow. When another guard pounced, Sylvanas stumbled and fell directly to the ground, breaking the bridge of his nose.

Despite a dozen or so guards, they were no match for Ares and Sylvanas. For the two who have seen the big scene, even if the number of guards here is increased tenfold, it can be easily solved.

After punching the guards in front of him, Ares strode onto the stage and grabbed Baltona by the collar.

"This is the evidence of your guilt, wait for the punishment, no one can save you."

Ares roared.

"Haha, your prototype has finally been revealed, Ares, you are a tyrant, a dictator, and the king is not as powerful as you. You are a hero, you are a god, yes, you are a god! ”

Bartona laughed. He stared at Ares with an angry expression.

"No, I'm not God. Everything I do is for Lordaeron. ”

Ares said angrily.

"You guys, do you still want to fight?"

After capturing Baltona, Ares looked around, several of the guards were beaten to the ground, groaning and unable to get up, and the others were watching in horror at the scene in front of them. Sylvanas didn't even bother to draw her weapon, she stood where she was, no one dared to approach her.

"Well, since you don't want to fight anymore, then listen to me and tie up this dereliction of duty. I will hand him over to the Lordaeron Council, and he will be tried in Lordaeron. ”

Holding Baltona's hand, Ares shouted. Several of the guards panicked, he didn't know who to listen to, but soon someone was on Ares' side...... He threw away his weapon and walked up to take the "prisoner" from Ares.

"Fred, Fred, my son, you're going to regret it! You will lose everything you have now! ”

Tied behind his back, Baltona yelled. He stared at his young son with a look of rage. Fred, however, disagreed.

"None of this matters to me now, I'd rather go back to the beginning, when my mother was still alive!"

Fred replied loudly. Ares was on the sidelines, sighing silently......

……

Three weeks later, they returned to Lordaeron. No one dared to do anything to Ares again, and the hopes of the noble members of the council were dashed. However, they didn't stop there. Again and again the private meetings continued, and the conspiracy continued. It's just that Ares doesn't have time to deal with them. Outside of Lordaeron, a new defensive deployment is underway. The plague spread, and just as Ronin had predicted, death followed, like a dark cloud in the sky, once again enveloping the Lordaeron continent.

Dalaran sent a mage, and Ares ordered the Apothecary's Guild to send someone to assist Dalaran's mage in investigating the plague. Some of them are alchemists, some are pharmacists, some are priests, some are magicians, and they are good at their respective fields, but they are still helpless in the face of the new plague...... Ares couldn't wait long, the city's defenses were being perfected at an accelerated pace, and the high concentration of fuel purchased from the goblins had already been transported to the castle towers.

The perimeter of the moat was covered with sharp stakes and traps, and defensive ballistae were placed above the towers. The Knights of the Silver Hand assisted the Lordaeron City Defenders in inspecting the fortifications on a daily basis, as if a major battle was coming, though not yet a single Scourge force had yet been seen. But Ares knew that by the time the clouds fell over Lordaeron, the Scourge was ready. It was he who brought these Lordaeron remnants back to the city, and he must take responsibility for their lives! Although Lordaeron at this time is no longer the original Lordaeron. The population of the city is only one-tenth of that of Lordaeron in its heyday, but even with only 100,000 people, it is worth protecting with your own life.

There is a tense and suffocating atmosphere in everything.

After arranging these things, Ares still needs to fulfill his promise to take little Fred to his mother...... The Forsaken...... For this reason, Ares has sent someone to contact these undead trapped in Deathknell in advance. It was the Shadow Priests who had been recruited before...... They have an inexplicable connection and affinity with the darkness.

"Fred, are you afraid of the undead?"

On the way out of Lordaeron, Ares kept asking young Fred. In him, Ares saw the shadow of thousands of Lordaeron refugees. They panicked when the Scourge arrived, and those who escaped were also living a life of displacement. There are many more tragedies like Fred's. Thinking of this, Ares couldn't help but mourn in silence for these people.

"Hmm...... Somewhat. ”

The boy replied honestly. It can be seen that he is preoccupied and melancholy is written on his face. This is also normal, the mother who has not seen her for seven years is going to meet all of a sudden, and there must be a nervous heart.

"Then you need to be mentally prepared. Next, we are going to enter the territory of the undead. There was only darkness and gloom. ”

Ares said, observing the boy's expression in passing. It can be seen that Fred is not very scared, but the palpitations are real. Memories, those painful memories...... Seven years have passed, but it still lingers in Fred's mind. It was his nightmare......

"But don't be afraid, I'll be there for you. Your mother will not harm her own children either. ”

Ares was reassured.

His broad palm pressed against the boy's shoulder, giving Fred confidence and hope.

……

"It's a tragedy of how many families have been killed and loved ones displaced in Alsace. There are my people among them, too. ”

Riding a white horse, Sylvanas sighed. Facing the bleak sunlight of the Tifaris woodlands, she puffed up her chest proudly. There was a hint of sadness in his determined eyes.

"Soon, you'll be able to meet them too......"

Ares turned his head and replied heavily.