As the twin moons of Azeroth rose, Ares and Drumm rushed to Silver Dawn's temporary stronghold in the Eastern Plaguelands. Instead of the tall white stone walls and cathedral that Ares had imagined, it was rudimentary, with only temporary fortifications enclosed by wooden fences, sparse crowds, and different accents moving from camp to camp.

The market is a makeshift wooden hut that looks like a refugee camp. It's just that Ares knows that the people here are not refugees, they are all the most elite knights and warriors in Lordaeron.

Crossing the market path and following Fred onwards, Ares saw the centerpiece of the Silver Dawn Stronghold, the Chapel of the Light's Wish. This bright and sacred building is not as grand as Ares imagined. On the contrary, it even looks very mediocre, and at first glance, it looks like an ordinary chapel. There is no sense of magnificence, compared to the cathedral of the Scarlet Crusaders, it is much inferior, and compared to the architecture of Quel'Thalas, it is not a grade. It's just that the connotation of this building is not simple......

Fred walked in front and looked very familiar, judging by the doorman's reaction just now, he enjoyed a high status in Silver Dawn.

At the door of the chapel, there was a group of people standing, who seemed to have been waiting for the team for a long time.

Before Fred could step forward, the man at the door of the chapel had already stepped down and embraced the old priest Fred. This heartfelt embrace of enthusiasm is completely devoid of artificiality and hypocrisy. Ares could see that most of their thick arms were scarred, the marks of years of battle.

"It's such a pleasure to see you again, I thought you wouldn't come back, to save a child."

The burly man hugged Fred and spoke happily.

"Not an ordinary child."

Fred said, looking at Ares.

"Is that him?"

The burly middle-aged man turned his head and fixed his gaze on Ares.

It wasn't a good feeling to be watched, but Ares was honest enough to meet it. was saluting accurately and respectfully, but was interrupted by Fred—

"It doesn't have to be like this, child, Silver Dawn is our own people, we don't have so many rituals and constraints, except for following the teachings of the Light, the rest, we are like relatives. This is the High Lord Maxwell. ”

"Old man, this is what I told you about Ares."

Fred said, introducing Ares to the Silver Dawn Lord, and at the same time, introducing the High Lord Maxville to Ares.

He had short blond hair and one eye covered with a black cloth, and looked to have been injured and permanently blind. But this did not affect his vision of people, and the remaining eyes were still bright, full of perseverance and courage. It is not easy to maintain such an optimistic courage in the years when natural disasters are raging.

"Ah, Ares, Ares. Mowglian. Well, today, we're acquainted, and we're glad you're joining Silver Dawn. You're a lucky one. ”

Maxwell said, walking up and looking at Ares for a moment. Ares noticed that there were several young men behind him, young paladins to be exact, as they were all dressed in ornate armor.

"Come, some, you must get to know you, and you will be your closest companions, your most loyal comrades-in-arms in the future."

Maxwell said, leading Ares to the door of the chapel, where a group of young people who looked optimistic and sunny had gathered. Although it may only look optimistic on the surface.

"Erichs, one of the best riders of the Silver Dawn, he once rescued seventeen men in a row in a battle, seventeen men, which is a lot of money, you know, to carry these wounded out of the battlefield, you need to avoid the encirclement of the enemy, but also to avoid the pursuit of those necromancers on the road."

"Logan, the most powerful warrior of weapons, the undead who die under his sword can pile up a city."

Maxwell enthusiastically introduced him, and Ares shook hands with his new acquaintances one by one, although Ares knew that the introductions of these characters were a bit fake. But this does not affect the harmony of the whole process.

Finally, Maxwell fixed his gaze on a young paladin, who also looked the youngest here.

"Darien. Mograine, our brother, is a staunch follower of the Light, and at the same time, the love in his heart is a sword that pierces the darkest corners. ”

Maxwell introduced. Ares noticed that the atmosphere was very relaxed and pleasant when the High Lord introduced other paladins or warriors, and almost everyone present had military merits and outstanding skills, but when introducing Darion, the High Lord's tone became heavy. His eyes were full of pity, an indescribable sadness.

And Darian, of course, Ares is no stranger, he is Alexandros, the former Lord of the Knights of the Silver Hand. After Mograine's youngest son, Alexandros, was killed by his eldest son, Renault, with the Ash Bringer, Darien joined the Silver Dawn in order to fight the Scourge of the Dead. It's just that I didn't expect to be met here. Regarding his background, there is indeed a bit of sadness, although the great lord Maxwell does not say it, but Ares also understands a little.

"Ares, Ares. Mowglian, it's a pleasure to meet you, Darien. ”

Ares said, hugging the shy young man. This move surprised even the Grand Lord Maxwell, who had known each other for the first time as if they had not seen each other for many years.

"Ares, you've just arrived at the Silver Dawn, and there's a lot to learn. This chapel behind us, a place of prayer, is a symbol of purity and serves no purpose other than to pray for the light. Next to this little house, look, is the two-story circular building, is the conference room, where all the plans of the Silver Dawn are planned. The arsenal is still there, but it is often empty, and we are very short of supplies, often relying on killing Scourge soldiers to get the necessary supplies, and we are self-sufficient in food. ”

After introducing Ares to the paladins of the Order, Maxwell began to familiarize himself with all that was going on with Ares.

"The market is the grass hut area you just passed through, and it looks a little shabby, but it can't be helped, our stronghold changes often, and it can't form a large-scale gathering area. So, the market is also like this, improvised. There is the rest room, that is, where the soldiers live, hehe, it is a little simple, but make do, in the era of natural disasters, it can only be like this. ”

Maxwell said, reaching out to a nearby residential area, and looking in the direction he was pointing, Ares saw that it was nothing more than a tent area...... Neat and neat, but very plain, a little shabby......