At night, the evening breeze blows slowly.

In a house on the outskirts of Lordaeron, standing on the balcony and looking at the lights of the city. Ares couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this legendary city, after three destructions, finally got back on its feet again, I have to say that it is a miracle.

At this time, Lordaeron is no longer the weak and vulnerable Lordaeron he was at the beginning. It's a new country, an open and inclusive country, a country that is as prosperous as the Stormwind Kingdom. Even, after seeing the prosperity and prosperity of the north, most of the Lordaeron refugees, who were reluctant to return to the north, returned here again.

That's the main demographic makeup. According to the census of various port checkpoints, as many as one million people have poured into the north from the south in two years. Many refugees have found new jobs in Lordaeron, after all, the Republic of Lordaeron is more dynamic and attractive than the Stormwind Kingdom, which is mature in the south and saturated with all industries.

Moreover, at this time, Lordaeron had a political advantage that had not been found in any previous era, Gilneth was opened, Quel'Salas was opened, and the pace of Lordaeron's expansion gradually expanded to the Arathi Heights, including the vast land north of the Sardol Bridge.

Lordaeron at night is beautiful, like a sleeping eagle, waiting for the moment when the sun rises. Yes, a new legion is being formed, and the members of this legion are no longer limited to the civilians of Lordaeron, but include the valiant warriors and free people of all over Azeroth. The legion is filled with blue-skinned draenei, white-skinned blood elves, and brown-skinned brute-hammer dwarves.

The Order remains a banner, and its size has been expanded. Ares improved the banner of the Knights to make it look more ornate, with a white banner on a blue background and a knight in silver armor, which became the symbol of Lordaeron.

Everything seems to have returned to Lordaeron, which was at its peak during the Orc War, and even surpassed.

Standing beside Ares, Sylvanas calmly looked at the scenery in front of him. Or seeing it again many years later reminded her of what the old Silvermoon City had been like before its destruction. But no matter what, the High Elves can never return to their original state, their numbers are too small. Unlike Lordaeron, which has a large population base, even though the actual number of people killed in the war is far greater than that of the High Elves, there are always many of them who have fled and survived.

This also became the possibility of Lordaeron's revival.

"Alas, it's finally over, Ares, and I've never imagined it."

In the cold night, looking at the brilliant lights in his eyes, Sylvanas said with emotion.

Like Ares, Sylvanas has experienced the prosperity of the kingdom, witnessed the rise and fall of the kingdom, experienced betrayal and fratricide, and experienced life and death. Now, looking back, the past seems like a world away.

"yes, I didn't think about it. Ten years later, ten years ago, Lordaeron was in ruins, and ten years later, Lordaeron is the most powerful country in the northern part of the Eastern Continent. Ten years ago, refugees fled south to Stormwind. Now, ten years later, the people continue to move north, into Lordaeron. Ten years ago, I was a young man, and ten years later, I have become a middle-aged man with vicissitudes. And you're still a girl......"

Looking at Sylvanas's beautiful face, Ares couldn't help but feel emotional.

Many years later, the elf is still like this, and he has become a middle-aged uncle.

Standing on the balcony, Sylvanas's slender figure leaned against the railing, her eyes full of tenderness. Back then, she was a ranger general, and he was just an ordinary knight. Years later, she was no longer the general of Quel'Thalas, but he had become the spiritual leader of Lordaeron. Ten years in a hurry, how many things are in it. Sometimes Sylvanas has the illusion that the decade is like a thousand years, and the ordinary years of a thousand years are like a year. The prosperity and comfort of day after day seem to be just flowing water, rushing by. And this bloody decade seems to be the real history and era.

In the soft moonlight, Ares couldn't help but hug Sylvanas. The long-cherished wish that has not been obtained for many years, and the emotions that have been repeatedly suppressed many times explode at this moment.

Sylvanas did not refuse, and they embraced each other passionately and kissed fiercely. Holding Sylvanas's slender waist, Ares kept groping.

The unique fragrance of the elves drove Ares crazy. It was beyond any man's control, and he withstood Sylvanas' twin peaks. Reached out and unbuttoned the Ranger General's back...... When Sylvanas was pinned to the ground, all the memories of Windranger flooded into his mind.

Ares vaguely remembered the first time they met, when he was lying on a stretcher, weak, looking at the fair-faced elven captain, not knowing who she was or where she came from. On that day, he was recuperating in her villa, looking at her convex figure, and his eyes always did not obey...... In the Battle of Quel'Thalas, he stood on the tall white walls of Silvermoon City, and the Ranger General leaned on his shoulder, talking about his sister in the distance, and the sunset was slowly dissipating in the sky...... Those pictures are so beautiful, they seem to be a hundred years ago, and they seem to be yesterday.

Memories kill, and it is difficult to extricate yourself from the depths of love. There was a sound of a belt being ripped off, and under Sylvanas' slightly surprised gaze, Ares ripped open her breastplate......

Like the goddess Venus......

Sylvanas's pair of towering peaks of Mount Hyjal suddenly appeared in front of Ares's eyes, and a little red on the snow-capped mountains made Ares's blood surge.

Grabbing Sylvanas' slender wrist, Ares drew his sword and launched a powerful attack. This moment is the happiest and most ecstatic moment since coming to Azeroth. Sylvanas' cheeks were crimson, and a slight gasp came from the little cherry mouth, and the warm breath came with the muttering of her lover; With a slender figure, a beautiful face, and a slender collarbone, Ares felt like he had forgotten himself. Whether you say that you are a beast or a beast, in short, at this moment, the word self is thrown out of the clouds.

He kissed Sylvanas on the lips, neck, collarbone, and twin peaks, and Sylvanas also hugged Ares on the back, hugging him tightly like an octopus, like lovers he hadn't seen for years, and he couldn't be separated for a moment...... The temperature of each other, the smell of each other, that is the temperature that has been longed for many years, endured for many years, and finally experienced......