"Whoever you are, stop, or the arrow will shoot through your head!"

Dressed in rags, when Ares and Liadline appeared on the outskirts of the Scarlet Crusader's castle, the Scarlet Commander on the tower issued a stern warning.

They had to stop. A handful of scarlet crusader soldiers ran out of the gate. They were very fast, they seemed to have good military qualities, and judging by the way each soldier ran and stood, they were veterans...... Ares suddenly recalled the bloody expeditionary force that smashed the pot and sold iron for the Northern Expedition before the outbreak of the Battle of the Hand of Tyr. Yes, after they left the port, they directly changed the names of their armies. Renamed the Scarlet Expeditionary Force. It means that if you don't defeat the Lich King, you won't look back......

At that time, their leader was General Alfred Abydis. Time has passed, and the army in front of you is likely to be the remnant of the original bloody expeditionary force. Ares was pleasantly surprised, on the one hand, he also started as a Scarlet Crusade at the earliest, and he had a love-hate relationship with this organization. On the other hand, the crusaders of the Northern Expedition were the craziest of the Scarlet Crusaders. The members were mobilized to sell all their valuable belongings and make a desperate bet on the Northern Expedition. At that time, Lordaeron's human power could not have been weaker. The Lich King's hometown in Northrend is powerful. Alfred's expedition seemed no different from suicide at the time. If this force is really the remnants of the original Scarlet Expeditionary Force, then it can be regarded as a legend.

"Humans?"

"Yes, the commander of the Alliance's Fifth Army Corps, the Supreme Commander of the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army, Ares. Mogrian. ”

A crusader officer with a scar on his face walked up to Liadrin, looking at the fair-skinned face and slender body of the elf. He walked up to Ares again and looked up at the sturdy "uncle". Ares replied politely.

It's just that it seems that the people of this army don't trust outsiders. The soldiers were expressionless, and the commander continued with a skeptical gaze - "It could also be the undead." ”

"I was questioned a long time ago when I was at the hands of Tyr. But now, I'm still intact, and I need to meet your leader, Shorty. ”

Ares said haughtily.

Boom......

As soon as Ares finished speaking, the blood-colored officer in front of him picked up his weapon and struck one of Ares in the abdomen with the hilt of his sword. Trying to get him to surrender. But when the hilt of the sword hit the armor, there was only a crisp sound of metal striking. The armor worn by Ares is the finest in the Order of the Silver Hand, crafted by the dwarven craftsmen of Ironforge. It looks unpretentious, but it's actually amazingly hard. Not even the fangs of the Crypt Demon can penetrate.

The bloody officer, who was ugly in front of him, spat in dissatisfaction, "Tie them up and let the priest judge them!" He then gave a loud order to his men to act.

When Ares' weapon was found, the people were stunned again. Yes, Ares had kept it behind him before, and when the guards pulled off the weapon, they couldn't help but be shocked by its weight. The Ash Messenger was like a piece of Chen Iron, and there was no trace of decoration or texture on the simple big sword, and at first glance it was no different from an ordinary weapon, except that the huge white crystal on the head of the sword attracted attention. Even in this freezing polar environment, it still emits a warm and soft white light.

Some of the soldiers quickly recognized the weapon - "Ember Bringer!" The fighters shouted.

Several of the slightly older Scarlet Warriors even showed expressions of excitement and disbelief. It was clear what the Ember Bringer meant to the remnants of Lordaeron. That is the last hope.

The Scarlet Officer looked at Ares with disdain, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that the sloppy man who appeared in the wilderness was the Ember Bringer. All these years, they waited, waited for the Ashbringer to come again, and even waited so long that they forgot the time, and for five years, five whole years without an army setting foot on Northrend. Even adventurers are few and far between. How could this person who suddenly appeared at this time be their great lord? What's more, why is there no army around the big lord, only a group of ...... Female elves?

"Who did you just say you were?"

The stocky officer walked over and reconfirmed.

"Ares. Mogrian, Fifth Legion of the Alliance, Supreme Commander of the Silver Northern Expedition, Grand Lord of Lordaeron, Ember Bringer. ”

Standing in front of the Scarlet Officer, Ares repeated with a smile.

The elegant temperament, the arrogant look, and the wounded face made the soldiers have to trust the man in front of them.

"Please take me to your chief, and you will know when you meet. If you're worried, send my weapon in and let him see it. He will understand when he sees it. ”

"No, if you really are the Ember Bringer, we will naturally heed your call. But if it's not ......"

"Do you think the undead can use this weapon?"

Ares asked rhetorically. The Scarlet Officer was speechless.

They were taken to the lobby to wait. Liadline questioned dissatisfiedly, "You give them the weapon, what if they don't admit it?" Or have they usurped your weapons? ”

"Rest assured, the Ember Bringer has only one master, and over time, it and the name have become one with me. No one can use it, they have a hard time even picking it up. ”

Ares explained with a smile.

The fire in the hall burned with red flames, and it was much warmer than the icy environment outside. The walls were hung with skulls and blankets of various animals, and it was clear that in order to survive in this harsh environment, this army had developed excellent hunting ability, and they hunted the large animals of the time for food, and the location of the fortress was not conspicuous, if it were not for the snow eagle to lead the way, Ares knew that he would not have been able to find this place if he was killed. This may be the reason why they have survived until now. Ares waited patiently. Several priests and knights guarded him, their expressions half guarded, half reverent.

From the beginning of the door, all the way, from the eyes of these soldiers, Ares already knew that he was in the right place. At least, there is no danger, and these people are no longer the bloodthirsty monsters they were at the beginning. They were much more sensible, and perhaps Banazal's death was a relief for the Scarlet Crusaders.

After a few minutes, the wooden door to the office finally opened. From inside, out came a young woman. Her figure is not as superb as that of female elves, but in the human world, she can be regarded as the best. A heavy cloak hung over her shoulders, and she wore a heavy knight's armor, and the two peaks raised high in a delicate arc.

She approached...... Ares looked at the face that was gradually becoming clearer, and the little girl who was forced to board the Scarlet Expeditionary Force fleet came to his mind......