"Ares, the war is over, all the portals in the Outlands have been closed, and I admire the courage you have shown in battle. It's an honor for me to know you. What's next for you? ”

Stepping out of the demonic Storm Fortress, Illidan smiled for the first time in a long time and struck up a conversation with Ares. I have the impression that the Demon Hunter never smiles. This time, it's an exception, it's the first time.

Although many still don't accept Illidan, Ares has developed a strong friendship with the demon hunter. They looked at each other, full of admiration for each other. Although Ares didn't know if Illidan could really see himself.

"Take my men and help the tribe eradicate the ogre tribe of Blade Mountain."

Ares replied calmly.

"My friend, while I'm not interested in the feud between the Alliance and the Horde, as far as I know, those orcs and trolls are your enemies, and you choose to help them. To help one's enemies is to make trouble for oneself in the future. ”

Illidan said with a little puzzlement.

His black-clothed eyes revealed two points of green light, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Perhaps, but as a paladin, I should be true to my word, I have made a promise to the Great Chief of the Horde that as soon as the Storm Fortress is taken, I will return to Blade's Edge Mountain to help them destroy the ogres. The promise is about to be done, and although they and I may meet again on the battlefield in the future, I must help them now. ”

Ares replied with a serious expression. This answer came as a surprise to Illidan.

"Commitment...... I used to believe in it, but one day, you'll find it worthless. ”

Illidan let out a sad sigh of life.

Ares just smiled and didn't answer.

"Well, since you have chosen this path, keep going, and there will be a time later, my friend. Well, maybe it will be indefinite. ”

Illidan said.

"Where are you going?"

Ares asked.

"Where else can I go? The purpose of a demon hunter to survive is to hunt demons, and I will return to the Dark Temple, gather my troops, and then find all the lone demons in the Outlands and kill them all. Of course, this is my mission, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

Illidan turned his head to look at the sky, where a white meteor was falling......

……

Blade Mountain.

The dry west wind blew Sylvanas's face, the elven ranger's long golden hair danced with it, the fiery red sky never seemed to set, and the distant mountains stood like giant sharp knives on the earth. Looking at the rough and arid scene, Sylvanas couldn't help but frown.

Ever since the fall of Storm Fortress, they have been active in Blade's Edge Mountain, helping the Horde destroy the ogres, a promise Ares made to the Horde before the war. Although many Alliance warriors disagreed, some of the Paladins who kept their promise were active with Ares on Blade Mountain, fighting alongside the orcs.

Sylvanas could have avoided the operation, but fearing that Ares would encounter misfortune if he acted alone, Windranger chose to stay and assist Ares. On the battlefield, they are their best companions, cooperating and trusting each other, with Windranger providing long-range strikes and Ares protecting Sylvanas with his sword and armor.

Wen Lesa saw in them the shadows of Aurelia and Tulayan. It's just that the current situation is not the same as back then, when Windranger's eldest sister Aurelia and Alliance General Tulayan went to the Outlands and never returned, and there is still no news from them. Winlessa would never allow what happened back then to happen again. With a sigh, she finally joined Ares' team.

"Ares, I'm curious, you came up with the idea of facilitating the trade between the dwarves and Shattrath in the first place, so why didn't you get Lordaeron involved? As far as I know, Lordaeron also needs money to rebuild the entire kingdom. ”

In the evening, sitting on the small mound of the camp, Sylvanas and Winresa asked Ares what he was thinking.

"Yes, but I'm afraid only Dwarves and Stormwind can take this trade order."

"Why?"

Sylvanas asked curiously.

"Because of the distance, there are reserves above. As you know, all supplies in Azeroth are transported to the Outlands through the Dark Portal. Ironforge and Stormwind were relatively close to the Black Gate. Logistics costs also need to be taken into account when transporting materials. If Lordaeron takes this order, then the price of weapons and armor must be very high in order to make a profit. In that case, Shattrath may not accept it. ”

Ares rummaged through the hare on the barbecue grill and continued—

"Secondly, weapons and equipment are also the most scarce things in Lordaeron. As you know, Lordaeron has been rebuilt, but the armaments are the most scarce. Lordaeron's regular army has been almost wiped out, and the rebuilt Silver Hand Knights are mostly remnants of the previous Silver Dawn and Scarlet Crusaders. We don't have many weapons, and the equipment we produce doesn't have time to use ourselves, let alone ship them outside and exchange them for gold and silver. ”

Ares smiled bitterly. Sylvanas and Winlessa were silent, and they suddenly felt that the human man in front of them had a heavier burden on his shoulders than any other king, and he was not even a king, Lordaeron was rebuilt as a republic, that is, it had no king at all.

"Ares, I'll do my best to help you when I get back to Azeroth."

After a moment of silence, Winlessa suddenly whispered.

"Dalaran will also provide support and help as much as possible."

Luo Ning then said.

"Thank you, old friends. Alas, but in fact, I am more worried than these, but ...... Is it right or wrong to bring refugees back to Lordaeron? ”

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Ares said with a sad face.

Everyone immediately showed a puzzled look on their faces.

"How so? Isn't that what you've been striving for? ”

Wen Lesa asked.

"Yes, the return of a large number of civilians to Lordaeron can rebuild the city and bring new vitality and vitality to Lordaeron. But the problem also arises, most of the people who return to Lordaeron are civilians, they are not soldiers. One day, the Lich King will return with an army of the undead. At that time, once there were not enough warriors to defend Lordaeron, a large number of civilians would not be able to fight at all, and they would directly become the raw materials for the transformation of the Lich King, and how many refugees returned to Lordaeron today, and how many undead and zombies might be added to that city tomorrow. ”

Ares turned his head and said, and everyone noticed the melancholy in his eyes. Sylvanas couldn't bear it anymore, and put her hand on Ares's shoulder, comforting her with body language. Because of that grief, she also felt it before, and she still feels it until now...... The day Quel'Thalas was breached by the army of the undead has always been Sylvanas' saddest memory.