A plan to return to Lordaeron was proposed, and 100,000 refugees expressed their willingness to follow Ares and return to Lordaeron to rebuild their city and regain their lost glory and glory.

However, the great migration of 100,000 people was not a simple matter. First of all, Varian must first prepare the food and supplies needed for these 100,000 people to go north, and then he must send a legion to protect them, otherwise, the undead in the north will be rampant, and the people will feel uneasy without the protection of the army. Then, when the 100,000 men arrived in Lordaeron, they had to set up a makeshift camp. The supplies needed to rebuild Lordaeron also need to be provided by Stormwind. It's a huge project, and only Stormwind can do it.

If it weren't for Ares' kindness and help to Varian, no king would have been willing to do this. You know, life in Stormwind isn't easy either. Treasury bills and bonds have just been issued, a large amount of interest needs to be paid on a regular basis every month, and the national treasury tax and trade revenues must increase steadily, otherwise, the Stormwind Kingdom is also at risk of bankruptcy. But no matter how risky it is, Varian must also help Ares, and what more grace could be greater than saving his life? For that alone, Varian gritted his teeth and persevered.

Looking at the crowds of people packing out of the old city and the slums, Ares felt a lot more emotional. Once upon a time, refugees from the north wandered down like this. At that time, they had no army to protect them, and they had to hide from the undead soldiers and the hunting of wild beasts along the way, and in this way, they wandered all the way to Stormwind City.

After arriving in Stormwind, good days have not come, and no country can receive foreign refugees in full goodwill. They will rob their own people of food and jobs, and take resources that belong only to them. As a result, the people of Stormwind are outwardly indifferent to the refugees, and inwardly unwilling to receive them.

So, the refugees in Lordaeron are still refugees, but they just live in a different place, and this place is the old town of Stormwind, the old streets and houses, after a rainstorm, 80% of the streets in the old city will be waterlogged, and the inefficient drainage system makes the stagnant water unable to drain out for three days, and finally it is black and smelly, and rats and cockroaches are rampant...... This is the life of a Lordaeron refugee in Stormwind. So, when Ares waved his arms, many people seemed to have found hope.

Gradually, a heavy sense of mission came on my shoulders. Ares found that in the five years he had been in this world, many things had become different, and even he himself had slowly become different, and he seemed to have become a part of this world. It is no longer about looking at the world from the perspective of a spectator.

"You've decided?"

Valera approached in a gorgeous Stormwind cloak and asked softly. Under the sunset, her figure was still slender and thin, and the sun dragged her shadow long. There was a bit of reluctance and sadness in his clear eyes.

"Hmmm......"

In the face of Valeera's concern, Ares calmly returned.

For some reason, Ares felt that there seemed to be some kind of bond between himself and the blood elf thief, some kind of inexplicable emotion. Perhaps it was she who accompanied her during her separation from Gianna and became a kind of comfort. It's like when Gianna had just been hurt by Arthas, and she had come into her life.

"Will you be back?"

Standing in the setting sun, Valera asked softly.

"I don't know...... Maybe, maybe not......"

Looking at the endless stream of people, Ares replied wistfully.

"If so, for how long? A few months? Years? Or are they decades? ”

Valera turned and stared at Ares' side face, asking.

"It's not going to be a few months, it's going to take months for these refugees to get back to Lordaeron, and that's when it's just beginning. In a few years, maybe three to five years, the Lich King will awaken again, and there will be a great war in that plague-ridden land. When the time comes, maybe I'll come back again, back to Stormwind, and see Varian, Brower Bearskin, Anduin, and the people here......"

"What else?"

Valera asked.

"And you......"

Ares returned gently. Then he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and stroke Valeera's long hair. The long, waterfall-like hair was so soft, just like Gianna's hair when she had just finished bathing. The difference is that the elves' hair is so soft and fresh at all times. And the pointed ears, as if she were a girl who came out of a painting. It's a little unrealistically beautiful.

……

In the closed bedroom, as soon as she entered, Ares pressed Valeera against the wall and kissed her delicate little mouth. The small lips and tongue, the slender figure, and the delicate skin all irritated Ares' nerves. For the first time in her life, she fought with an elf, and Valeera's extremely sexy figure made Ares almost out of control.

Standing in the corner, Valeera let out a wheezing sound. Like a lamb to the slaughter, Ares launched a brutal attack.

A rush of blood welled up in her head, and Ares roughly unbuttoned her shirt...... Elves have no habit of wearing underwear, and a pair of plump snowy mountains instantly appear in front of Ares's eyes.

The fierce battle quickly moved from the corner to the head of the bed, Valeera's chest rising and falling with her breathing, intoxicating. Leaning against the towering peaks of Valeera's Hyjal, Ares stepped forward with his sword and turned on the assault mode. This wave of attacks was like a surging river, surging, and instantly captured Valeera's fragile defense.

Valera screamed, but quickly indulged in it.

With Ares' frenzied attack, Valeera's flat, white abdomen swayed violently. Her small mouth opened slightly, revealing two small white teeth, and from time to time she bit her lower lip and let out a maddening deep moan. At the same time, her palms were stretched open by Ares, her fingers interlocked, and she lost the ability to resist. Actually, she didn't think to resist either...... The parting is imminent, and the next time we meet, it may be ten years or even twenty years from now. Just in the night, all the emotions are released heartily.

Valera lay in Ares's arms like a gentle little white rabbit.

A pair of big white legs shook Ares's heart. At this moment, Ares admits that he is not a qualified husband, not even a qualified lover. But human emotions are so complex, sometimes they are too repressing, and they seem hypocritical? Seeing that Ares was a little distracted, Valeera savagely pulled him back on track. She tightened her hips and waited for Ares' final blow, but Ares was clearly still brewing, and the violent aesthetics of the eagle striking the sky could not be done in just a few minutes...... He's going to take longer......