With the energy surging in his hand, the greatsword did not stop falling, and it slashed towards the Death Knight like a vengeful demon.

Marduk let out a scream of horror, and the fallen ash blade bit deep into its shoulder. The Death Knight immediately fell to his knees, and terrifying dark energy escaped from his rotten body. However, before Marduk could struggle, Ares drew his greatsword, clenched the hilt with both hands, and with another sword, cut off its head!

The headless corpse suddenly fell to the ground like a mess of meat. The sound of a pile of scrap metal falling to the ground. The black head rolled to the side. In his eyes, the blood-colored red light was dissipating, and it was the complete withering of another Death Knight.

"In the name of the Light, you are defeated!"

Lifting the greatsword, Ares yelled.

Marduk was killed, and the undead, without their leader, began to crumble like a tide of darkness retreating from the paladin's side.

Crowley stood on a pile of zombies, his face and body were already dripping with blood, and a pair of sharp wolf claws even stuck to a little bit of the flesh and internal organs of the undead zombies.

And there is no doubt that after this battle, Ares has become the president of the Brotherhood of Light.

Looking at the ruined and desolate town, Ares searched every house to try to find the little girl named Pamela. But maybe that's just a rumor, it doesn't exist at all......

When she was finally found, not in houses and ruins, but in the Talonshire Necropolis...... Here are the soldiers and villagers of Talom who died in that battle are buried. Ares saw the most striking tombstone, which was carved into it. The name of Redpass. Next to this tombstone, there is a smaller tombstone, on which is written is Pamela......

However, these tombstones have long been badly damaged, and it is clear that the Lich has pulled these dead villagers and warriors up from the ground to join the Lich King's Scourge army. Pamela's body may no longer be here.

"Who is she?"

Ares stood in front of the tombstone when Whitemane walked over and asked with concern. Her innocent eyes couldn't read what Ares was thinking. But in short, whatever Ares does, she believes.

"A little girl."

Ares faintly returned.

"Is there anything special?"

Whitemane looked at Ares and asked curiously.

"No, no. One of the countless innocent civilians who died at the hands of the Scourge Legion's sword. ”

Ares said, taking a deep breath of cold air, then put on his cloak and left the necropolis. Behind him, a dark cloud once again hung over the land, a gray patch, and Ares knew that no one would come here after he left this time. After the years passed, no one will remember the story that happened here, who is Pamela? A little girl who can't wait for her dad to come home, a little girl who calls passers-by to help her find a doll.

It would have been a three- or four-day journey back to the Wish of Light Chapel from Talonshire, but Ares and the members of the Brotherhood of Light walked for a week. At the Kaulin intersection, Gianna was already leading the troops and couldn't wait to run in the direction where Ares had disappeared. On the way, he met Ares, the noble princess of Kultiras, who could no longer care about her identity, and pounced on Ares, hugging Ares, and wept softly.

Holding Gianna's slender waist around her, Ares continued to comfort the little girl who was supposed to grow up to be a big figure in history.

Ares remembers the first time he met her, as a leader of the Archmage of Dalaran, surrounded by attendants. Between the gestures, they all reveal the elegant temperament of the royal family's nobles. But that was in front of outsiders, in private, in front of Ares, Gianna was like a little girl, she could be coquettish, she would be angry, and she would take care of people. Occasionally, you need your own comfort. Sometimes Ares feels that he must have done too much to help his grandmother cross the road in his previous life, and the character he has saved will have such a beautiful fortune in this life......

……

"Thank the Light, you're all right."

Two days later, Ares and Gianna arrived at the Chapel of Light's Wish. Here, a large number of people of Silver Dawn have already gathered, and everyone is worried about the whereabouts of the Ember Bringer. Yes, gradually, Ares' name has become closely associated with the Ember Bringer.

Tirio excitedly walked over and hugged Ares.

A kind of care that transcends family affection arises spontaneously.

"It's okay, it's just that the soldiers were slightly injured, and nothing else is serious."

Ares replied with a smile. They were ushered into the break room, where the chefs of Silver Dawn brought out the best pastries and meals to comfort the nearly lost Brotherhood of Light warriors.

After a brief break, everyone waited in the large conference room for Ares and his party to have a meeting.

Obviously, there is something important to discuss......

Nima has another big deal...... It's been one thing after another these days, Ares complained in his heart. However, it seems that he has also gotten used to it, and since coming to Azeroth, there has been little time to really be idle. Only in the days of Quel'Thalas, in the last days of Gilneis. The rest of the time, it's either at war or on the road......

……

"Ares, in the past few days of your absence, there have been more people joining the Brotherhood, let me introduce you to you - Younis, an excellent warrior of the Scarlet Crusaders, was introduced by Kleist to apply for membership. I've seen him with my own eyes, and I should say that there is no one among us who has his speed and agility. Of course, you are the leader of the Brotherhood, and you must also have your consent. ”

In the conference room, Tirio happily introduced the recruits who had applied for membership in the past few days. They are all the elite of the Scarlet Crusaders and the Silver Dawn.

Ares stared at the blood-colored warrior in front of him, he was not tall, he was lean, his arms were muscular, and his eyes were sharp. The fingers looked very slender, and since no weapons were allowed in the venue, Ares couldn't see his weapons, but as a warrior, it was strange to have such slender fingers. But I didn't ask much.

Younis walked up and clasped his hand into a fist on his chest as a sign of respect for the Great Lord.

Ares really wanted to ask, just such a thing, still need to have a meeting to decide? But looking at almost all the representatives of the Scarlet Crusaders on the field, today's topic is definitely not just about accepting newcomers. He asked no more.

Looking at the new members, Ares habitually nodded his head in welcome.

He turned his gaze to the others.

"Say anything else."

Ares' deep voice echoed through the conference room.

I saw a member of the Brotherhood of Light, the Scarlet Priest Kleist, turn around and say—

"Dassaulthan, he wants us to join forces and launch a general assault on Stratholme......"