There was no suspense, and the war ended before nightfall.

The Horde suffered its greatest Waterloo since the conquest of Azeroth, and the Great Chief was captured, abandoning Blackstone Mountain, and fleeing all the way south in panic.

As for the Alliance, it did not sing and dance for winning this vital battle.

Lanlos sat outside the guardrail of the watchtower, calmly surveying the scarlet land against the backdrop of the setting sun.

The soldiers went back and forth in the smoke of the battlefield, disposing of the unrecognizable remains without saying a word. The war is not over yet, and it is unrealistic to spend a lot of energy and time sending the remains of the martyrs home.

Thousands of corpses, whether orcs, humans, or elven dwarves, were incinerated to ashes with the help of mages, and quietly returned to Mother Earth in the blazing fire. Except for the sound of flames jumping, the entire plain was only the movement of paladins and priests reciting eulogies in low voices.

The Black Rock Mountain, which was in full swing during the day, was terrifyingly quiet at this time.

This is especially true in the position of Lanlos.

He had been here since attending the humble funeral for Lothar and the Coalition soldiers. Most of the humans, elves, or dwarven gnomes who passed by him tacitly chose to stay away. Especially the caster, it's like seeing a plague god.

As for the reason, I don't want to say.

"Are you alright?" Behind him, a touch of blue walked up the steps.

Lanlos slowly turned his head, and his bland eyes made Stella silently stop approaching.

Vaguely, she seemed to see the grandfather who was infinitely tolerant and doting on her on weekdays, and the latter always showed such an expression every time she wanted to hide something from her.

"It's fine. Lanlos smiled slightly, and his understatement seemed so natural that there was no reason to doubt the truth of his words.

It's exactly the same. This deliberately relaxed attitude is exactly the same as that of my grandfather!

"You may be able to fool others, but I know you have something to hide from me. Stella's rare toughness made the atmosphere stiffen all at once.

Lanlos was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "You're too careful, then again, why did you get here? You helped repel so many red dragons today, the Hammer Dwarves should be reluctant to let you go away, right?"

After all, he is not like the old guy who is counted in tens of thousands of years of age like Senagos, and the performance of changing the subject has already exposed the concerns in his heart. What's more, the quick-witted Stella clearly captured the fleeting surprise on his face.

Looking at the elf with a casual face, the blue dragon girl gritted her teeth tightly, and under the false smile that the mage did not let go from beginning to end, the indifference in her eyes slowly faded. As her head drooped slightly, shadows obscured her eyes, and endless loss overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

"I can understand that my grandfather treated me like a child, but ...... I thought we were friends. ”

Muttering muttered words, Stella turned and walked down the steps with a deep sense of frustration.

Looking at the place where the girl disappeared, Lan Luo didn't move for a long time, and under his indifferent expression, there were turbulent waves in his heart that were difficult to calm.

"Can't you kid just keep to yourself?" A pair of long, well-proportioned legs suddenly hung down from the edge of the tower's canopy, and with a hint of anger or resentment, he kicked Lanlos in the arm.

Coming back to his senses, the gray-haired elf looked up at the elven ranger sitting at the top of the tower.

Well, why doesn't the Ranger wear a skirt?

Sensing that the other's gaze was becoming hotter and more obscene, Aurelia glared at him viciously, and then jumped down and landed not far from Lanloth.

"Well, I'm embarrassed that you're staring at me like that. Seeing the ranger staring at him with a pair of green eyes that lingered in a blue glow, Lan Luos chuckled in his heart, silently avoided looking at each other, and scratched his cheek a little embarrassed.

"When did it start?" Aurelia's cold, deep voice seemed to pass through the cold wind of Northrend, instantly extinguishing the trace of heat in Lanlos's heart.

Glancing at the sharp blade on his waist, Lanlos smiled lightly, ignoring it at all: "From the beginning of everything. ”

He was telling the truth, he had not been able to get rid of his relationship with demons since he came into this world. However, this sound a little confusing to Aurelia, and in her opinion, it is more of a prevarication.

But what made her incomprehensible was that the other party's low and slightly helpless sigh showed no sign of fraud at all.

"Does Sylvanas know?" she asked in a trembling voice, leaving aside the confusion in her mind after a long hesitation.

This question made Lanlos stunned, from Aurelia's point of view, it was understandable to care about his relatives, but she didn't mention Winlesa and Rilas, but mentioned Sylvanas, who had a special relationship with him?

"I'm asking you!"

The blade that thrust forward again called Lanloth's attention, and after a brief pause, he shook his head, and nodded again as Aurelia frowned.

The Ranger Lord's doubts deepened, but before she could speak, Lanlos took the lead with a little impatience: "Aurelia, how long have we known each other?"

The ranger was stunned, and did not have time to respond to this unexpected and abrupt question.

"I know, in your eyes, I'm a hypocrite, a real villain. Unruly, arrogant and unreasonable, it is just some despicable and despicable means. Although he was choreographing his own misdeeds, there was no smugness or grievance on Lanlos's face, and his tone was extremely flat, as if he was talking about a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

But what he didn't know was that this accustomed attitude made Aurelia silently feel worried. The strong urge caused the Ranger to open his mouth, but the rebuttal thought had just risen in his mind, and Sylvanas's back suddenly flashed before her eyes, making her unable to make a sound except for the sudden heavier breathing.

Lanlos didn't notice this, and still said to himself: "You have a big opinion of me, I know it very well, but I know that you have no malicious intentions. Even from the last letter I wrote, I can feel that you still have some trust in me, and I am honored to do so. ”

"I really don't have much to explain what happened today. But I can assure you that your trust is not wrong, and I will not let you down. Lanlos reached out and placed his hand lightly on Aurelia's shoulder, his soft smile revealing a vague helplessness and a hope as insignificant as the stars in the night.

"In my eyes, you have always been the strong and confident Ranger Lord, beautiful and generous, full of opinions, exuding a charm that can only be admired all the time, I don't want to be hated by such a beautiful and powerful hero for the rest of my life. The blinking motion seemed frivolous, but Lanlos's words invisibly hit a certain place in Aurelia's heart, and the latter's eyes revealed surprise, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

By the time she calmed down the turmoil in her heart, the mage had already jumped off the watchtower, and gradually disappeared into the shadows with that gloom and depression.

Looking at his back as he walked away, Aurelia silently lowered her head, looked at the delicate face of Xue Liangdao's body, and fell into a long contemplation.

In the past, his younger siblings often said that he was too strict, but why, he would ...... him

Also, is he telling the truth?

Somehow, Aurelia stared at the blade of the knife, her fingers brushing over her face, which was as immaculate as a hand-me-down painting. Although the night was dim, a faint blush crept up to the base of her ear.