My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Then what are you thinking?"

Benedictus froze for a moment, then asked.

"In the future, I'm just thinking about this."

Malone replied.

"tell me the story."

Benedictus joked with interest—he was surprised that a young man like Malone would think about the future—usually, they only saw the present.

"I'm talking about this war...Although we are about to reach the north, the group of orcs... someday they will follow, and at that time... if the loss can be made smaller, just All right."

Ma Long said vaguely—he hadn’t found any way to reveal all his knowledge of the future to Anduin Lothar and others—his identity was not enough to support these unfounded "prophecies." , He can only reveal to others a little bit if there is no place, hoping to influence their judgment of the future form in a subtle way.

"It's good for you to think like this, Ma Long; but it seems that this should be left to the king to think about; you are a warrior and a priest; how to combine these two identities perfectly is what you should think about. Things-Teacher Faao has great expectations of you. Before we set foot on the northern land, I hope you can deliver results that satisfy him."

Benedictus said to Malone seriously-for so many years, he has seen countless outstanding young people, they have outstanding talents to make others jealous, but they are all confused and hesitating-Benny Ditas did not want Malone to follow in this footsteps.

"I know... Speaking of Teacher Faor, I haven't seen him for a long time."

Malone nodded, then changed the subject before Benedictus gave further preaching.

"Yeah... we have little food left, but the sea hasn't been able to see the edge; everyone is panicking. Teacher Fao has been pacifying the increasingly uneasy emotions of the refugees these days. I don’t sleep for a few hours every night, and I am worried about his health."

Speaking of Archbishop Alonthos Faw, Benedictus said in a worried tone.

"It will get better, we should be there soon."

This time, on the contrary, Malone comforted Benedictus-looking at the worried look of the middle-aged man in front of him, Malone really didn't understand why Benedictus became a bad person in the end.

After all, in Malone’s view, at least for now-Benedictus is almost a perfect person; he is knowledgeable but not self-sufficient, rigorous but not rigid, lenient, but never sleek; if you say Ah If Lonzos Faor and Anduin Lothar made Malone respect him because of their long-standing reputations outside, Benedictus relied entirely on his unique personality charm to make Malone treat him. The senses turned from negative to positive.

Although in the movies that Malone has watched, a character with perfect personality like Benedictus usually turns into the biggest villain in the end; but when he thinks that he might witness this process, Malone feels a bit cruel—he Thinking more than once-is there any way to prevent Benedictus from turning from the incarnation of the holy light to a fan of the ancient gods?

"Ma Long, look!"

Suddenly, the excited cry of Benedictus pulled Malone out of his thoughts. He was surprised to see the pastor, who had always been gentle and calm, pointing his fingers forward.

Looking towards the bow of the ship following the direction of Benedictus’s fingers, Ma Long found that a fuzzy black line appeared in front of the original sea and sky—the edge of the black line was a little fuzzy and a little jagged; But even Ma Long, who doesn’t know much about sailing, guessed what it means—even if it’s not Nanhai Town, it must be a piece of land, and it’s a land big enough for these refugees to find new food, fresh water, and hope. .(To be continued.)

Extraordinary (13)

It was the dawn of the day, and the morning mist enveloped the land as usual.The sleepy Nanhai Town has stretched and started a new day of activities.

Although there is still no light in the morning, people in the town know that a new day has arrived.The thick fog envelops their simple wooden house and hides the sea by the town.

Despite this, they could still hear the sound of waves hitting the coast and crushing on the rocks.You can hear the sound but see the shape, everything is as usual.

But today, they suddenly heard something else.

Those voices were low and sluggish, as the wind drifted over, echoing in the fog, making them unclear where the sound came from—is it from the interior or the sea?Is it the big wave coming, or the sound of rain hitting the fog, or the noise of a merchant's convoy moving hard on the mud?

People listened attentively and finally determined that the sound came from the ocean in front of them. They flocked to the coast together, trying to find the answer through the fog. What is this sound, and what does it mean to come?

Slowly, the fog changed its shape, as if torn apart by the sound, a black shadow appeared, as if to break through the fog itself.Soon the black shadow took on a specific shape, like a raging wave.

Ships, many ships—the dark shadows continued to approach, piercing through the thick fog, splitting into countless individuals, taking their own shapes.The people in the town relaxed a little bit-they at least knew about ships.

However, the townspeople still can’t take care of it. Nanhai Town is not an ordinary fishing village. This is the best seaport on the Hillsbrad Hills. Now hundreds of ships have suddenly appeared. We are suspicious-there are rumors that the pirates in the north are preparing a big raid. Will this be a pirate attack?

Some people ran to inform the garrison officer in the town, while others grabbed sticks, knives, fishing rods, and even fishing nets in their hands. Anyway, they were anything they brought with them, waiting nervously, waiting for this. The approach of a mysterious fleet-if it were a group of pirates, the townspeople would not hesitate to make every effort to protect their homeland.

However, there are still more ships emerging from the fog, and every time a batch appears, the townspeople are even more shocked. This process seems to be repeated endlessly-they are wrong, there are only hundreds of ships. , This is thousands, even a country, is approaching them!

Where did these ships come from?What made them come together like this?What made them come to the Kingdom of Lordaeron?

——With these questions, the townspeople tightened their weapons; the women and children hid at home, and the sound of countless oars slapping the water closer and closer.

The lead ship is already in port, and only then can we barely distinguish the passengers on board.

The townsfolk relaxed a little—the other party was not a pirate. There were men and women among the people who stepped onto the pier, as well as children, judging by their size; their skin color ranged from white to brown, and their hairstyles were normal.

These uninvited guests are not like coming for war. It can be said that they are not like invaders, they are more like escaped from some kind of disaster.The fear of the townsfolk quickly turned into sympathy, and they began to think about what kind of disaster would drive these people into the sea-where did they come from?Gilneas Kingdom?Or the Kingdom of Kul Tiras?Did the tsunami destroy their homes, or the cruel pirates?

More ships arrived one after another, and the refugees slowly landed ashore.A few people even lay directly on the shore and cheered; the fog gradually dissipated at this time and disappeared under the rays of the morning light.The townsfolk can see more clearly—this is indeed a group of refugees—a group of ragged and exhausted refugees.

A tall man in armor led a few refugees towards the onlookers of the townspeople-he was bald, with a determined face and a thick white beard.Obviously, his armor has gone through countless battles, and it is covered with large and small scratches, but it is polished; the long and wide saber swayed rhythmically with his pace, and he looked like a real Soldiers.

"Everyone! We are refugees from the South who have just escaped from a tragic war. For the sake of the Holy Light, we begged for some fresh water and food. If possible, it is better to have a place to rest."

The leading white-bearded soldier shouted to the crowd.

The townsfolk exchanged glances and nodded to each other-they would not just watch women and children suffer.

However, there was no voice from the townspeople, because the local garrison officer of Nanhai Town, Marcus Redpath, had already rushed to the pier with the group of militias—the townspeople were all waiting for him to speak.

"Who is here? This is the territory of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The wise King Terenas rules here to report your intentions, strangers!"

Marcus Redpath yelled-he was riding on a high-headed horse, with shiny silver armor and sharp spear tips, in stark contrast to these ragged refugees.

Marcus naturally noticed the women and children among the refugees, and he felt sympathy; however, he did not forget his responsibilities because of this. He once swore allegiance to the Menethil family and vowed to guard the land to the death.

"My name is Anduin Lothar, the marshal of Stormwind. Standing next to me is the last heir of the Wrynn family, the future king of Stormwind."

The lead veteran touched his bald forehead, and while answering, he pointed to a young man standing beside him, looking a little nervous.

"Stormwind City? It's on the south side of the mainland, separated from us by a whole sea! Why did you come here?"

Marcus asked suspiciously-what happened on the other side of the endless sea?

"Yes, sir. But as you can see, I can still talk to you here until the sun goes down, but other people will soon be unable to hold it. I can answer all your questions, but can you please provide us first. A little water and food?"

Anduin Lothar took two steps forward, not caring about the sharp spear in Marcus's hand, and shouted.

"Sorry, sir, it was my negligence..."

Marcus jumped off his horse. He dropped the spear in his hand, apologizing, and greeted his soldiers and the townspeople to take over the southern compatriots who had just finished their voyage. Luggage led them to the town center of Nanhai Town-although they were responsible for keeping the soil, Marcus didn't want anyone to faint on the pier because of his endless interrogation.(To be continued.)

Extraordinary (14)

Malong was riding a pack horse, following Anduin Lothar and Khadgar, along the smooth avenue on the Hillsbrad Hills, towards the center of the kingdom-Lordaeron City.

Except for Varian Wrynn and several core members of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, only some church members followed Archbishop Alonthos Faor to join Anduin Lothar’s team. Other Stormwind refugees, They all stayed in Nanhai Town-the local defense officer named Marcus promised to take care of these people.

"Marlon, you said... His Majesty King Terenas, will he help us?"

Anduin Lothar and Khadgar rode at the forefront of the team. They talked in a low voice; at the same time, Varian Wrynn, who was walking side by side with Malone, asked Malone nervously.