My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Malone explained.

"I don't understand."

Varian Wrynn shook his head bluntly.

"In layman's terms... we want these Yankees to know that we are not a bully, understand? We do need them to help us rebuild our country, but definitely not as a beggar. You didn't find it before I told Sola After S. Trollbane's provocation, did Aiden Pernold and Gene Greymane's attitude towards us alleviate a lot?"

Ma Long looked at Varian Wrynn helplessly, and said his implicit words more directly.

"But why doesn't Mrs. Lothar do this? Why do you want Malone? If it's Mrs. Lothar...you must be sure to defeat King Thoras, right?"

Varian Wrynn scratched his head and asked again.

"Uncle Anduin is our leader, Varian, but he is not the king, so he can't let things go to stalemate... If Thoras really reacts fiercely to my provocation, Uncle Anduin is completely You can come forward and scold me to calm the situation; but if Uncle Anduin himself and Thoras get froze...no one can restore the situation, even Teacher Fao can't."

Malone thought for a while and said.

"It's complicated... Did you think of this kind of thing, Malone? What's in your head..."

Varian Wrynn shook his head in distress, then stretched out his hand, trying to pull Malong's head, but the opponent hid him.(To be continued.)

Extra 36

Ma Long’s strong attitude alone cannot change the awkward position of the storm refugees in the north, but the monarchs of Lordaeron are still friendly. Ma Long believes that even those storm refugees who are far away in Nanhai will be taken care of. Not bad, and before he returned to Nanhai Town, both Malone and Varian Wryen enjoyed their lives here—especially when it came to eating.

Malone thought that the conflict between himself and Thoras Trollbane would not have any effect outside of the Imperial Conference, but he obviously underestimated the big mouths of Varian Wrynn and the little prince Arthas. .

"I heard that you made a fool of King Thoras in Stromgarde at the Imperial Conference. Is that true?"

At noon that day, Malone had just followed Arthas to the table and sat down, when he heard Kalya, who was sitting opposite him, asked.

"Nothing, it's just...a little conflict."

Ma Long quickly denied.

"Really? But Alsace didn't tell me that..."

Kalia put her cheeks in her hands, leaned on the table, looked at Malone with a smile, and said little Arthas beside him.

"Alsace...what did you say to her?"

Ma Long glared at the innocent little prince, lowered his voice and yelled.

"What's the matter, Ma Long, you were so prestigious at the time, it's okay to let Kalia know... This is the first time I have seen anyone dare to provoke King Thoras like you!"

Arthas said excitedly.

"Yes, it's majesty! Especially when you throw the tablecloth out as white gloves... Arthas, do you remember? The face of King Thoras is green!"

Varian Wrynn also agreed.

"Of course I remember! I don't think I will forget it for the rest of my life... The Holy Light is on, Ma Long, why are you so courageous?"

Arthas looked at himself like a hero... "Swordsman", he didn't admire Anduin Lothar so much now, instead he thought that Ma Long was truly awe-inspiring.

"Oh~"

Listening to Varian Wrynn and Arthas singing and praising Malone harmoniously, Kalia couldn't help but chuckled softly—though out of etiquette, the Princess of Lordaeron had covered it with her white fingers. She held her lips, but the silver bell-like laughter still came out of the gaps in the slender fingers and floated into Ma Long's ears.

"Don't listen to the two of them talking nonsense, it was not like this at all..."

Although he could still behave like a "brother" in front of Varian Wrynn to teach him, in front of Kalya Menethil's smile, Malone would only feel more embarrassed.

"It's so funny... Using tablecloths instead of white gloves? This way of initiating a duel makes King Thoras more angry than simply offending itself? Interesting, I want to tell my friends about this. Listen, they will surely laugh so hard."

Kalia smiled and said to Malone.

"Huh? Forget it, I..."

Malone shook his head repeatedly-if Kalia really told her female companions about this... soon, the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron, no, even the entire northern nobles, would know that she and Thoras ? The conflict between Trollbane?Next, he will fight side by side with the soldiers of the Kingdom of Stromgard. Malone does not want to make himself a thorn in the eyes of those soldiers because of this.

"Why... you are not weak in the face of the rude King Thoras, but are you worried about the discussion of a few girls?"

Kalia seemed to understand what Malone was thinking, she said teasingly.

"These two things are not the same..."

Ma Long did not deny it, but replied helplessly.

"Well, then I'll let you go this time... By the way, Malone, last night, my mother heard about what happened in Stormwind when she came back... She sympathized with you and promised Fully support this war with the orcs. She will unite the wives of Lordaeron nobles and big merchants. These ladies will donate a considerable amount of fortune for military expenses... I think this might be good for you. news."

Kalia smiled slightly and changed the subject.

"Of course this is good news, um, your... I mean, where is Queen Leanne now...? Isn't she coming to eat with you?"

Ma Long tried to speak in the tone of a nobleman, but with the feeling of a toddler in Handan, he couldn't even speak.

"Mother, she should be hosting those guests with her father. Of course, your uncle, Marshal Anduin Lothar is also one of them."

Kalia said with a smile.

"By the way, Malone! When will you teach me to practice sword today? Can I finish the meal?"

Arthas and Varian Wrynn discussed for a while Malone's wonderful performance at the Imperial Conference this morning, with an expression of excitement on their faces-suddenly, the little prince remembered something, and asked Malone in anticipation of something. .

"Yes...but you shouldn't exercise right after you have eaten, Alsace, if you want to learn swords, you have to rest for a while."

Malone patted Arthas on the head and said.

"Ok……"

Arthas blinked obediently. He felt that Malone in front of him was very kind, and for a while, he forgot to complain about the behavior of the other party, which obviously regarded himself as a child.

"After the imperial meeting this morning, I think my father should have some impression of you from Ma Long-if Ma Long and Alsace are both willing... Maybe my father will agree with you to become Alsace's swordsmanship teacher. "

Kalia looked at her brother’s well-behaved appearance, her heart moved, and suddenly she said-Lord Lordaeron’s swordsmanship teacher must be exceptional. Although Malone is still very young now, Kalia thinks he is a peer Zhong should be the best in this regard; as for identity...Ma Long's identity was not worth mentioning before, but now...Who would claim that the blood of Thoradin is not qualified to coach the prince of Lordaeron?It should be an honor instead.

"I would be happy, but...my time may be running out...I mean, time to stay here."

As soon as Ma Long finished speaking, he realized that his expression was somewhat ambiguous, and quickly explained.

"What? Malone, where are you going?"

As soon as Arthas heard this, he asked nervously—he finally had two friends to play with him, and when he heard that Ma Long would leave, he felt a little reluctant.

"Of course it is to go to the south and to Nanhai Town. It will not be long before the orcs will cross the ocean to attack us, in order to prevent Lordaeron from becoming the next Stormwind City, in order to make the invaders pay the price of blood... …That’s where a soldier should stay."

Ma Long turned his head and said to Arthas with a smile, without noticing the flash of brilliance in the eyes of Kalia on the opposite side.(To be continued.)