My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"It's nothing, maybe I thought about it too much."

Ma Long thought for a while, and finally he still did not say why he wanted to prevent the human naval fleet from dispatching-something that everyone here did not know, but he knew that the orcs should have been betraying the black guardian dragon Deathwing Nessa. Under Leo’s guidance, he imprisoned the red dragon’s queen life oathbinder Alexstrasza, in order to force the red dragons to obey the orders of the orcs... If Ma Long remembers correctly, in the original Azeroth history, humans The fleet was destroyed by the orc air force riding the red dragon.

But Ma Long suffers from no way to tell such things now, because he has no excuses to explain why he knew this, so even if he said it, no one would believe it.

Anduin Lothar glanced at his nephew, he felt that something was wrong with Malone, but it was not the time to talk about it.

"Let’s end today’s discussion, Uther, you take the Paladins and settle down in Nanhai Town. From tomorrow on, we will be waiting for news from the elves and dwarves while training the army-on how to fight the orcs, my man Those Stormwind warriors from here still have some experience...Okay, everyone go and rest, Ma Long, you stay, I have something to tell you."

Anduin Lothar tapped the table lightly and ended this simple military meeting.

...

"Uncle Anduin, what's the matter?"

After everyone else had left the city hall of Nanhai Town, Ma Long sat beside Anduin Lothar, twisted his arm, and stretched out the exhaustion brought about by the long running time. Getting along, Ma Long was no longer as cautious as before in front of Anduin Lothar.

"There seems to be something you haven't said... is it related to resisting the orcs?"

Anduin Lothar glanced at Malone and asked directly.

"This... does have something, but... I'm not sure yet."

Ma Long was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a wry smile—I didn't expect Anduin Lothar's mind to be quite careful, seeing the reluctance of the excuse he just found out.

"What the hell is it? Now there are only two of our uncles and nephews, can you tell me?"

Anduin Lothar asked-he felt that his nephew seemed to be more mind-conscious after being injured last time, the previous conflict with Thoras Trollbane, and the recent confrontation with the North Interpretation of the topography of the subcontinent can see the growth of Ma Long-maybe he can think of something he can't think of.

"What I want to say is... Maybe the army of Alterac Kingdom will not come."

Ma Long didn’t expect Anduin Lothar to ask himself what he said just now. He thought about it and still didn’t say directly about the Red Dragon—because even if Anduin Lothar believed his words, they were far away in the northern subcontinent. There is no way to rescue the red dragon queen trapped in Grim Batol, not to mention that Ma Long felt that it was more reliable to hand it over to the red dragon Krasus who is now hidden in the Dalaran Kirin Tor Council.

But Ma Long wouldn't do nothing—he decided to bring the topic to Alterac Kingdom.(To be continued.)

More than a dozen miles away from the gloom of Stormwind, at the junction of Elwynn Forest and the Westfall, a few simple tents stand alone on a vast meadow.

Outside the tent, hundreds of people gathered there. Among them, there were old people, young people, women and children. The same thing was that although they were silent, their faces were anxious and nervous. Look.

After a while, the depression of the atmosphere reached its extreme. A middle-aged man with a beard and stubble finally couldn't restrain his worries. He pulled the curtain of the tent and walked in stride.

The light in the tent is very dark, but because the facilities are too crude, the objects inside are unobstructed.

On a makeshift stretcher made of clothes and twigs, lies a young man with black hair; a middle-aged man with the same black hair, wearing a simple robe made of brown linen, is touching the ground on one knee , Kneeling in front of the stretcher.

The man in the brown robe glowed with a little golden white light on his hands. The light penetrated into the body of the man on the stretcher bit by bit. Gradually, his pale face gradually recovered a little blood red.

"call……"

The man in the brown robe let out a sigh of relief. He stood up, only to discover the existence of the man with the stubble beard.

"Richard, what happened?"

The man asked with a puzzled look.

"Nothing, Elro... I just want to know when we can go on."

The bearded man named "Richard" asked directly.

"Hurrying? But Sir Lothar's body has not recovered yet..."

Elro said with an embarrassed expression on his face in a brown robe.

"I know, but he... Ellow, if Sir Lothar's injury is not healed, we can't wait here forever?"

Richard glanced at the man on the stretcher, then said anxiously.

"What are you talking about? Uncle Richard, have you forgotten that when the orc squad appeared, who came forward and fought with them desperately and saved our lives? Are you going to be your savior? , Throw it here?"

Ello hadn't answered yet, but a dark-haired girl in a light leather armor rushed out from the corner next to her. She pointed to Richard and said rudely and excitedly.

The black-haired girl looks sixteen or seventeen years old, her exquisite figure is tightly wrapped in leather armor, her black hair hangs above her shoulders, her delicate facial features are a bit gloomy because of excitement, but she cannot hide her beauty. Appearance.

"Of course not, but Altea... shall we bet the lives of three hundred people? If Sir Lothar can't heal, we can only..."

A trace of hesitation flashed across Richard's face. He knew that the girl was right, and he felt guilty for his current behavior, but...

"You nonsense! Father, don't listen to him, we can't just leave Sir Lothar here!"

The girl called "Althea" glanced at Richard angrily, ignored him, turned and said anxiously to Elro.

No wonder the two have the same hair color, it turned out to be a father-daughter relationship.

"Ello, I know we owe Sir Lothar a life, but because of this, we can't let him... make such a sacrifice for nothing. If we continue to stay here and be found by the orcs, then What is the significance of what Sir Lothar did before?"

Richard sighed and turned to Elro, making his last effort.

"you!"

Obviously, before this, the relationship between Altea's family and Richard should not be bad, otherwise she would not call him "Uncle Richard."

But now, Altea only hates herself for not seeing clearly the nature of this elder's greed and fear of death, ingratitude!

"we……"

Of course Elro didn't want to give up the man lying on the stretcher. As his daughter just said, the Lord Lothar saved their lives not long ago.

But... of course, what Richard said was not wrong. It was not too far away from Stormwind City. In case it was caught up by that group of fierce orcs, these hundreds of old and weak would not have the ability to resist.

Just when Elro was in a dilemma, a slight groan interrupted his thoughts.

After all, Altea was young and had the most sensitive response. The moment she heard the sound, she leaped on the stretcher, knelt down on the ground, and gently put her head to the man's mouth.

"water……"

Altea heard a simple and vague word.

However, this made the girl ecstatic, she was looking forward to this moment, already looking forward to a full day and night.

"Father, Sir Lothar is awake, he said he wants to drink water!"

Altea straightened up and said to Elro in surprise.

"Good, then good..."

Elro also seemed very excited. He quickly came to the stretcher. Although his movements were already a little trembling, he still stretched out a hand, gathered a faint white shimmer, and cast it on the man on the stretcher again. The previous spell.