My Frostmourne can't be so cute

But for Ma Long, who has chosen a waste skill "Arcane Language", communication will never be a problem, whether it is with humans, or with... cats and dogs.

Sure enough, after putting away the polite title of "Ms.", the strange, creepy and dangerous smile on Altea's face disappeared.

"Sir Lothar, my father and Richard...Uncle, they are arguing about the next whereabouts again. I can't persuade you no matter what, come and help me!"

Altea said to Malone.

"It's arguing again? Okay, I'll go and see... By the way, Altea, since you don't let me call you...'Madam', then you can just call me Ma Long."

Ma Long shook his head helplessly, and said to Altea while he agreed.

"Malone... is this your name, Sir Lothar?"

Altea blinked her jet black eyes and asked curiously.

"Ok."

Ma Long nodded, then walked towards the tents on the clearing.

——Ma Long? Lothar, is the name of the body occupied by Ma Long.The first half is almost the same as the pronunciation of "Malong" in Chinese, while the second half... is an incredible surname.(To be continued.)

Fortunately, because of his own randomness at the beginning, Ma Long did not choose the elegant "flash technique" or the powerful "pyroblast technique" of the mage, nor did he choose the "stealth" or "disappearance" that thieves depend on for survival. ".

However, after coming to Azeroth, after a simple attempt, Malone found that he could still return to the room with a weird computer, and he could still continue to choose skills from other professions.

This time, Malone had an extra heart, and he did not make a decision immediately.

The exclusive skills of mages and thieves have been pitted, and the skills of other classes should be chosen before deciding. After all, whether it is the charge of the warrior and the storm of blades, the death grip of the death knight and the undead army, or the paladin The invincibility and sacred healing of the warlock, the summoning hellfire of the warlock and the teleportation circle, are all skills that make Ma Long's heart move but difficult to choose.

It's been a few days since I came to the world of Azeroth, and the turmoil and hesitation at the beginning has been forgotten by Ma Long.

Since there is no way to go back, then you can come to the world of Azeroth and experience the epic legends and stories. It is also an exciting experience for Ma Long.

Temporarily retracted his thoughts from his own situation and put it by his side.

The location where Malone is located is a place far away from Stormwind.Behind him, several tents were erected alone on the grass, and in the open space outside the tents, people were lying in a hurry and sleeping.

"Orc..."

Ma Long looked at the humans in the Azeroth world sleeping in the open air and couldn't help sighing.

From the memory of this body, Ma Long knew the time period he was out of.

Unbiased, when Malone came to the world of Azeroth, it happened to be the end of the first phase of the war between orcs and humans.

The orcs who did not belong to this world opened a passage called the "Dark Portal" from their Draenor world and flooded into the world of Azeroth like a tide.

The orcs who had just arrived in the world of Azeroth had a violent conflict with the garrison of Stormwind.

The human army fought back under the leadership of Stormwind Marshal Anduin Lothar and King Ryan Wrynn, but in the end, under the conspiracy of the orcs and the plan of the human traitor and fallen guardian Medivh, Stormwind City still Occupied/fallen.

Thousands of ferocious orcs poured into Stormwind City and launched attacks on helpless civilians.

Unarmed civilians suffered heavy casualties. Under the protection of Anduin Lothar and the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, a few lucky people boarded the ships parked in the harbor, fled Stormwind, and sailed further north.

However, more Stormwind civilians, and those in the suburbs, can only escape to the wilderness and forest outside Stormwind.

Ma Long is now in such a fleeing team.

Malong knew that Orgrim, the warchief of the orcs, Doomhammer was a very ambitious and tactical orc, and his goal was far more than simply conquering a Stormwind City.

Perhaps it was that these human refugees were harmless, Orgrim did not send an army to hunt down these survivors who fled, but instead focused on letting his orc army collect food and weapons in Stormwind.

Thanks to this, this fleeing team of about 200 people was able to ran away from Stormwind City in fear and without danger.

This time period, this place, is really too dangerous...

Ma Long said to himself in his heart.

He knows the history of the world of Azeroth fairly well, knowing what will happen next.

The army of the orcs will continue to carry on their backs and attack other human kingdoms.

The addition of trolls makes the tribe more powerful, and eventually the entire continent will be caught in the flames of war, and no race can stay aside.

Under the prolonged and fierce fighting, mankind will eventually win, but it will also pay countless blood and sacrifices.

More importantly, for Ma Long, his current position can be said to be completely "behind enemy lines."

Even if the orcs don't care about the refugees of humans, how can Ma Long survive in this land already occupied by the orcs?

Although he does not belong to this world, Ma Long's conscience prevents him from leaving these refugees alone, but what can he do with these two unreliable skills?

"It seems we still have to go back to that room again, and quickly filter out more useful skills..."

Ma Long whispered to himself.

"Sir Lothar!"

At this moment, a crisp voice rang behind Ma Long.

Ma Long stood up from the grass, turned around, and saw a young girl with short black hair and tight leather armor, standing beautifully under the moonlight.

"Ms. Altea, what's the matter?"

Ma Long was stunned for a moment, then remembered the girl's name.

Altea Eberlock is the only daughter of the refugee leader Elro Eberlock.

"Sir Lothar, what are you talking about?"

After hearing what Malone said, Altea did not answer, but walked over to Malone, stood in front of him, raised her head, and stared at his face unblinkingly.

"I said Althea girl... Althea, what's the matter with you?"

Ma Long subconsciously wanted to repeat his own words, but suddenly, a strange instinct made him swallow the word "madam" back.

The "common language" used by humans in the Azeroth world is a language whose sentence structure and grammar are similar to English on earth.

But for Ma Long, who has chosen a waste skill "Arcane Language", communication will never be a problem, whether it is with humans, or with... cats and dogs.

Sure enough, after putting away the polite title of "Ms.", the strange, creepy and dangerous smile on Altea's face disappeared.

"Sir Lothar, my father and Richard...Uncle, they are arguing about the next whereabouts again. I can't persuade you no matter what, come and help me!"

Altea said to Malone.