My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"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.)

"So...The Western Wilderness is the first place the orcs will get involved after they occupy Stormwind City? But there is also food in Stormwind. Isn't it enough for the orcs..."

Richard knows a little bit more about military matters than Elro Eberlock, he asked Malone.

"If they want to continue to the north and invade more human land, then the food will naturally not be enough."

Malone replied.

"To the north... these guys..."

Richard clenched his fist tightly. Although he was never married and has been alone, he also lost several friends and relatives in the recent war.

No humans do not hate this group of guys who suddenly appeared and broke into their homes to kill and plunder.

"So... Sir Lothar, where should we go?"

Elro Eberlock asked hesitantly.

For this refugee leader, he certainly hates the orcs, but more importantly, he needs to take the people who trust him to escape the orcs' aggression.

"I think... the best is the forest! The orcs shouldn't have time to hunt the forest on a large scale. We should be safer in the jungle."

Malone replied after thinking about it.

"For the forest... Elwynn Forest and Stormwind City are too close, then only..."

Richard touched his beard, which he hadn't cut for a few days, and said in a deep voice.

"Twilight Forest?"

Altea finally cut in.

After all, the world of Azeroth is not the earth. Due to the backwardness of information transmission, Altea's vision and vision have not yet reached the level of Richard and Elro Eberlock.

However, as a lively and active girl, she still knows the land she lives in.

On the land ruled by the Wrynn family in Stormwind, there are two dense forests, the Elwynn Forest in the eastern suburbs of Stormwind, and the Twilight Forest next to it.

Because of the tall towering ancient trees, once the sky is getting late, the night in the twilight forest will come sooner than other places, because the faint sunset has been unable to penetrate the lush canopy.

This is also the origin of the name "Twilight".

"Yes, Twilight Forest, we only have a few hundred people. If we hide in the jungle, even if there are tens of thousands of orcs, it will take at least a month to find us."

Richard gave an excited high-five, then said.

"Indeed it is……"

Elro Eberlock thoughtfully agreed.

This is almost an unquestionable fact-the refugee team, in the Twilight Forest, is definitely safer than the unobstructed Westfall.

"But, Nightlight Town...should have already..."

Although the humans in Stormwind knew almost nothing about the origins of the orcs, at least Elro Eberlock knew that these orcs attacked Stormwind from the east.

In this case, Twilight Forest should have been patronized by these "beasts" first.

"Yes, the orcs did come from this direction... But because of this, they are unlikely to conduct too detailed searches on the occupied areas. In other words, the most dangerous places are often the most detailed. A safe place. Because neither the enemy nor ourselves can think of this."

Malone took out the "famous quotes" common on earth to convince the cautious Elro Eberlock.

"That's right..."

Elro Eberlock still hesitated.

"Oh, Ellow, don't hesitate, you can't believe me, can't you still believe in Sir Lothar? Isn't Sir Lothar more discerning than the two of us?"

Richard's temper is a little irritable, he said anxiously to Elro Eberlock.

"Of course I believe in Sir Lothar's vision... but is our current food still enough for us to walk into the Twilight Forest?"

Elro Eberlock has his own concerns.

"It should be no problem. We are not many. Everyone brought a little food. We passed by the farm a few days ago and we also added food."

Richard replied.

"Then it's so decided. Sir Lothar is a member of the army. He definitely understands better than the two of us what we should do now."

Elro Eberlock finally made up his mind.

"Daddy Ellow, Uncle Richard, thank you for your trust... I want to say, although we are now on the run, but... someday, we will return to Stormwind City. By then, the orcs must have been driven away. Everything will be fine after we leave our home."

Noting that Elro Eberlock's mood was a little low, Malone comforted him.

"If that's the case, it would be great..."

Elro Eberlock shook his head with a wry smile, obviously not commenting on what Malone said.

Although Elro Eberlock and Richard hope in their hearts that the words Malone just said will become a reality, at least for now, they see no hope. Saving their lives is their only hope and demand now.

"Then I won't bother... during the day to treat everyone, Elro Ello, you must be very tired... Uncle Richard too, rest early, and you will take everyone on the road tomorrow!"

Malone smiled, didn't care too much about Elro Eberlock's attitude, stood up straight, and left the tent after bidding farewell.

Coming out of Elro Eberlock's tent, Malone looked at the refugees sleeping in the clearing.

Within a few days, Ma Long had a general impression of these refugees.

The oldest of the refugees is a 60-year-old man, and the youngest is a baby who has just been born less than four months old.

The ruthlessness of fate made them lose their homes for survival and be displaced; however, it is also the blessing of fate, at least for now, they are still alive.