My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The woman said loudly, and then greeted the next refugee.

There was a burst of laughter in the team, and the old man left the head of the team in a bit embarrassed manner; despite the rest of his life, but contentment, these surviving people still did not lose the confidence and joy of life.

"Sir Lothar, you are here."

Elro Eberlock stood at the end of the line and greeted Malone from a distance; when the young man got closer, he handed Malone a wooden blackjack.

"Good morning, Elro, did you have a good rest last night?"

Malone took his cutlery and asked with a smile.

"Thank the Holy Light, it couldn't be better."

Elro Eberlock also replied with a big smile. After determining the future direction of the team, he also seemed a lot more relaxed.

While talking with Elro and Richard, Malone moved forward in an orderly manner with the team; what made him a little puzzled was that Altea kept her head down and refused to speak even though she was right next to him.

After receiving his share of food, Malone followed Elro and Richard to a tent in the camp.

Most of the tents were used as lounges for the wounded, the weak and the old, women and children. This kind of scarce thing was still under the insistence of everyone, and Elro barely accepted it.

When they came to the tent, everyone sat down separately, and then began to eat while talking about the future of the refugee team.

"I think there must be many teams like ours in this land... Some may be smaller than ours, some may be much larger than ours... Is there any way to make these refugees? Centralized? If that is the case, whether it is self-protection or other things, it will be much more secure."

Ma Long put forward his consideration last night to everyone.

"Some difficulties... Even if there is a team like ours, we are too scattered, and we don't have time to communicate with each other."

Richard explained to Malone while snorting his share of meat porridge.

"Compared to what we can do, I actually want to know... How much power is left in Stormwind City that can contribute to the war with the orcs."

Elro Eberlock put down the wooden bowl in his hand, wiped his mouth lightly, and then asked worriedly.

The world of Azeroth is different from the earth. The political structure of Stormwind City is relatively loose. When the country falls and everyone is displaced, the key task that refugees need to accomplish is whether they can find a backbone that can gather everyone's beliefs.

"My uncle...Marshal Lothar, should have left Stormwind Harbor by now, and is heading towards Lordaeron in the north with the navy fleet. Prince Varian and most of the survivors of Stormwind are by his side. ... With all due respect, I’m afraid there is not much power left in this land that can help us.”

Malone, who knows a little about the world of Azeroth, told everyone in a regretful tone of news that surprised them.

"Go north? Lordaeron? That distant country? Sir Lothar, is this news... true?"

Elro Eberlock asked in surprise.

Regarding Malone, Elro Eberlock trusted without reservation, but the news from Malone’s mouth was really shocking. More importantly, Elro couldn’t understand what Malone came from. The channel got this news.(To be continued.)

"If... you ask me to confirm this news, I really don't have any evidence, but if you believe me... I use my reputation and my uncle to assure that what I say is true."

Ma Long said solemnly.

"So..."

Elro Eberlock hesitated for a moment, of course he heard it out, and what Malone said was completely empty talk.

"I believe you."

At this moment, Altea, who had been silent, put down the wooden bowl in her hand and said loudly.

"Altea?"

Elro Eberlock looked at his daughter in surprise.

"I believe in Sir Lothar, he has no need to deceive us."

Altea said to her father, noticing that Ma Long turned her head to look at her, the girl's face became stiff, and her head lowered in a panic.

"If Marshal Lothar goes to Lordaeron in the north... then... what shall we do?"

Richard hesitated, then asked.

Obviously, Anduin Lothar took Stormwind’s most elite soldiers, but failed to prevent the orcs from attacking Stormwind. So when he and his army left the territory of Stormwind and crossed Lordaeron, stay What do people in this land use to resist these brutal "beasts"?

"My uncle will not give up this land. I believe he can persuade the kings in the north that a huge army will assemble. They will defeat the orc army in the north, and then go all the way south to regain all the destruction of Stormwind City. /Sinked land."

Ma Long said in a firm tone-of course he believed these words very much, because he knew these would become reality in a few years.

"But all this... takes a lot of time, right? Before that, we..."

Although he admired Anduin Lothar's fame, Richard was still full of pessimism about the future.

"I have a question... Sir Lothar, you just said... His Royal Highness Prince Varian and Marshal Lothar go north together, then... where is King Lane? He..."

Elro Eberlock carefully recalled what Malone had just said, and then discovered a fact that made him a little frightened.

"King Ryan's words... he was despicably assassinated by a spy sent by the orcs; because of this, the guards of Stormwind became paralyzed and failed to hold on to keep the orcs out of the city before my uncle and his army returned. ."

Ma Long said with a sigh.

For Azeroth, which does not have the Internet, telephone, and telegram, even heavy news like King Lane’s death cannot be spread immediately.

"what?"

Elro Eberlock opened his mouth wide, and it was even big enough to lay an egg.

"His Majesty was...how could this be...no wonder those orcs entered the city so easily...damn..."

Richard clenched his fist and beat his knee hard.

Ryan Wrynn, the king of Stormwind, was widely embraced by the nobles and civilians of Stormwind because of his kindness and generosity. He got such shocking news from Malone, which made Elro Eberlock and Richard. All very sad.

Of course, they did not intend to doubt the authenticity of this news in the past. As Richard said, this could explain why Stormwind’s defenses were so lax, and more importantly, no one would think of Marshal Anduin Lothar. Nephew, will arrange false news about the death of His Majesty the King.

Both Elro Eberlock and Richard thought that this information was obtained by Malone through the military’s intelligence system. Either of them ignored that when Stormwind fell/fallen, Malone was not in the city. In this fact.

"If this is the case, what hope do we have..."

Richard said desperately.

Originally, he hoped that Stormwind's army could fight back against the orcs and drive these guys out of Stormwind City. Unexpectedly, most of the army had already crossed Lordaeron with Anduin Lothar north, and His Majesty the King Also died in the attack of the orcs.

The situation has collapsed to such an extent, let alone resistance, even Richard has no confidence in surviving on this land.

"Although it sounds scary, but... Actually, the current situation is not as bad as you think. The main goal of the orcs will not be placed on this land. Most of them will soon leave and march north. ; Even if there is an army of orcs left, their number will certainly not be many."

Malone said to Elro Eberlock and Richard.