My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Then, our main task is... to settle down in the twilight forest, avoid the hunts of the orcs, and wait until Sir Anduin Lothar returns with the northern army?"

Elro Eberlock looked at Malone and asked.

Although deeply appreciated and respected by these refugees, Elro Eberlock is not good at military affairs. In this regard, he attaches great importance to the opinions of Malone, who was born in the Lothar family and is an officer.

"Yes, and the surviving refugees are definitely more than us. After we settle down in the night town, we can also send some people around to find other refugee teams, unite them, and wait until the orcs are defeated in the north... Maybe We can also do our part to retake our homeland."

Malone said affirmatively.

"I don't count on this... I just hope that Twilight Forest is really safer."

Elro Eberlock is not very interested in what Malone said. He is already content to live with these refugees. As for launching a counterattack against the orcs...

Even the army failed, how should these refugees accomplish it?

"Then it should not be too late. After breakfast, let's set off. After all, this place is still near Stormwind City. In case we encounter those orc patrols again, it will be troublesome."

Richard swallowed the food in his bowl into his stomach repeatedly, then wiped his mouth and said.

"Well, Richard, you go and arrange for everyone to pack up and get ready to go! By the way, remember, Sir Lothar just said these things, don't let everyone know... Only the four of us know it."

Elro Eberlock told Richard while assigning tasks.

The assassination of His Majesty the King... Even if these refugees know about it, it will not help the current situation. It will only make them more panic and make things worse.

"I'm going to gather my men, we need some scouts to find the way ahead."

Ma Long also finished his share of food, then stood up and said.

"I am coming too!"

Altea stood up and said loudly.(To be continued.)

10

, "Sir Lothar!"

"Sir!"

...

Leaving the camp of Elro Eberlock, Malone quickly found his subordinates who had gathered together and had just finished breakfast.

There are 13 soldiers in total. They are not very old, the oldest is no more than 30 years old, but they have relatively rich combat experience. In the West Spring Fortress where they guard, the Jackals and the bandits on the edge of the West Wilderness are their training soldiers. The main object.

These soldiers were wearing light chain mail with spears or narrow two-handed swords in their hands. Seeing Ma Long approaching, they all stood up and greeted their officers.

"Well, everyone has finished eating?"

Ma Long nodded and said while holding the officer's frame.

"It's finished, Chief Lothar, are we going to leave?"

A soldier asked. Malone glanced at him and remembered his name-Robin.

"Well, these refugees want to migrate to the Twilight Forest. Our task is to ensure their safety, and at the same time to explore the front to ensure that there is no danger."

Malone replied.

"Understood, Chief Lothar. But... why is Miss Altea here?"

Paul, who was on night guard with Malone last night, responded loudly to Malone's words, and then winked at Altea who was following Malone, and asked maliciously.

"This one……"

Ma Long turned his head and glanced at the serious Altea, and couldn't help but smile.

Just now in Elro Eberlock’s camp, Altea offered to serve as a scout with Malone.

Ma Long, of course, immediately rejected her innocent thoughts. After all, this land has been occupied by orcs. Orcs' patrols may appear at any time, and the work of scouts is too dangerous.

But Altea insisted on doing this, and she moved out of her father Alro Eberlock to crush Malone.

"Let her go with you, Sir Lothar, Altea is smart and flexible, and won't hold you back."

For some reason, Malone felt that when Elro Eberlock said this, the smile on his face was a little weird.

"Yes, yeah, let's go together!"

Richard's bearded face also wore an ambiguous smile that would make Malone get goosebumps.

"How can this work, it is very dangerous..."

Although there was something wrong in his heart, Ma Long tried to explain to these two weird middle-aged uncles.

"It's okay, let her go! I don't think we can rely on Sir Lothar and your subordinates. When we settle down, I want to pick some people and train them a little as an armed force that can at least defend themselves. No. In the event of an accident, these militiamen will be in charge of Altea, so she can take this opportunity to learn something from you."

Elro Eberlock said to Malone.

Now that Elro Eberlock had stated all such reasons, Malone had no way to refuse, and could only let Althea follow.

"We are divided into two teams, Robin, you take half of the people to stay and protect these refugees and set off to the Twilight Forest; I will take the remaining people to explore the way ahead, if there is any accident, we will leave a mark for you of."

Looking back, ignoring Altea, Malone began to assign these soldiers the tasks.

"I see, Chief Lothar."

With his right hand tapping his left chest, Robin gave a standard military salute to Malone and responded solemnly.

"Well, remember, if there is an emergency...you must first ensure the safety of these refugees."

Malone told Robin.

"Relax, Chief Lothar, I won't let you down."

Robin nodded and promised-as Malone's subordinate, Robin saw with his own eyes that Sir Lothar was seriously injured a few days ago to protect these refugees, and he understood the status of these refugees in Sir Lothar's heart.

"Then, let's go now."

Malone patted Robin on the shoulder, then spoke to the six soldiers headed by Paul.

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

In the neat response, several soldiers headed by Paul formed an orderly line, trotting to the east.

"You have to keep up, Altea!"

Ma Long turned his head and told Altea.