My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Malone looked away awkwardly-Altea was right, her leather armor was naturally considered armor, but...

In the eyes of Ma Long, this thing is not so much armor, as it is... it's just a piece of clothing.

"Well, even if you have a leather armor, what about your weapons? Without weapons, how do you fight the orcs?"

Malone asked back.

"Weapon...I don't have a weapon, only this! Although it's a little shorter, I'm very flexible, and I can definitely use it to cut the orc's throat!"

After hearing Malone's words, Altea showed a look of embarrassment on her face, but soon said with confidence.

Of course Altea had no weapons, and she was not a soldier before the war broke out; but she had a self-defense dagger that she carried with her, and now she was pulling her dagger out of the sheath around her waist, and ran wild in the air. Waving.

What kind of bird can this thing do...

——Ma Long thought so in his heart, but out of politeness, he didn't tell the truth.

Altea saw that Ma Long was silent again, and couldn't help but frowned her delicate eyebrows; but she just wanted to say something to Ma Long when she suddenly saw the other party rushing towards her.

Altea had been walking backwards just now in order to talk to Ma Long; seeing Ma Long rushing towards her, the girl's face showed a flustered expression, her body instinctively wanted to dodge, and the steps under her feet suddenly tripped. Living.

"Yeah!"

Altea exclaimed, and fell to the grass below her feet.

"Be careful!"

Ma Long crossed the distance between him and Altea in two steps, and slammed the wrist of Altea’s hand holding the dagger to prevent her from cutting herself in a panic, then he held her to him. Behind.

Of course Altea also realized that she was in danger just now, and it was nothing to just fall, but if the position of the dagger in her hand is incorrect, it might be pierced into her own body.

After all, Altea likes her dagger very much. Before the outbreak of the war, she would always use the whetstone to ensure the sharpness of this dagger in her free time.

"Ma...Mr. Malong! Don't scare me like this!"

Althea yelled to Malone in a panic-the girl's change to Malone's name was only not long ago, and when she was in a panic, she subconsciously changed to the original name.

Of course Altea knew that Malone had just saved her, but if he hadn't rushed towards her suddenly, she wouldn't be scared to lose her balance and fall to the ground!

——Altea can still distinguish clearly on this point.(To be continued.)

12

"Shhh, look ahead."

Malone knew that the scene just now made Altea a bit frightened, but he didn't have much energy to take care of the girl's mind.

"Why... the Holy Light is on, what are these things?"

Altea was very dissatisfied with Malone's attitude. It was obvious that he frightened herself, so why did he look like he made sense?

But as soon as he poked his head out from behind Malone and glanced forward, Altea was taken aback by what she saw.

The grass at the foot stretched hundreds of meters forward to reach the limit, where there is a wide river.

On the other side of the river is a large dense forest. Although it is separated by a river, the colors of the trees and other scenery there are obviously much dimmer than here.

But this was not what surprised Altea, it was the group of...people by the river that really shocked her.

On the edge of the river, there is a small camp. Several bonfires are burning in the camp. Among the sparse camps, groups of humanoid creatures are walking.

It is not very appropriate to describe these humanoid creatures as "people", because even if they are far apart, Altea can clearly see their protruding jaws, the hyenas on their faces, and the occasional grinning mouth of the blood basin. Sharp teeth stained with yellowish dirt.

"Jack... Jackal?"

Altea couldn't help but leaned her body towards Malone, and said in a trembling voice.

Although she just bragged about "cutting the throat of the orcs," now, after seeing these terrifying-looking jackals, Altea has lost this courage.

When Ma Long was leading the battle against the group of orc soldiers a few days ago, Altea couldn't help but witness Ma Long's brave fighting figure and the appearance of the orcs.

With green skin, sturdy and mostly naked upper body, huge weapons, sharp and raised fangs, Altea has never seen a humanoid creature more ugly than an orc.

It is not that there are no other races in the world of Azeroth except humans, but Altea has seen dwarves and elves, they are all kind, at least outwardly.

But now, Altea finally understood that orcs were not the ugliest race.

In the camp not far in front of her, there were a group of jackals.

Compared with humans, this group of humanoid creatures are small, brown fur, and their pointed head looks like a hyena.

In Altea's view, these wolves were like cutting off the human heads and then moving the wolves' heads up. In short, they gave her a very disgusting feeling.

Not only Malone discovered the abnormal situation ahead, but Paul and the soldiers also noticed. They clenched their weapons and moved closer to Malone.

"How to do?"

Paul asked in a low voice.

Ma Long stood on the spot, looking at the jackal camp from a distance.

This is not the first time that the guards of the West Spring Fortress have faced the Jackal. Although this cunning race has a ferocious temperament, it is relatively greedy and fearful of death.

Even if there are less than ten people on their side, and one of them is a woman, Paul and the others are not too afraid of this camp that seems to have dozens of jackals.

But considering the refugees marching here under the escort of Robin and his companions, Ma Long hesitated in his heart.

How to deal with this jackal camp?Is it to get rid of it?Or bypass it?

Mere detours cannot solve the fundamental problem, because no one can guarantee that these wolves will not migrate; but eradicating...

Except for Altea, Malone now has only seven people available, including himself; it is too difficult to kill all these jackals.

"Ma Long, what should we do? Will these jackals attack us?"

Faced with these terrifying jackals, Altea asked Malone with some heart.

"I'm not sure...Paul, get ready to do it."

Ma Long shook his head, and then told his men.

After much deliberation, Ma Long felt that he still had to deal with the jackal camp, so that they could not threaten the safety of the refugee team.

"Understood, Chief Lothar."

Paul nodded, just like the other soldiers, waiting for Malone's order.

"You two, attack from this side, and the three of you, Paul, you and I rush into the camp from the front and kill all the jackals who dare to resist. If they escape, let them go."