My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Malone quickly assigned combat tasks.

Just when all the soldiers nodded in silence to express their understanding, Altea pulled his armor skirt behind Malone.

"what about me?"

Ma Long turned his head and saw Altea staring at him intently, and asked nervously.

"You find a safe place to stay, as far as possible, if there is a jackal running towards you...you shout loudly, and then run towards a further place, don't look back."

Ma Long thought for a while and said helplessly.

"I want to fight too!"

Altaiya pouted stubbornly, and she took out her short, sharp dagger again.

"Don't be fooling around... Those wolves are not vegetarian."

Malone glared at Altea, then scolded her.

Although a human soldier can deal with two or three poorly equipped jackals when prepared and fully equipped, they don't have the energy to take care of an Altea who is on the battlefield for the first time.

"But I... but I want to help Ma Long!"

Altea was scolded by Malone, her face turned a little sad, and she muttered in a low mood.

The girl's words made Malone feel soft. He knew that Altea just didn't understand the cruelty of battle and death, and her starting point must be good.

"Well then, you stay here, if a jackal comes running in this direction, you will help us kill it!"

Malone smiled comfortingly at Altea, and then changed what he had just said.

"Now...understand! Lord Lothar!"

Altea raised her head in surprise and looked at Malone's encouraging smile, she agreed with some nervousness.

What a stupid girl...

—— Ma Long couldn't help thinking of the idiom story on the earth called "Course Three and Four", shook his head with a wry smile, and then waved to the soldiers behind him, indicating that they could disperse and prepare for battle.

Paul followed Malone and held his spear tightly. He knew that the task of frontal charge was naturally the most difficult and dangerous. But as a soldier trained by Chief Lothar, he didn't understand what it meant to shrink.

Looking at Sir Lothar's back in front of him, Paul suddenly thought of a very fatal question.(To be continued.)

13

"Sir Lothar, you have no weapons!"

Paul reminded Malone in a low voice.

When fighting with the orc soldiers the other day, not only Sir Lothar was seriously injured, but his two-handed sword was also lost on the battlefield.

After that, although Sir Lothar's body was miraculously restored to health, he never had a weapon in hand.

"It's okay, don't worry. There is a saying, there is no gun, no cannon, the enemy made it for us!"

Malone didn't look back, but from his voice, Paul could hear that the young Sir Lothar, his officer, did not take this small-scale battle that was about to break out in his eyes.

Paul was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say much.

Never underestimate your opponent.

——Paul remembers that this was the first day he saw this Sir Lothar, he told himself the most reasonable words.

Paul certainly did not think that Sir Lothar himself would forget this, he understood that his chief had absolute confidence.

He bowed his waist on the grass and approached the jackal camp. There were no obstacles around him. Ma Long did not expect his actions to be really silent.

After all, the thief's skills in the damn system were only stealing, not stealth.

About two hundred meters away from the jackal camp, the actions of Ma Long and others were discovered by the jackals.

Jackals never need allies other than food; even if they need them, they only need allies that can be used as food.

The appearance of Malong and others made the Jackal camp into a state of panic. In the past few hundred years, especially after Stormwind City almost ruled the entire Irvine River Basin, it was killed by humans and has become a Jackal. The most common way of death in the world.

These carnivorous humanoids brought danger and trouble to the residents of Elwynn Forest and Westfall, so Stormwind sent its elite troops to regularly sweep the gnoll tribes in these areas.

Although the jackals are very fertile, their living space is getting smaller and smaller under the pressure of humans, and so are their numbers.

Therefore, despite their cruel nature, after seeing the emergence of humans, the first reaction of some jackals turned out to be to escape.

But most of the jackals only saw the moving food, and they all thought that their task was to break the two legs of the food, and then threw them into the cauldron in their camp.

"Xiquan Garrison, charge!"

Ma Long shouted loudly as soon as his whereabouts were discovered by the Jackal.

The soldiers had waited for this sentence for a long time. Almost at the same time as Malone issued the order, they squeezed the weapon in their hands and started the final sprint towards the camp of the Jackal.

Two hundred meters, for an adult man running fast, it only takes about half a minute.

Although Ma Long and the others would not run at full capacity to save energy, the panic in the Jackal camp gave them enough time.

Paul still couldn't forget the fact that his chief had no weapons. He rushed into the jackal camp in front of Malone, because he didn't want his chief to face these guys with his bare hands.

"Wow!"

There was an unpleasant roar, and several jackals rushed towards Paul.

Gritting his own teeth, Paul pushed the spear in his hand forward, and with the momentum of his body, the sharp tip of the spear easily penetrated the throat of a jackal.

All the momentum of his whole body was sent to the body of the jackal, and the blood flowed down the lance of the spear, but was blocked by the guard near the bottom of the spear, which did not affect Paul's use.

"Ho ho... ho ho..."

The blood-red eyes of the jackal were slightly protruding outwards. Of course, Paul couldn't understand the expression on the dog-like face. He only saw the jackal who seemed to want to grasp him with his hands. Spear shaft.

Although he didn't know the significance of this, Paul still wouldn't let this jackal man do his wish.

Taking a step backwards, standing firm, with a slight force on his arms, Paul retracted his spear from the throat of the jackal, and then rushed towards the other jackal who seemed a little dazed.

The corpse of the jackal who had lost the support of his spear slumped behind Paul, splashed with a small dust; soon, a pair of large riding boots stepped on the corpse of the jackal without hesitation, with a thick palm. , Gently picked up the thick iron rod beside the corpse.

"Bah, ugly monster."

While cursing loudly, Paul stepped on the corpse of a jackal and drew his spear from the chest of the corpse.

The jackal seemed to be stunned by the death of his companion, until Paul's spear pierced his chest, he cried a few times, but soon died.