My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"I see, Chief Lothar!"

The soldier didn't care much about these wounds-how to say?Scar is a man's medal?But Ma Long came forward, in order not to violate his chief, he also agreed.(To be continued.)

16

"Everyone is fine, so let's take a short break and move on."

Ma Long nodded and said to the soldiers; but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if he had forgotten something...what is it?

Just when Malone was going to lead his men to continue to explore the way forward, under Paul's prompt, he remembered what he had forgotten.

Standing in the center of the jackal camp, looking at the little figure to the west from a distance, Ma Long couldn't help showing a wry smile.

——Altea, this silly girl, should you see that the battle here is over?Why can't it come?

Malone thought this in his heart, and then walked in Altea's direction.

Several other soldiers from the West Springs Garrison also wanted to follow Malone when they saw it, but they were stopped by Paul.

At first, these soldiers looked at Paul with surprised eyes, but soon, after Paul’s whispers, their faces showed ambiguous smiles, and they looked towards Altea who were about to walk. The gaze from the back of Ma Long's back is also full of the taste of narrowing.

"Ma Long!"

Seeing Ma Long walked towards him, Altea held the dagger in her hand nervously and greeted Ma Long excitedly.

"The battle is over, put away the dagger!"

When Malone came to Altea’s side, the first sentence was this—to be honest, looking at the bright dagger in Altea’s hand, Malone was really worried that she would accidentally hurt herself.

"Oh, oh!"

Altea nodded repeatedly, then returned the dagger to the sheath around her waist.

"Why are you still standing here stupidly? The battle is over, why don't you come to find us?"

While watching Altea's movements, Malone said to her.

"But... but Ma Long, you order me to help you stop the deserters of the Jackals!"

After hearing Malone's words, Altea flinched first, then gathered up the courage, raised her head to defend.

"This one……"

Malone looked at Altea with a strange look in his eyes-wouldn't this silly girl really think that she was here to help in the war?

Also blocked the deserters of the gnoll... If a gnoll came here, this silly girl would be finished!

Although he thought so in his mind, Malone did not say these words out of protection for Altea's self-esteem.

"Let's go, don't stand here, we have to continue walking around to make sure it is safe."

Malone said to Altea.

"Oh, okay!"

Altea first nodded again and again, but soon she let out another exclaim.

"what happened again?"

Ma Long asked patiently.

"Ma Long, you... are you not injured?"

Altea seemed to remember that Ma Long had just gone through a fight, she ran to Ma Long quickly, tentatively trying to touch Ma Long's blood-stained armor.

"Injured? No, no. Those wolves can't hurt me."

Malone shook his head and said.

"But... but there is a lot of blood on your armor!"

Altea said with a cry in her voice.

The last time Altea saw Malone's bloody appearance, it was a few days ago, facing a dozen orcs. Although it was the first time to fight orcs, the young Xiquan garrison had no idea of ​​retreating.

Because of the difference in physical fitness, it is difficult for human soldiers to defeat the same number of orc soldiers, but the Xiquan Garrison did, of course, mainly because their commanders paid a heavy price.

Altea still remembered how Ma Long was carried back to her father’s camp that day. She cried as she helped Ma Long wash away the blood and pieces of meat from her body, so that her eyes were swollen.

Thinking of the situation that day, Altea was very frightened. She never wanted to see Ma Long lying on the stretcher with less air and more air.

"These are not my blood...Altea, don't be too excited, the jackals are too far apart from the orcs. This is just a small-scale battle."

Ma Long saw Altea's panic, and it was difficult for him to speak to her, he could only try to soften his voice.

"Is that so?"

Altea was still very worried about Malone, but after hearing Malone say this, her heart was slightly relieved.

"I'll clean it for you!"

Altea took out her handkerchief from the small bag on her waist, and tiptoe to try to wipe the blood from Ma Long's face and neck.

"No... forget it, how can the handkerchief be wiped clean... I'll go to the river to wash it!"

Malone hid subconsciously, and then said to Altea.

"Oh, okay!"

Altea nodded, put away her handkerchief, and then followed Malone and walked towards the river.

In the jackal camp, several soldiers from the West Springs garrison are clearing the spoils of the battle; but to their disappointment, the jackals do not have any good equipment and weapons, so they can be said to have gained nothing.

However, the few cauldrons in the jackal camp are the supplies that the refugee camp lacks. Paul decided to leave these cauldrons to the refugees.

Ma Long nodded towards his men, and walked straight to the river to wash his hands and face, while Altea stood on the edge of the jackal camp, looking timidly at the corpse in front of him.

The girl's mind was really strange. When she saw the blood on Ma Long, Altea only thought about whether Ma Long was injured, and wanted to wipe the blood on Ma Long's face with her precious handkerchief.

But when all this had nothing to do with Ma Long, whether it was the corpse or the blood, Altea felt a slight nausea in his heart.

Especially after seeing the mutilated corpses of the jackals and the fresh, bloody wounds on the corpses.

"Ms. Altea, is the handkerchief in your hand intended to wipe my sweat?"

Seeing Altea trying to approach the jackal camp, but not daring to step into a pool of blood, Paul couldn't help approaching and joking with her.

"Of course not! To wipe it is also for Ma Long!"