My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Althea gave Paul a blank look, and said angrily--Where is this guy sweating?It's all blood!

"Ma Long? You mean Chief Lothar? What difference does it make to wipe us?"

Another soldier also leaned in, laughing and teasing.

"How can it be the same, Ma Long is... different from you!"

Seeing so many soldiers coveting her handkerchief, Altea hurriedly tucked the handkerchief in her palm back into her waist bag.

"Where is it different?"

Paul asked with a smirk on his face.(To be continued.)

17

"Just...different!"

Altaiya was so ashamed that she covered her pink cheeks like sunset with her hands, and her voice was barely audible in the laughter of several West Spring garrisons.

"What are you talking about?"

Ma Long walked over from one side, gently shaking his hands that he had just washed in the river.

"No! Nothing! Chief Lothar, what should we do next?"

Paul rushed to cover up.

It's funny to make fun of Altea. It's funny to see her embarrassed; but if Chief Lothar becomes embarrassed, it will be the brothers who will suffer!

——Paul is very clear about this simple truth.

"These wolves...Although they have been dispersed by us, it also shows that this place is not safe. I think a few of us will check it out nearby, find a place with shallow water, and let the large troops pass through Al as soon as possible. Wenhe!"

Ma Long said in a worried tone.

If it were before the orcs came to the world of Azeroth, a tribe of gnolls of this size would not be enough to threaten human towns; but now, dozens of gnolls are entirely possible to cause a refugee team of no more than 300 people. In terms of casualties, Ma Long did not want to see this.

"Should the water depth be surveyed? Then we need some sticks..."

Paul nodded musingly, and then squeezed the spear in his hand-this was the most suitable thing.

"Well, spears, or other things are okay... The two of us work as a team, we will act separately, I..."

Malone took the handkerchief that Altea handed him, wiped the water on his hand, and then began to distribute the tasks of everyone.

"Chief Lothar, you can team up with Ms. Altea. We can team up by ourselves, haha!"

Finally, Paul couldn't help being funny, he shouted loudly, and then ran away laughing with a few other soldiers from the West Springs Garrison.

"Ma Long, what are they laughing at?"

Altea took her handkerchief from Malone's hand, twisted it lightly, and put it in the bag on her waist, looking at Malone curiously and asked.

"Nothing...a bunch of bastards..."

Ma Long shook his head, sighed helplessly, then looked around, picked up a slender stabbing sword in the jackal camp, turned and walked towards the lower reaches of the river.

"Wait for me!"

Altea quickly ran to catch up with Malone, and followed him closely.

Although the orc army has been raging in Stormwind for a week, everything is no different from before the outbreak of the war on the remote Irvine River.

The lush green grass, the clear stream, the brisk song of birds on the small trees, and the dark/deep mysterious twilight forest on the other side of the river, if it were not for the unpleasant blood stains on his body, Ma Long almost thought he was here Outing.

"It's so beautiful here!"

Girls are always more sensual at this time, Altea’s steps are light and graceful, she happily praised while looking around at the vibrant nature.

"Altea, haven't you been here before?"

Ma Long asked in surprise.

Although, as a modern man, it is the first time that Malone has witnessed such primitive nature with his own eyes, but the body he occupies, the young Sir Lothar, has also come here with his friends.

As an aboriginal in Stormwind, Altea had never been to the Irvine River. This was indeed a very strange thing in Malone's eyes.

"No... I went to Northshire Abbey with my father when I was very young. When Stormwind City fell, my father and I were treating people there in the suburbs. When the news came, everyone was panicked. It was father and Uncle Richard gathered everyone together and ran towards the south together until they met Sir Lothar and your army."

Altea said with some regret-in her past life, the teachings of nuns and the Holy Light occupied a very important part of her life.

Such an experience gave her little opportunity to play around, and of course, she had never seen a young and brave Stormwind officer like Xiang Ma Long.

"It's not an army, it's just a small garrison...If I had an army, maybe I could help Uncle Anduin recapture Stormwind City."

Ma Long shook his head and said regretfully.

The orcs invaded the world of Azeroth did not just happen yesterday, but some years ago.

In the beginning, these barbaric invaders did not launch an aggressive attack on humans. The armies of both sides were deadlocked in Ghostlands. Anduin Lothar personally led the attack, almost destroying the orc army in Swamp of Sorrows. Tonard.

However, just when Anduin Lothar sent troops to Karazhan to get rid of Medivh, the fallen guardian who had become the inner answer of the orcs, civil strife broke out within the orcs, and the more cunning and strategic Orgrim Destroyed. The hammer replaced Blackhand as the warchief of the tribe.

Orgrim Doomhammer sent Garona, a half-orc, half-draenei, to assassinate King Ryan Wrynn of Stormwind, and broke through the gates of Stormwind while the city was in chaos.

Anduin Lothar, who hurried back from Karazhan, was unable to expel the orc army that had already established a foothold in Stormwind, and could only take the young prince Varian Wrynn and as many Stormwind citizens as possible. The fleet went north to Lordaeron.

Even the humans and orcs who were in it might not be clear about these events, but Ma Long knew very well; but when he came to this world, it was too late.

In the territory of Stormwind, there are still many humans who have not been able to leave here. The orc army may soon go north, but before then, how long they will sweep the land, even Malone has no accurate numbers. .

Perhaps many humans will become captives of the orcs, driven by them to go north together, becoming slaves and laborers; Ma Long knows this clearly, but he can do nothing.

Being able to guarantee the safety of this refugee team led by Elro Eberlock is already the limit that Malone and his West Springs garrison can achieve.

As for the other human refugees, they can only hope that they can unite soon, at least to survive the day when Anduin Lothar led the northern human kingdom's coalition forces to return.

Returning to reality from his regretful memories, Malone stopped advancing, walked towards the bank of the Irvine River, stood on the bank of the river, and plunged his stabbing sword into the river in front of him.

"Ma Long, what are you doing?"

Altea approached Malone and asked curiously.(To be continued.)

18

"Look at how deep the water is here."

Ma Long drew the stabbing sword out of the river and tentatively tested the wet part of the stabbing sword with his fingers, and replied.