My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Shall we cross the Irvine River here to the other side? But the woods on the other side are so dark and terrible!"

Altea said reluctantly.

"No matter where you cross the river, isn't it the Twilight Forest on the opposite side... The river here has not reached the knees. If Paul and the others don't find a more suitable location, we will cross the river here."

Malone explained helplessly to Altea.

"Well, Malone, we all listen to you!"

Altea smiled like a flower and said to Malone with a thumbs up.

"Okay, I see..."

Malone shook his head with a wry smile, and then sat down on the grass by the river.

"Ma Long, I just saw you in the Jackal's camp! Did you learn your fighting skills from Marshal Anduin?"

Altea also ran to Malone and sat down like a piece of brown candy, then asked with blinking eyes.

"Yes, my father and mother left very early. It can be said that I have never seen them... Uncle Anduin raised me up. I learned all these things from him about military affairs and fighting. "

Malone replied.

"Yes...Is that so? I'm sorry..."

Altea lowered her head sadly-she didn't expect Malone to have such a bleak life experience.

"It doesn't matter, Altea, you don't have to blame yourself, those things have been a long time ago."

Malone smiled and comforted Altea.

"Ma Long...you are such a..."

Altea looked at Malone, trying to say something, but suddenly blushed and pressed her lips tightly.

"What is it?"

Now it was Malone's turn to be curious.

"I... I want to say... You are such a... gentle and kind person..."

Altea whispered, she lowered her head to prevent Malone from seeing her flushed cheeks.

Ma Long smiled and looked at the girl in front of him. He was not a fool. On the contrary, he knew exactly what Altea was thinking.

From any angle, Altea is a very attractive girl. She is beautiful and generous, innocent and innocent. Her beautiful face and rugged body make even Ma Long, who is used to seeing beautiful women in modern times, always often Be thrilled.

Malone knows what Altea’s shyness means now, and he also has a good impression of this girl. On any occasion, he may develop further with Altea, but now...

Now Ma Long's most important task is to take this refugee team to Yese Town as soon as possible to settle down and escape the hunting of the orcs.

In the far future, Ma Long also plans to rescue more Stormwind refugees, and rushed to Blackstone Mountain before the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde, and rescued his uncle Anduin Lothar.

There are so many things that need to be done, and Ma Long does not have the energy and time to deal with Altea's feelings for him.

"Ma Long, you... what are you thinking?"

Altea quietly raised her head, and found Malone looking at herself smiling, so she asked suspiciously.

Of course, there was a little worry mixed in this doubt-Altea was a little worried whether it was getting strange on her own.

"Me? I'm thinking about what you said before Altea...Do you really plan to become the commander of the newly formed militia?"

Ma Long asked with a smile.

"Of course! Can't it?"

Altea asked, her eyes widened.

"But... in that case, you're going to be on the battlefield! If you encounter orcs... can you pluck up the courage to fight them?"

There was a smile on Ma Long's face, and his tone was quite relaxed, but it was a bit unpleasant to hear Altea's ears.

"Why not? I...Although I am only a woman,...I can also go to the battlefield!"

Altea said angrily, she wanted to take out the dagger from her waist and wave it to prove that she could also use weapons.

"Okay, okay... But Altea, you have to know that those orcs are very strong, even men, it is difficult to defeat them one-on-one, if you get on the battlefield, you will definitely not be their opponent. "

Malone warned her while waving his hand to stop Altea's "dangerous" behavior of wielding a dagger.

"I'm not afraid!"

Altea said firmly.

"This is not a question of fear, but it will cause unnecessary casualties... If you get injured, or something else happens, how sad Elro will be!"

After all, Ma Long was a man of two generations. Although his age was not much different from Altea, there was always a sense of comfort in his tone.

"This...this...that's because I haven't been trained in this aspect since I was a kid! If...if I had a marshal uncle like Ma Long you as a teacher, I wouldn't be much worse than those orcs!"

Altea listened to Malone's words and thought of her father. Her desire to go to the battlefield was obviously reduced, but her mouth still mumbled unconvincingly.

"Well...Uncle Anduin won't be able to come back in a short time, but if Altea is interested in you, after we settle down, I can teach you some fighting skills."

Malone said with a smile.

"Really?"

There was a strange look in Altea's eyes. Although she had a lively personality, she had never learned professional fighting skills. Altea always had no confidence in whether she could fight against enemies like men on the battlefield.

And now, Malone, who was originally her sweetheart, promised to teach her fighting skills, how could this news not make Altea excited?

"Really, I promise."

Ma Long blinked and said lightly-in such a war, whether it is a man or a woman, it is always right to learn a little self-defense.

"Ma Long, you are so kind!"

Altea looked at Malone affectionately and said.

"This, ahem..."

Ma Long felt a little embarrassed. He did not expect that this simple sentence would make Altea what she is now-the unabashed emotion in her eyes really made Ma Long a little hard to resist.

"By the way, Ma Long, you just said that if I get hurt, my father will be sad... What about you?"

Altea seemed to have thought of something, she sat up straight and asked seriously.