My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"When Maria grows up, I can come here to play, but not now. If Maria is washed away by the water, my mother will be worried, understand?"

Malone said to Maria seriously-he did have a lot of words, but there was no way, for this cute little girl, anyone would like it very much.

"I see, Maria won't worry her mother!"

The little girl replied loudly.

"You have a good daughter."

On the other side, Malone released Maria from his arms, then smiled and said to Vera who followed him ashore.

"Well, Maria is very good."

There was a cheerful smile on Vera's face-in such a situation, the daughter was still obedient, not noisy, and this was her only consolation.

"Maria needs to be sensible and take care of her mother, understand?"

Ma Long bent down, dipped a drop of cool river water with his finger, applied it to Maria's forehead, then rubbed her little head and said.(To be continued.)

twenty one

"Oh! So ice!"

Maria let out a crisp whimper and hugged her head with her hands, not allowing Malone to continue rubbing it.

Seeing that the little girl was looking at him violently, Malone smiled awkwardly at Vera, then nodded, and walked to the men who were on guard.

Maria is very cute. In order for children like her to not grow up in the shadow of the orc invasion, Malone still has a lot to do.

"Maria, why don't you say goodbye to Sir Lothar? Didn't your mother teach you to be a polite girl?"

Vera gratefully glanced at Ma Long's back, then squatted down and patted her daughter's tender cheek fondly.

"But this uncle... Maria doesn't like him!"

Maria hugged her head and said with a sad face.

"Why? That's Sir Lothar!"

Vera looked at her daughter in surprise and asked.

Although only a civilian, Vera also knew that the young Sir Marlon Lothar had paid a lot for these refugees who had fled. When Marlon was injured, Vera also prayed to the Holy Light as soon as possible. recovery.

Although knowing the child’s words, Vera did not want her daughter to have a bad impression of Sir Lothar. In her heart, especially after a short close encounter, Vera thought that Sir Lothar A true knight, a noble man.

"This uncle used very cold water on Maria's head! And mother, his body stinks!"

Maria threw herself into Vera's arms and complained with aggrieved expression.

"Smelly?"

Vera subconsciously touched her daughter's blond hair, then smiled helplessly-Maria, when will you grow up?Mother really wants to see that day soon!

If Ma Long knew that the little girl who was carved and jade made of her own, he would be embarrassed. Of course, what Maria said was the truth, but there was no way.

The refugee team had been moving before, and the difficult conditions did not allow Malone to do any personal hygiene; more importantly, the only few days when he stayed in the refugee camp, it was precisely that he did not come to this world. In a coma.

In addition, he had just fought with the jackal, and the blood stains on his body had not had time to be cleaned. These blood stains that gradually became thick and solidified, in some hot weather, quickly exuded an unpleasant breath.

But Ma Long himself didn't seem to realize this. He quickly walked to Paul and the others and began to inquire about the situation on the river bank.

In fact, there is no need to ask Paul and others, and Malone knows that their road ahead is not peaceful.

Looking into the twilight forest, even though it is daytime, the towering tree canopy blocks the sun. The weedy path leading to the depths of the forest is like a journey of no return leading to the mouth of a giant beast.

A terrible roar of wild beasts faintly came from the depths of the twilight forest, and Ma Long's face became serious-the Irvine River is probably the only source of water nearby, and the speed of crossing the river must be accelerated, otherwise, I don't know Whenever there will be beasts coming here to drink, it will inevitably hurt these unarmed refugees.

"Paul, you take everyone's attention, I will go to the other side and urge the speed of crossing the river."

Malone said to Paul.

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

Paul paid a military salute to Lothar and said confidently.

"Good job."

Malone patted Paul on the shoulder, then took his boots and walked towards the slowly flowing river.

"Papa Elro!"

There was no need to take care of Vera's speed this time. The strong Malone quickly waded across the water, and found their leader Alro Eberlock among the chaotic refugees.

"Sir Lothar? Is there anything wrong?"

Elro Eberlock seemed to be arguing with his daughter about something. Hearing Malone's voice, he quickly turned around and asked.

"I'm worried about an accident, so I want everyone to go faster... Although it is unlikely that there will be any orcs in the Twilight Forest right now, there are certainly no shortage of beasts and the like."

Malone replied.

"I see... Did you hear that, Altea, hurry over!"

After hearing Malone's words, Elro Eberlock's face also became serious. While he agreed to Malone's request, he sternly scolded his daughter.

"I don't! I want to go with Ma Long... with you father!"

Altea pouted her mouth and said dissatisfiedly.

"You girl... okay, whatever you want!"

Elro Eberlock didn't have much energy to take care of his daughter now. He nodded to Malone, and then ran to the front of the refugee team quickly.

"Ma Long, what did you do just now?"

As soon as his father walked away, Altea came to Ma Long on his hind feet and asked with blinking jet-black eyes.

"I just sent a few people over, by the way, see if Paul and the others have found anything. Altea, you should listen to your father, go ahead early, now, women and children are almost gone, right?"

Ma Long looked at the refugee team. Although there were more people left than on the other side, most of them were men. The speed of marching should not be too slow. He also breathed a sigh of relief, and then persuaded Altea.

"I'm not... By the way, Ma Long, do you think there will be survivors like us in Nightlight Town?"

Altea looked a little dodging, and she changed the subject in a panic.

"Yise Town...I don't think so. When we get there, I guess..."

Ma Long shook his head, his expression a little sad.