My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Be extra careful tonight. Uncle Richard will bring some hands with us to watch the night. Everyone will be more vigilant not to let those wild beasts approach our camp."

Malone said to Paul.

In the coming night, the West Springs Garrison and some young men selected by Richard the Beard will take turns to watch the night on the edge of the camp to prevent the beasts from crossing the fence to attack the refugees in the camp.

"I see, Chief Lothar... By the way, Chief Lothar, who are you in the camp with?"

Paul nodded to indicate that he knew it, and then asked curiously.(To be continued.)

twenty three

Because this was a vigil jointly organized by the strong men of the West Springs garrison and the refugee team, in order to make the guards in each direction have a certain combat effectiveness, Ma Long and Richard Beard decided to divide these men into several groups.

Each group is composed of soldiers and strong men, so that it can avoid the situation where the defensive force is too weak in a certain position.

Paul just asked casually, but Malone was really asked.

"I really don't know this..."

Just after Ma Long said a few words, he was interrupted by Altea who sprang out.

"Of course it's me!"

Altea stood beside Malone and Paul and said loudly.

"what are you?"

Malone asked suspiciously, not paying attention to the ambiguous smile on Paul's face.

"Ma Long, your companion! It's me! The companion who vigil together at night!"

Altea showed an excited smile on her face and yelled to Malone.

"What? Why is it you?"

Ma Long asked in surprise, he thought his companion would at least be a man.

"No...not why!"

Althea blushed, and said haltingly.

"By the way, Altea, where did you just go?"

Malone shook his head. He knew that Altea had been looking forward to the army, and had no problem with Richard the Beard's distribution.

After all, Altea is safer to follow herself; what Malone cares about is that Altea, who has been with him just now, didn’t know when she disappeared and just ran back.

"No... I didn't go anywhere... Let's go and help everyone build a camp together! Then we will have dinner!"

When Altea heard Malone's question, she seemed a little flustered, and after stammering, she ran away towards the center of the camp.

"Strange, what happened to this girl?"

Malone muttered to himself, but of course he wouldn’t know that Altea disappeared from him for a while, precisely because she ran to grind hard with the bearded Richard, and exchanged this for the vigil with Malone. task.

A refugee team of less than 300 people does not need a large camp. The only three tents are placed in the middle of the camp. The wounded and the elderly are carried into the tents from the only two large vehicles. Of course, it also includes the young man who was bitten by a giant spider on his thigh.

Although the refugee team has two large carts, there are no animals that can be dragged, so they can only be dragged by manpower; this young man was also a member of the cart before he was injured.

With the faint light in the dusk of the twilight forest, the refugees comforted each other while queuing to lead their food. After a hard day's trek, they could finally have a good rest.

"Sir Lothar!"

The queue for food moved forward slowly, and finally it was Malone's turn; he just passed the wooden bowl in his hand and heard a surprise greeting.

"Vera? Is it you?"

Ma Long looked at the young woman in front of him and greeted with a smile.

When crossing the river today, Marlon helped the young mother named Vera to take her daughter Maria across the Irvine River, a cute and well-behaved little girl with blond hair.

"It's me, Sir Lothar, I..."

Vera looked a little excited, she took the bowl in Malone's hand and filled him with gruel.

"Have you seen? Vera is the best cook in the camp. Before the war broke out, she worked as a cook in the tavern on the dock."

Elro Eberlock seemed to know everyone in the camp.

"Well, we just met this afternoon... By the way, Vera, where's Maria?"

Malone took his food from Vera, and asked with concern.

"I am here!"

A tender voice of milk and milk came from under the wooden frame holding the cauldron. Ma Long looked down. The little Maria was standing next to Vera, clutching her mother's skirt tightly. The round eyes stared at him, and the pale blue pupils were like sapphires.

Maria feels very nervous now, because she sees the smelly uncle who likes to play tricks on herself again, so she clutches Vera's skirt tightly and intends to hide behind her mother after a slight accident .

But Malone didn't tease little Maria anymore, he just smiled politely at the little girl.

"Navira, do you work first, we still have something to discuss."

Malone nodded to Vera, and then left the team with Elro Eberlock and others.

"Sir Lothar, goodbye!"

Vera looked at Ma Long's back, saying goodbye to him, and she didn't know what she was thinking, until the next person who picked up the food coughed twice before she took the tableware in front of her in a panic.

"It's not okay for everyone to keep eating something like this... the body will collapse."

In Elro Eberlock’s camp, Richard the Beard spoke vaguely while swallowing the food in his bowl.

Because the refugee team is constantly moving and lacks relevant utensils, Vera and others can only choose porridge with minced meat or thick soup when cooking food.

Richard the Beard hasn’t eaten foods such as bread and scones for a long time; Vera’s craftsmanship is good, but he always eats liquid food and has to hurry. The refugees’ bodies will not be able to keep up.

"If you continue at this rate, we will be able to reach Nightlight Town soon. Once there, Vera and the others will definitely find ways to improve your food."

Elro Eberlock smiled and said to Richard the Beard that the two of them knew each other before the war broke out and they were old friends.

"When we arrive in Yese Town, there are many things waiting for us..."

Richard the Beard said with emotion that as long as the orcs are not eliminated, the safety of the refugees will not be guaranteed.

"Well, when you get there, Richard, you select some strong young people and give them to Sir Lothar. I believe that before long, Sir Lothar will be able to train them into qualified fighters. At that time, no matter what What is the danger, we at least have the power to fight."

Elro Eberlock nodded and said.