My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"It's on me."

Malone replied while sipping the meat porridge in the wooden bowl-I have to say that Vera's craftsmanship is really good.

After all, Ma Long is regarded as a disciple of Marshal Anduin Lothar. In addition to his excellent fighting skills, he is also very good at leading soldiers in battles. The reason Anduin Lothar sent him to the West Spring Fortress was to let him there. Practice how to train an army.

Malone really trained Paul and the others very well. In the previous battle with the orcs, no one except Malone suffered fatal injuries is a good proof. These West Springs garrisons have become one of the best troops in Stormwind.(To be continued.)

twenty four

As long as you give yourself time, use the memory of Marlon Lothar and the basic military knowledge he has brought from modern times, Ma Long believes that he can train a qualified militia team.

Thinking of this, Ma Long couldn't help but look at Altea who was sitting aside—I heard that this stupid girl was going to be the leader of this militia team?Does she have to follow along to train?Will she cry because she can't hold on?

If it’s the usual Altea, even while eating, she can’t help but sneak a glance at Ma Long’s side face; if Ma Long turns around to look at her, this black-haired girl will lower her head blushing. Cover your little "daring".

But today, Altea seemed a little strange. After she entered the camp, she didn't say a word, but silently ate her own dinner; when Ma Long looked back to see her, she was stared fiercely.

What am I doing wrong again?

——Malone thought suspiciously, but until he had finished supper and said goodbye to Elro Eberlock, when he came to the east side of the camp to watch the night according to his previous assignment, he still did not understand.

The refugee camp was built on the banks of the Irvine River on the side of the Twilight Forest. The camp was covered with short weeds; Ma Long sat down on the grass, then turned his head and looked at Altai, who was silently following him. Ya.

"Altea, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Malone decided to ask to understand.

"No!"

Altea sat down beside Malone with her knees, and said angrily.

"Then you... are you angry with me?"

It was still early, and the vigil had not yet entered, and Malone was chatting with Altea in a tentative mood.

Of course, without saying anything, I want to look away from Altea’s two slender legs/legs, and the secret/density/flower/garden that is slightly contoured under the tight leather armor. It's really difficult.

"Of course angry!"

Altea didn't notice Malone's awkward gaze, and still lost her temper with cheeks.

"But... why?"

Malone asked suspiciously—did Altea discovered that she sometimes secretly looked at her body?

Thinking of this, Ma Long was inevitably embarrassed, but...

Everyone has the heart of beauty!

——Ma Long defended himself shamelessly in his heart.

"Sister Vera and you! What's the matter with you!"

Altea heard Malone asking herself, she couldn't help but gently bit her pink lower lip with her white teeth, hesitated and asked again and again in a low voice.

"Vera? What happened to her?"

Ma Long asked suspiciously.

"I mean...you two...how did you two suddenly become so familiar?"

Altea bit her lip and asked unwillingly.

Of course Altea had known Vera a long time ago, earlier than Malone. After all, when the refugee team slowly gathered, Malone and the Xiquan garrison had not joined.

Altea’s previous impression of Vera was just a poor woman who lost her husband in the war. Of course, Altea had to admit that Vera’s long dark golden hair and light blue eyes made herself somewhat Some envy.

In addition, Altea also liked Vera's daughter Maria very much, and every time he saw that cute little girl, Altea had to pinch her pink face.

But Sister Vera... how did she suddenly become so familiar with Malone?This afternoon...what happened?

——Altea stared at Malone closely, for fear of hearing the answer she didn't want to accept from him.

"It's like this. When I was crossing the river today, I was holding Maria across the river, so I met Vera...what's wrong?"

Malone explained how he met Vera, and then asked suspiciously.

"Just like this?"

Altea sighed in relief, and then asked again as if a little worried.

"Of course, I still played with Maria for a while, but she doesn't seem to like me to tease her..."

Malone remembered how cute Maria was when she covered her forehead to protest to herself, and couldn't help but smile.

"Maria is of course very cute, what I want to say is..."

Altea murmured.

"what?"

Malone did not understand the last few words that Altea said.

"No...nothing, Ma Long, when shall we start watching the night?"

Altea blushed, and quickly changed the subject.

"Whenever... let's start now, it's getting darker here."

Although Malone thought that Altea looked strange now, he still answered her question.

"Oh, oh! So am I in the middle of the night or the second half of the night?"

Altea heard Ma Long said that the night's vigil had started now, and suddenly became serious, and asked quickly.

"You... or Altea, go back, I should be able to do it alone; you haven't done something like night watch... it's hard to stick to it."

Malone is more worried about Altea’s mental state. As a young girl, after running with the refugee team for a day, she was very tired at first and was startled by the big spider. Malone hoped that Altea would go to rest soon, like this Day, at least a few days before arriving in Yese Town.

"I don't! This is my task! You just have to tell me whether I am in the first half of the night or the second half of the night!"

Of course Altea would not listen to Malone, she said with a pouting mouth.

"Okay...then you are in the middle of the night."

Ma Long said helplessly to Altea.

According to common sense, people in the middle of the night should work harder; but Ma Long has his own ideas.