My Frostmourne can't be so cute

They should be the guards of the night town. Although they only take care of the order of the town and drive away the beasts on weekdays, these militiamen, who have not been formally trained and have not been on the battlefield, did not give up their duties when the orcs came. .

The corpse of the orc lying on the ground with a spear pierced through its throat is proof-even though these guards are dead, they at least fought and succeeded in making the enemy pay the price.

Although this price is a bit disproportionate.

"The Holy Light is on..."

Elro Eberlock’s voice trembled, and tears of sorrow flowed from his eyes-the town of Nightlight no longer exists; the houses and streets are still intact, but the people who used to live here will fall forever Under the orc's axe blade.

Like a spreading plague, sad emotions spread among the refugees; the men clenched their fists, bit their teeth, and some even bit their lips with blood;

The women squatted on the ground with their faces covered and sobbed. Although these refugees had been living near Stormwind and had little contact with the residents of Yese Town, who could be indifferent to such a human tragedy?(To be continued.)

36

"Elro, everything is ready..."

Richard the Beard walked to Elro Eberlock's side and said softly.

"I see, Richard, then... let's start."

Elro Eberlock nodded and said.

Whether it was Richard the Beard or Elro Eberlock, their faces did not have the joy of reaching their destination, but some were just sad and mourning.

The number of dead residents in Yese Town has just been counted-far exceeding those they saw when they entered the town.

More than four thousand corpses were scattered on the streets, residential buildings, the square in the center of the town, and the jungles outside the town.

The entire refugee team, men, women, and children went together, and it took a full half a day to gather these corpses together.

Four thousand corpses, maybe a month ago, they were all alive and kicking, but now, most of the corpses are so decayed that you can’t see what they were before; even some corpses have decayed in half, which also makes Ma Long and others count The data becomes less accurate.

On a piece of grass between the town of Nightfall and the Irvine River, the corpses were piled up by refugees. The surrounding area and the corpses were chopped wood, and some were used to set the fire and were doused with vegetable oil. Hay.

The refugees did not have the energy and enough space to bury these corpses; in addition, most of the corpses had been swallowed by maggots, rats, and crows. In desperation, Elro Eberlock could only decide to put them all. Burned away.

All the refugees came to this clearing. Dozens of young people were holding torches, distributed around the huge pile of corpses, waiting for Elro Eberlock's orders.

Richard the Beard waved to the young people, indicating that they could start burning.

One ignition point after another was ignited, and the fire began to spread along the direction of the wood placement, and ignited the nearby weeds; the wind blowing from the twilight forest, the wind assisted the fire, one by one The corpse quickly burned again and again, making a crackling sound.

Soon, the flames gathered together and rushed to the sky, thick black smoke began to diffuse over the fire, bringing a pungent smell.

"Rest in peace, my fellow citizens! May the Holy Light accept your souls!"

Elro Eberlock opened his arms to the pulsating flame and shouted loudly; two lines of clear tears rolled down his no longer young cheeks.

——This is more than four thousand living lives!Those orcs, how dare they...

"Holy Light..."

"rest in peace……"

"Woohoo..."

...

The refugee team became a little chaotic. Some people prayed to the Holy Light like Elro Eberlock, praying that these compatriots could rest in peace, and prayed that they could survive; some people faced emotional breakdown and covered their faces and wept.

Malone stood in the front row of the crowd. To his left was Lubos the Wolf King, and to his right were the West Springs Garrison and Altea.

The young Sir Lothar and the traverser Ma Long quietly looked at the flames burning in front of him. He felt as if his body was about to be torn apart.

Ma Long has never seen a war, and his country on earth has always been a peaceful country; but now, he has not only witnessed the occurrence of war, but also witnessed the death of civilians, and even... he personally participated in the war and killed A few jackals were taken.

The part of the soul that belonged to Ma Long was trembling, and the fear of blood and death instinct made him have an urge to nause.

However, the very small part of the soul that belonged to Lothar stopped this cowardly behavior; the blood of Thoradin the Great boiled in Ma Long's body, it was an impulse to escape from anger.

Driven by this impulse, Ma Long came to the front of the crowd, turned around and looked at the refugees who were crying or mourning.

"Everyone, listen to me! Listen to me!"

Ma Long opened his hands and shouted.

The refugees, including Elro Eberlock, looked up at Malone in amazement. They didn't know what the young and brave noble wanted to tell them at such a time.

"Today, we have witnessed the deaths of thousands of compatriots. I also hope that this is not true, but... we just cremated them with our own hands."

Ma Long's gaze swept across the crowd and stared at the refugees one by one. He could see the panic in each other's eyes, because he was the same.

"What I say next may make you feel strange, but...in the past period of time, until just now, I thought a lot about this war, about us, about these compatriots who died, about... those You and I know the murderers who caused all of this--the dirty, cruel orcs."

Even if you count life on earth, this is the first time that Ma Long has given such a speech in front of so many people. He racked his brains to find a suitable explanation.

"We have all lost a lot in this war, the people we love, the people who love us, our property, our country, our king... those orcs descended from the sky and took everything in such a brutal way, and We can only flee in embarrassment, far away from our hometown, and wandering away, in this dark twilight forest, with the help of the houses left by these compatriots who died."

Malone’s words stunned the refugees-although he was telling the truth, everyone thought his words were a bit too drastic.

Except for the young men-they clenched their fists one after another, and from Ma Long's words, they heard a deep humiliation.

The soldiers of the West Springs Garrison were no exception. Paul even bit his lips and shed blood; the faint smell spread on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't notice it.

"But even so, the war is still not over; the orcs are celebrating victory in our homeland—the dilapidated homeland destroyed by them. Next, they will drive us to death and take away the last piece of land on which we depend. The last grain, the last house."

"I don't know how you think about this, but I... I know very well that I feel anger-not ordinary anger, but anger that drives me crazy!"

"We need revenge, revenge on the brutal orcs, for ourselves, for the innocent compatriots who died tragically, for the loved ones we have lost, and for those we cherish and who are still alive."

"I am a nobleman, a soldier... When the war broke out, I did not guard the walls of Stormwind City; but after the fall of Stormwind City, I chose to protect you and come here... About this , I have never regretted it."

Malone said a lot in one breath, and he had to stop and take a breath.(To be continued.)

37

Even when he paused to catch his breath, Ma Long did not forget to look at the expressions of the refugees; what made him feel relieved was that the expressions of the refugees had changed a lot from before—they looked at him expectantly. I am eager to hear more from my own mouth.

It is not only Malone who is motivating these refugees, but the attitude of the refugees also inspires Malone himself; he licked his dry lips and continued speaking, which he was not good at.

"My subordinates and I have to protect you. This is not only our duty, but also because, whether it is civilians, nobles or soldiers, we all need to live from now on."

"Our enemies are still staring at us, waiting to crush us in one fell swoop; they think killing and blood can make us succumb to defeat, but they are wrong."

"We will live, and live tenaciously, until that day, humans triumph, orcs... just like what they did to us today, blood will flow in rivers, corpses will be everywhere."

"The orcs will soon-maybe now-march to the north. They want to destroy our allies in the north and completely occupy the world."