My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"But they won't do what they want. In any case, we have more than them, and we want to cross the narrow sea... No, the group of orcs are stupid and big, they don't know how to build ships."

Ma Long's words made some refugees laugh out loud-they had seen those green-skinned orcs, as Ma Long said, they are strong and fit the term "silly big guy".

"This group of invaders are destined to be defeated in the north, and when they flee in embarrassment and return here...we, these rebels who have been ignored and forgotten by them, will give them a fatal blow."

"For this, I, and Elro Papa, we need a group of fighters-fighters who can really walk on the battlefield, for our kingdom, for our relatives, and for our compatriots."

"I know you probably haven't touched a spear or a two-handed sword before the war broke out... But it doesn't matter, I will train you, just like my uncle, Marshal Anduin Lothar, trained me."

"One day, you will become outstanding fighters. At that time...they, and more compatriots who died, these hatred forged with blood will be ended by our own hands!"

Ma Long shook his fist vigorously. Because of his excitement, his saliva spattered in the air; however, no one would care about such details, because they were already as passionate as Ma Long.

"revenge!"

Paul clenched the spear in his hand and waved his arm fiercely, echoing Malone's words loudly.

"revenge!"

Robin and the other soldiers of the West Springs Garrison also shouted loudly. They respected their chief from the bottom of their hearts and vowed in their hearts that they would be his strong backing.

"Vengeance! Revenge!"

Those young men—no, even some old refugees began to cry out—even though they were long past the age of being on the battlefield and panting for even a few steps, but the blood and fighting spirit of a man, and His age is irrelevant.

Even women-women are no exception.

You see, the one who clapped and jumped and cheered, isn't it Altea who often clings to Ma Long and dreams of becoming the militia commander in the refugee team?

"We need an army... Does anyone want to sign up?"

Richard the Beard rolled up his sleeves, grinned, and walked to the refugee team and shouted.

"I!"

"Count me in!"

"Don't squeeze, let me pass!"

...

The refugee team of less than three hundred people suddenly boiled, and young men rushed towards Richard the Bearded. At this moment, no one was willing to be a coward.

——Whether it is a soldier or a peasant, when the orcs strike, there will be no difference, right?In that case, why not take up arms and fight for your own destiny?

"I never knew that you are still a speaker."

Elro Eberlock walked in front of Malone, stood side by side with him, looked at the young people enthusiastically signing up for the militia, and said with a smile.

"Fuck, fluke... I was so nervous that I almost fainted..."

Malone said with a wry smile.

"Haha..."

Elro Eberlock let out a chuckle and shook his head, not saying anything.

During the cremation of the residents of the night town-no, even earlier-even from the count of the bodies in the night town, Elro Eberlock felt that a desperate mood enveloped the entire refugee team.

In the past two weeks, the refugees have been busy moving forward; the tense and tiring escape journey has left them no time to think about their situation.

And when I arrived in Yese Town, when my tense mood eased, I saw the piles of corpses, reminded of those lost relatives, and my own future without a future, who else can retain that slender hope What?

Even the Holy Light can only accept the dead souls in vain, but is powerless to bring the gospel to the living.

At the moment when the flames of burning the corpse rose, even Elro Eberlock himself lost confidence in the future-could it be that from now on, they will be in panic in this dark jungle? The rest of my life?

However, Ma Long’s speech inspired everyone to re-understand the meaning of life-yes, they want to live; only if they survive, can they see the fiasco of the orcs and be able to reunite with their relatives who may survive. Only then can he shoot the arrow of revenge against those brutal invaders.

Elro Eberlock looked at Malone next to him, and he seemed to see a unique temperament in this young man-the temperament of a leader.

This thought surprised Elro Eberlock a bit-because Malone was just a small garrison officer, from the perspective of the title, there was not even Elro Eberlock that was noble among priests.

But soon, Elro Eberlock began to blame himself for his short-sightedness-Sir Lothar was not a small person, his uncle was the famous Anduin Lothar, the marshal of Stormwind.

If you look forward to family history...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Elro Eberlock's mouth—I'm such an idiot. Why should I be surprised by such a small thing?

This young Sir Lothar is the blood of Emperor Thoradin!

Behind Malone and Elro Eberlock, the flames on the huge burning corpse slowly began to extinguish; most of the carrion was burned completely, leaving thick ashes and a small amount Scorched bones.(To be continued.)

38

The water of the Irvine River is still flowing slowly, as it has always been for thousands of years; no one knows that at this moment, the history of mankind, and even the history of Azeroth, has entered a new era.

Taking this era as the starting point, the last bloodline of Thoradin the Great laid the foundation for the rise of an empire in this open space at the junction of forests and rivers.

...

Of course, there is no way for Ma Long to know all this. After finishing that passionate speech, he followed the refugee team to the night town and started... the cleanup.

Yes, you are not mistaken, it is the general cleaning.

The ravages of the orcs have made this decent town messy; although the dead bodies have been disposed of, there are blood stains left on the streets, as well as broken door panels, wall tiles and other debris that can be seen everywhere in the town. All need to be cleaned up.

Moreover, when the refugees came to Yese Town, the first priority was to find a house and settle down. Around the central square of Yese Town, near the city hall, Malone and Elro Eberlock selected a group of well-preserved ones. The houses are for refugees to live in, and these houses also need to be cleaned up.

"Ma Long! My father said, I will live with him in the city hall from now on, and the wounded have moved in ahead of time!"

Altea hurried to Ma Long's side and reported to him about his placement.

The eyes of Altea looking at Malone are full of admiration. In the heart of the girl, Malone’s speech just now is really wonderful!

"Really? That's great..."

Ma Long was standing at the door of a residential building to help the refugees who settled here clean up the debris at the door. When he saw Altea, he stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied with a smile.

As for Lubos... after all, it is a wolf. There is no way to help Ma Long share anything. It can only run around his body, stopping from time to time, arching Ma Long's body for joy.

"Um... what about you, Ma Long? Where do you live?"

Altea blinked and asked quietly.

"I haven't decided yet... but I should live with Paul and Robin, right?"

Malone said with a smile.