My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Elro Eberlock asked quickly-he was very fortunate to have Malone, otherwise he felt that sooner or later he would be mentally broken by these things.

"This is the only way from the east to Stormwind, whether it is for the orcs or... my uncle's army. When the orcs slaughtered this place and left, Uncle Anduin and his army were late. One step, I saw these corpses..."

Ma Long couldn't help but stop when he said that, even if he didn't experience it personally, he could still think of how heartache and grief the soldiers, including Anduin Lothar himself, would have when they saw the tragedy in Yese Town.

They would definitely think that if it arrives an hour earlier, even two quarters of an hour, it may still be too late to stop the orcs from raging.

Ma Long and the refugee team only saw the corpses that had decomposed a long time later, and they were all close to collapse; the soldiers, when they saw the residents who were supposed to live and work under their protection, turned into cold corpses, and they were not long ago. At that time, what kind of guilt and self-blame in their hearts?

——Ma Long couldn't imagine.

"but……"

Elro Eberlock did not understand why Anduin Lothar and his army were left behind by the orcs, but he felt that the scene described by Malone was still very realistic.

"But why don't they bury these residents?"

Malone asked with a wry smile.

"Yes, why..."

Although he didn't want to question his uncle in front of Malone, Elro Eberlock still didn't want to understand why Anduin Lothar just left a note and then let these residents go to the wilderness.

"Because they have to rush to save Stormwind City. I don't know how long the distance between Uncle Anduin's army and the orc army is, but he certainly didn't have time to stay in Nightlight Town... even though he saw these corpses. Uncle Anduin must be furious, but he must prevent the same thing from happening in Stormwind..."

Ma Long shook his head and said sadly.

"He did it...According to what you said before, Ma Long, although Stormwind City could not be retaken from the orcs, if Marshal Lothar hadn't arrived in time, we refugees near Stormwind would definitely not be able to escape there... The light is on, Marshal Lothar, he..."

Elro Eberlock finally understood what happened—though only in a general sense—but he couldn't help but shed tears.

Elro Eberlock did not know much about military affairs, and he did not want to comment on whether Anduin Lothar made fatal decision-making mistakes in this war.

But for him, he only needs to imagine when the old marshal, who is gray-haired and about to enter his old age, faces the remains of thousands of dead compatriots waiting for his burial, and the orc soldier in the distance. Under the front, waiting for him to save the tens of thousands of Storm City residents who may still be alive, and when he has to choose one of the two, how strong the sad mood should be.

Undoubtedly, everyone will choose to save Stormwind City-there is the royal capital, His Majesty the King and the Prince are there, and there are more residents there. Once the orcs break through the gates of Stormwind City that defends the emptiness, the casualties will be night. Several times the town.

Anduin Lothar chose this way, but no one can ignore the guilt he and the soldiers under his command feel towards the residents of Yese Town.

Failing to protect their lives under the axe and blade of the orcs is already negligent; facing their corpses, they can only pass by without being buried, which must make these fighters more embarrassed.

Anduin Lothar must be the same, but he eventually left the town of Nightlight, abandoning the corpses of the townspeople, to save his king and more Stormcities.

He did it—Elro Eberlock and his refugee team survived because of this, while Anduin Lothar himself could only fall into endless self-blame.

Because what he brought to the residents of Yese Town was not a safe line of defense, but just... a note.

Obviously Anduin? Lothar didn't know who would find these corpses after he left, and he was not sure whether he could repel the orcs and come back here to accomplish what he hadn't done before-bury these dead compatriots. .

So Anduin Lothar left his own handwriting, and he hoped that the next group of people who rushed here, whether people or not, allies of Stormwind, could bury these residents.

The refugee team of Malone and Elro Eberlock did it. Although they came a little later, they at least came—before the corpses were completely decomposed or swallowed up by the ant, rat, eagle, and crow.(To be continued.)

42

"Marshal Lothar... he made the right choice. We... I think even the residents here will understand Marshal Lothar in their souls."

Elro Eberlock took the handwritten script of Anduin Lothar from Altea who was already at a loss, folded it gently, and sent it to Malone.

"I know."

Ma Long replied softly, then took the sheepskin roll and stuffed it into the pocket pinned to his belt.

Ma Long couldn't help thinking, what would he do if he stayed in Anduin Lothar's position?

There is no doubt that Anduin Lothar made the right choice, and he barely lost much time—because in the end, he and his army rushed back before the orcs completely occupied Stormwind, and fought with the orcs. In the street fighting, while using the navy fleet to move away many citizens of Stormwind.

Ma Long felt that even if he finally made such a choice, he would definitely delay a lot of time—even he might make the wrong decision. He would rather delay a little while burying the residents of the night town—all that said. Not allowed.

The only certainty is that Malone knows that there is still a long way to go between himself and Anduin Lothar-this does not mean the difference in strength or fighting skills, but a kind of decision that only time can teach a man. And trade-offs.

"Let's go, let's eat, tomorrow... there is still a lot of work to do!"

Malone shook his head, drove all these thoughts out of his head, then stood up, smiled and said to Ayrro Eberlock and Altea.

"Hmm!...Malone, you...are you okay?"

Altea first nodded, and then asked carefully.

"It's okay... By the way, Altea, this is for you!"

Malone smiled and shook his head. He picked up the dagger used to nail the letter paper from the table and handed it to Altea.

"Give it to me? But... but I already have a dagger..."

Althea said blankly while taking the dagger without scabbard from Malone.

"So, from now on, you have two!"

Malone joked, then took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the room.

"But...but..."

Altea was holding the dagger and didn’t know how to carry it; it wasn’t until her father reminded Altea that she could put the dagger here first instead of holding it in her hands all the time—because it was about to become She and her father's home in Yese Town.

Ma Long walked out of the city hall. On the square opposite, the long tables and benches had been set up. Refugees gathered around the table and talked loudly, everyone with a smile on their faces.

——In this situation, just a not-so-rich dinner is enough to make these refugees who have drunk the gruel for two weeks ecstatic.

Night Town may be the only place in the Twilight Forest that can be seen by moonlight—most of the trees around here have been cut down, allowing the sky above to be exposed.

As if sitting in a well and watching the sky, Ma Long couldn't see the full moon, but the blue and white moonlight was like water, shining in the vibrant night town.

Around the small square, several wind lanterns were hung high on the eaves of the residential houses. The lights and moonlight were mixed together, bringing light to this small town that was full of silence not long ago.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Seeing his master coming out, Rubes, who was bored and trying to turn his head to lick the tip of his tail, gave up the task, shook his head and ran to Malone's side, arched his thigh with his body, and made a whimper.

"Let's go, eat...but, you don't have your share!"

After noticing that Altea and Elro Eberlock had walked out of the city hall behind him, Malone smiled and touched Rubes' head, muttering.

——It’s not that Ma Long’s cruelty to animals. Although the refugees have a little surplus of food, who knows how long they will stay here. If Rubes is asked to let go of his belly and eat meat, the stock in the warehouse is obviously not enough.

As for bread... Have you ever seen a wolf that eats wheat?It's better to ask them to eat grass!

"Sir Lothar, Papa Elro!"