My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"I'm here. Vera, is there anything you want to do with me?"

Malone rushed up from behind Altea, walked to Vera and said.

"Ma Long!"

Maria yelled out—the little girl had a bit of breakfast, she didn't want to move by her mother, and she didn't even ran to play with Rubes who was squatting aside.

"Maria, how can you call Sir Lothar that way?"

Vera intends to stop her daughter's rude behavior.

"It's okay, I've agreed with Maria, let her yell like that."

When Ma Long saw that Maria was about to be scolded, he quickly helped the little girl out of the siege.

"Ma Long, Uncle Richard is calling me over there, I'll go there first!"

Altea stood beside Malone, and suddenly saw Richard the Beard beckoning to her from a distance, so she said to Malone.

"Okay, I see...but don't be late for training for a while!"

Malone replied with a smile.

"I won't be late!"

Altea murmured dissatisfiedly, and then ran to Richard the Beard.

"Okay, Vera, what can you do with me?"

After Altea left, Malone asked.

"Altea...what happened just now? I think she was crying..."

Vera asked in a low voice-if she changed someone, Vera might think he was bullying Altea; but she didn't think Malone would be such a person, so she asked.

"When Papa Elro was speaking, he mentioned Altea's mother. She... passed away very early, so..."

Malone also replied in a low voice.

"So it's like this..."

Vera nodded, feeling a little sad-I didn't expect a lively girl like Altea to have such a sad experience.

"What else? Are you looking for me only for Altea?"

Malone asked again.

"Yes...no...well... I want to ask Sir Lothar... those clothes... if they fit."

Vera blushed, lowered her head and said in a low voice.

"Clothes? Oh, okay, just..."

Ma Long replied quickly, but stopped halfway through the conversation.

"Just what?"

Vera raised her head and asked suspiciously.

"Um... it's okay, forget it. Anyway, thank you Vera."

Ma Long shook his head, and his face was a little dazed-he was always embarrassed to say to Vera that the underwear/pants she found in the residential house were a little tight when she put it on, right?

"That's right...then I have nothing else to do, Sir Lothar, please, at night... When you go back in the evening, you can change your clothes and give them to me. I will wash them for you."

Vera saw Ma Long's appearance, although she felt strange, but didn't say much, just ordered like this.

"Ah? How ashamed..."

Ma Long quickly declined.

"It's okay. I've long been used to doing housework... then see you tonight, Sir Lothar!"

Vera said with a smile, and after asking her daughter to say goodbye to Malone, she turned and left with Maria.

Looking at the backs of the children and mother and daughter, Ma Long was stunned for a while, and then took Rubes, who ran to him to have fun, and walked towards the strong men who had assembled in the middle of the town.

...

"Sir Lothar, there are ninety people in all, they are all here."

Seeing Ma Long approaching, Robin hurriedly greeted him and said.

"Hmm... what do you think of these people?"

Malone nodded, then asked.

"How? It's hard to say... Now it looks the same as when Paul and I were at the beginning, but no one knows what the end result will be before we walk around the battlefield."

Robin understood what Malone meant, shook his head and said-training an army is easy, but it is not easy to train an army that can fight the orcs head-on.(To be continued.)

54

"Don't be discouraged, even under my uncle's hands, not all armies can be pulled out to confront the orcs... About this, Robin and Paul, you should feel proud."

Malone said with a smile.

Orcs’ bodies are much stronger than humans, which gives them a great advantage in hand-to-hand combat; even under Anduin Lothar, there are only the most elite Brotherhood of Iron Horses and those belonging to the Wrynn family The Royal Knights can contend head-on with the orc army.

As for the local garrison troops and those militias, in front of the orc army, they can't hold on for a quarter of an hour and they will be torn apart.

"That's true."

There was a smile on Robin's face, and he said proudly-it is no wonder that Robin, who has always been calm, would be like this, like the West Springs Garrison, when fighting an equal number of orc troops, he would wipe out his opponents and put them in any Stormwind City. In the army, there are all achievements worth boasting about.

"Okay, then let's start with the division. You, Paul, and other brethren are responsible for dividing these militias into small teams, and just pick some big ones to be the captains."

Malone patted Robin on the shoulder and ordered.

"Yes!"

Although Malone was speaking to Robin, it was Paul who responded first; he made a military salute with an exaggerated gesture, and then ran in front of the militiamen.

It is not a troublesome thing to group ninety strong men into groups. Soon the soldiers of the Xiquan Garrison divided these future militias into groups of five, and selected them in the simplest and rude way according to Ma Long’s instructions. The captain of each team.

"Well, from now on, you are a member of the militia of the night town. I know you have never been on the battlefield before, but don’t worry, a few years ago, I was no different from you now; but you I have seen it. When the orcs came that day, I, Paul, Robin, and the soldiers of the West Springs Garrison, those orcs were not our opponents at all... Do you want to know why?"

Ma Long stood in front of the divided militia and yelled loudly-of course, his words were not entirely correct. For example, as the commander of the Xiquan garrison, he was almost hacked to death by the orcs.