My Frostmourne can't be so cute

After a while, the leader of the refugee team returned to normal; but after hesitating for a while, he put the folded papers on the table and pushed them in front of Ma Long.

"Daddy Elro, what's wrong?"

Ma Long felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and asked quickly.

"Sir Lothar, why don't you come to be the mayor!"

Elro Eberlock said sincerely.

If other people said this, Malone would definitely think that the other party was expressing dissatisfaction in disguise; but Elro Eberlock... During the period of contact, Malone believed that he belonged to the kind of person who was completely unselfish. Definitely will not do this.

"Papa Elro, what are you..."

But even so, Malone was taken aback. He didn't know how Elro Eberlock began to resign as mayor again.

"To be honest, Sir Lothar, although I have my own title, but I don’t have my own territory to govern a town... This is beyond my ability. I think Sir Lothar, you are very good at this, you Don't make it difficult for me, so I can spare more time to take care of the wounded."

Elro Eberlock explained.

Richard the Beard froze for a moment, but didn't say anything-although he said that Elro Eberlock was the most suitable mayor, but now it seems that Malone is more adapted to this role.

"That won't work, I still have to train those militias... the orcs don't know when they will come, and then I will bring the militias to fight with them. The two positions of mayor and garrison are better separated. "

Malone understood what Elro Eberlock meant, shook his head and said with a wry smile.

This is not a question of position, and Ma Long does not want to let the chores in the town divide his energy too much-after all, in such a severe situation, military power is the biggest factor that can guarantee the survival of the refugees.

"Okay, okay, you young people are too lazy to work, always trouble us old bones..."

Elro Eberlock scorned Malone and complained discontentedly.

"Where is it? Doesn't this mean that you are still young, Elro!"

Malone replied with a smile—he really felt that Elro Eberlock was a respectable person, just like his uncle Anduin Lothar.

"Then, without further ado, if Sir Lothar has no other suggestions, we shall act now."

Elro Eberlock is not the kind of hypocritical character. Seeing Malone insisted on not being the mayor, he had no choice but to continue.

...

"Then what shall we do next? Do you want to join the search team?"

After standing next to Malone, watching her father and Richard the beard leave, Altea asked enthusiastically.

"No... Compared to that, Altea, do you want to learn how to use a dagger?"

Malone shook his head, rejected Altea's suggestion, and then asked.

"miss you!"

Altea hurriedly replied-although she usually likes to pull out her daggers and dance, Marlon always laughs at her for having many loopholes, so Altea wants to learn some really useful fighting skills. She has been doing it for herself. I felt sad that it was not useful in the previous battle.

Of course it was not innate desire to fight or kill, Altea just wanted to help Malone a little bit.

"That's right, now I have time, let me teach you a few tricks!"

Malone said with a smile.

"Really? Malone, do you still use daggers?"

Altea asked curiously.

"Well, my uncle said that although my body is not suitable for fighting with daggers, I still have to understand some of the key points of wielding daggers so as not to be overwhelmed by enemies who use daggers."

Malone said as he took her dagger from Altea.

"When I learn, can you become as good as Ma Long?"

Altea blinked and asked.

"It depends on how you learn... No, it's not like that. You also remove the scabbard and fix it on the dagger. Otherwise, it's easy to hurt yourself."

Malone answered with a smile and warned Altea.

"Oh... then you may be disappointed, Ma Long, I am very stupid to learn...'

Altea took off her scabbard and gave it to Malone in a gloomy tone, then whispered.(To be continued.)

57

"Really? That's okay... I'll teach you a few more times. You are optimistic, first of all, the posture of holding the dagger, your usual way of holding it is wrong, to be like this..."

Ma Long was stunned for a moment, then comforted Altea a few words, then stood in the open space in front of the houses and began to demonstrate.

...

"I said it a long time ago, I'm stupid..."

Even at noon, the sunlight in the night town was not very strong; sitting at the table in the square, Altea was holding a piece of bread, wrinkled and complained to Vera.

"Really? I don't think so, it must be that Sir Lothar didn't teach you seriously."

Vera put Maria on her lap, smiled and comforted Altea. For this innocent girl, Vera still liked it very much. She was like Altea’s sister, and naturally wanted to replace her sister. speak.

"Ahem... It's true, um, my teacher is unqualified."

Malone replied awkwardly-in fact, Altea has performed very well as a beginner in fighting skills. Who can learn to use a weapon proficiently in a day?

"Okay, Altea, don't be dissatisfied...Look at Paul and the others, how tired they are."

Elro Eberlock smiled and said to his daughter.

The acting mayor of Yese Town was right. All the young people involved in fetching water for the refugees, including the Xiquan Garrison and those militiamen, were so tired that they were lying on the dining table. They were sweating profusely and kept on Gasping so hard that there is no way to eat immediately.

There is no such thing as “tap water” in the world of Azeroth. Every household uses water from wells or rivers in a large tank.

It is not an easy task to fill these water tanks. The more than one hundred young people have been busy for half a morning, and it was not until shortly before eating that they filled each large tank with water.

"I said long ago that this is one of the training plans of Chief Lothar!"

Although Paul was so tired that he was lying on the table and sticking his tongue out, he still spoke to Robin unconvinced.

"Well, I admit that what you said makes sense. This is indeed more exhausting than running a few laps around the West Spring Fortress."

Even Robin was almost exhausted and he began to agree with Paul.

And the instigator, Ma Long, who concocted such a tragedy because he was too lazy to fetch water for Vera himself, sat aside gleefully, enjoying the soft, fragrant bread with ease.