My Frostmourne can't be so cute

A soft sound attracted the attention of Malone and Robin. In front of them, a young girl with short black hair was biting her lips and squatting on the ground. She struggled to raise the shield in her hand, but with a sword in one hand. Fell to the side.

"Sir Lothar..."

Robin looked at Malone on one side and said hesitantly.

"I know, leave it to me."

Malone nodded, and walked towards Altea and her training opponent.

"Sorry, I... I didn't mean to..."

The young man who served as Altea's training opponent lowered the sword and shield in his hand a little awkwardly, and stammered.

For him, being chosen to play against a woman has already made him a little embarrassed. Although Altea is quicker, she is not the kind of natural strong man. Within a few rounds, her weapon was knocked off. On the ground.

"What's your name?"

Just when the militiaman was at a loss, a young voice came from behind him.

"Lo...Sir Lothar? My name is Nice, and I..."

When Altea’s opponent saw Malone, he quickly replied.

"Nice...well, you don't need to be nervous, you didn't do anything wrong...but...you go to Paul and ask him to arrange another opponent for you, leave it to me here."

Ma Long patted the militiaman on the shoulder and said-even though the opponent's age may be older than his body.

"I see, Sir Lothar!"

Nis hurriedly nodded and agreed, and then took his weapon and shield, trotting away from Malone and Altea.

"I said it a long time ago, you are not suitable to join the training, you don't believe it, now it's better...Come, let me see, is it hurt?"

After Nice left, Malone smiled bitterly, while taking her shield from Altea who was still squatting on the ground, and threw it aside, helping her up.

Altea wanted to join the militia, but being an improper commander was second. She really wanted to help Ma Long on the battlefield.

Therefore, even though Malone disagreed, Altea insisted on joining the training of the militia and insisted on conducting confrontation drills with other militias.

However, things backfired. For Altea now, even though her training opponent was only a recruit, the power of men far exceeded that of women, and Altea was quickly shot down by her weapon.

"pain!"

Altea, who was supported by Ma Long, rarely revealed the weakness of her little daughter, tears in her eye sockets, and aggrievedly put her wrist in front of Ma Long.

Ma Long looked intently, and under the cuffs of the light gray shirt, Altea's originally white right wrist had begun to have a small redness and swelling, which was obviously caused by the impact of the weapon.

"Let me see..."

Malone took Altea's hand and rubbed it gently on her wrist.

Altea's face was a little red, and her hand shook slightly, as if she wanted to pull it back from Ma Long's palm; however, for some reason, the girl gave up such an effort, she silently watched Ma Long concentrate Gradually forgetting the pain from the wrist, his face showed a shy and sweet smile.(To be continued.)

59

"Is it better?"

After a while, Ma Long asked softly.

"Ok!"

Altea lowered her head, nodded, and responded softly.

Maybe it was because it was just a slight frustration, or it was because the deer's moody mood affected the nerve's reflection on the pain, Altea really felt that her wrist was not so painful.

"That's good……"

Malone quickly let go of Altea's hand-he had long felt that in the open space where the militiamen were catching and training, he and Altea was a bit too disagreeable.

"Ma Long, you say...Is there no way I can go to the battlefield like you?"

Altea asked sadly.

The girl who had never had military experience thought it was easy to fight a war. She always wanted to show those men that although she was a girl, she would not be worse than them in terms of bravery.

But now, after only a few rounds of training, Altea realized that compared with other militiamen, her body was lacking a lot from nature. Let alone the commander of this militia team, she just wanted to become an ordinary The militiamen of the United States also have more than enough energy but are insufficient.

"That's not the case... It's just that you are really not suitable for training with them."

Malone said with a smile.

"really?"

Seeing Ma Long's smile, Altea raised a little hope in her heart, and quickly asked.

"Well, didn't I teach Altea how to use a dagger this morning? I think that fighting style is more suitable for you."

While saying this, Malone bent down, picked up the one-handed sword that had just been thrown away by Altea from the ground, turned the hilt, and handed it to Altea.

"I know, I will definitely train hard!"

Altea felt that she was greatly encouraged, and she suddenly had confidence again, clenching her small fist and said firmly.

"No, you don't need this shield. Pull out the dagger, Altea."

Seeing that Altea wanted to pick up the shield that was thrown on the ground, Ma Long quickly stopped her and said.

"dagger?"

Altea was at a loss, but according to Malone's instructions, she pulled out her dagger from the sheath around her waist and buckled it in her left hand-this was the posture that Malone had just taught Altea this morning.

"Yes, that's it."

Ma Long nodded, knowing that what girls need most is his encouragement.

Altea’s strength is undoubtedly much smaller than those of the men. Although the one-handed sword and shield is one of the common weapons of Stormwind infantry, for Altea, the lightness of the one-handed sword is acceptable, and the heavy shield is completely beyond. The category of free use.

So Malone decided to let Altea give up the one-handed sword and shield fighting method-anyway, with her strength, the shield could not be swung freely in her hand, and the defense power was limited, so it was better to pursue more agile movements.

Malone picked up Altea's shield from the ground, grabbed the inner handle of the shield with his left hand, and held the shield in front of his body.

"You try to attack me, Altea."

Ma Long shouted to the girl.

"Oh!"

Altea nodded, then waved the one-handed sword in her right hand and slashed at Malone.