My Frostmourne can't be so cute

With a soft "clang", Malone easily blocked Altea's attack with the shield block in his hand-as expected, the power of the chopping from the shield was about zero.

"stop!"

Ma Long shouted, stopping the girl from trying to retract her weapon.

"what happened?"

Altea asked timidly, she didn't know what she had done wrong.

"Look, Altea, pay attention to our current posture. You know, when you cut at an enemy with a one-handed sword, their first reaction is to use a shield or weapon to block your attack, and when they do Few people can pay attention to the dagger in your hand."

Ma Long held the shield in his hand motionless, and kept explaining some of the most basic fighting skills to Altea. As a woman, Altea had her own advantages and disadvantages on the battlefield.

The disadvantage is naturally the strength of the body, and one of the advantages is that seeing that their opponent is a female, the enemy will more or less underestimate the enemy. The confidence in strength will make their body instinctively make it. Reaction, hope to shoot down the weapon in Altea's hand by blocking.

"Is that so? So what should I do?"

Altea was skeptical of Malone's words-of course she knew that the enemy on the battlefield would not stand motionless like Malone and let herself slash; but she still showed excellent learning qualities and asked Malone very well.

"Next, you can use your own dagger to attack the enemy. Throwing it in the enemy's face or attacking the enemy's ribs are all viable options."

Malone explained.

"No, I won't throw this dagger out, because this is a gift from Ma Long you gave me."

Altea seemed to focus on other places, she said stubbornly.

"This...well, then you have to become faster, so that you can hit their weakness before the enemy can react, understand?"

Altea's words were beyond Malone's expectations and made him feel a little embarrassed; however, looking at the determined expression on the girl's face, Malone could only say with a wry smile.

"Oh... but my arms are not long enough! I can't reach them!"

Altea nodded, and then said distressedly-the dagger is an extreme melee weapon after all, she found that she could not attack the inside of Ma Long-the small shield not only blocked her one-handed sword, but also Blocked Malone's own waist and abdomen.

"So you have to move! The enemy will not cooperate with your attack, and will always find ways to block or dodge; but Altea, your movements must be lighter, as long as you can maintain agility than your opponent and keep dodge the enemy. Attack, you will be able to defeat enemies stronger than you."

Malone took a step back, dropped the shield in his hand to the ground, and said to Altea seriously.

"Oh……"

Although I didn't hear it very clearly, Altea still felt that what Malone said was reasonable and nodded repeatedly.

"Then next, I will teach you some footwork in fighting, whether it is swordsmanship or dagger, or two-handed hammer and two-handed axe, the weapons in hand can be strange, but the footwork under your feet is always conceivable."

"Come, like this, separate your legs, yes... separate some more, then keep your left foot still, step forward with your right foot, and then quickly step back, just like this one after another, one after another... After you have mastered the movements of both feet, you can dodge most of the enemy's attacks."

Soon, Malone, who walked behind Altea, began to explain to Altea the fighting skills passed down by the Lothar family.(To be continued.)

60

Just when Elro Eberlock led some Stormwind refugees to regain the hope of life in the night town in the twilight forest, more Stormwind refugees could only meet in the crowded cabin and on the deck. Facing the violent wind and waves, helplessly prayed to the holy light for the invisible future.

In the boundless sea, a fleet of hundreds or even more large and small ships is rolling forward in the wind and waves.

The manic sea breeze rolled up huge waves, some even higher than the masts of the flagships of the fleet; these waves of more than ten meters threw the ships in the fleet up and down like a play, the sea overflowed the deck and poured back into the cabin. The exhausted refugees had to pick up the last bit of energy, drag their tired bodies, and wash out the sea water in the cabin with wooden barrels and tubs.

It has been two weeks since I left Stormwind. However, the scenes of strong green figures raging in the streets and lanes of Stormwind can still plunge these terrified refugees into a bloody nightmare on the night of the voyage.

If it weren’t for Anduin Lothar’s army arrived in Stormwind City in time, and while engaged in fierce street fighting with the orcs, while standing firm at the port of Stormwind, this was jointly established by the Wrynn family and the Lothar family. The powerful kingdom that has ruled the southern part of the continent for hundreds of years may have been completely erased from human history.

On the largest ship in the fleet--because of its huge hull, this ship seemed calmer in the wind and waves--the young Stormwind Prince Varian Wrynn stood on the bow, shaking in the wind and waves. , While trying to hold his head up, watching the tall figure standing in front of him.

The half-bald head was wet by the waves, and the gray beard clinging to the sides of the cheeks and the chin showed a kind of desolate vicissitudes; however, the wind-beaten but still shiny golden plate armor fluttered on the right shoulder The shoulders of the flying eagle, as well as the wet, but difficult to conceal the true color of the blue ribbon, all showed Anduin Lothar, the stormwind city marshal's fierce and majestic aura.

Now, the Marshal of Stormwind was standing on the bow, watching the endless sea and sky quietly in front of him. Despite the squally wind and huge waves rumbling in his ears, his rock-like body did not move a bit.

"Ms. Lothar... they... they killed my father..."

Varian Wrynn whispered, the flying water splashed on his dark brown hair, and then rolled from the wet hair tip onto his face, mixed with the tears flowing from his brown eyes. It dripped into his mouth-salty, astringent and bitter, just like Varian Wrynn's heart at this time.

The young prince always thought that he had grown up, but until the green-skinned, pointed-eared female half-orc named Garona cut off King Lion Wrynn—that is, his father—in front of him. When he was headed, he could only fall softly behind the curtain of the main hall of Stormwind Fortress, tearing down and begging his teacher to come back quickly.

This sounds shameful, but it is true—when his father was killed by an orc assassin, Varian Wrynn, the young man who was placed high in the hopes of the entire Stormwind City, acted like a coward.

Although Varian Wrynn's voice was submerged in the violent wind and waves, even he himself couldn't hear clearly, but Anduin Lothar heard the weakness of his disciple.

"Cheer up, Varian. Your father is watching you by the light, don't let him down."

Anduin Lothar turned his head and turned his back to the direction of the boat, letting the wind flow in his cloak, causing the soaked cloth to curl up behind him, and shouted to Varian Wrynn. Shouted.

"But, I..."

The young prince raised his head, looked at the elder who was respected by him, and thought of his father again. He couldn't help his nose sore, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

"Believe me, Varian, those green-skinned craps will pay ten times the price for what they did in Stormwind, and your father's blood feud... one day, we will personally let those craps roll out of us Now, Varian, you can go back to the cabin and have a good sleep. If the course does not deviate, we will be able to reach the coast in a short time. You are the only Wrynn family Heirs, don’t humiliate your ancestors in front of the kings of the north, go."

Anduin Lothar stopped Varian Wrynn's tears with a stern voice and drove him back to his cabin.

...

"You are too harsh on him, Sir Lothar, he is only a child, and he has just lost his father."

A tall man with broad shoulders did not know where he emerged from the deck and walked to Anduin Lothar's front.Compared with the Marshal of Stormwind, he is thin, white-haired, but has a firm gaze; the lavender tattered robe that covers his frail body is also splashed by the sea, but his body is standing straight. , Even in the strong wind, there is no trembling.

"He's not a kid anymore, Khadgar, he is the future king of Stormwind. Malone is not a few months older than him. Whether it is sorting confidential documents, training soldiers, or going to battle to kill the enemy, he can do it very well. Excellent. If Varian can be like Malone, maybe he can save Ryan when Garona does something like that..."

Anduin Lothar frowned, his tone relaxed a little, and said to the mage in front of him.

Khadgar from Dalaran, Anduin Lothar’s comrade-in-arms in Karazhan, they fought side by side and defeated Medivh, the fallen/fallen guardian who brought the orcs to this world. In the battle, they missed the opportunity to block the orc army outside Stormwind.

"Sir Lothar! Things have happened. Don't let your unrealistic expectations confuse your heart. We are all responsible for the death of King Ryan, and Garona..."

Khadgar yelled loudly, stopping Anduin Lothar's words, and then he fell into silence.

Garona, the half-orc, half-draenei woman... Khadgar once had a strange affection for her, but this faint feeling has disappeared after Garona assassinated King Ryan Wrynn. The smoke disappeared.

"Are you still worried about your nephew?"

After a while, Khadgar took the lead to break the deadlock between him and Anduin Lothar, and asked in a very low voice.(To be continued.)

61

"I can't help but, Khadgar... I swear to Feng Lun and Dianna that I will take care of their children, just as I vowed to protect Ryan, but..."

Even if he was as strong as Anduin Lothar, after losing his allegiance to the lord and his elder nephew, he was somewhat fragile.

"Your nephew... he wasn't in Stormwind City after all when it happened, maybe... he can escape the orc army."