My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Khadgar didn't know how to comfort Anduin? Lothar, he didn't even believe what he said now.

"Do you think it's possible? And besides Malone... I am even more worried about the people we discarded in the south! I have seen everything that happened in Yese Town, and now, now, Shinjin Town, Westfall, Lakeside Town... …More places are becoming the same as the night town, and we... didn’t even stay there to stop those brutal invaders..."

Having said this, Anduin Lothar went silent, his fists clenched, and the strong muscles wrapped in the golden plate armor swelled disproportionately, as if the endless anger in his heart was about to explode.

"We...Sir Lothar, this is Medivh's fault, not yours. We have done everything we can, but the orcs... are too powerful."

Khadgar was almost deafened by the sound of wind, waves, and Anduin Lothar's roar, but he did not block the buzzing ear pinna, instead he roared intermittently over the sound of wind and waves. Correcting Anduin Lothar's wrong statement.

Although they escaped from Stormwind City occupied by the orcs, the refugees have not yet set foot on a new land; even if they successfully reach the north, Anduin Lothar still needs to go out and deal with the kings there.

Khadgar did not think that the northern kings who had not been in contact with Stormwind for many years were willing to generously assist these refugees. If Anduin Lothar was knocked down by self-blame and guilt in this way, then even if one day humanity defeats the orcs, Stormwind The city will no longer exist.

"I should stay there, stay on that land. I, and Ryan, our ancestors worked hard and worked hard for more than a dozen generations to turn the wilderness into fertile soil. And I, As the marshal of Stormwind, he actually allowed those green-skinned pieces to wreak havoc on our land, killing our people...I..."

Anduin Lothar waved his fist fiercely, as if he hadn't heard Khadgar at all-his hearing was very good, but he didn't want to listen to the persuasive words of the other party.

The marshal of Stormwind slammed a punch on the side of the ship with heart, venting the anger in his heart, but the only remaining reason prevented him from doing such a behavior-Anduin Lothar knew that, smashed this The section ship's side is of no benefit to this ship.

"You can't stay there, Sir Lothar, it's common sense. Do you expect Prince Varian to go down and convince the stubborn and stingy kings of the North? Wake up, Lothar, stop complaining, Stormwind City is already In the past, now, all you have to do is to inform those people in the north. You and I know that the orcs will not stop here. If you don’t want humans to extinct the species, just leave your strength to stay with them. In battle!"

Khadgar was finally irritated by Anduin Lothar’s endless self-blame, he roared loudly, his wet and gray beard trembling against the sea breeze, seemingly because of the use of magic. Khadgar's voice was like a thunder, which exploded on the deck.

All the people on the boat were taken aback. They looked around blankly, feeling anxious-could it be that a storm is coming?

Anduin Lothar seemed to be shocked by Khadgar's anger. He looked at his comrade-in-arms and friend in surprise, as if it was the first time he saw the mage's anger.

But soon, Anduin Lothar was also awakened by Khadgar's anger, and the guilt and self-blame on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by an almost crazy persistence.

"You are right, Khadgar, we shouldn't have been knocked down by the past, sorry, it was my fault."

The marshal said word by word, even in the roaring wind and waves, Khadgar could hear Anduin Lothar's gritted steel teeth.

"I will go to meet the kings and persuade them to form an unprecedentedly powerful human army; we will rise up to resist and pull them from the summit of pride into the abyss of death when the orcs think they are triumphant. We will bury them. Every orc who stepped into this world, whether dead or alive; we will avenge those who died, and rebuild our homes. The new Stormwind City will be more majestic and strong, and no enemy can attack its gates again... ...I swear in the name of Lothar."

Anduin Lothar turned his face, did not look at the muscles on Khadgar's cheek that were trembling slightly with anger, and made a firm promise with a nearly full-bodied voice.

"And I, will always fight by your side, Sir Lothar, will never die."

Facing Anduin Lothar's oath, the angry expression on Khadgar's face gradually dissipated, replaced by a cheerful seriousness; he stretched out his somewhat thin hand to Anduin Lothar's In front of him, in the same tone, he said every word.

"I never die, Master."

Anduin Lothar took off the guard made of fine iron on his hand, and he used his wide palm to grip Card tightly.

At the same time, the burly marshal turned his head to look at the end of the fleet; further south that was covered by the endless sea, that was his homeland.

Countless green-skinned orcs are wreaking havoc on that land, Stormwind City, Westfall, Elwynn Forest and Redridge Foothills... Behind every Anduin Lothar's familiar name, there is a tragic and bloody massacre. Staged-he doesn't even need to imagine, to reproduce the cruel picture in his mind.

However, Anduin Lothar knew that he could only choose to leave, and only to discard these people who had chosen to follow his ancestors hundreds of thousands of years ago.

This is definitely not the end—Anduin Lothar warned himself—if the orcs think they can commit these sins without paying any price, they are grossly wrong.

One day, countless human armies will come back. They will cut every orc’s throat, cut off every orc’s head, and use death to pay tribute to those compatriots who died in the orc invasion—and themselves— Anduin Lothar knew that he would stand in the front row of the human army.

The veterans do not die, they will only return in blood!(To be continued.)

62

"Sir Lothar, are you sure you want to do this?"

Robin was standing by Malone's left hand, looking at him in surprise and asked.

"Yes!"

Ma Long was wearing loose linen underwear, a pair of cool sandals on the soles of his feet, and a smile on his face to answer Robin's question.

"But Chief Lothar... are you sure you want to do this?"

Paul stood by Malone's right hand, looked at him in surprise, and repeated Robin's question.

"Yes!"

Ma Long frowned and replied impatiently.

"But Chief Lothar..."

This time, Robin and Paul spoke together, repeating the question that had been asked twice before and Malone had already answered the question twice.

"Enough! Are you two singing the duo! I have said it several times, yes yes! That's right! Now, you immediately ask the messy recruits to stand up for me, free play Don't look, they are all there yelling about what!"

Malone is really hairy this time. He roared loudly. If it weren't for Robin and Paul's face in front of their militia department, Malone would really want to give them two a scorpion.

"But... can I ask one last question?"

After being yelled at by Malone, Paul closed his mouth and said nothing, but Robin still had a confused look on his face and continued to ask.

"You said, the last one... well, talk it!"

Ma Long was totally helpless with Robin's behavior, and could only say ill-tempered.

"What is a two-person turn?"

Robin asked seriously.

"That's... it's the double reed! Does the double reed understand? Still don't understand? I don't understand... if you don't understand, let me watch the show over there!"

Ma Long was stunned for a moment, and then found that he really couldn't explain the meaning of "Erren Zhuan" in lingua franca, so he drove Robin and Paul away from him with some irritation.

"Ma Long..."

A timid voice came from behind Malone, and Altea lowered her head and walked to him, muttering softly.

Ma Long turned around-the girl was wearing a light autumn outfit, the cuffs and ankles were tightly tied with a string, which looked particularly neat; at Altea’s joints, chest and abdomen, leather armor panels It was tightly bound by hemp rope, covering Altea's concavity/convex/yes/chiness.

"Altea, are you ready?"

Malone glanced at Altea's long hair that had grown to his back, and asked with a smile.

"No……"

The girl seemed to be extremely timid, she quickly raised her head and glanced at Ma Long, then dropped her head again and whispered.

"Why? Didn't we practice once last night? Show up a little confidence, Altea, you can do it!"

Malone choked at Altea's answer, but he quickly cheered up and said softly to encourage her.

"But...but..."