My Frostmourne can't be so cute

It turned out that Paul and the other militiamen thought that Nice had just lost the contest deliberately-after all, no one really believed that Altea could win the final victory.

Poor Nice may be really upright, and he finally failed to understand what his companions had misunderstood; however, he was still squeezed out of his salary for the first two months after the "promotion" without a word-- His teammates forced him to use his promotion salary to invite everyone to drink after the victory of the war.

Three months of training did not change these militias too much, but at least helped them build confidence-no one is willing to accept that their past and future efforts are in vain. These militias who firmly believe that mankind will eventually win have become Malone's most staunch supporter.

...

"Sister Altea, why are you hugging Malone?"

Altea, who was lying in Ma Long's arms, feeling the sudden sweetness of love, suddenly heard a tender voice.

"Mar... Maria?"

Altea slammed up from Malone's arms, took two steps back, looked at the little girl who was staring at her curiously in front of her, and exclaimed.

"Why? Mom said that girls can only hug people they like... Sister Altea, do you like Malone? But why do you want to eat his lips?"

Maria stood next to Rubes, leaning on the giant wolf, stroking Rubes' soft silver hair, and asked curiously.

"I... I... Marlon..."

Altea looked a little flustered under Maria’s innocent and innocent interrogation. She touched her long hair and her hot red face, and finally folded her hands on her lower abdomen. , Lowered his head shyly.

The little girl who didn't get an answer felt that she had been left out and pouted a little bit unhappily; however, when she was still asking questions, Vera who had come over was hugged.

"Congratulations, Altea; and you, Malone! Treat her well!"

Vera smiled and said to the couple who looked embarrassed in front of her daughter.

"I will, Vera."

Ma Long nodded seriously-for the past three months, he has been living next door to Vera and Maria’s mother and daughter. Vera is taking care of the housework in his room, facing this hardworking and kind young woman. , Ma Long has regarded her as a respectable sister.

Altea raised her red cheeks, trying to say something in a low voice, but was disturbed by a loud noise.

"Sir Lothar! Sir Lothar! Has anyone seen Chief Lothar?"

A militiaman in Yese Town hurriedly ran from the crowd and asked loudly. Soon after the refugees informed him, the militiaman found Ma Long who was surrounded by the crowd.

"Tart? What's wrong? What happened?"

Seeing the militia rushing towards him, Ma Long's expression became serious-he recognized the identity of this militia, and he was one of the sentries in charge of patrolling the northern outskirts of Yese Town today.

Realizing that there was an emergency, Ma Long asked eagerly without waiting for the militiaman to stand down to take a breath.

"From the north...a group of people came from the north. Captain Harry asked me to come back and report..."

Tarter replied in an embarrassed manner, hunched over his waist with his hands on his knees.

"North? Did you see it with your own eyes? It's definitely...people, not something else? How many?"

After discovering the situation here, Robin and Paul and other soldiers of the West Springs garrison, after ordering the militiamen to stand by in place, also surrounded this side.

Robin asked quickly when he heard Tarter's words.

"It's people. I saw them with my own eyes. They are not far from the town. It seems...the same as before, they are all escaped people. They look like hundreds of people, but I'm not sure..."

Tarter froze for a moment, then quickly answered Robin's question.

"What happened?"

Elro Eberlock and Richard the Beard rushed over a step slower than Paul and the others. Seeing that everyone present looked a little serious, they asked quickly.(To be continued.)

67

"There are refugees coming from the north... Papa Ellow, Uncle Richard, you quickly tell everyone to go back to the house; Robin, you guard the town with the militiamen, pay attention to whether there is danger in other directions; Paul, you Bring a few brothers from the West Spring Fortress with me. Hurry up!"

Malone returned to Elro Eberlock's words, and then quickly arranged the countermeasures.

"North? Refugee? Okay, I see."

Elro Eberlock recovered from the initial consternation, he nodded and told Malone not to worry.

Robin and Paul both reacted very quickly. The former immediately ran to the militia team that did not know what had happened, while the latter stayed with several West Springs garrisons.

"Where? Lead the way!"

Malone commanded Tarter with concise sentences.

"I... I want to go too!"

Altea listened for a long time, then suddenly shouted.

"You...well, Altea, you are behind us, be careful!"

Malone hesitated, then nodded, and urged Tarter to leave immediately.

Under the leadership of Tarter, Ma Long led several soldiers of the West Springs Garrison, as well as Altea, trotting to the east of Yese Town.

Lubos, the silver-white wolf king, walked away from Maria and Vera, shook his silver-white hair, and then jumped forward suddenly, turning into a white shadow, and chasing after Malong.

...

Although Anduin Lothar took most of the troops and residents of Stormwind to Lordaeron by boat and threw a large area of ​​land to the orcs.

But Ma Long always believed that there are still many people in Stormwind forgotten in this land.In the past three months, Yese Town has not been able to send out scouts to confirm the living conditions of the refugees in Stormwind in other areas.

Elro Eberlock is always worried about the conditions of the people in other areas-Lakeside Town, Flash Gold Town, various farms in the Wild West...

The refugees hiding in the Twilight Forest were not harassed by the orcs, but other areas did not have such a good hiding environment.

However, Ma Long and the others can't please act rashly—nearly a hundred militiamen’s training has yielded initial results, and they cannot go to the battlefield. Once the grass starts to scare the snakes, it attracts the attention of the orcs, and Ma Long does not have the confidence to protect the night town when the orc army arrives. Residents in.

And once the worst happens, the refugees can only give up the shelter they have finally found, and resume the dangerous and bumpy life of fleeing.

This is something that no one in Yese Town wants to see, so they can only endure it in Yese Town until the day they have accumulated enough strength to take the first step towards the outside world.

But now the situation has changed. According to the sentinel just now, other refugees have come near the town of Yese.

This news surprised and excited Ma Long. He was very happy to see other people surviving in the orc occupied area; however, Ma Long kept forcing himself to calm down.

Considering the safety of the refugees, Ma Long couldn’t lay down all his precautions and swaggered to welcome those compatriots from the north into the night town, and served them deliciously-he must personally confirm that behind this refugee team from the north , There is no orc army to follow.

"That's it, Chief Lothar."

Tart tried to move forward, panting and turning his head back to Malone and said to Malone-the running back and forth made his body feel particularly tired, but three months of training made him clenched his teeth and persisted- It was a wave of hope supporting him.

After winding through the winding road in the forest, Ma Long was taken aback for a moment, and then his face sank, speeding up his pace.