My Frostmourne can't be so cute

In Malone's vision, the situation is much more serious than Tarter said before.

Four militiamen from Yese Town were fully armed and blocked the small road. Opposite them were a group of men, women and children with ragged clothes and thin faces.

"You can't go there! Wait here for a while!"

Harry, the leader of the militia squad, is a soldier of the West Springs Garrison. He presses the hilt of his one-handed sword on his waist, and his burly body wearing a standard plate armor looks very tall in front of the refugees; he is matched with his magnificent. Voice, the refugees flinched back in fear.

Of course some people are not convinced.

"Let us pass! Where are you from your army? Where did you go when the orcs attacked our town? What are you doing here now? Let us pass! We need to eat! There are still many sick people here!"

Some young refugees yelled loudly. However, although their number was much larger than that of this militia squad, no one dared to step forward to cause trouble when seeing the dazzling weapons in the hands of the militia. At most, it was just a few words.

"Paul, you go back and bring half of the militia, as well as Papa Elro and those pastor apprentices. Come on!"

Ma Long saw this situation from a distance, he stood up, turned back and ordered Paul.

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

At the critical moment, Paul knew that there was no more nonsense. He gave a standard military salute, then turned around and ran back the same way at the fastest speed.

After Malone gave this order, he straightened his shirt that had been washed clean by Vera, and strode towards his subordinates.

"Harry, what's the matter? Who are these people?"

Malone soon came behind Harry and asked loudly.

"Sir Lothar! These people claim to have come from Redridge Mountain, but I don't know whether they are true or not, so I temporarily stopped them here."

Harry heard Malone's voice, but he didn't let his guard down, but replied succinctly.

The refugees saw more heavily armed soldiers coming behind Harry, and their faces showed panic; they shrank back, and even the young people who had just yelled the most fiercely closed obediently. Mouth.

"Don't be so nervous, Harry, they are our compatriots. Never aim your weapons at these civilians, especially when they don't want to hurt them."

Ma Long patted Harry on the shoulder, soothing his emotions-the townspeople of Nightlight Town, including these soldiers, have been isolated from the outside world for a long time; in this place where the orcs are rampant, even humans cannot. Believe easily.

"My name is Marlon Lothar, Anduin Lothar's nephew, the garrison officer of West Spring Fortress. Who of you is the leader? We need to talk."

After Malone calmed down Harry, who was a little nervous, while gesturing at the soldiers of the West Springs Garrison from behind, beckoning them to guard the path behind him, he shouted to the cowering refugees.(To be continued.)

68

After listening to Ma Long's words, the refugees began to whisper; their gazes all looked at a strong middle-aged man in the front row of the queue.

However, the middle-aged man seemed to be injured. A bandage made of torn cloth was wrapped around his shoulder, and red blood was faintly visible under the bandage.

"Marshal Lothar? Are you the nephew of Marshal Lothar?"

The middle-aged man walked up to Malone with the support of the two young men, looked at him suspiciously, and asked him after a long time.

His voice was ugly, hoarse as an old crow-either he was born like this, or his injury was too serious, and the inflammation had spread to his throat.

"Yes, you can call me Sir Lothar. So, are you the leader of these people?"

Ma Long nodded and replied.

"I am not a leader... If you have to say anything, everyone trusts me. I am the son of the defender of Lakeside Town, and my name is De Jong. Sir Lothar, if you are Marshal Lothar’s nephew, I think you will not only Inherited his burly body, and inherited his kindness and kindness. My compatriots have traveled all the way to this point, and have reached their limit... If you have any stronghold here, please allow us to take a break, and we I need food, clean water, and medicine, please."

The middle-aged man pushed away his companion who was supporting him, gritted his teeth, clutched the wound on his left shoulder, resisted the tearing pain, and squeezed the voice out of his teeth. .

"You will get all of this, Mr. De Jong, but before that, my people must check on you."

Ma Long frowned-De Jong's appearance made him unbearable, but...for the safety of Yesezhen, he had to bite the bullet and say these cruel things.

"Check? The light is on... Sir Lothar, don't you understand me? After a while, these people are likely to die. Do you understand this?"

Sure enough, De Jong became very excited after hearing Ma Long's words. He struggled to rush to grab Ma Long by the collar.

My companion is panicking in hunger, disease, and fear, and what kind of trouble does the well-dressed and self-proclaimed noble guy in front of them have to wait here for inspection?

——De Jong’s heart is full of anger. If he has a weapon in his hand, he will definitely attack the guy in front of him who only looks like a "human dog", and he will do it to those orcs. The same.

"I'm sorry, I have to do this, please forgive me, Mr. De Jong. And... the person who needs to check on you has already arrived, so please bear with me."

Malone took a step back and avoided De Jong's forward pounce. At the same time, he heard the noisy footsteps coming from behind—obviously, Paul and Elro Eberlock had arrived.

"you……"

De Jong wanted to say something more, coldly, a white lightning shot out from behind Ma Long and crossed between the two people.

This sudden change interrupted De Jong's words, his face turned pale, and his footsteps retreated vainly until his companions held his body.

However, even De Jong's companions were shaking slightly, because they had never seen such a terrifying creature before them.

A silver-white giant wolf, even if it is slightly lowered, is as high as the waist of an adult; between the fangs and sharp teeth, the clear saliva drips continuously on the forest path along the corners of the terrifying mouth. On the gravel, the low roar of "Hoho" was like the roar of a demon from the abyss.

"Wolf?"

Even De Jong, who was able to endure severe pain, couldn't help but feel terrified when he saw such a huge wolf-after all, he didn't have any weapons by his side, and he was seriously injured.

What's more, in the foothills and mountains of the Red Ridge Mountains, De Jong has never seen such a big wolf, let alone being stared at such a close distance by the wolf.

"Rubos, come back!"

Upon seeing this, Ma Long hurriedly walked to Rubes's side, patted his neck, and relaxed the wolf who was posing as an attack.

Lubbers would not easily attack creatures other than prey, but De Jong’s actions just made the giant wolf mistakenly believe that his master was threatened, so he loyally stood up to protect his lord, but he did not expect De Jong It's boring.

"This is...you...raised?"

De Rong looked at the incomparably well-behaved giant wolf beside Ma Long in shock, and couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Ok."

Malone nodded, and then turned around. Elro Eberlock was holding his medicine kit and hurried over.

"what happened?"

Elro Eberlock stopped in front of Malone, and asked breathlessly, Altea hurriedly walked over and supported her father-in order to be able to get there as soon as possible, Elro Eberlock followed Paul and The young militiamen jogged all the way together, almost completely exhausted.

"These are refugees in Lakeside Town. I will tell you the specific situation in a moment... Papa Elro, you and your apprentices will check if there are any diseases such as cholera or malaria in these people; Let them bring these diseases to the town."

Malone nodded towards Elro Eberlock, and then said his plan-although this idea was somewhat selfish, but... for the safety of Nightlight Town, Malone had to do it.

Elro Eberlock found a few slightly talented among the townspeople of Nightshade, and followed him to learn sacred arts and medicine, but at the moment when the medical conditions are so bad, a plague is enough to destroy Malone and Elro. ? Eberlock's efforts in the past three months.

"I see. You guys, come with me!"