My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"It turns out that it's like this... it doesn't matter, you don't need to care, Maria is very courageous and won't be so easily scared...your daughter..."

Ma Long smiled and comforted De Jong. Just about to mention his daughter and calm the atmosphere, he suddenly froze in place.

According to the common language habit, what De Jong said just now seems to be... "had" a daughter?what does that mean?Could it be that his daughter has...

"My daughter, Angela, she has...I..."

Having said this, De Jong couldn't speak anymore; he covered his face with those thick palms, squatted on the ground in pain, first weeping, and finally weeping.

"You... Mr. De Jong, I know it's a bit too much to ask, but... could you please tell us what happened in Lakeside Town?"

Ma Long put Maria in his arms on the ground, then walked to De Jong's side and helped him from the ground. While pulling De Jong, who seemed to be limp all over his body, he found a long dining table and sat down. Asked in a low voice.

Seeing De Jong look like this, even a fool knew that something terrible must have happened in Lakeside Town, and De Jong must have lost his closest person in that tragedy-probably his daughter.

But Ma Long had to ask such a cruel question-this is the first time that the townspeople of Nightstown know the news from the outside in three months. No matter what the orcs have done, they can understand this and judge them for Ma Long. Both his movements and plans for the future of Yese Town are of great help.

"Lakeside Town...the group of orcs, they killed all the people, all the old people, women and children...all..."

De Jong sat slumped at the dining table, crying, and said intermittently.

Orcs created a massacre in Lakeside Town?

——Ma Long trembled after hearing De Jong's words, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

In fact, as early as three months ago, Ma Long was able to realize the fate of the remnants scattered in the south of the mainland-in this land, the orcs occupy the absolute military advantage, the remnants are extremely scattered, and there is no unified command.

From the moment Anduin Lothar took Varian Wrynn out of Stormwind, the fate of these storm survivors was destined to be shrouded in the shadow of death.

Ma Long knew this, but... when De Jong said this personally, his heart still seemed to be tightly pinched by an invisible hand.

Malone, who was suffocated by anger and sadness, clenched his fist tightly. The nails that had just been trimmed were deeply embedded in his palm because of excessive force, leaving a few bloody dents.

Hupan Town, the largest human settlement in the Red Ridge Mountains, had a population of at least 2,000 to 3,000 before the outbreak of the war, and then... just escaped with less than a hundred people behind De Jong?

——Thinking that the massacres once suffered by the aboriginals in Nightlight Town have reappeared in Lakeside Town, and will soon be, and may even be staged now in Flash Golden Town, Elwynn Forest and Westfall, Ma Long cannot forgive Yourself.

It is true that Ma Long will not do something overwhelmingly like a person seeking revenge on the orc army because of his impulse; nor will he put the townspeople of Nightlight Town into danger because of his anger.

However, Ma Long was unable to watch all this safely as a bystander, perhaps because of his humanitarian education, or perhaps because of the influence of Ma Long? Lothar's remnant soul memory-although Ma Long may be forbearing temporarily, he will not. There can be no outrageous behavior, but the deep sense of debt and self-blame in his heart are eating up his mind madly.

"Give you!"

At this moment, a clear childish voice broke the silence of the scene, and both Ma Long and De Jong temporarily broke free from the emotional loss of control of each other and looked to their sides together.

"Here you! Wipe your tears! Mom said, a good boy is not allowed to cry!"

The little Maria, on her tiptoes, tried very hard to pass the white handkerchief in her hand to De Jong; seeing everyone around her looking at her, the little girl showed a proud expression. Speak to them loudly.

"I……"

De Jong stretched out his hand and tremblingly took Maria’s handkerchief; the dirt on his hand left a few stains on the handkerchief at once, but he did not notice these, just stared at the handkerchief A small cat pattern, gaping.

...

"Dad, wipe your sweat!"

In a daze, De Jong seemed to see a little girl with a sweet smile, struggling to tiptoe, and handed a clean handkerchief to himself who had just plowed a field.

"Angela! What shall we eat for lunch today!"

De Jong remembered smiling like a fool, wiping the sweat on his face with his daughter’s handkerchief, and showing off to his colleagues who worked together-who has such a well-behaved and sensible daughter? It's the happiness of old man!

"Today I have noodles and pumpkin lettuce soup...Oh, dad, you stained my handkerchief again!"

Angela handed De Jong the earthen jar and wooden basket in her hand, and took her handkerchief that was smeared and dirty by sweat from his hand, and complained softly.

"Sorry, Angela, Dad will wash you up when he gets back!"

De Jong hurriedly opened the cover on the wooden basket, and said guiltily to his daughter.

"No, I can just wash it myself. Dad, you are already so tired...Hey! Mom said, wash your hands before eating! Really... Dad is always so careless!"

Angela comforted her father like a little adult, and yelled again when she saw him grabbing the flour in the wooden basket with her dirty hands.

"Haha..."

De Jong laughed contentedly-his father is in good health, his wife is hardworking and willing to work, his daughter is well-behaved and sensible, brothers live together in harmony... Life, is there anything else needed?

...

"Mr. De Jong? Mr. De Jong! What happened to you?"

Ma Long looked at De Jong in front of him with some worry-he found that the refugee from the lakeside town was even worse than the next move of the orcs.

From the moment he took over Maria's handkerchief, the "Mr. De Jong" cried and laughed for a while. In Ma Long's words, it was like a mental illness.

After shouting a few words, De Jong found that the other party did not respond. Malone couldn't help but want to call Elro Eberlock over. I wonder if there is any special treatment for lunatics in the holy arts and medical arts in this world?

"What? Angela? I...you..."

Ma Long’s voice pulled De Jong back from his past memories. He blinked, his expression of astonishment stayed on his face for a long time before it gradually faded, and then he held the handkerchief he had taken from Maria. Clenched tightly into a ball.(To be continued.)

71

De Jong recognized the reality before him-the reality he desperately wanted to forget in the past period of time.

His cute little Angela will never stick to his side and call Dad again;

His hardworking wife will never serve him delicious meals when he returns home;

His brothers will never drink and chat with him at the small table at home in the slack time;

His kind and still strong father...

"Do you want to know what happened in Lakeside Town? Very good, then I will tell you..."

De Jong stared at Malone, who was sitting next to him, with a desperate anger and madness in his dim eyes.

"The orcs, the green-skinned guys mentioned in the previous announcement from Stormwind, they attacked our town."

"They killed everyone, everyone-whether children or old people... The militiamen in the town have fought hard, but... it just delayed the tragedy."

De Jong clenched the roots of his teeth tightly. On the back of his hand, thick blue-black tendons bulged like ugly earthworms, trembling slightly with his violent breathing--the same was true for the two companions who were following him. .

"The Orcs... how many of them attacked the lakeside town? Did you only escape? How did you escape?"

Ma Long had already guessed what De Jong was saying. He felt grief for the human civilians who died tragically under the blade of the orc; however, even so, he had some problems and had to throw it to De Jong, who was already on the verge of collapse.