My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The emotions of the townspeople boiled up—whether it was the refugees following Elro Eberlock or those from Lakeside Town—they approached the orc captured by the big five flowers, if not the militias. They were blocked by Robin's orders, maybe the orc captive had been trampled to death by the townsfolk.

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De Jong stood beside the orc captive, watching the refugees cheering, cursing, or spitting at the orc captive, while avoiding cautiously, he was full of emotion.

In the days when he went out to investigate with Ma Long, De Jong learned a lot about what happened in Stormwind; he knew that the army of orcs had completely occupied the south of the continent, knew that his originally powerful kingdom had been shattered, and knew if he wanted to defeat the orcs , Returning home is simply an impossible task.

But De Jong was not discouraged now-he felt that he had made the right choice.

Although there is still no future in sight, De Jong feels that he has the obligation and responsibility to protect these people in front of him-just like his old father, who is the defender of Lakeside Town, has done in the past few decades. .

Although De Jong's father was very old, when the orcs invaded the lakeside town, he still personally went to battle and fought the orcs.

When he found his father’s body, De Jong still remembered that the old man was holding a sharp dagger in his hand, and the fatal wound lay on his chest. Even at the last moment of his life, his father was fighting, and he did not. Thought of running away or backing away.

De Jong was proud of having such a father, especially after he personally experienced a battle with the orcs; he vowed to protect those around him, whether it was a refugee from Lakeside Town or he was in the night The new compatriot the town met.

"Huh? Where's Malone?"

A naive voice pulled De Jong from his thoughts back to reality. He scanned left and right, but found no one. He was a little tranced and realized that what he was looking for should be a child.

Lowering his head, De Jong happened to see the little girl he met when he first arrived in Yese Town. She held her hands around her chest, raised her head, and blinked at herself.

"You are... Maria, right? Who is Malone?"

De Jong squatted down, looked at Maria, and asked in a gentle tone as much as possible-he remembered that the little girl was scared enough when he first saw Maria.He didn't want to repeat the scene.

"Malone is what you call Sir Lothar! I originally called him that way, but I changed it later!"

Maria answered obediently.

"Sir Lothar! He's over there, with... and the dark-haired lady. What can you do with him?"

Every time he sees Maria, De Jong will think of his no longer alive little daughter Angela; his nose is sore.While answering Maria's question, he wiped his eyes lightly.

"Of course I have something to do with him, but I won't tell you!...Ah! By the way! I think of you! You are that dirty uncle!"

Maria pouted, not planning to share her little secret with De Jong; but just as she was about to run to find Ma Long, she realized that she actually knew the stranger in front of her!

"Yeah. It's me..."

De Jong’s face was a little embarrassed—the last time he saw Maria, he escaped from the lakeside town of the Redridge Mountains. He didn’t care about personal hygiene, leaving a very bad impression on the little girl, and almost took her. Scared to cry.

And this time, De Jong's appearance is not much better-after walking back and forth in the twilight forest for nearly a month, even to replenish clear water, he has to go to the banks of the Irvine River at night. Naturally, De Jong has no chance to take a bath. —Now he is covered with blood and mud.

"Of course it is you! Where did you get my handkerchief? Give it back to me soon!"

Maria screamed-she still remembered this bad uncle, she kindly lent him a handkerchief to wipe tears.But he made his handkerchief dirty, and then he has not returned it to himself.

"Hand...handkerchief..."

De Jong was taken aback by Maria’s appearance, he quickly touched himself, but found nothing—before he set off, he changed the appearance of everything except himself, where to find Where's Maria's handkerchief?

"Bad man! I lost Maria's handkerchief!"

The little girl was angry, she glared at De Jong unhappily, and then ran away from him quickly-Maria planned to go to Malone and Sister Altea to sue, let them help herself to clean up this dislike A clean, crying, bad man who always scares children and is not polite!

"I……"

De Jong wanted to explain, but wanted to apologize.But without saying anything, little Maria ran away quickly; his outstretched hand grabbed weakly in the air, and then retracted it again, smiling helplessly.He stood up and walked to the refugees from Lakeside Town-not seen for a month, he also had a lot to say to them.

...

"Ma Long, how are you? Not injured, right?"

When everyone was excited about the return of the warrior and the captured orcs, Malone and Altea threw them aside and got strayed together.

The girl carefully looked at the look of Xin Ailang Lang's head and face.But I didn't feel disgusted at all, just asked worriedly.

"No, not at all, thanks to Rubes."

Ma Long said with a smile, and then stretched out his finger, and flicked on Rubes' forehead next to him-strange to say, I don't know if the silver-white hair has a strange self-cleaning function, Rubeskobe Its owner is much cleaner.

"Then I can rest assured... you know what, I have been worried about you all these days!"

Altea grabbed Malone's hand holding her forearm, rubbed it lightly, and murmured.

"I know... I have been thinking of you, Altea, when I was fighting those orcs."

Ma Long also said "not to be outdone".

"How can it work? You have to concentrate on the battlefield! Malone, you taught me before!"

Altea said anxiously.

"Of course I know……"

Ma Long replied awkwardly—he just wanted to say some sweet words to coax Altea, but he did not expect this pure little Nizi to take it seriously...

"Ok!"

Altea thought she had convinced Malone, so she nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing the girl's cute appearance, Ma Long couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but gently pulled Altea into his arms, leaned close to her face, and wanted to kiss him.

"Yeah! No! Malone, you...you are so dirty!"

Altea pushed Malone away in a panic, turned her head and glanced at the townspeople behind her, and found that no one was looking at her, she breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered her head and dared not look at Malone, and hesitated. .

"Then I... go take a shower first?"

Malone caught the lingering language in Altea's words, and pursued them.

"Um... uh!"

For some reason, Altea did not refuse this time, but nodded slightly, her face almost touching her chest, it was already red.(To be continued.)

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Altea's shy appearance made Malone's heart itchy-he was also a normal man, and his body was exceptionally strong; he has been in this world for so long, let alone a woman, and there is no chance to "solve it by himself". Facing Altea's unintentional strong temptation/confusion, it was impossible to resist.

Just when Malone was ready to take a hot bath, then linger with Altea, and then taste the long-lost Vera's craftsmanship, an unexpected little guy appeared in front of him.

"Ma Long!"

Maria ran to the front of Malone and Altea, shouting excitedly.