My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Malone sat back in his chair and said reproachfully.

"I also think that Sir Lothar at that time was a bit strange...but why?"

Elro Eberlock also sat down and asked with concern-whether it was as the savior of the entire town or his future son-in-law, Ma Long couldn't make any accidents-either physically or mentally.

"It's not that orc... Robin knows, we spent hours on that guy, the scene at that time... You saw it when you went in, but that guy didn't let go, I was a little worried. Up."

Ma Long said frankly-there is one point he didn't say-the bloody scene seemed to arouse some terrible emotions in his heart, maybe it was his own problem, maybe the remnants of this body belonged to the original owner His memory, in short, he became a little irritable, and he was a little obsessed with torture.

Ma Long spent a whole afternoon adjusting his emotions. He pressed the original memory of this body to the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind-if there is such a torture in the future, he will give it to Paul and Robin them!

"I probably understand...Sir Lothar, there are some things I think I must talk to you."

Elro Eberlock's face became a little serious, he said seriously.(To be continued.)

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"please say."

Ma Long put down the food in his hand and replied seriously-he never looked down on people in this world, but respected them very much.

I knew that in the future humans would defeat the orcs and return to their homeland, but these refugees did not know; they seemed to be in the darkness, trying to pursue the beacon of hope; no matter what the outcome, they were worthy of admiration.

"It's not only you, Sir Lothar, but also the others in this room-De Jong, Paul, Robin, and you, Richard... I wanted to tell you a long time ago... We are all lost in this war A lot-the people who love us, the people we love, our homes, property, peaceful life, and even the future are a bit hopeless... But anyway, since we have lost too much, then At least, don't lose yourself anymore."

Elro Eberlock's gaze swept across the faces of everyone at the discussion table, and then stayed on Malone's face, saying every word.

"...I see, Elro, thank you."

Malone was the first to answer Elro Eberlock’s words-he admired the other party’s wisdom, because it didn’t take long for even Malone to find out that he was strange; and the solution he found was the same as Elro. ? Eberlock just said exactly the same thing.

Ma Long is not a professional psychologist or doctor, but he knows a little bit about the symptoms.

PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder—the self, the real self, the self from the earth, after seeing so many deaths and blood, finally showed a weak side.

(U.S. soldiers have come back from Iraq and Afghanistan to get this disease, so terrible!)

The quarrel with Elro Eberlock is just the tip of the iceberg; if you can't get out of this psychological shadow, the consequences will be much more serious.

There is no psychiatrist in this world, Ma Long can only and must rely on himself; if he can't integrate these two completely different souls in his body, let alone save these Stormwind refugees or save Anduin Lothar.He can't even save himself-who knows one day, he will suddenly collapse, fall into mania or schizophrenia.

But as Elro Eberlock said, Malone needs to do.Just don’t lose yourself—he is Marlon the earthling and Sir Marlon Lothar too;

He is the current garrison officer and protector of these refugees; he is Vera’s tenant, Maria’s best friend, and Altea’s lover.

He needs to protect these people around him.Until the moment they can rebuild their homes.

After understanding all this, Ma Long felt a lot better when he remembered the strange scene of fighting on the battlefield. The shadow that he had left when torturing the orc gradually disappeared.

"Sir Lothar, by the way, what useful information did you get from that orc?"

Elro Eberlock saw that Malone's eyes gradually changed from confusion to firmness, and he was much relieved and asked.

"Speaking of speaking, you are all shocked... the orcs have left Stormwind and headed north, where only more than five hundred orc guards remained."

"More importantly. I know that there are still many humans still alive in Stormwind. There are about two thousand people in total, including men, women and children."

"The orcs didn't kill them all, but stayed and forced them to do hard labor. They removed the weapons, food and other materials stored in the warehouses of Stormwind from the warehouses and transported them to the north under the protection of the orcs as their next Strategic materials for the battle are stored up."

"In addition, the orcs have a great demand for food. They seem to have begun to spread out and search for food on this land; the Western Wilderness. Here and the Redridge Mountains... are their targets."

"I'm sorry, De Jong, Lakeside Town... is the first target destroyed after the orcs began to scatter for food."

Ma Long said a lot in one breath, and then said to De Jong apologetically.

"This group...green skin offal!"

De Jong's right hand clenched into a fist.He smashed the armrests of the chairs around him severely; although these chairs were rough, they were all solid furniture made of wood bit by bit. Even Ma Long couldn’t help feeling grief when he saw it. Also felt a faint pain.

"There are still humans in Stormwind? This...this is...great, there are still people alive..."

Elro Eberlock was incoherent with excitement.His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"We have to get them out."

Robin was also very excited, but his temper was calmer. After a little thought, he said categorically.

Robin's words silenced the room a little, and even Paul just looked up at his fellow robe, and then said nothing.

That’s right, the humans surviving in Stormwind are indeed very dangerous—I don’t know when those orcs will be mad and kill them all; moreover, you don’t have to expect those orcs to understand what it means to be kind to captives. These humans are here. There must be a life in Stormwind.

But how do the refugees in Yese Town save them?Counting those militiamen who have never been on the battlefield, there are only more than a hundred soldiers who can fight in Yese Town, and Stormwind City... but there are more than 500 orcs!

Humans’ physical fitness is weaker than that of orcs, and they themselves need to be compensated by formation and acquired training. In small-scale battles, you can also rely on the bravery of Ma Long and the Xiquan garrison to turn the tide of the battle, but in large-scale battles...

Paul really didn't have much confidence in the extent to which these militiamen could perform in the battle with the orcs.

"Robin is right, we should save them."

Richard the Beard nodded and said-he also knew it was not easy, but...

"We must save them."

De Jong said.

"Let's save them, what do you think, Sir Lothar?"

Elro Eberlock also expressed his attitude-not because he disregarded the safety of the refugees in the night town, but...

After witnessing the corpses of the aboriginals in Nightstown and hearing about the tragedy in Lakeside Town, Elro Eberlock didn’t want to let the killing happen any more, and did nothing. Although he was not a fighter, he was still a man. the man.

"You have already decided, what else can I say... But fortunately, we may not need to face the orcs alone. In this land, we should still have allies."

Malone gave a wry smile, then said.

"ally?"

Elro Eberlock asked in surprise—he didn't understand who Malone was referring to.

"I tortured the orc, and he said... the orcs in Stormwind haven't searched the Westfall yet, which means..."

Malone replied.(To be continued.)

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