My Frostmourne can't be so cute

De Jong shook his head and said-he is probably the one who knows rafts best among these people; how many men who grew up in the town of Lakeside have never done a bare butt fishing in Zhishui Lake?

"What should we do then? We don't have much time."

Malone said.

"There is a way...but it's dangerous."

De Jong hesitated and said.

"What way?"

Ma Long asked quickly.

"It depends on how many people we want to send to the Wild West. We should have enough ropes to tie four rafts. De Jong said that bringing thirty people is not a problem, but if you want more..."

Paul opened his mouth and said-before Malone came, they had learned a lot about the rafts from the fishermen's population in the lakeside towns.

"Thirty people are definitely not enough. The people from the Xiquan Garrison will follow me, and at least half of the militia must be brought along. In this way, we are still four less rafts."

Malone shook his head and said.

"Then you can only use a canoe instead."

De Jong said--this is the method he just mentioned.

"canoe?"

Ma Long's eyes lit up-he knew this kind of transportation, they were almost the earliest boats; of course the canoe is much simpler. Thinking of the twilight forest there are so many towering trees, Ma Long thinks this method is really good.

"That's right. If we are in a hurry, two days should be enough for us to build two canoes that can be used, that is... canoes are more dangerous than rafts."

De Jong said.

"How to say?"

Malone asked back.

"The canoe is easy to tip over, not like a raft, it's safe."

De Jong explained.

After hearing De Jong's words, Ma Long was silent. He raised his head and glanced at the militia who were still cutting trees in full swing.

Since there are not enough rafts.That would definitely have to be replaced by a canoe; but De Jong was right that the canoe was easy to overturn, and the Irvine River was not always the kind of open basin that Malong and the others encountered when they crossed the river.

These days are the rainy season in Elwynn Forest.Ma Long knew that if the canoe overturned on the way, maybe none of the people on it could escape.

Ma Long hesitated-he knew that time was what he was most scarce now, but... he didn't know if he should or was qualified to push those militiamen into this dangerous situation.

"Then build two more canoes, try to be more stable... When I set off, I sit on the canoe. Other people... try to pick some who can swim with me."

Malone finally made up his mind and said.

"understood."

De Jong nodded, and then turned to leave-he needs to find the survivors of the fishermen in Lakeside Town and discuss how to build two more safe canoes.

"Come on, work!"

Ma Long shook his head, dispelled some suppressed thoughts in his heart, then walked into the crowd, took his axe from a militia who looked tired, and stared at the tree trunk that had been cut through a gap. , Hacked down hard.

Robin and Paul also joined the ranks of cutting trees behind Malone; the militiamen and men who had not had their turn to pick up the axe were not idle either. They piled the chopped wood on the cart and pulled forward. Push the ground back to Yese Town.

...

Just as Malone led the men in the night town to "destroy nature" in the twilight forest, the conversation between Vera and Altea about some little secrets of women had just ended.

"Altea, then I'll go to the cafeteria first; you know, the staff there has been very tense, if I don't go, Malone and the others may not be able to eat breakfast. Maria... please take care of her for me!"

Vera stood at the door of Malone's bedroom and said to Altea next to him.

"Um... uh."

Altea lowered her head and answered dumbly.

"Then... I'll go first."

Vera glanced at Altea, smiled with a pursed mouth, and then turned and walked towards the stairs-she knew that the things she just said were a sudden shock for Altea now. The innocent girl always takes time. Come and accept all this, and then, get ready to become a mature woman.(To be continued.)

98

Although Vera has left, Altea still looks desolate; she did not go to Maria’s room immediately, but leaned against the door panel of Malone’s bedroom, and let out a long sigh of relief, as if standing a little An unstable look.

"Ok……"

Althea stretched out her slender hand in confusion, gently placed it on her belly, and then slowly slid down and down...until she let out a sweet moan/groan.

The girl immediately retracted her hand as if she had done something bad, clutched tightly with the other hand, and twisted her behind her back.

"Here... So besides peeing, can you do something like that... or that? Can you still... give birth to a baby like Maria?"

Altea's face released a scorching temperature, she leaned on the door panel, slowly closed her eyes, and began to think about the shameful things Vera had just said to her.

...

Ma Long was standing in front of a tall tree, looking up at its canopy that soared into the clouds, covering a large part of the sky.

Ma Long doesn’t know what kind of tree this tree is. How many years it has grown to reach this height. He only knows that this tree, and another one not far away, was told by De Jong that it is suitable for making unique The trunk of the canoe.

The thick tree trunk is nearly two meters in diameter, and it takes five or six people to hug; the roots of the horns are exposed on the ground, even as high as half a person; the brown bark is covered with moss, entwined with vines, and the roots There seemed to be some small figures moving in between, and faint birdsong came from the canopy of the tree—with this tree as the center, countless creatures lived here.

However, Ma Long is considering how to cut down this tree-there are not many axes in the town of Night, and those small axes are not very good at splitting the thick bark of this huge tree-Ma Long is beginning to regret why he didn't take the orcs' The weapon was brought back.

"Sir Lothar."

De Jong walked to Malone's side and said softly.

"How about, have you thought of a feasible solution?"

Ma Long turned his head and asked De Jong—some of these refugees had worked as wood loggers, and some had worked as fishermen and canoeing.

But no matter who it is, has never planned to make such a huge tree into a canoe; faced with the unique miracle of nature, humans can only scratch their heads and make trouble.

"There is a way, I think it's good... we will burn this tree down with fire."

De Jong nodded and said-he discussed with a few elderly refugees for a long time, brainstorming, and finally got this good way.

"How to burn?"