My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Malone asked in confusion while pulling Altea towards the city hall.

"No...nothing..."

Altea blushed—fortunately, the night was dark.Ma Long couldn't see this fascinating style, otherwise he would probably regret the "generous" decision he just made.

Altea had thought that Malone would let himself go to his bedroom tonight-because Vera told Altea today that men couldn't help but...something that made people feel embarrassed.

Altea felt that she was not ready to bear the kind of painful things that sister Vera had said; but she made up her mind if Malone persisted.I will not resist to the end.

But Altea was not forced to do anything. Malone just sent her back to the city hall, smiled and said goodnight to her and left.

Altea looked at Malone's back figure disappearing into the darkness, and suddenly felt that her lover was different from the "anxious" man Vera's sister said.

For some unknown reasons, Altea was a little happy for this kind of Malone, but she was also a little disappointed. Why was Malone not so... "anxious" in front of her?Isn't it... he doesn't think he is attractive?

Woman.Your name is Contradiction!

With such a complicated mood, Altea yawned, turned and walked into the city hall-she didn't rest well last night, and wanted to go to bed early; Sister Vera said... staying up late is a woman's biggest natural enemy!

...

Early the next morning, when Ma Long got up from his bed, dressed neatly, helped Maria, who was a little embarrassed in sleeping, tucked the quilt, and tiptoed out of Vera’s house, on the central square of Night Town, morning. It is already a busy scene.

Many women and children also got up very early today. They are responsible for weaving together all the ropes that can be collected in Yese Town, and putting them together according to the methods taught by the fishermen in Lakeside Town. The logs are tied up.

The slender logs were trapped by ropes, and the militiamen pulled the ropes on one side and tied the logs tightly together to form a "board".

Several fishermen from Hupan Town brought a few buckets of clear water, and directed the militiamen to lift the light raft, then poured the clear water on the raft and observed it carefully.

"Here, here, add two splints—something is leaking."

An older fisherman clicked two spots on the raft and said loudly-because the old people's ears are not so good, they always think that others can't hear themselves, so their voice is very loud.(To be continued.)

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"understood!"

The militiamen replied loudly, then put down the rafts again, and perfected their vehicles according to the instructions of the fishermen.

...

Seeing that the raft was made smoothly, Ma Long didn't have multiple pipes, but went straight to the place on the edge of the night town where the two giant trees were felled yesterday.

Of course, there is also a group of refugees and militias gathered here. Under the command of several fishermen in Hupan Town, they cut a hole in the trunk with an axe and a sickle, and then used fire to dry the inner wall of the tree hole.

This is naturally the most difficult task, but the number of refugees is also quite large; refugees squatting or kneeling holding tools on both sides of the huge tree, they are trying to dig on the huge tree trunk almost non-stop; Ma Long rushes By the time they arrive, they have already achieved quite a bit.

Seeing Ma Long coming over, De Jong hurriedly greeted him-I don't know if this guy slept well last night, anyway, he was wearing two big dark circles, either he didn't sleep well, or he got up too early.

"How long can it be completed?"

Ma Long patted De Jong on the shoulder and asked.

"Before sunset tonight... then you can go into the water. If you give us a few more days, you can add a rudder to this thing."

De Jong said with some regret-not everyone has the opportunity to build such a big canoe-this is almost a medium-sized boat. As long as it is handled properly, De Jong feels that sailing on the endless sea is not what is the problem.

"There is not so much time...Anyway, as soon as possible. By the way, De Jong, you have to take a good rest. Although this matter is urgent, there is no need to be so urgent. People can't help but sleep!"

Ma Long persuaded De Jong.

"Ah, this... Actually, I didn't sleep well yesterday, but... it has nothing to do with the raft or the canoe."

De Jong scratched his head awkwardly, his head covered with sawdust.

"What's wrong with that? Not used to it?"

Ma Long asked with some confusion.

"That's not... I went to find the orc last night."

De Jong shook his head and said truthfully.

"That orc?...you..."

When Ma Long's words came to his lips, he took them back—a fool knew what De Jong was going to do with the orc—it was definitely not for talk anyway.

When asked about the situation of Stormwind from the black rock beast population named McComaron, Malong handed the orc captive to De Jong; on the one hand, this was the previous agreement, on the other hand , Ma Long had no time to pay attention to the orc anymore.

"Then...how did you torture that guy?"

Even though he knew it might sound disgusting, Ma Long couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

"That guy is really hard bones... Sir Lothar, although I don't understand orc language, I still admire you, because even if I can understand, I guess there is nothing he can do with him... No matter how I hit him, he won't scream , Two hums at most...Finally, when I got tired, I soaked it in salt water."

De Jong said while giving Malone a thumbs up.

Sure enough, human beings are not much worse than orcs...

——Seeing De Jong's expression of excitement when he said something like this, Ma Long could only give a bitter smile in his heart, telling himself that.

"Wait... You said he doesn't suffocate much?"

Malone suddenly reacted to something.

"Yeah, when I hit him, he just hummed a few words... It's really tough, owe a beating!"

De Jong said angrily.

Ma Long remained silent-although the orc did have some bones, he felt that this shouldn't be the main reason; he just remembered-the orc seemed to have not eaten since he came to Nightlight Town!

...

After nearly two days of rushing work, the two canoes were finally ready; Ma Long took the militiamen and refugees, under the command of several lakeside towns fishermen, and worked together to lift the two canoes, ready to release Go to the Irvine River to try the water.

The two canoes are not heavy. Most of the trunks inside are hollowed out. Both ends are scorched with fire, and the joints are wiped with wet mud to prevent water leakage.

These two canoes are very long, and dozens of militiamen carry them on the left and right, which is not too difficult; through the overlapping forests and bushes of the twilight forest, Ma Long and others came to the Irvine River On the river bank.

A few months ago, it was here that the refugees burned the bodies of the compatriots who died in Nightlight Town; today, some of the remaining bones are still there, and the ashes have long been blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

The weeds were still growing luxuriantly. Standing among the weeds that hadn't reached their knees, Malone, Elro Eberlock and the others watched Paul and Robin command the militiamen to push the canoe into the water.

A few fishermen from Lakeside Town jumped on the canoe and looked around for leaks; on the other side, a few portable rafts were dropped into the water and floated on the Irvine River.

"Sir Lothar, when are you going to leave?"

Elro Eberlock asked.