My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Fifty selected militiamen gathered on the square. Their families have not yet woken up-they chose to set off early in the morning, but also to avoid reluctance at parting-the concern for their loved ones is far more powerful than the enemy. Can destroy a fighter's fighting spirit.

"Sir Paul, shouldn't we set off? Why are we still standing here?"

A militiaman asked in a daze.

"I don't know... Hush, stop talking, Chief Lothar is here."

Paul shook his head, then reminded his subordinates.

...

Ma Long walked in front of the militiamen, his gaze swept across every young face in front of him-these militiamen, there was only one last step left to become a real soldier.

"We are about to set off, militiamen! You all know that at our destination, in addition to the compatriots waiting for our rescue, there will also be ferocious and terrifying orcs."

"It was these orcs who destroyed our homes and killed our compatriots... And now, in the south of this continent, only we can stop them... Tell me, militiamen, are you afraid to fight them?"

Ma Long said loudly, and the loud voice broke the silence of the morning in Ye Se Town.

"Not afraid!"

The militiamen shouted loudly. Although the voice was a little messy, it still overwhelmed Malone's volume.

More and more refugees in Yese Town were awakened from their sleep. They opened the window, stood in front of the window, and quietly looked at the militiamen.(To be continued.)

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Refugees know that this side may be the last side; even the strongest Sir Lothar himself cannot guarantee that he will survive on the battlefield; besides, even if he survives... there is no guarantee that he will survive intact.

"Prove it to me."

Malone said loudly.

This sentence made Paul and the militias stunned for a moment-what proof?

Ma Long didn't explain much, he stepped aside and let the militiamen look away.

Paul and the militiamen only noticed that at some point, Robin took a few soldiers from the West Springs Garrison and tied the orc to the central square.

"Sir Lothar."

Robin walked to Malone's side, pointed at the orc, and said softly.

Ma Long nodded and walked to the orc.

After arriving in Yese Town, the orc was only able to eat the leftovers after Ma Long was reminded by De Jong-and that time, De Jong was still trying to stuff everything into that one. In the orc’s mouth, and then washed it down with a large bowl of water-no way, De Jong didn’t want to let go of the orc’s hands and didn’t let him lie on the ground like a dog to **** food. It is already very kind.

Not having enough to eat, sleeping and sleeping, coupled with the torture of Malone and De Jong one after another, the orc looked very weak, not at all what he looked like when he was alone with Malone on the edge of the twilight forest.

"Come here with a bench and fix him on the ground."

Malone said to Robin.

"understood."

Robin nodded, took a long stool from the open-air dining table, erected it, placed it behind the orc, and took his body from the West Springs garrison, tightening the orc. Tightly tied to the long bench.

Robin's movements restored the orc's somewhat unconscious mind. He suddenly opened his blood-red eyes and roared loudly, trying to struggle.

However, the soldiers of the Xiquan Garrison have at least experienced the baptism of war.The roar of the orc did not scare them; Harry leaned the orc tightly on the bench with a few of his robes, and the Robin thief quickly tied him firmly with a rope.

The legs of the long bench rested on the ground. Although the orc was struggling, he was held down by the soldiers of the Xiquan Garrison.There is no possibility of breaking free.

Looking at the beast-like Blackrock Orc, Ma Long shook his head, and then walked towards the militiamen who watched this scene in astonishment.

"Paul, ask them to line up and bring them here."

Ma Long ordered.

"I see... Chief Lothar."

Paul seemed to know what Malone wanted to do.He nodded dullly and began to give orders to his men.

Soon, the militiamen lined up and walked towards the orc at the urging of Paul; Malone stood beside the orc, and was surprised to find that the one at the front was actually a simple and honest person who had competed with Altea. Militia-Nice.

"Sir Lothar!"

Seeing Malone watching him, Nice laughed silly.

"Nice, do you have any relatives who died in the hands of the orcs?"

Malone laughed too, but his smile looked a little cold and converged extremely quickly.Then he said to Nice in a strange tone.

"Yes! My eldest brother was killed by this group of green-skin scraps!"

Nice replied loudly, his eyes full of hatred when he looked at the orc, his fists were clenched, the protruding joints were slightly white, and the bare arms outside the chain mail swelled terrible muscles, as if only Ma Long gave an order and he was about to tear the orc in half.

"This is an orc, I don't think I need to say you know it; maybe... when Stormwind fell, he was the first to rush into the city; maybe, your eldest brother... was killed by him and his people Dead... Now. Nice, I'll give you a chance."

"Stab him, but don't kill him."

Malone drew his dagger from Robin's waist, turned it upside down, and handed it to Nice.Look at him with encouraging eyes.

"Stab... him with a knife?"

Nis took the dagger, and then looked at the orc.

The green-skinned monster was still struggling, with a terrible roar in his mouth; Niss could vaguely see that the animal's population was full of blood, and the gangrene caused by the ulceration of the wound and the disgusting smell. Puss-of course, he didn't know it was because Ma Long knocked out most of the orc's teeth.

"Stab him, Nice."

Malone shouted in Nice's ear.

However, Nis looked at the orc in front of him blankly.He was holding the hilt of the dagger tightly in his hand, and his four sturdy fingers had been buckled on his thumb, making himself painful.

Nis once thought that his arms were full of power. He also thought that if he had a chance for revenge, he would not hesitate to send the weapon in his hand into the throats of the orcs. However, when this day came, he found that everything was not It's not that simple.

This orc stood in front of Nis alive, roaring loudly, as if he was unwilling to be a prisoner; however, Nis's short sword blade had been raised to a high enough height, but he did not immediately pierce it.

"Think about the loved ones you lost, Nice, think about them. What are you still hesitating?"

Malone's voice came again. He didn't know how Nice's eldest brother died, whether Nice himself had witnessed all this, but he believed that Nice himself would never forget.

"what!"

Nis exploded with a loud roar, then swung the dagger in his hand and stabbed the orc fiercely.

With a horrible cry, the sharp dagger plunged deeply into the orc’s shoulder, revealing only one hilt; warm blood spurted from the wound of the orc captive, splashing Nis’s face; However, his appearance was still dull and crazy, as if he knew nothing.