My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Ma Long asked in astonishment, but the expression on his face became gloomy-what does this matter have to do with the goblins?(To be continued.)

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In the vast wilderness of the Westfall, Rubes is running freely-this giant wolf originally lived in the twilight forest. Although the vast woodland provided abundant prey, it was not open enough to allow it to be so free.

If he hadn't been raised as a pet by Ma Long, Lubos really planned to take his wolves to live in the Westfall.

Ma Long walked behind Rubes with his soldiers. His expression was solemn, and he obviously didn't have much time to play as cheerfully as his pets.

Ma Long got a shocking and puzzling news from the watchtower in Sentinel Hill. The residents and soldiers of Sentinel Hill seemed to have gone to the town of Moonbrook further south, and the man behind this migration , It is related to the goblin.

As a traverser, Malong knows a little bit about the goblin race. This group of long pointed ears, big hooked nose, jagged fangs, ugly little dwarfs, but together with the same little dwarfs, Controls the most superb technology in the mortal field of Azeroth.

No one knows where these little dwarves come from, but the humans in the world of Azeroth don’t even know when there is another continent on the other side of the endless sea, these little green-skinned men have begun to ride on the solid Ships in China travel through the endless sea and go to and from the ports between the two continents, exchanging goods with sailors and merchants there, earning huge profits.

Yes, profit-no one knows if the goblins have their own beliefs, but if there is, it must be...gold.

As long as they can make gold, these goblins are willing to do anything; they are the smartest merchants, and they are also shameless thieves and robbers-you can find the richest variety of goods on the road on their cargo ships. Similarly, they will kick you off their boats for a small copper.

Ma Long didn't know exactly what role the goblins played in this war between humans and orcs, but he vaguely remembered that there was a connection between goblins and orcs.

In the absence of a complete human state in the southern part of the mainland, it is naturally impossible for these profit-seeking goblins to fight for humans and orcs...So, what did they do in Sentinel Hill?

Ma Long knew he would find the answer in Moonbrook Town, but this town—the second largest settlement of humans in the Western Wilderness—was far from the sea.

According to Robin's estimation, even if Ma Long and others walked endlessly, it would take three days and three nights to get to Yuexi Town; if the rest time is excluded, this number will increase to five days.

Ma Long didn't know if everything was too late—if the orcs knew about going straight to Sentinel Hill, they would definitely not forget to visit Moonbrook Town.

I hope everything is too late...I hope the goblins haven't played any tricks yet...

——Ma Long knows that time is pressing, but he can do nothing, he can only let himself dry in anxiety.

Just when Malone was about to stop for a drink, Robin appeared in front of him.

"Sir Lothar! We have found out!"

Robin ran to Malone and said breathlessly.

"Take me to see."

Ma Long put down the water bag that had been raised, hung it around his waist indiscriminately, and then ran forward with Robin—according to the marching habits of the West Springs Garrison, the scouts to explore the way in advance are indispensable; Robin and Several soldiers from the West Springs Garrison were the scouts for Pathfinder, and Ma Long hoped they could bring some good news to himself.

...

The fact is also true. When Malone followed Robin for a few hundred steps, he found that his subordinates were gathering in a circle ahead.

Walking behind the soldiers and squeezing them away, Ma Long looked intently and couldn't help letting out an exclamation-right in front of him, it was a camp that had just been slaughtered.

Not a human camp, but... of the Jackal.

It is not the first time that Ma Long has seen a dead Jackal, and regardless of the previous owner of this body, even after he came to Azeroth, he also killed many in battle.

But now, Ma Long couldn't find even a complete corpse of the jackal in the jackal camp in front of him.

Broken limbs, stumped arms, and small pieces of broken corpses were all over the place, as if the entire jackal camp had been thrown into a huge meat grinder and wringed.

Several tents made of rags fell to the ground awkwardly, an iron pot that was obviously stolen from humans was kicked, and the contents of the pot were spilled all over the place-even though the soup had already deepened. The ground was stained red-brown by the dried blood, but the type of food for these wolves can still be judged from the residue left on the surface.

"It's an orc."

Ma Long's voice was a little low.

"It must be them."

Robin's mood also appeared a little low, including the other West Springs garrison-no one had a smile on their faces, some even clenched their waist weapons, looking angry.

Of course, Ma Long and others would not be sad for the death of the Jackal-the more such brutal predators die, the better; they just thought of Moonbrook Town.

If his party failed to reach Moonbrook Town before the orcs, would it be necessary to witness another massacre—a massacre exactly the same as it happened in human towns such as Nightlight Town, Lakeside Town, etc.—staged there What?

——Ma Long doesn't know the answer to this question, but he knows that he doesn't have much time to be sentimental.

"Check this camp again. I need to know how late we are."

Malone gave his order, and then took the lead and walked into the jackal’s camp, squatted down, and checked the scattered corpses, broken bones and ashes from the campfire-these can tell him, those When did the orcs made such a slaughter?

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

Robin clenched his fist, he responded to Malone's order for the first time, followed him and walked into the camp-at this moment, he temporarily forgot the Morsons and his beloved Tess. , In his chest filled with anger, there was only one thought left—find the group of green-skinned shards raging on this land, and then...kill them, or be killed by them!

...

"who!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from Ma Long; he stopped checking the extinguished firewood in the campfire, stood up and looked into the distance.

In the field on the right front, a black spot is quickly moving away from the camp; beside Ma Long, a soldier of the Xiquan Garrison drew his crossbow, and quickly chased the black spot—the shout just now was exactly He sent it out.(To be continued.)

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"Rubos! Chase!"

Malone yelled quickly.

The Twilight Wolf King, who had been silently following his master before, gave out a long howl in excitement after receiving Ma Long’s order, and then turned into a silver-white lightning, which sprang from Ma Long’s back and passed the camp. The stump and broken arm and a mess, rushed towards the moving shadow quickly.

"Keep up!"

Ma Long waved his hand and ordered Robin and the others-perhaps in some people's eyes, the corpse could speak; but for Ma Long, who was a layman in this regard, it was more important to live witnesses.

...

Obviously, in such a vast wilderness, very few things can run Lubos-wolves are not good at speed, but Lubos is too big, its one step can almost catch up with the two of humans. Step, not to mention...

"A jackal?"

Malone said in surprise—he and his soldiers sprinted hundreds of steps before they caught up with Rubes, and the one that had been held by Rubes with his paws, shivering under its fangs and teeth. Only... Jackal.

"How could it be a jackal? He was with the group of jackals just now? But why is he okay?"

Robin was also a little surprised.

"Just ask."

Malone said naturally.

"Ask? But... Wait, Lord Lothar, you won't tell me, you still speak... Jackal language?"