My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Even so, there are still hundreds of people who firmly believe in leaving, and Warrant Officer Okur is planning to take his soldiers to escort these refugees to the boat location agreed with the goblins-Yuexi Town is not far from the sea. But there is also a distance, which is not easy for the refugees who drag their families.

"We can't stop him."

McLaren walked to Sir Elgardin's side and whispered.

"Yes……"

Sir Elgardin sighed and said—Although the Warrant Officer Okur believed that the goblins’ ship was a way to save everyone, he himself chose to stay and fight the orcs. With this feeling, Elgardin It was difficult for the Jazz to criticize the garrison officer at Sentinel Hill.

"These guys definitely have another plan."

McLaren looked fiercely at Okur Warrant Officer's side-there, three goblins were wearing big wide-brimmed hats, wearing ridiculous suspenders and red plaid shirts, bringing their ugly heads together. Together, whispering.

These three goblins came to guide Okur Warrant Officer-to prevent him and his refugees from going in the wrong direction; this made McLaren more vigilant-when did those goblins who only recognize gold become so caring Up?

Warrant Officer Okur didn't seem to like the goblins very much either-this was evident from his frowning brow.

But Warrant Officer Okur’s attitude towards these goblins is not too bad-after all, he has decided to stay, so many people have to board the goblin’s ship, Warrant Officer Okur doesn’t want to inflict other refugees because of his bad temper. .

"Even if there are, what can we do? We can't ask the militia of Moonbrook to catch these goblins directly? You know. Now, there are hundreds of people who are their saviors..."

Sir Elgardin said with a wry smile.

"This……"

McLaren's face became stiff, and he could only shook his head, unable to speak.

...

"There are a few hundred of us on board... Is your boat big enough?"

Warrant Officer Okur stopped, staring at the head of the three goblins and asked seriously-this guy is called Lacloz.He was also the one who led the goblin caravan to Sentinel Hill to propose this deal.

Warrant Officer Okur hated this little green-skinned man who had reached his waist, but the situation was better than that of humans, and he had to suppress his disgust and communicate with the goblin merchant.

"Why are so few? I remember you have thousands of people! Don't the others plan to go together?"

Lacrosse seemed very dissatisfied with the number provided by Warrant Officer Okur.

"Others plan to stay, including me... you haven't answered my question. Goblin."

Warrant Lieutenant Okur didn't explain too much, but still stared at the little Lacloz-this goblin was not as high as his sword.

"Okay, okay, impatient humans... Don't worry, although we don't have a large ship that can hold hundreds of people, our fleet has enough numbers... Believe me, I will do it all right from the beginning. Ready to pick up."

Lacroz grinned, revealing some sharp teeth browned by the smoke—the smile was uglier than crying.

"I hope what you are saying is true, goblin... I will send some soldiers to follow your ship, if you want... you know what I mean."

Warrant Officer Okur still threatened the goblin a little uneasy-although he could not reach a consensus with Sir Elgardin.But the words of the old mayor still made the guard of Sentinel Hill a little more vigilant.

"Good, good, no problem..."

Lacroz hummed, but inadvertently scratched his long, pointed ears with his hands—it seemed a little nervous.

However, Warrant Lieutenant Okur didn't notice this. He left with his own soldiers-the fortifications of Moonbrook Town were much worse than Sentinel Ridge, and it was incomparable with Stormwind City.

Warrant Officer Okur made up his mind. As long as Sir Elgardin and his townspeople refuse to leave, he must stay and protect them. Of course he also knows the danger of doing so, and 90% out of ten are dead. It was fixed; but before he died, the Warrant Officer Okur had to make the orcs pay the price of blood-he had to make the green-skinned bits and pieces understand.Even if they captured Stormwind City, but... the war is far from over!

As long as he is in the south of the mainland, there is still a human being alive-whether he is a man or a woman, an old man or a child-as long as he is alive.This war will never end; this deep hatred filled with blood and death will never dissipate until the last orc wailes and falls into a pool of blood!

...

Watching Warrant Officer Okur leave, Lacloz stretched out his fingers and picked up his huge hooked nose with his long, pointed nails.

"Boss... how come there are only a few hundred people? Then, aren't we here for nothing this time?"

A goblin approached Lacroz and asked embarrassedly.

"Hundreds of people are also human...A few carts of ore can be dug up a day after entering the mine... Besides, there are women here. Although human women are not as good-looking as women from high elves, and women who are not dwarf are rare, but ...Send to the centaur tribe to the west, and you can exchange a lot of gold...Those thirsty monsters, after all, have only seen female centaur and tauren. In their eyes, human females are already... Quality."

A greedy smile appeared on La Cloz's face, and his tone perfectly interpreted a word-treacherous.

This cunning little goblin didn't worry that his words would be heard by others-obviously there was no need to speak lingua franca when communicating with his men. He didn't think there would be humans in this town who could understand goblin language.

"But hundreds of people still... even if they use the money to rob merchant ships, the profits should be better?"

The goblin was still complaining.

"Idiot! Now the orcs are about to knock down the kingdom of mankind, and the entire southern part of the continent is occupied by them. Do you still want to grab the merchant ship? Now in the endless sea, is there anything else besides our goblin's own merchant ship? Do you want to offend those trading princes?"

Lacrosse slapped his men severely on the back of the head, and said with a hatred of iron and steel.(To be continued.)

117

Ma Long led his soldiers through the secret/deep mine tunnel, groping for the walls—according to Robin’s calculations, they would soon be at the end of the mine; there, they could follow the exit Leave this mountain range, and then go straight to Moon Creek Town, the last settlement of humans in the Western Wilderness.

However, when Malone began to figure out what to say to the survivor leader in Moonbrook Town, the sentinels who were exploring the way forward brought back a news that made him frown.

"Sir Lothar, the front is blocked by a stone!"

Harry ran over in a hurry and whispered-Malone didn't know his identity until he heard his voice-no way, the fluorescence of the emerald ore was almost invisible here.

"Blocked? Take me to see!"

Ma Long realized that this was definitely not a trivial matter-it would not only affect the time for his team to arrive at Moonbrook Town, but it might also put his team in danger.

Anxiously following Harry to the end of the mine, Malone noticed a few soldiers staying here-obviously you are the scout in charge of the investigation with Harry.

"Torch."

Ma Long lowered his heart and said calmly-he actually didn't want to be calm at all, but... as the commander of this team, he couldn't mess up himself first.

The savings along the way have finally come in handy now. With the two torches being raised by the soldiers, Ma Long was able to see the end of the tunnel clearly.

After the torch was lit, Ma Long realized that he had no way to tell if this was the end of the tunnel-a large pile of stones stuck in front of him in a conical shape.

Judging from the size of these stones, the degree of damage, and the way the other party did, this may be a landslide-although according to Robin's judgment of time, the horizontal position of Ma Long and others should have reached the vicinity of Yuexi Town, but... No one knows whether there is a cave before this landslide.

"Bring that jackal here."

Ma Long's face was a bit ugly, he opened his mouth and said-this cavern seems to be some years old, why didn't Hogg tell him before?

...

Not long after, Hogg the Jackal was escorted by a few human soldiers to Ma Long-his short sword was still pinned to the rope used to tie his pants around his waist, and his face was full of panic.

"Hogg! Don't kill!"