My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"How many orcs invaded the Westfall?"

Warrant Lieutenant Okur calmed down a little, and he frowned and asked—it was heard that tens of thousands of orcs had attacked Stormwind, if these guys swarmed to the Westfall.Then... what resistance is just a joke.

"About two hundred, and more, maybe less... This number was told to us by the Jackal captive. But... I don't really believe in their computing power."

Malone replied.

"We have more than four hundred soldiers here, plus the people brought by Sir Lothar, about five hundred... should be able to defeat those orcs?"

McLaren doesn't know much about the military, he can only rely on numbers to infer the outcome.

"Theoretically speaking, there is no problem, but... the militiamen of Moonbrook Town lack training and can be of limited use; although the soldiers of Sentinel Hill have not stopped training. After all, they have not really been on the battlefield. Lothar... Sir, What about the people you brought?"

After this period of exchange with Malone, Warrant Officer Okur also gradually believed in the identity of the young man, and he began to call Malone "Sir Lothar".

"Don't worry about this. At least 30 orc soldiers died in our hands. In addition, we have captured orc captives. The fifty people we brought have had all their hands on them. The blood of the orcs."

Before Malone could speak, Paul replied on his behalf.(To be continued.)

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"Orcs...captive?"

Warrant Lieutenant Okur looked at Malone and the others in surprise-even though he knew that Marshal Lothar's nephew would not be a general, but...

There were less than four hundred people in Yese Town, and one hundred soldiers—perhaps among them were untrained militiamen—have killed dozens of orcs and captured orc prisoners?

"It's true... It's from that beast population. We knew that they would send troops to sweep the Wild West. That's why we decided to come here to help you resist the orcs, and at the same time find a way to unite against the orcs; in addition, tell you A thankful piece of news, thousands of survivors have been imprisoned in Stormwind City and forced to work for the orcs; and there are only a few hundred orc soldiers left in Stormwind...If we can wipe out this orc army that entered the Westfall , Maybe we can take back Stormwind City and rescue those compatriots."

Malone replied.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Warrant Officer Okur said loudly, he only felt his blood boiled right now, and seemed to have found the urge to fight when he was under Marshal Lothar's crusade against bandits, murlocs, and jackals.

In the past few months, the survivors in the Westfall were in the same state as Malone and others. They knew nothing about what happened in Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest. They could only find a way to survive in panic. .

But now, Malone brought exciting news-there are not many orcs in Stormwind, and there are still a considerable number of survivors waiting to be rescued.

As a soldier, especially the soldier who once served under Anduin Lothar, Warrant Officer Okur will never forget his mission-he missed the battle to defend Stormwind, but now he sees the recapture of Stormwind. Hope.

"I will do my best to support your battle, Sir Lothar; from now on, all one hundred and fifty militiamen in Moonbrook will obey your command-even though they have never been on the battlefield, I believe them It will definitely come in handy."

Sir Elgardin also said excitedly-before he was unwilling to take the goblin ship to leave the Westfall, it was just an old man's nostalgia for his hometown-sometimes, after you have lived in your hometown for decades.You would rather die than want to leave here.

Now Sir Elgardin doesn't want to leave Westfall—he thinks he, and all the survivors—whether it is the survivors of Moonbrook or the survivors of Nightfall.All have the responsibility and obligation to rescue those compatriots who are still trapped in Stormwind and enslaved by the orcs.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, even if it will pay the price of blood, Sir Elgardin will support the decision of the young Sir Lothar before him-because human beings will never give up-no matter if it is the hope of survival , Or mutual support.

"Thank you for your support. Sir Elgardin, and Warrant Officer Okur, thank you."

Ma Long said sincerely.

"Don’t thank me, Sir Lothar...If I’m not too old to walk, I’ll take my saber and walk with you on the battlefield; don’t look at me like this, when I was young, I am the best fencer in the Westfall!"

Sir Elgardin laughed and said-after months of panic and restlessness, and now finally saw the hope of counterattack, in the heart of the elderly jazz.How can we not rekindle the young flame?

"But... what about those goblins?"

McLaren spoke suddenly.

"Those goblins... we won't leave, I'll talk to them and let them go."

Warrant Officer Okur thought for a while before he made his own decision; if Stormwind is indeed taken back—and from the intelligence provided by the young Lord Lothar, it is very likely—there is no need to force it. The survivors of the Westfall have left their hometowns; after all, they will definitely need a lot of manpower after retaking Stormwind City.

"What goblin?"

Malone listened to the conversation between McLaren and Warrant Officer Okur, and quickly asked-in Sentinel Hill before, he didn't see exactly what the goblin had written in the letter.

"That's it, those goblins plan to..."

Warrant Officer Okur did not intend to hide anything.Simply stated the purpose of Lacrosse and other goblins coming to the Westfall.

"Goblins are willing to send our people to Booty Bay at such a low price? There is...isn't something wrong?"

Malone asked with a frown after hearing the words of Warrant Officer Okur.

"It's true...the prices offered by the goblins are too low, so low...as if they are begging us, not we are begging them...the more important question is...they say they are returning home . But did not bring the return cargo, this is not like the way goblins do."

McLaren also said worriedly.

"Maybe... you survivors are their return goods?"

On a whim, Malone came out.

"what?"

McLaren was stunned and asked incomprehensibly.

Not only the tax officer of Sentinel Hill, but even Warrant Officer Okur.Sir Elgardin, or Paul, Robin, and De Jong did not understand Malone's meaning.

Ma Long didn't know why he had such an idea, but when he mentioned goblins, he thought of those unscrupulous capitalists on the earth, and his thinking further extended, and he thought of the notorious era of black slave trafficking.

Although it was just a whim at the beginning, the more Ma Long thought about it, the more he realized it was possible-Moon Creek Town had thousands of survivors, but only a few hundred soldiers; once the goblin fleet transported these humans to the treasure Gulf, then what happens next, these human beings can't control their own destiny at all.

"We don't have time to care about those goblins...but we can't just let them go back... let's control them first."

Malone said.

"it is good."

Warrant Officer Okur nodded—he once regarded the goblins as the last straw for survivors in the Westfall. Neither Sir Elgardin nor McLaren could persuade him; but Malone’s identity was completely different. Warrant Officer Okur now believes that Malone is Marshal Lothar's nephew, and his respect for the old officer makes it easy for him to obey Malone's command.

"Paul, you take people to control those goblins, don't let them run."

Ma Long ordered.

"Yes, Chief Lothar."

Paul said loudly, and then turned to leave the room.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

Warrant Lieutenant Okur said-his soldiers are still confronting the men brought by Malone, and someone has to explain the current situation to those soldiers.(To be continued.)

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"Wait... Warrant Officer Okur, you'd better stay. Regarding the deployment of Moonbrook Town, I think we still need to discuss."