My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Tiffany put her hand on the table in front of her, propped up her beautiful face; the little flame on the wick of the oil lamp pulsed, emitting a dim light, shining on the girl’s delicate face, tall and straight The bridge of the nose reflected a vague silhouette, dim and seductive.

Malone tried his best to focus his attention on the food in his hand and the content of his narration-he finally understood that in the world of Azeroth without him, Tiffany was able to become the queen of Stormwind. Perhaps it’s not just because of the status of the Ellaran family in the upper class of Stormwind—after coming to this world, Ma Long has never seen the famous "High King" Varian Wrynn; but he believed, In the face of Tiffany, there is no normal man who does not want this meek and beautiful girl to be his wife.

"Ma Long... can we return to Stormwind City?"

Suddenly, Tiffany interrupted Malone's words-her voice was confused, just like all the human survivors in the southern part of the continent.

Before today, even though Tiffany was the temporary pastor of Yuexi Town, farmers and townspeople went to the church to ask for her help every day, and she couldn't be free for a moment.(To be continued.)

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But every night after returning to her residence from the church, Tiffany would be too scared to sleep-she was just a weak girl, although lucky to leave before the terrible group of orcs arrived in Stormwind, but I had to be trapped in a strange place in Yuexi Town, far away from my parents and other relatives.

Tiffany was really worried that she would never see her parents again, but Ma Long's arrival gave her a little hope.

After the battle between the soldiers and the orcs in Moonbrook was over, hundreds of wounded soldiers were taken to the church; Tiffany worked in the church for several hours before she was assisted by some peasant women who volunteered to help. Next, I can barely deal with the injuries of those soldiers.

Tiffany knew that Moonbrook Town had paid a heavy price in this battle, but she never saw the confusion on the faces of the soldiers.

From the mouths of the wounded soldiers, Tiffany heard her fiancé’s name—all the soldiers were excited about the arrival of Marlon Lothar. They believed that under the leadership of this young Sir Lothar, one day, The brutal orcs will be driven out of their land.

Tiffany was happy for her fiancé—she knew that not all young nobles could be loved by civilians and soldiers; but at the same time, a little worry was born in the girl's heart.

At this moment, after talking with Malone for a while, Tiffany finally asked this question that she cared most.

"Of course, we will return to Stormwind City. Believe me, that day is not far away."

Malone was already full and he wiped his greasy hands and mouth with the napkin in the basket, and then answered Tiffany's question.

"But, but... Malone, are you in danger? In today's battle, many people... all died..."

Tiffany looked at her fiancé worriedly-she knew that Malone was not injured today, but she also knew that there were no lucky people on the battlefield; the brutality of the orcs was passed on by the wounded and the refugees from Stormwind. Although she wanted to return to Stormwind City, Tiffany didn't want to see her fiancé having an accident in the battle with the orcs.

"Yes, many people are dead..."

Ma Long nodded sadly and was silent.

Tonight's Yuexi Town is not peaceful--even though the night is dark now, Ma Long can still vaguely hear the crying echoes in the town.

Not long ago, hundreds of families lost their husbands, fathers, or sons forever, and hundreds of brave soldiers could no longer return to their homes and their loved ones—they fought. Died at the door of his own home, and paid the price of his life to protect the safety of his loved ones.

Since the end of this battle, Ma Long has been thinking about whether there is any way to effectively avoid greater casualties. It is not the end of his mission to bring these survivors of Moonbrook back to Nightlight Town. In the city, there are thousands of prisoners waiting for rescue.

Although the orcs have not killed the captives in the past few months, the situation has changed now-the orcs have begun to search for food in the Westfall, indicating that there are not many supplies in Stormwind City-once The supplies there were evacuated, and for the orcs, the survival of the captives was a little less meaningful.

More importantly, sooner or later, those orcs will find a large number of their compatriots who died in the Westfall—Malone can’t guarantee that after seeing the corpses of hundreds of orcs, those who stayed in Stormwind will not Anger was vented on the heads of the captives.

Ma Long wanted to rescue the prisoners in Stormwind, but he knew that neither Moonbrook nor Nightbrook could withstand more casualties.

Malone is not his "uncle" Anduin Lothar, he still can't face death with the cruelty of iron and blood; if he doesn't want more human soldiers to die, he has to rescue the prisoners trapped in Stormwind. ... Ma Long began to think about whether he could do more than he thought in this task?

"Ma Long! Ma Long? What are you thinking?"

Tiffany's voice pulled Malone from his thoughts back to reality, and he saw the girl's face with a bit of savory expression.

"Ma Long, you... are you thinking of her again?"

Tiffany asked unwillingly—she didn't want to mention that name, but neither she nor Malone knew that she was referring to Altea in the night town.

"No...Tiffany, I am also a soldier, a soldier...I don't think about this kind of childish love every moment..."

While denying Tiffany's guess, Malone said helplessly-as if in Tiffany's eyes, all he did every day was eating and sleeping and thinking about Altea.

"Oh, oh... that's it... hug, sorry... I was thinking about it... oh yes! This, the wine from Sir Ergardin! Would you like some?"

After hearing Malone’s words, Tiffany blushed immediately-she knew she shouldn’t mention Altea in front of Malone, but she couldn’t help thinking about these things...

In a panic, Tiffany explained, grabbing a tin kettle on the table with her hand, and then said to Malone with a thought.

"drink?"

Speaking of wine, Ma Long thought of the astringent things he had drunk in Yese Town—he didn’t have much expectations for wine in this world—he didn’t have any on earth or here. Grow up enough "taste buds" to appreciate wine.

"Yes, yes! Hehe... I remember that when we were young, we secretly drank the treasures in my father's wine cellar!"

Tiffany stood up and poured the wine in the tin jug into the wooden cup in front of Malone, while softly recalling the naughty past of her and Malone when they were young-memories, maybe the only fiance who can put her and her Things that are linked together.

"It's not wine, so you can taste it..."

Ma Long held up the glass in front of him, and said carefully-the wine in the glass was orange, and it looked like it should be beer made from wheat.

"Yeah... Malone, don't you like to drink wine? Well, I get it!"

Tiffany put down the kettle in her hand and said seriously-she feels she knows more about Malone-even though Tiffany's new knowledge of Malone tonight is not enough to offset the two people's past period of time. But Tiffany believes that the future will get better and better.

Just like fine wine, the more years it is stored, the more mellow it will be-Tiffany believes that the ten years of childhood sweethearts between herself and Malone will never lose to the few months of romance between him and that Miss Altea!(To be continued.)

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When Ma Long opened his eyes from his sleep, he saw a dazzling white light-unlike the depressing and dark environment in Night Town, Yuexi Town was a sunny place.

But the sun was too bright, so Malone realized that he must have overslept; he turned over from the bed/sit up, and found his blood-stained plate armor lying on the floor beside his feet.

"Uh……"

Ma Long helped his forehead and felt a slight pain-he had a drink last night and it seems that he has not fully woken up yet.

The sound of even breathing came from the opposite side of Malone. He shook his head, refocusing his somewhat distracted eyes, and then saw Tiffany sleeping on the bed opposite to him.

The long golden hair was scattered on the pillow, centered on the girl’s delicate face, like a blooming tulip; the thin silk quilt was not filled with cotton, and was gently placed on Tiffany’s On her body, she couldn't hide her exquisite curves at all.

The girl puts her hands on the quilt, clutching the top edge of the quilt tightly; on her peaceful sleeping face, her little pink mouth pours slightly, her delicate eyebrows are slightly raised, she wonders if she is sleeping I thought of something unhappy.

As soon as he woke up, he saw such a sleeping beauty. Ma Long felt that a certain part of his body seemed a little uncontrollable; he flicked his finger towards his hips/downs with a flick of his fingers, and it hurt himself. He grinned, then picked up his armor piled on the floor with a wry smile.

Quietly slipped out of Tiffany's bedroom, Malone closed the door of the room, and then put on his armor at the top of the stairs-although it still made a clanging sound, it was better than waking Tiffany inside the room. Much better.

Going down the stairs gently, there was no one in the living room; rolls of bedding were piled up in the corner, and Malone knew that old Jim and other Tiffany guards should have used these beddings on the floor.

Two Tiffany's guards stood by the door of the room, and when they saw Malone, their faces showed friendly smiles.

"Sir Lothar, good morning."

A guard nodded to Malone and said.

"It's already morning? By the way, where's Uncle Jim?"

Ma Long asked in surprise.