My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Harry asked unclearly.

"Of course it's impossible... but we can drive some of these boats to Nightlight Town."

Robin replied that he pointed to the smaller of these pirate ships-although they are sea ships, but now the flow of the Irvine River is skyrocketing, and these middle and lower ships can also sail into the Irvine River. , Without stranding.

"Speaking of Nightstown... Almost half of the people who came out with us were killed or injured this time. I really don't know how to go back and explain to Old Elro..."

Harry lowered his head sadly and said--the soldiers of the West Springs Garrison may be used to the life and death on the battlefield, but the refugees of Nightlight Town...the brave Nightlight Town militiamen, they successfully avoided the orcs in Stormwind City However, in order to defend more human survivors, he died in the Wild West.

"They will understand, Harry. It's all about driving the group of greenskins out of our home-sacrifice is necessary, even you and me."

Robin also showed a sad look, but he appeared more determined than Harry—the deaths of those militiamen were sad, but when I thought of Tess, I thought of the Morsons and more human survivors, Robin. I felt that even if I died on the battlefield, it was worth it.

"Okay, let's not talk about this...Leave a few people to guard these boats, let's go back to business."

Harry wiped the wet marks from the corners of his eyes, then said to Robin.

"Well, go back for business, and then we can go home!"

There was a smile on Robin's face-it's been a few days since I left the night town, I don't know... Is everyone okay there?

...

Scouts have long discovered Robin's team holding a long string of goblin pirate captives, and Ma Long waited for his subordinates to return triumphantly at the entrance to the south of Moonbrook Town.

"Good job."

When he saw Robin, Malone said loudly to him.

"The plan is going well, sir Lothar, there are more than 120 goblins in total, except for a few stubborn opponents who were killed by us, the others are here."

Robin smiled shyly, then pointed to a large group of goblin pirates behind him—these pirates were downcast, and they all knew that waiting for them would not end well.

"What do we do with these goblins...pirates?"

Old Sir Elgardin stood beside Malone with a cane, and looked at the goblin captives-he felt a little unbelievable-with such a little goblin, he would dare to hit the idea of ​​so many survivors in Moonbrook Town?

"These goblins are pirates... According to the laws of Stormwind, they should be hanged."

McLaren, the tax officer of Sentinel Hill, exclaimed-he is not only familiar with financial work, but also has a lot of research on law.

"No, you can't hang us... We are goblins, and the laws of Stormwind have no effect on us!"

Lacroz stood beside Robin as the representative of the goblin captive, and he twisted his tightly bound body and shouted loudly.

"What you are stepping on is the land of mankind, and the laws of mankind are certainly valid for you.

Malone pointed this out unceremoniously.

"Maybe... but I don't think you will hang us."

Lacrosse's eyes showed a sly look, he said loudly.(To be continued.)

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"Where does your confidence come from?"

Ma Long couldn't help laughing.

"You need our boat, but a boat without sailors is a pile of rotten wood! Do you have sailors? I guess you are just a group of land-ducklings. Besides, maneuvering those sea boats is not something ordinary fishermen can do, so you need me and me ’S subordinates—they are all skilled workers at sea."

Lacloz said with bright eyes.

"You are right, I do need some sailors, but... are you a sailor?"

Malone nodded, then looked at the triumphant Lacloz and asked.

"me……"

Lacrosse was dumbfounded at once-he was of course also a sailor of the ordinary goblin chamber of commerce. After a series of struggles, he became the leader of this goblin pirate-the experience of the sailor period has long been forgotten by him. Behind the head.

Swing the rudder?Raise sail?Lacrosse didn't remember the last time he went to drive a sea ship by himself.

"So... even if your men are still useful to me, but you... goblin, you are no longer useful. Kill him, Robin. We don't have much food, and we don't have useless guys."

Malone said.

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

Robin took his orders, drew out the saber from his waist, and put it on Lacroz's neck, to cut the ugly goblin's throat.

"Don't don't! Don't kill me! I'm still useful! I...you don’t have much food, right? I can get you food! And...I only need to eat a little food, I am willing to use it. Buy it with money! Don't kill me!"

Lacrosse pleaded loudly, tears and snot flowing from his ugly green face, and it made people feel sick.

"money?"

Malone waved his hand, motioning Robin to stop.

"Yes! Money! Gold ore! We exchanged it from the Centaur tribe on the western continent! You only need to smelt a little to forge yellow gold coins! Those ore is on my ship, and I am willing to exchange them for them. My life! Of course, if you are generous enough, maybe, there is freedom..."

Lacrosse blinked and said.

"Remember this, those goblins have gold mines on their ships... As for you, goblins, those gold mines are now ours, if you want to buy your life... you better give me something else ."

Malone told Lacloz while asking McLaren, the tax officer of Sentinel Hill, to take notes about the gold mine.

"What? But those ores..."

Lacrosse's eyes widened, and he looked at Ma Long in disbelief-he had done business with humans several times, and always thought that this was a very stupid race. He didn't expect that... this cunning human would be so grandiose. My own gold mine was taken away!

"You still have three counting time, one, two..."

Ma Long didn't intend to pay attention to morality with a goblin pirate. For him, the role of the gold mine is simply negligible-life is gone, what is the use of gold?

"Wait! I...I directly take orders from the giant Razdenk, I am his subordinate! I...I know many secrets of venture capital companies, if you need it..."

La Cloz shouted loudly, for fear that Malone would not hear him.

"What is it? What is that?"

Old Sir Elgardin felt a little inexplicable.

"That is the ruler of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, one of the five princes of trade... It is not wrong to see the rumors that the goblin pirates and the Goblin Chamber of Commerce are affiliated."

McLaren, the tax officer of Sentinel Hill, explained in a low voice.

"Shut up, don't talk... Robin, lock up this guy alone, don't let him run. As for the other goblins... lock them up first."