"Got it!"

The militiamen replied loudly, then put down the raft again, and perfected their means of transport as the fishermen had instructed. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

……

Seeing that the raft was being made smoothly, Malone didn't bother with it, but walked straight to the place where the two giant trees were cut down yesterday on the edge of Night Town.

Naturally, there is also a group of refugees and militia here, who, under the command of several fishermen from Lakeside Town, are cutting holes in the trunks with axes and sickles, and then drying the inner walls of the holes with fire.

This is naturally the most strenuous work, but there are also many refugees; On either side of the giant tree were refugees squatting or kneeling with tools in their hands, and they were trying to buckle and dig into the huge trunk almost all the time; By the time Malone arrived, they had already achieved a lot of results.

Seeing Malone coming, De Jong hurriedly greeted him - I don't know if this guy slept well last night, anyway, he had two big dark circles under his eyes, either he didn't sleep well, or he got up too early.

"How long will it take to finish?"

Malone patted De Jong on the shoulder and asked.

"Before sunset tonight...... At that point, we can go into the water, and if we give us a few more days, we can add a rudder to this thing. ”

De Jong said with some regret - but not everyone has the opportunity to build such a large canoe - this is almost no different from a medium-sized ship, and as long as it is done properly, De Jong does not think that sailing on the endless sea is not a problem.

"There's not that much time...... In short, let's do my best. By the way, De Jong, you have to have a good rest, although this matter is urgent, but there is no need to be in such a hurry, people can't help but sleep! ”

Malone persuaded De Jong to say.

"Ah, this...... Actually, I didn't sleep well yesterday, but ...... It doesn't matter with rafts or canoes. ”

De Jong scratched his head in embarrassment, sawdust all over his head.

"What's going on here? Not used to it? ”

Marlon asked with some confusion.

"That's not it...... I went to look for the orc last night. ”

De Jong shook his head, and then said truthfully.

"The orc? …… You ......"

Marlon took his words back - fools know what De Jong was doing with that orc - he certainly wasn't there to talk anyway.

After asking about Stormwind from the Blackstone Orc named Mykomalon, Malone handed the orc captive to De Jong; On the one hand, this was the previous agreement, and on the other hand, Marlon didn't have time to pay attention to the orc anymore.

"What about you...... How did you torture that guy? ”

Although he knew that it might sound a little disgusting, Malone still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked.

"That guy is really the bones...... Sir Lothar, though I don't understand orc, I still admire you, because even if I could, there was probably nothing I could do with him...... No matter how I beat him, he didn't say anything, at most he snorted twice...... Eventually, I got tired and soaked it in salt water. ”

De Jong said as he gave Malone a thumbs up.

Sure enough, humans are no worse than orcs when they are crazy......

--Seeing that De Jong was still excited when he said such a thing, Ma Long could only smile bitterly in his heart and sue himself like this.

"Wait...... You say he's not so angry? ”

Malone suddenly reacted to something.

"yes, when I hit him, he just snorted...... It's really hard bones, and it's not beaten! ”

De Jong said huffingly.

Marlon was silent - although the orc did have some hard bones, he didn't think it was the main reason; He just remembered that the orc hadn't eaten since he came to Nighttown!

……

After nearly two days of rushing work, the two canoes were finally ready; Marlon and the militia and refugees, under the command of several fishermen from Lakeside Town, worked together to carry two canoes and prepare to release them into the Elwyn River to test the water.

Both canoes were not heavy, most of the trunks inside were hollowed out, the ends were charred with fire, and the joints were plastered with wet mud to prevent leakage.

Both canoes were very long, and dozens of militiamen carried them on the left and on the right, which was not too difficult; Through the overlapping forests and bushes of the Twilight Forest, Malone and the others came to the banks of the Elwin River.

It was here a few months ago that refugees burned the bodies of their fellow citizens who had died in Nightlight; To this day, some of the bones remained, and the ashes had long since been blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

The weeds were still growing luxuriantly, and standing in the knee-high weeds, Marlon watched with Elo Eberlock and the others as Paul and Robin commanded the militia to push the canoe into the water.

A few fishermen from Lakeside Town jumped into their canoes and looked around for leaks; On the other side, several light rafts were also thrown into the water and floated on the Elwin River.

"Sir Lothar, when are you going to go?"

Elo Eberlock asked.

"Set aside some time tonight to give everyone a break...... Tomorrow morning, we will set out; It's been a long time coming, and I'm afraid the orcs have set foot in the Wild West. Hopefully, the survivors there will retreat to the seashore. ”

Malone said worriedly.

"All in all...... Don't force it, and don't worry too much about our side. Beware, Sir Lothar. ”

Elo Eberlock was silent for a moment, then admonished Marlon.

"I will, I'm going to bring these people back intact. And then...... Someday, we'll be back in Stormwind, trust me. ”

Malone looked at the refugees and militiamen who were busy at the water's edge and swore an oath.

……

Dinner in the town of Tonight was a bit dull - everyone knew that from tomorrow onwards there would be a lot less people in the town - and the militia would have to send at least fifty men to the western wilderness with Malone.

Some militias with relatives will naturally stay with their relatives, and militias that have no relatives anymore...... They also gathered in groups of three or five, enjoying their last time in this quiet town.

Althea also seemed to be infected by this strong oppressive aura, and instead of sitting opposite Ma Long, she ran to Ma Long's side, leaning on his shoulder with some reluctance.

Marlon hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he didn't care about the public, but directly grabbed Althea's slender waist and hugged her into his arms.

"Marlon...... I want to go with you......"

Althea leaned against Malone's chest for a moment, then jerked her head up and said; The black pupils were full of determination.