"I see...... It doesn't matter, you don't have to care, Maria is very bold and won't be scared so easily...... Your daughter ......"

Marlon smiled and comforted De Jong, and just wanted to mention his daughter to ease the atmosphere, but suddenly he was stunned in place. YaNkuai

According to the habit of lingua franca, what De Jong said just now seems to be ...... "had" a daughter? What does that mean? Could it be that his daughter has ......

"My daughter, Angela, she has ...... I ......"

At this point, De Jong could not go on any longer; He covered his face with his thick palms, crouched on the ground in pain, sobbing at first, and then wailing.

"You...... Mr. de Jong, I know it's a bit of a stretch to ask, but ...... Can you tell us a little bit about what's going on in Lakeside Town? ”

Marlon put Maria in his arms on the ground, then walked up to De Jong, helped him up from the ground, and asked in a low voice while pulling De Jong, who seemed to be paralyzed from top to bottom, to find a long table and sit down.

Seeing De Jong like this, even a fool knows that something terrible must have happened in Lakeside Town, and De Jong must have lost the person closest to him in that tragedy - probably his daughter.

But Marlon had to ask such a cruel question - this was the first time in three months that the townspeople of Nightshade had known about the outside world, and no matter what the orcs had done, being able to know about it would be of great help to Malone in judging their movements and planning the future of Nightshade.

"Lakeside Town...... The orcs, they killed all the people, all the old men, all the women and the children...... All ......"

De Jong sat slumped at the table, sobbing silently, and spoke intermittently.

Orcs have created a massacre in Lakeside Town?

- Malone listened to De Jong's words, his body trembled, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

In fact, as early as three months ago, Marlon was able to realize the fate of those remnants scattered in the southern part of the continent - in this land, the orcs have absolute military superiority, the remnants are extremely scattered, and there is no unified command.

From the moment Anduin Lothar and Varian Wryon evacuated Stormwind, the fate of these remnants of the storm was already doomed to the shadow of death.

Malone knew this, but ...... When De Jong said this himself, his heart still seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand.

Feeling a little suffocated by anger and grief, Malone clenched his fists tightly, and his freshly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in his palms because of the force, leaving a few blood-colored dents.

Lakeside Town, the largest human settlement in the Red Ridge Mountains, had a population of at least 2,000 to 3,000 before the outbreak of the war, and then ...... Less than a hundred people escaped from De Jong?

- Malone couldn't forgive himself for the thought that the slaughter of the natives of Nightlight had been replicated in Lakeside Town, and was about to be, and perhaps even now, in the corners of Shining Gold, Elwyn Forest, and the Wild West.

It is true that Marlon would not do such an impulsive thing as seeking revenge on the orc army; Nor will he put the townsfolk of Nightshade in danger because of his anger.

However, Malone was unable to watch this qiē as a bystander, perhaps because of his humanitarian education, or perhaps because of the influence of Marlon Lothar's remaining soul memories - although Malone may have forbearance for the time being, and could not and could not do anything out of the ordinary, the deep sense of indebtedness and self-reproach was frantically eating away at his heart.

"Here you go!"

At this moment, a crisp child's voice broke the silence of the scene, and both Malone and De Jong temporarily broke free from the loss of control of each other's love and looked to their sides together.

"Here you go! Wipe your tears! Mom said that good children are not allowed to cry! ”

The little Maria, on her tiptoes, struggled to hand De Jong the white handkerchief in her hand; Seeing that everyone around her was looking at her, the little girl had a proud expression on her face and said loudly to them.

"I ......"

De Jong stretched out his hand and took Mary's handkerchief tremblingly; The dirt on his hands left several stains on the handkerchief at once, but he didn't notice this, just stared at the small cat pattern on the handkerchief, and opened his mouth.

……

"Dad, wipe your sweat!"

In a trance, De Jong seemed to see a smiling little girl, trying to tiptoe and handing a clean handkerchief to himself who had just plowed over a field.

"Angela! What are we going to eat at noon today! “

De Jong remembers smiling like a fool, wiping the sweat from his head and face with his daughter's handkerchief, and showing off to his fellow workers like a demonstrative--whoever has such a well-behaved and sensible daughter is the happiness of his father!

"Eat pastry and pumpkin lettuce soup today...... Oops, Daddy, you've stained my handkerchief again! “

Angela grumbled as she handed De Jong the crockpot and wooden basket in her hand, and took her sweaty handkerchief from his hand.

"I'm sorry, Angela, Daddy will wash you up when he gets back!"

De Jong said apologetically to his daughter as he hurriedly lifted the curtain from the wooden basket.

"No need, I'll wash it myself, Dad, you're so tired...... Feed! Mom said to wash your hands before eating! Really...... Dad is always so careless! “

Angela comforted her father like a little adult, and when she saw him grab the bread in the wooden basket with her dirty hands, she screamed again.

"Haha......"

De Jong laughed contentedly - his father was healthy, his wife was hardworking, his daughter was well-behaved and sensible, and his brothers lived in harmony...... In life, do you need something else?

……

"Mr. de Jong? Mr. de Jong! What happened to you? ”

Marlon looked at De Jong with some concern—he found that the refugee from Lakeside was a little worse than what the orcs were going to do next.

From the moment he had just received Maria's handkerchief, this "Monsieur de Jong" had been crying and laughing, in Marlon's words, as if he had been mentally ill.

After shouting a few words De Jong found that the other party did not respond, Malone couldn't help but want to call Ello Eberlock over - I wonder if there are any holy arts and medical techniques in this world that specialize in treating madmen?

"What? Angela? I...... You ......"

Malone's voice pulled De Jong back from the memories of the past, and he blinked, the look of astonishment on his face for a long time before fading, and then he grabbed the handkerchief he had taken from Maria and clenched it tightly.