"There's refugees coming from the north...... Daddy Elo, Uncle Richard, get everyone back into the house; Robin, you take those militiamen to guard the town, and watch out for danger in other directions; Paul, bring with me some of the brothers from the West Springs Fortress. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info fast! ”

Malone returned to Elo Eberlock's words, and then quickly arranged the countermeasures.

"North? Refugee? Okay, I got it. ”

Echo Eberlock regained his composure from his initial consternation, nodded his head, and told Marlon not to worry.

Robin and Paul were quick to react, with the former immediately running towards the militia who didn't know what was happening, while the latter stayed behind with a few of the Westspring garrison.

"Where? Lead the way! ”

Malone commanded Tarte in a concise sentence.

"I ...... I'm going too! ”

Althea listened for a long time, when she suddenly spoke.

"You...... Well, Althea, you're behind us, be careful! ”

Malone hesitated, then nodded, and urged Tart to leave immediately.

Led by Tarte, Malone led several soldiers of the Westspring garrison, as well as Althea, to trott to the east of Nighttown.

The silver-white wolf king Rubes walked away from Maria and Vera, shook his silver-white hair, and then sprang forward, turning into a white shadow, and chased after Marlon.

……

Although Anduin Lothar sailed north to Lordaeron with most of Stormwind's army and inhabitants, leaving large swaths of land to the orcs.

But Malone has always believed that there are still many people of Stormwind who have been forgotten on this land. For the past three months, Nightshade has not been able to send out scouts to ascertain the living conditions of Stormwind refugees in other regions.

Elo Eberlock was constantly worried about the situation of the people in other regions - Lakeside, Flashgold, farms in the Wild West......

The refugees hiding in the twilight forest were not harassed by the orcs, but there was no such good hiding place in other areas.

However, Ma Long and the others could not act rashly -- the training of nearly 100 militiamen had only begun to bear fruit, and they could not go to the battlefield to fight; Once he caught the attention of the orcs, Marlon didn't have the confidence to protect the inhabitants of Night Town when the orc army arrived.

And when the worst happens, refugees have no choice but to abandon their hard-won shelter and resume their dangerous and bumpy life of escape.

This is something that no one in Nightshade wants to see, so they can only endure it in Nightshade until the day comes when they have gathered enough strength to take the first step towards the outside world.

However, things have changed now, and according to the sentry just now, other refugees have arrived near Nighttown.

The news surprised and exhilarated Marlon, who was glad to see others surviving the orc-occupied zone; However, Ma Long's heart has been forcing himself to be calm.

Considering the safety of the refugees, it was impossible for Marlon to let down all his guards and swagger to welcome those compatriots from the north into Nighttown, where they would be served with good food and drink - he had to make sure with his own eyes that there was no orc army behind this army of refugees from the north.

"That's it, Chief Lothar."

As Tart struggled to move forward, he gasped and turned back to Malone - his body felt extremely tired from the rush to and fro, but three months of training had made him grit his teeth and hold on - it was a breath of hope that sustained him.

As the road through the forest trail winded, Malone was suddenly stunned, then his face sank, and he quickened his pace.

In Malone's vision, the situation is much more dire than Tart had previously said.

Four militiamen from Night Town, heavily armed, blocked the path, and across from them was a group of men, women, and children in ragged clothes and thin faces.

"You can't go over! Wait here for a moment! ”

Harry, the leader of the militia squad, was a soldier of the West Springs garrison, his hand on the hilt of his one-handed sword at his waist, and his burly body wearing standard plate armor stood particularly tall in front of the refugees; Coupled with his booming voice, the refugees flinched back in fear.

Of course, there are also people who are not convinced.

"Let's pass! Where are you in the army? Where did you go when the orcs attacked our town? What are you doing here now? Let's pass! We needed to eat! There are also quite a few sick numbers here! ”

Some of the young refugees shouted loudly, but although they were much larger than the militia squad, no one dared to step forward and cause trouble when they saw the weapons in their hands, and at most they just shouted a few words.

"Paul, you go back, bring half of the militia here, and Daddy Erro and those priest apprentices, quick!"

Marlon saw this from afar, and he stood still, turned back to Paul, and commanded.

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

Paul still knew that there was no more nonsense to say at the critical moment, so he gave a standard military salute, then turned around and ran back the same way as fast as he could.

After Malone gave this order, he straightened his shirt that had been washed clean by Vera and strode towards his subordinates.

"Harry, what's going on? Who are these people? ”

Malone quickly came up behind Harry and asked loudly.

"Sir Lothar! These people claimed to be from Red Ridge Mountain, but I don't know if it's true or not, so I stopped them here for the time being. ”

Harry heard Malone's voice, but he didn't let his guard down, just replied succinctly.

The refugees looked panicked when they saw more heavily armed soldiers coming behind Harry; They all shrank back, and even the young men who had been shouting the most fiercely just now obediently closed their mouths.

"Don't be so nervous, Harry, they're our compatriots. Never point your weapon at these civilians, especially when they don't want to hurt them. ”

Malone patted Harry on the shoulder, soothing his emotions - the townspeople of Nighttown, including the soldiers, had been isolated from the outside world for a long time; In this place where orcs are rampant, even humans can't easily believe it.

"My name is Marlon Lothar, Anduin Lothar's nephew, and the garrison officer of Westspring Fortress. Who among you is leading? We need to talk. ”

After calming Harry, who was a little nervous, Malone shouted loudly to the cowering refugees while gesturing behind the soldiers of the West Springs garrison, signaling them to guard the path behind them.