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Despite the excitement, the sleepiness and exhaustion, as well as the mental stress of being frightened, kept Althea at bay as long as she had been last night.

When Malone opened his eyes, he felt something lying on his lap, propped himself up and looked at it, only to find that Althea was lying on his side with her arms and head resting on her lap, sleeping soundly.

"This silly girl ......"

Marlon smiled wryly and shook his head - he didn't know how long Althea had been asleep, but fortunately this was the territory of the wolves, because he had subdued the wolf king Rubos, and the refugee team was relatively safe here, otherwise it would be bad if something really happened.

Glad that he hadn't overslept, Malone shook his head to sober up a bit, and then prepared to continue his vigil.

Perhaps because the slight movement disturbed Althea's sleep, the girl let out a slight low moan, and the body lying next to Malone also squirmed slightly.

It was this soft groan that made Marlon's attention focus on Althea's body, and then never left.

Althea's sleepy face was covered by her short black hair, and the half-clump of fullness on one side of the girl's chest was slightly squeezed on the side of Marlon's leg because of the side-lying position, and the elasticity and fullness could make almost any man confused - if he was a normal man.

Looking down at Althea's two slender lotus arms, the slender waist contracted as if it had suddenly broken under the chest; Under the bulging moon/buttocks, two ** stretched straight to the end of the grass, and a pair of small leather boots blocked Ma Long's gaze, but could not hide his imagination of the petite and delicate jade feet.

Ma Long's breathing gradually became a little shorter - in the dead of night, lonely/male/widowed/female, Malone felt like a load of dry firewood, about to ignite a raging fire......

"Woo!"

A short, rapid whimper woke Malone from his agitated state, and he was surprised to see a huge shadow in the night trotting over the wooden fence not far away.

It was Ruboth, the silvery-white - though not clear in the darkness - the wolf king had returned from foraging.

Marlon was relieved by the arrival of Rubos, who had almost done something to the sleeping Althea; Although Malone guessed that even if something did happen, maybe Althea wouldn't mind, he knew that now was not the right time.

"Full?"

Malone touched Rubos's head, who was meekly lying on the ground against his body and arched his thighs as a sign of intimacy.

At Rubos's mouth, Malone found traces of blood that had not yet dried up; He didn't know if the bloodstain belonged to a hare or a long-eared deer, but Marlon wouldn't be surprised if Rubes had hunted a brown bear.

When a wolf is so large in size, it's hard to say that it's no match for a brown bear.

I don't know if it's always been like this, or if it's the sequelae of being tamed by himself, Marlon found that Rubes was indeed a little lazy; Not long after returning from foraging, it leaned on Marlon's body and began to close its eyes to recuperate.

On Marlon's left leg lies the sleeping Althea, and on the right leg lies the lazy wolf king Rubos; While gently stroking the soft fur on Rubos's neck to make it purr comfortably, Marlon thought about his future.

The Orcs had just captured Stormwind, and it was still about two years before they went north and fought and lost the Copperbeard Dwarves of Ironforge, the Black Iron Dwarves of the Burning Plains, and the human kingdoms and High Elves further north.

In the past two years, Malone really doubts that he will have enough strength to make these refugees live better in Nighttown, and arrive at Blackstone Mountain to save his "uncle" Anduin Lothar before the final battle.

Although there is a system where you can choose skills, but the heroic deeds of single-handedly killing seven in and seven out in the orc army, Ma Long can only think about it, and really want to do it, after all, there is not much certainty.

And he can't guarantee that he will find Anduin Lothar on the battlefield at the first time, if he wants to change the trend of this war, Malone feels that he had better be able to master an army before the final decisive battle.

It's not a small detachment like the Westspring Garrison, but a real army with enough numbers to change the tide of battle and enough fighting spirit to fight the orcs.

Although Elo Eberlock decided to start forming a militia after arriving in Nighttown, this refugee team only had less than 300 people in total, and even if all the strong men were pulled out, there would not be enough of 100 people, and it would definitely not be enough.

There are still enough remnants in the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, and if these remnants can be integrated, Marlon believes that it must be a powerful force.

However, this is easier said than done, and the Western Wilds, Elwyn Forest, and even the Twilight Forest are all inevitably visited by orc patrols, and it is undoubtedly difficult to fight the orc forces left behind in the land of Stormwind while saving the other remnants from their hands.

For example, the farmers and ranchers who had no way to leave the western wilderness must have been in a mess, and there is no telling how many of them will be able to escape to the remote seashore before the orcs send troops to loot the food there.

However, Malone could not do anything about it, because although the Twilight Forest and the Western Wilderness bordered, there was also a trip of at least half a month, and Malone believed that he had enough status and prestige to integrate those panicked remnants, but at this time he was beyond his reach.

After all, Marlon had chosen an unhelpful "arcane language" at the beginning, and if the mage skill he chose was "teleportation", then he could do a lot more.

With worries about those remnants, Marlon thought hard about the way out in the future, but he had no clue when he thought about it when the sky was just dawning.

……

"Hmm~"

With a soft groan, Althea slowly opened her eyes, and then panicked to find herself lying on Marlon's lap again.

"Yikes! Malone! This one...... We ......"

Althea hurriedly bounced off Marlon's body and said in a panic; The two plumps on her chest jumped slightly under the wrapping of tight leather armor, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Marlon really wouldn't have imagined that Althea still had such "agile" skills.

"What's wrong? Tell me upfront, I didn't take advantage of you. ”

Malone smiled and stood up, then raised his hands to prove his innocence.