In Marlon's mind, Anduin Lothar was a formidable warrior, a brilliant marshal, and in the young Sir Lothar's mind, his uncle was all his role model.

Anduin Lothar's younger brother was terminally ill at a young age, and before he died, he left a widow for the Lothar family.

Young Sir Lothar was not born without a hitch, he came into this world, but let the Light take his mother.

Anduin Lothar, who never married, took on the responsibility of raising his nephew to adulthood, and he did it well.

Marlon Lothar learned martial arts at a very young age, and at a young age he also studied history, art, and arithmetic at court with the prince of Stormwind, who happened to be his age, Varian Wrynn.

At an older age, Anduin Lothar sent his nephew into Stormwind's military system, and despite his prestige in the army, he allowed his nephew to start as an ordinary soldier.

Marlon Lothar's physical prowess and the more sophisticated swordsmanship he learned from his uncle, coupled with the fact that he did not hide his name, quickly became a rising star in the military world of Stormwind.

However, in order to allow his nephew to be better trained, Anduin Lothar forcibly suppressed the council's promotion of his nephew and transferred him to the Westspring Fortress.

Anduin Lothar hopes that his nephew will learn how to be a good commander and how to better train a qualified army.

The young Sir Lothar succeeded in doing so, but he failed to show it to his uncle.

The war changed the fate of all, and Anduin Lothar was now in exile on the Endless Sea, and his nephew had become a complete hostel for another soul.

But this did not affect Marlon's feelings for Anduin Lothar, although he did not say much, but from his narration, Althea still heard a lot of unusual things.

It was the yearning and respect of one man, for another, more brilliant man.

"Sir Lothar, I believe that one day you too will become a great commander like your uncle, Marshal Lothar! Definitely! ”

Althea looked at Malone and said with confidence.

The blue and white moonlight shines on Althea's waterfall-like hair, creating a strange brilliance that makes people feel intoxicated.

"Thank you, but until then, we'll have to survive the war."

Marlon smiled, Althea was just a young girl after all, and like other girls of the same age, she always had some sensual feelings.

However, Ma Long knew that the courage on the shoulders of himself and his dozen subordinates was not easy at all.

Although the orcs will soon head north, after resting in Blackstone Mountain, they will launch an attack on the races and nations of Lordaeron Subcontinent on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

But Marlon didn't know exactly how many orc troops would remain in Stormwind's territory.

Whatever the mission of these remaining armies, Malone is confident that they will not spare these remnants of humanity.

At the same time, Malone believes that there are still a large number of refugees who have survived on the land of Stormwind.

The orcs couldn't slaughter these refugees in just a few days, and Marlon wanted to save as many lives as possible if possible.

At the beginning of the game, Malone was not very sensitive to the distinction between factions; Now, however, when he actually came to Azeroth, he did not hesitate to choose the Human-Centric Alliance.

This is not only because the values of the two parties coincide with each other, but more importantly, Malone cannot ignore the residual but sincere emotions of another soul in his body.

"With Marlon and your subordinates here, it must be fine!"

Althea seems to have an optimistic, almost brainless trust in Malone.

"I'm going to be very stressed if you say that!"

Facing the girl's confident smile, Ma Long could only joke helplessly.

"Hee-hee! Then Marlon, I'm going to rest, you should go to bed early! Tomorrow, we're on our way! ”

Althea smiled sweetly at Malone again, and ran briskly to her father's tent in the center of the camp.

Ma Long, who was a little surprised, stood in place and hesitated for a long time, and the sentry Paul who had just gone to "Xiao Jie" came out of nowhere.

"Chief Lothar? Miss Althea went back like this? ”

There was an exaggerated surprise on Paul's face.

"Or else?"

Malone glanced sideways at his subordinate, and the officer's instinct made him look very unpleasantly at Paul's funny movements.

"Oh, no, I thought you would...... I've made room for you......"

Paul's rambling explanations reveal his not-so-simple intentions.

"Stop talking nonsense, give me your spear!"

Malone said to Paul in a reprimanding tone.

"Huh? What the? Oh...... What are you going to do, Sir Lothar? ”

Paul handed the spear in his hand to Marlon and asked suspiciously.

"Keep a sentry, or you will be on duty alone until dawn? So how are you going to get on the road tomorrow? Lie down and rest for a while, I'll wake you up in the middle of the night for a shift change. ”

Malone took the spear from Paul's hand and spoke to him.

"What? How can that be ......?"

Paul said with a look of surprise.

"What's not to do? Alright, don't grind around. ”

Malone interrupted Paul angrily, then took two steps forward, focusing on the movement around the camp.

Paul glanced at Malone's back, his lips squirmed twice, but he didn't say anything more, but lay down on the grass at his feet, bent one arm under his head, and closed his eyes tightly.

Marlon stood on the edge of the refugee camp, the moonlight and starlight in the sky, and the light of the sporadic bonfires in the camp behind Marlon became the only embellishment of the silent night.

Around the camp, Marlon's subordinates were also stationed in batches, although they had been running around for a day like the refugees, but as a member of the Stormwind army system, they regarded this hardship as their own glory.

As the campfire in the camp gradually goes out and the two moons slowly move to the center of the sky, Malone wakes Paul up and completes the changing of the guard.

Randomly found a piece of grass to lie down, in the fresh smell of grass, Malone closed his eyes - sleep, tomorrow, will set off.

Marlon, who soon fell into a deep sleep, has decided to influence the world called Azeroth within his power.

But at this time, he didn't know what kind of challenges he would face in the distant future; I don't know what kind of legend the weird system he is carrying will bring to this world.