"Marshal Lothar he...... Having made the right choice, we ...... I think even the souls of the inhabitants of this place will understand Marshal Lothar. ”

Elo Eberlock took Anduin Lothar's handwritten note from Althea, who was already a little overwhelmed, folded it gently, and sent it to Marlon.

"I know."

Malone replied softly, then took the parchment roll and stuffed it into the pocket pinned to his plate belt.

Malone couldn't help but wonder what he would do if he stayed in Anduin Lothar's position.

There was no doubt that Anduin Lothar had made the right choice, and he didn't have much time to spare, because in the end, he and his army rushed back before the orcs could completely take over Stormwind, engaging in fierce street battles with the orcs while using the navy's fleet to divert many of Stormwind's citizens.

Malone felt that even if he finally made such a choice, he would definitely delay a lot of time - and even he might make the wrong decision, preferring to delay for a short time and bury the inhabitants of Night Town - it was not certain.

The only thing that is certain is that Malone knows that there is still a long way to go between himself and Anduin Lothar - not in terms of strength or fighting skills, but in a kind of decision and trade-off that only time can make a man learn.

"Let's go, let's go to dinner, tomorrow...... There's still a lot of work to be done! ”

Marlon shook his head, pushing the thoughts out of his head, then stood up and smiled at Elo Eberlock and Althea.

"Hmmm! …… Marlon, you ...... Are you okay? ”

Althea nodded first, then asked cautiously.

"It's okay...... By the way, Althea, this is for you! ”

Marlon shook his head with a smile as he picked up the dagger from the table and handed it to Althee.

"Give it to me? But...... But I already have a dagger......"

Althea said blankly as she took the unscabbarded dagger from Malone's hand.

"Well, from now on, you'll have two!"

Malone joked, then led the way to the entrance of the room.

"But...... But ......"

Althea held the dagger in her hand, not knowing how to carry it; It wasn't until her father reminded her that Althea thought she could put the dagger here instead of holding it in her hands all the time, because it was about to become her and her father's home in Night Town.

Malone walked out of the town hall, and in the square opposite, I don't know when the long tables and benches had been set up, and the refugees gathered around the table, talking loudly, everyone with smiles on their faces.

-- In such a situation, a modest dinner was enough to delight the refugees, who had been drinking gruel for two weeks.

Nighttown is perhaps the only place in the Twilight Forest that can be seen by moonlight - most of the trees around it have been cut down, revealing the sky overhead.

The perspective of sitting on a well and watching the sky makes it impossible for Malone to see the full double moon, but the blue and white moonlight shines like water, shining in the vibrant night town.

Around the small square, several wind lanterns were hung high on the eaves of the houses, and the light mixed with the moonlight brought light to this town that had not long been dead and silent.

"Woo, woo......"

Seeing his master come out, Rubes, who was trying to turn his head to lick the tip of his tail, gave up the task, shook his head and ran to Marlon's side, arching his thighs with his body and letting out a whimpering soft.

"Let's go, let's eat...... But it's not your share! ”

Noticing that Althea and Elo Eberlock had walked out of the town hall behind him, Malone smiled and touched Rubos's head and muttered.

- It's not that Malone abused animals, although the refugee team has a little surplus of food now, but who knows how long they will stay here, if Rubos is told to let go of his belly and eat meat, the little stock in the warehouse is obviously not enough.

As for the bread...... Have you ever seen a wolf eating wheat? Why don't you tell them to graze!

"Chief Lothar, Daddy Elro!"

"Chief Lothar!"

……

When Malone walked to the small square, the soldiers of the Xiquan garrison nodded to Malone one after another; As for the other refugees, they didn't notice Malone's existence - which was exactly what Malone's wanted to see, and he didn't want anyone to be scared by Rubos.

The bearded Richard sat with the soldiers of the Westspring garrison, and Elo Eberlock sat beside his old friend.

Marlon came and sat down next to Paul, and before he could speak, the guy was already standing up.

"Ahem, Lady Altea, sit here!"

Paul said to Althea with a "good eye".

"Oh!"

Althea happily sat down next to Marlon - even though she didn't know why Paul gave up her seat, it made her feel good and made her impression of Paul a little better.

"Ahem...... Do I need to give up my seat to you? ”

Paul looked at Rubes, who was crouching behind Malone, scratched his head, and asked in a low voice.

"Haha......"

The soldiers of the Westspring garrison couldn't help but laugh, and Rubos raised his head, his brown pupils shrunk, revealing a blank look - what are these two-legged fresh meat laughing at?

"Alright, don't be poor, sit down quickly! It's okay, don't keep teasing Rubous, watch out for it biting you! ”

Malone scolded Paul with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Paul smiled dryly as he found a seat and sat down - he didn't feel embarrassed, it was important to be brave and good at fighting in the army, but it was the best shortcut to promotion if he would please his superiors!

"Vera, why haven't they come out yet...... Damn, I'm drowning myself in my saliva! ”

The bearded Richard rolled up his sleeves and said rudely.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Richard, let me ask you, how is the militia recruitment?"

Elo Eberlock comforted his old friend and took the opportunity to get down to business.

"How? What's the matter? After Sir Lothar said that, even an old man in his fifties asked me to sign up for the army...... I carefully sifted through the numbers and reduced the number to ninety people, all of whom were young men under the age of thirty. Sir Lothar, when do you think we're going to start training? Tomorrow? ”

The bearded Richard replied as he threw the topic to Malone.

"So much?"

Malone asked in surprise - the total number of refugees is less than 300, excluding the wounded, young adults actually account for one-third?

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