"And what about this guy? Kill him? ”

Robin pointed to the gnoll man who was trembling on his knees. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Marlon groaned for a moment - logically speaking, human soldiers don't need a reason to kill gnolls, but ......

For some reason, Malone suddenly felt a sense of compassion in his heart - maybe it was because he was also a victim, after all, this gnoll had lost everything in the orc invasion, just like the refugees in Stormwind.

"We're going to hunt down those orcs now...... It's what you call a green-skinned monster...... Do you have a place to go? ”

For the first time, Marlon walked over to the gnoll and crouched down and asked—if he could, he had decided to give the gnoll a little food and a weapon so that he could survive here—after all, judging by the gnoll's confusing narrative before, he wasn't the kind of bandit who liked to raid and raid humans everywhere.

"Yes...... Other...... Close relatives! Over there! Defection! ”

The gnoll slowly stopped shivering, he stood up, thought with his head down, and then shouted loudly.

Marlon also stood up—he was astonished to see that the gnoll was almost as tall as himself; This size is definitely a giant among the gnolls, and it ...... It seems that this gnolll is still out of the underage stage, and his body will definitely continue to grow taller.

"Go ahead."

Marlon nodded and said - he decided not to kill the gnoll.

"Kill...... Green-skinned monsters! I! I want to too! ”

To Malone's surprise, the gnoll man did not leave, but pointed to the two-handed sword that almost hung to the ground at Malone's waist, and then said firmly—yes, firmly—the ugly face of the gnoll man showed an expression that was no different from that of a human.

"You want weapons? But...... Why not run away? ”

Marlon asked in surprise - he believed that the gnolls must have known that orcs were terrible, and that they were not the brave type; Otherwise, this gnoll would not have secretly hid when the camp was attacked yesterday.

So now, what is the reason why this gnoll wants to fight those orcs?

"Regret! No...... Fight! I'd rather die! Revenge! Revenge! ”

The gnoll danced and expressed his thoughts.

"Interesting...... Give him a dagger! ”

Marlon grinned—he suddenly thought it was interesting to talk to the gnoll; So he turned around and said to Robin.

Robin, of course, couldn't understand what his chief Lothar was saying to the gnoll, but he took the dagger from his waist and threw it at the gnoll with the scabbard attached.

The gnoll hurriedly took Robin's dagger, tossed and fiddled in his hand twice, before he understood how the scabbard held the dagger in place, and half-dissolved the dagger was removed from its scabbard, and threw the leather sheath aside.

"Thank you...... Thank! ”

The gnoll muttered to Marlon, and then snorted and turned around to run south.

Malone was going to say goodbye to this gnoll man, but when he saw the other party's slightly funny actions and thought about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong.

"Wait! Where are you going? ”

Marlon hurriedly caught up with the gnoll, and grabbed him by the shoulder with one hand, trying to make him stop; But what Malone didn't expect was that this jackal's strength was quite strong, and he had to move quickly twice before he could stand firmly.

Marlon thought it was strange - the direction of his relatives that the jackal had shown him was to the north, and the south was the direction in which the orcs were heading; If this gnoll walks this way with a weapon...... Did he want to go to the orcs? So how can you catch up? And...... Even if he catches up, he can't beat it on his own!

"Chase! Green-skinned monsters! ”

The gnoll didn't attack Marlon with a weapon, but explained with a gesture with a hand that didn't hold a short sword.

"You can't catch up with them! Besides, you can't beat them! ”

Malone shook his head and said.

"South! Mankind! Camp! We, the clansmen, a lot! I can catch up! Shortcut! ”

The gnoll struggled - he had too much to explain, not only did the gnoll not have so many words in his simple language, but even his brain was a little inadequate.

"A shortcut? Where is it? ”

Marlon only noticed the only word in the gnoll's words, and he jerked out his other hand and pulled the gnoll's body over so that he was facing him.

Apparently gnolls don't brush their teeth; There was a foul smell coming from the mouth full of sharp teeth; But Marlon didn't have time to gag, because he felt that the gnoll's next words might be of great help to him.

Robin heard Marlon's question, and his expression was also lifted, and he hurried over—although he was a native of the Western Wilderness, most of his activities at that time were only near Morson's Farm, and he didn't know much about the further south; But this gnoll lives in this area, and maybe he really knows some shortcuts.

"Over there! Cave! It's a long and long ...... Human Camp! ”

The Gnoll Man really gave Malone an answer that surprised him.

He said there was a cave over there that led directly to the town of Moonstream...... Is it credible? ”

Just in case, Malone asked Robin anyway.

"The reason why it took us so long to get to Moonstream was because we wanted to bypass the mountains on the edge of the Western Wilderness...... If you can walk through the mountains, you can save at least one or two days. ”

Robin didn't know if there was such a cave, he could only assume that there was, and then give Marlon a possibility.

"It's worth a try!"

Marlon nodded excitedly, then urged the gnoll to take him to the cave he had just mentioned.

"I, no...... Gather your people! You, yourself, go! ”

What made Malone cry and laugh was that the gnoll refused his request - it turned out that this guy had to gather other gnolls and didn't want to waste time with Marlon.

But the gnoll seems to have forgotten who he is - he is a poor captive after all, with no "human rights".

Soon, under the sharp claws of Rubeus, the gnoll man could only choose to give in, and was forced to wait for the arrival of the other soldiers under Marlon under the guard of Rubles.

While Ma Long sent a few soldiers of the Xiquan garrison to urge the militia behind to catch up, he looked at the burly jackal and suddenly thought of a question.

"What's your name?"

Malone asked curiously.

"Huh...... Yikes! Ooh...... Yikes! ”

The gnoll's mouth let out a low, indecipherable roar.