"Together? That's not going to work...... This time is different from the past, we are likely to encounter dozens, even hundreds, of orcs, and when the time comes, I will not have the extra energy to protect you! ”

Marlon lowered his head and gently kissed Althea's forehead, persuading her. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

"I don't need Marlon's protection! I...... I can go to war too! I beat Nice last time! ”

Althea said stubbornly—after a few months, she wanted to pull out her dagger and swing it again.

"Alright, alright...... Do you think Robin didn't tell me that when we went to capture that orc captive, you were lazy around town and didn't train every day...... Now, do you think you can still beat Nice? How much do you remember about what I taught you? ”

Malone couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Althea's words, stretched out his finger and scraped the tip of the girl's nose, with a little mockery in his tone.

"I ...... I used to train with Marlon, and Robin didn't have a place for me there...... Besides, I was worried about you at that time, Ma Long, I couldn't eat every day, I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted you to come back quickly! ”

Althea's face flushed, and she tried to defend herself.

"Well, I know...... I'm also worried about Althea, you...... So, only if you stay here obediently, can I relax and fight those orcs! ”

Marlon coaxed Althea like a child.

"Good...... All right...... That...... Then tonight, I can go...... Go to ......"

Althea accepted Marlon's arrangement a little aggrieved, then lowered her head and didn't dare to look at his face, stammering to ask something, but couldn't say a complete word.

"Sleep with me?"

Marlon asked guessingly.

"Hmmm......"

Althea still didn't look up, just nodded her chin slightly.

"Of course, Althea."

Marlon knew that the girl was a little shy, so he didn't say much, but hugged Althea tighter and whispered in her ear.

……

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning, still with some gray shadows, shone through the window paper and shone on Marlon's face, he opened his eyes keenly.

Just as he wanted to get up, Malone found that his arm was pressed by something; So he stopped for a moment and looked to his side.

Althea was resting on Marlon's arm, holding his body tightly with both hands, her brows slightly frowned into a few beautiful fine lines, as if she was worried that Marlon would disappear as soon as she let go.

The girl was neatly dressed - Malone didn't do anything to her last night.

Ever since she came to Marlon's room, Althea has been clinging to Marlon, sobbing, and intermittently telling her worries and thoughts about him.

On the day that Althea and Malone confirmed their relationship, Malone left Nighttown and went to the edge of the twilight forest in the north to hunt down orc captives.

Althea, who had been worried for almost a month, finally looked forward to her lover, but after only a few days together, Marlon was about to leave again and go to the western wilderness in the southwest.

The girl's broken thoughts lasted for a long time, and she even cried several times, until finally, under the comfort of Ma Long, she fell asleep because she was too tired.

It wasn't easy to pull his arm out from under Althea's neck, and with just one move, Malone was able to use almost all of the fighting techniques that the body had learned from Anduin Lothar.

Putting on his boots, Malone took one last look at the sleeping Althea before leaving his room - though he was reluctant, he had to rescue the survivors of the Wild West, and not let the tragedy of Lakeside and Nighttown repeat there.

When Malone walked out of Vera's house, Paul and Robin were already waiting at the door.

"All ready?"

Malone asked.

"Ready, the people who went this time have already been screened, and they are all the people who have performed the best in training."

Robin replied.

Marlon nodded—that being said, he also knew that these militiamen might not be able to survive the battle with the orcs - the horror of those orcs was definitely not comparable to the usual training.

"We have one last thing to do."

Malone spoke.

"What is it? Food? Vera and the others have made a lot of bread these days, and it has been baked into rusks, which should be enough to support us to reach the western wilderness; When you get there, there should be no shortage of food. ”

Paul spoke.

"It's not food...... Robin, find a few people, go get ......"

Marlon shook his head, then called Robin to his side and commanded him.

As Marlon's words gradually finished, Robin's eyes widened, and he looked at Malone incredulously, wondering why this chief of Lothar would come up with such a solution.

"Go ahead, Robin. Paul, you go and gather all the people who are going to go this time, we still need one last training. ”

After Marlon and Robin had finished speaking, they spoke to Paul again.

……

It's not bright in the early morning, and the unique location makes it difficult for the sun to shine here; Although it was no longer dark, it was still as if there was a gray shadow.

The fifty chosen militiamen had gathered in the square, their families had not yet woken up -- they had chosen to set out early in the morning to avoid the reluctance to part, and the concern for their loved ones was far more powerful than the strength of the enemy to destroy the fighting spirit of a warrior.

"Shouldn't we go, sir, sir? Why are you still standing here? ”

A militiaman asked, stunned.

"I don't know...... Shhhh ”

Paul shook his head, then reminded his men.

……

Malone walked up to the militiamen, his gaze swept over every young face in front of him - these militiamen were only one step away from becoming real soldiers.

"We're about to go, militiamen! As you all know, in our destination, in addition to our compatriots waiting for our rescue, there will also be murderous and terrible orcs. ”

"It is these orcs who have ruined our homes and killed our compatriots...... And now, in the south of this continent, only we can stop them...... Sue me, militiamen, are you afraid to fight them? ”

Malone said loudly, a loud voice breaking the silence of the early morning in Night Town.

"Don't be afraid!"

The militiamen shouted loudly, and although their voices were a little messy, they still overshadowed Malone's volume.

More and more of the refugees in Night Town woke up from their sleep, opened the windows, stood in front of them, and quietly watched the militiamen.