Throwing their canoes and rafts in the river, Malone and his soldiers climbed the high slopes and set out into the western wilderness; There is no map here in Marlon Shou Oh, but ...... Robin grew up in the Wild West and became a soldier after losing his parents.

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"Where are we? Where can I find the survivors? Malone turned his head and asked Robin—he didn't have a telescope, and the vast plains of the Western Wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, and it seemed to him that everywhere was the same.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is supposed to be the middle of the Wild West; The largest settlement is to the west of us, where is Sentinel Ridge; There was also a garrison there, but it was several times larger than the West Spring Fortress. ”

"On top of that, the farmers are scattered all over the farm, and the next settlement is on the southwest side of the sea, which is at least a few days away." Robin said to Malone while reminiscing earnestly.

"Let's go, let's go to Sentinel Ridge first." Malone nodded—although it was not clear what was going on in the land, at least, they had reached the Wild West; Now, we can only hope that those orcs haven't had time to touch this land!

…… After leaving the canoes and rafts, both the Westspring garrison and the militia of Nightshade put on their armor - the land was obviously not safe, they could encounter the orcs at any time, and if they were unprepared, it would be tantamount to death.

☆☆ Marlon carried his handy weapon this time - the two-handed sword he brought with him at Westspring Fortress was broken in the battle with the orcs, but he found a new one in the warehouse in Nighttown.

Marlon hung his two-handed sword with its scabbard on his waist - at first he thought it was imposing, but soon he suffered from the long blade that always hit his calf.

The Western Wilderness and the Twilight Forest, despite their proximity, have different climates; The monsoon swept across the field without hindrance, and the sun shone on the heads of Malone and others, **spicy, making people sweat profusely.

"Something isn't quite right." De Jong walked up to Ma Long's side and whispered - although this man from Lakeside Town is not a soldier and is not young, he has a deep blood feud with the orcs, and even Ma Long has no reason to refuse to let him participate in this operation - not to mention, De Jong has a wealth of experience and can help Ma Long a lot.

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"Well, it doesn't seem to be lifeless." Marlon nodded, worried—he suspected that he and his soldiers might be late, and that the orcs might have been to the Wild West before—at least, they should have been.

Even if the population of the western wilderness is not dense, it should not be like now, walking for almost half a day, and not a single figure can be seen; What's more, not only humans, but also the gnolls that usually roam here are gone.

It stands to reason that without the intrusion of the Stormwind army, those gnolls should be active soon; But now they don't—maybe after the humans, the orcs don't like this bunch very much.

…… After walking forward for a while, Malone and the others finally saw a farm in front of them. The doors of a small blue-painted house were wide open, and the bare chimney pointed to the sky alone; Two thatched and planked granaries stood not far from the house, and a large low fence enclosed a large area of reclaimed land around the house and the granary.

"Be on your guard." Marlon passed his orders, one hand gripping the hilt of the two-handed sword at his waist - there might be a farmer enjoying lunch on this farm, or a few heavily armed orcs.

Under the leadership of Ma Long, the militiamen clenched their weapons and dispersed, surrounding the house, but they did not rush in.

"There is no sign of the land being deserted." De Jong opened his mouth and said—before the orcs invaded, he was a farmer in Lakeside Town, and he could tell at a glance whether the farmland not far away had been tampered with recently.

"Hmm...... Paul, take two groups to the granary. Malone nodded, commanded Paul, and walked to the house himself.

"Anyone? I'm Ser Marlon Lothar of Stormwind! Anyone? Marlon shouted from a distance from the house - while most orcs like hand-to-hand combat, there are also some orcs - such as those from the Thunder King clan who are good at using throwing weapons, and the necessary precautions are still needed.

However, there was no response from the house. From this angle, Malone could not see the scene in the house; So he waved his hand, and Robin immediately moved towards the house with a few of the Nightshade militiamen.

Approaching the house, Robin quickly straightened up, drew his one-handed sword, and slammed into the door; The rest of the Nightshade militia were a little slower, but they followed closely behind Robin.

Marlon ordered the rest of the soldiers to stand by and led Rubous into the room—he had a sense of foreboding, and from the very beginning, Rubus had been manic—the Twilight Wolf King's performance after smelling blood.

The house is a typical peasant house, with a large entrance to the dining room, kitchen and pantry on the left and a bedroom on the right.

When Malone entered the room, Robin was in the bedroom—he was crouching on the floor, with two mutilated corpses in front of him.

Malone's speculation was eventually confirmed – but in such a mournful way.