"Rubes! Pursue! ”

Marlon hurriedly shouted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Twilight Wolf King, who had been silently following his master before, let out a long roar of excitement after receiving Ma Long's order, and then turned into a silver-white lightning bolt, rushing out from behind Ma Long, sweeping past the stumps and broken arms and a mess in the camp, and rushed towards the moving black shadow.

"Keep up!"

Marlon waved his hand and ordered Robin and the others - perhaps in some people's eyes, corpses can also speak; But for Ma Long, who is a layman in this regard, it is more critical to be a living eyewitness.

……

Obviously, in such a vast field, there are very few things that can outrun Rubus - wolves are not known for their speed, but Rubes is so large that one step can almost catch up with two steps of a human, let alone ......

"A gnoll?"

Marlon spoke in astonishment—he and his men had sprinted hundreds of paces before they caught up with Rubous, and the one that had been held down by Rubos with his claws, and was trembling under its fangs...... Gnolls.

"How can it be a gnoll? He's in line with the group of gnolls just now? But why is he okay? ”

Robin was also a little surprised.

"Just ask."

Malone said as a matter of course.

"Ask? But...... Wait, Sir Lothar, you won't tell me, you'll still ...... Gnoll language, right? ”

Robin listened to Ma Long's words, was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a surprised expression.

"If you really want to know...... Slightly understood. ”

Malone glanced back at Robin and said vaguely.

"Worthy of Chief Lothar!"

Robin said in a tone full of reverence—first orcs, now gnolls, and Chief Lothar is indeed a learned nobleman!

Malone turned around and blocked Robin with his back...... Hot gaze - it is rare to get the heartfelt praise of his subordinates, but why is there no joy in his heart?

……

Seeing Ma Longchao coming over by himself, Rubes was very "sensible" and let go of his prey.

But the gnoll didn't seem so sensible, and as soon as Ruboth's claws left his body, the guy tried to escape; Soon, however, the agile giant wolf slapped the jackal man on the back again, knocking him on the head, and he lay on the ground humming and unable to get up.

Marlon walked over to the gnoll and crouched down, quietly activating the "Arcane Language", a "diplomatic" special skill.

"Why are you here?"

Malone asked straight to the point.

Despite speaking the lingua franca, the gnolls understood Marlon's words under the transformation of the "arcane language"; He stopped struggling, and stared at Marlon with his cloudy eyes wide, as if looking at a monster - presumably the first human in the world to speak gnoll language in Azeroth.

"Why are you here? Is that your home? ”

Seeing that the gnoll man didn't speak, Malone frowned and asked again.

"Home? Monster! Greenskin! Axe! …… Killed...... Partner! Close relatives! ”

Suddenly, the gnoll screamed loudly, and at the same time tried to get up from the ground, Marlon had to stretch out a hand, with a slight force, and pressed the strong-looking gnoll to the ground.

"What did he say?"

Robin asked, standing behind Malone.

"He belonged to that gnolls camp, and the orcs killed his companions and relatives."

Malone replied.

"Sure enough......"

Robin nodded, then closed his mouth and stopped bothering Marlon's inquiry.

"When did those green-skinned monsters attack you? Why are you okay? ”

"Yesterday! Yesterday! Monster! Killed! All friends! Partner! Killed! ”

I don't know if the gnolls were overly frightened, or if their language was like this one word after another popping out of their mouths, but there was a strange feeling in Marlon's ears anyway - as if they were talking to a child.

It took a lot of effort for Malone to ask the general story of what had happened from the gnoll's mouth - of course, some of what the gnoll said could not be understood even by relying on the "arcane language", and Marlon could only speculate.

The gnoll and his companions have always lived in the area, making a living by hunting and stealing food from humans - there are many farms in the western wilderness, and the gnolls here usually prefer to hunt and steal food from humans rather than robbing.

At this time yesterday, an orc army of a few hundred people - Marlon was skeptical of the number, but he knew it couldn't be taken seriously, because the gnolls must not have learned arithmetic - attacked the camp where the gnolls were.

The gnoll was the only survivor, he was hunting in the distance when the attack took place, and when he returned to the camp, the slaughter was nearing its end, and he was afraid of the strong and fierce "green-skinned monsters", so he just hid far away and did not return to the camp to fight them.

After the orcs left, the jackal returned to his camp and found that the other gnolls had been tortured and killed; He didn't know where to go, and he didn't want to leave these companions and relatives behind, so he kept wandering around until Marlon and them arrived.

For the gnoll, the human soldier is definitely the undoubted enemy, so the gnoll chose to flee after seeing Marlon and his party.

Helplessly in such an open area, how could two legs not outrun four legs, he was caught up by Rubes without any suspense, and then became a prisoner of Marlon.

"Which way are the orcs going?"

After Malone told the confession confessed by the jackal to Robin and the others, he asked again.

"Over there! Over there! ”

The gnoll screamed and pointed in the direction.

"That's where Mooncreek is located."

Robin spoke—he couldn't understand the Gnoll's words, but he could understand Malone's questions; Seeing that the jackal made this gesture, he could guess what he meant, and his heart sank.

Ma Long's face was also ugly - those orcs really went to Yuexi Town, although they didn't know why they were slower, and now they were only more than a day ahead of Ma Long and the others, but it was still not easy to catch up with them.

The orc's tutorial is already faster than that of humans, and even if Ma Long and the others desperately rush this day's journey, they can only expect those orcs to be delayed again for some inexplicable reason.

"Let's go, time waits for no one."

Malone gave his orders - he and the reconnaissance team needed to join up with the rest of the soldiers at once, and then do everything they could to speed them up.