"That's it...... It's not the same! ”

Althea was ashamed to cover her sunset-pink cheeks with her hands, and her voice as thin as a mosquito was barely audible to the laughter of several West Springs garrisons.

"What are you talking about?"

Malone walked over from the side, gently shaking his hands that had just been washed in the river.

"Nope! It's nothing! What do we do next, Sir Lothar? ”

Paul hurriedly scrambled to cover up.

It's funny to laugh with Althea and see how embarrassed she looks; But if it makes Chief Lothar embarrassed, it will be the brothers themselves who will suffer!

-- Paul was clear enough about this simple truth.

"These gnolls...... Although it has been dispersed by us, it means that it is not safe. I suppose we should divide up and look around the neighborhood to find a shallow place where the water is shallow and allow the army to cross the Elwin River! ”

Malone said in a worried tone.

If it had been before the orcs had come to the world of Azeroth, a gnoll tribe of this size would not be enough to threaten a human town; But now, it is entirely possible for a few dozen gnolls to inflict casualties on a refugee contingent of no more than three hundred people, which Malone does not want to see.

"Survey the depths of the water? Then we need some sticks......"

Paul nodded with a deep groan, then swept the spear in his hand—this thing was the perfect fit.

"Well, a spear, or something else...... We worked in groups of two, going our separate ways, and I ......"

Marlon took the handkerchief Althea handed him, wiped off the water on his hands, and began to assign tasks to everyone.

"Chief Lothar, you're in a team with Lady Althea, we can form a team ourselves, haha!"

Paul finally couldn't help but think of the funny, he shouted loudly, and then laughed and ran away with a few other soldiers from the Westspring garrison.

"Malone, what are they laughing at?"

Althea took her handkerchief from Marlon's hand, twisted it gently, and then put it into the bag on her waist babyishly, looked at Marlon curiously and asked.

"Nothing...... A bunch of bastards ......"

Malone shook his head, sighed helplessly, then looked around, picked up a slender stabbing sword in the gnoll's camp, and turned to walk in the direction of the lower reaches of the river.

"Wait for me!"

Althea hurriedly trotted to catch up with Marlon and followed closely behind him.

Although the orc army had been wreaking havoc in Stormwind for a week, on the banks of the distant Elwyn River, there was no difference between Qiē and before the outbreak of war.

The lush green grass, the clear stream, the brisk birdsong in the small trees, and the secluded/deep and mysterious twilight forest on the other side of the river, if it weren't for the unpleasant smell of blood on his body, Malone would almost have thought he was outing here.

"It's so beautiful here!"

Girls are always a little more sensual at times like these, and Althea's steps are light and graceful, and she praises with joy as she looks around at the vibrant nature.

"Althea, haven't you been here before?"

Malone asked in some surprise.

Although it was the first time that Ma Long, a modern man, had witnessed such a pristine nature, the body he occupied, the young Sir Lothar, had also come here with his friends.

Altea, a native of Stormwind City, has never been to the banks of the Elwin River, which is indeed a very strange thing in Malone's opinion.

"No...... When I was very young, I went with my father to the Northshire Abbey, and when Stormwind fell, my father and I were treating the people there in the suburbs, and when the news came, everyone was in a panic, and it was my father and Uncle Richard who gathered everyone together and ran south together, until we met Sir Lothar and your army. ”

Althea said with some regret that in her past life, the teachings of nuns and the Light had occupied an important part of her life.

This kind of experience has given her few opportunities to travel around, and of course, she has never seen a young and brave Stormwind officer like Xiang Marlon.

"It's not an army, it's just a small garrison...... If I had an army, maybe I could help Uncle Anduin reclaim Stormwind. ”

Marlon shook his head and said regretfully.

The orc invasion of the world of Azeroth didn't happen yesterday, but some years ago.

At first, the barbaric invaders did not launch a major attack on the humans, and the armies of both sides were at a stalemate in the Wraithlands, and Anduin Lothar himself led the attack, almost destroying the orc army in Stoned in the Swamp of Sorrow.

However, when Anduin Lothar sent an army to Karazhan to get rid of Medivan, the fallen guardian of the Orcs, civil strife broke out among the Orcs, and the more cunning and strategic Hammer of Orgrim Destroyer replaced the Black Hand as the Grand Chief of the Horde.

Orgrim Destroyer's Hammer sent Garona, a half-orc, half-draenei, to assassinate Stormwind's king, Ryan Ureon, and breached Stormwind's gates while the city was in turmoil.

Unable to expel the orc army that had already established himself in Stormwind, Anduin Lothar had hurried back from Karazhan, so he could only take the young prince Varian Ureon and as many of the Stormwind citizens as possible north to Lordaeron.

These experiences may not even be clear to the humans and orcs in it, but Malone knows it very well; However, when he came to this world, it was too late.

In the territory of Stormwind, there are still many humans who have not left here, and the orc army may soon move north, but before that, how long they will sweep this land, even Marlon does not have an accurate number.

Perhaps many humans will become captives of the orcs, driven north with them, reduced to slavery and labor; Malone knew this well, but there was nothing he could do.

Being able to ensure the safety of the refugee team led by Elo Eberlock was already the limit of what Malone and his Xiquan garrison could do.

As for the other human refugees, we can only hope that they will be able to unite soon, and at least survive until the day when Anduin Lothar leads the coalition forces of the northern human kingdom to return from the slaughter.

Returning to reality from the regretful memories, Malone stopped moving forward and walked towards the banks of the Elwyn River, standing on the bank of the river, plunging his bayonet sword into the river in front of him.

"Marlon, what are you doing?"

Althea leaned over to Marlon and asked curiously.