Even when he stopped to catch his breath, Malone did not forget to look at the expressions of those refugees; He was relieved that the refugees' expressions had changed dramatically from before—they were looking at him expectantly, eager to hear more from their mouths.

It's not just Malone who inspires these refugees, but the attitude of the refugees also motivates Malone himself; He licked his parched lips and continued his speech, which he was not good at.

"It is not only our duty to protect you and my subordinates, but because, whether it is a commoner, a nobleman, or a soldier, from now on, we all need to live."

"Our enemies are still eyeing us, waiting to crush us in one fell swoop; They thought that killing and blood would bring us to our knees and crush our army, but they were wrong. ”

"We will live, tenaciously until that day, when humanity is victorious and the orcs ...... Just as they did to us today, rivers of blood and corpses littered the field. ”

"The orcs will soon - perhaps now - march north, and they want to destroy our allies in the north and take over the world once and for all."

"But they won't do it, we outnumber them anyway, and we want to cross the narrow sea...... No, those orcs are stupid big guys, they don't know how to build ships at all. ”

Some of the refugees burst out laughing at Malone's words - they had seen the green-skinned orcs, and as Malone said, they were sturdy enough to be called "stupid big guys."

"This group of invaders was doomed to defeat in the north, and when they fled and returned here...... We, the rebels they have ignored and forgotten, will deal them a fatal blow. ”

"For this, I, and Daddy Elo, we need a group of warriors—warriors who can really go to war, for our kingdom, for our loved ones, for our fellow citizens."

"I know you probably didn't touch spears or two-handed swords before the war broke out...... But it doesn't matter, I'll train you, just as my uncle, Marshal Anduin Lothar, trained me. ”

"One day, you will be excellent warriors, and when that time comes...... They, and many more of our compatriots who died, will end these hatreds forged with blood with our own hands! ”

Malone swung his fist vigorously, and his spit flew in the air because he was too excited; However, no one cares about such details, because they are already as enthusiastic as Ma Long.

"Revenge!"

Paul clenched the spear in his hand and waved his arm fiercely, echoing Marlone's words in a loud voice.

"Revenge!"

Robin and the other warriors of the Westspring garrison also shouted, respecting their commander from the bottom of their hearts and vowing in their hearts to be his strong support.

"Revenge! Avenge! ”

The young men - no, even some of the old refugees began to cry out - although they were long past the age of going to war, and would be out of breath even after walking a few steps, a man's enthusiasm and fighting spirit had nothing to do with his age.

Even women - women are no exception.

You see, the one who clapped her hands and jumped and cheered at the same time was not Althea, who often stuck to Marlon's side and dreamed of becoming the commander of the militia in the refugee ranks?

"We need an army...... Anyone want to sign up? ”

The bearded Richard rolled up his sleeve and grinned, then walked up to the refugee group and shouted.

"Me!"

"Count me in!"

"Don't squeeze, let me pass!"

……

The ranks of refugees, less than three hundred people, were boiling at once, and the young men were rushing towards the bearded Richard, and at this moment, no one was willing to be a coward.

- Whether it's a soldier or a peasant, when the orcs attack, they don't treat them differently, do they? In that case, why not take up arms and fight for your fate?

"I never knew that you were still an orator."

Elo Eberlock walked up to Malone, stood side by side with him, looked at the young people who were eager to sign up for the militia, and said with a smile.

"Fluke, fluke...... I was so nervous that I almost fainted......"

Malone said with a wry smile.

"Haha......"

Elo Eberlock let out a chuckle and shook his head, not saying anything.

During the cremation of the inhabitants of Nightshade - nay, much sooner - and even from the time of counting the bodies of Nighttown, Elo Eberlock felt a sense of despair enveloping the entire refugee procession.

For the past two weeks, refugees have been busy moving forward; The intense and tiring journey left them with no time to think about their situation.

And when I arrived in Night Town, when the tense mood was relieved, I saw the mountains of corpses, and I thought of those lost relatives and my own future with no future to speak of, who else could keep that faint hope?

Even the Light can only accept the dead souls in vain, and is powerless to bring the gospel to the living.

At the moment when the flames of the burned corpses rose, even Elo Eberlock himself lost faith in the future - could they have to spend the rest of their lives in fear in this dark jungle from now on?

However, Marlon's speech inspired everyone and made them understand the meaning of life anew - yes, they want to live; Only by surviving can we see the fiasco of those orcs, reunite with the relatives who may survive, and shoot the arrow of revenge at those brutal invaders.

Elo Eberlock looked at Malone beside him, and he seemed to see that this young man had a unique temperament - the temperament of a leader.

This thought surprised Elo Eberlock a little, for Malone was only a small garrison, and in terms of knighthood, he was not even as noble as Elo Eberlock's rank in becoming a priest.

Soon, however, Elo Eberlock began to rebuke himself for his short-sightedness - this Sir Lothar was no small man, and his uncle was the famous Anduin Lothar, the marshal of Stormwind.

If you go back to the family history......

A smile tugged at the corner of Elro's mouth - what an idiot, why would he be surprised by such a trivial matter?

This young Sir Lothar has the blood of Soladin the Great in his veins!

Behind Marlon and Elo Eberlock, the flames on the burning pile of corpses slowly began to extinguish; Most of the carrion was burned to the ground, leaving behind a thick layer of ash and a small amount of charred bone.

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