"What? No, Mr. Malone, don't leave me behind......" Tiffany grabbed Malone's arm in a panic, crying in her voice. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Don't move, Tiffany." Malone hurriedly pressed Tiffany's leg to prevent her from accidentally injuring herself.

"The Great Chief of the Orcs wants to see me, and I must go, or you will be in danger. Believe me, I don't want to leave you, but I have to. ”

Malone decided to tell Tiffany the truth.

"But...... Those orcs ......"

Tiffany clutched Marlon's arm and looked out of the shed in fear.

"They will leave, and my companions will protect you until I return."

Marlon turned his head to look at the orcs, then comforted Tiffany.

Tiffany didn't speak, she stared at Marlon with her beautiful blue eyes, but the hand holding Marlon's arm loosened little by little.

"Will you ever come back? Mr. Malone. Tiffany bowed her head, tears streaming down her dress.

Seeing Tiffany's tears, Malone couldn't bear it.

Malone wanted to tell Tiffany that he wasn't leaving, but reason told him he couldn't anger Orgrim? Hammer of Doom.

The weak do not have the freedom of choice, especially in a world of killing and death.

"I'll definitely be back." Malone gently grasped Tiffany's rounded shoulders with both hands.

Although he is skin-to-skin with the girl, there is no trace of lust in Ma Long's heart - only a beast will have desire/hope in the face of such a weak girl.

"Really?" Tiffany felt the firmness in Malone's tone, and she looked up and looked at Malone, teary eyes.

"Hmm. I swear. Malone said.

"I believe in you, Mr. Malone." Tiffany nodded.

"Then I'm leaving. Do not move around, lest you be hurt again. ”

Malone let go of his hand and pointed at Tiffany's ankle.

"Well, you have to be careful, Mr. Malone. I'll wait for you to come back. Tiffany nodded obediently, and then secretly wiped away her tears.

Malone stood up and returned to Tyrone? Blood Fiend's side.

"Let's go." He said.

Ma Longtou followed Tyrone without looking back? Bloodseeker and Tarbek left the wooden shed where Tiffany was, but his heart was not at all.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Such a simple sentence made Ma Long, who had no thoughts when he touched Tiffany's body, shake his heart.

If it was so warm, it should have appeared in a more appropriate place; But now, Tiffany can only wait for herself in this tattered, leaky place.

I'm going to take her away—Marlon swore again in his heart—no matter what the cost.

Such a girl, she should live in flowers and laughter, instead of staying in such a dirty place and washing her face with tears.

"Let's go back, mission accomplished."

Tabek said to his orcs.

"Look out for this place, you men, and let no one enter, not including yourselves, until I return. Do you understand? ”

Tyrone? Bloodseeker said to several Death Knights.

Marlon, on the other hand, stopped at the door of the shed—a few pieces of canvas had been torn off by the orc soldiers and thrown to the ground.

Malone picked up the canvas from the ground, turned around, smiled at Tiffany who was staring at him, and jumped up to hang it up again.

Tiffany's face was hidden behind the canvas, and Malone patted the dust off her hands.

- I can't keep her in a safe place, but at least give her a relatively safe view!

Seeing a couple of Death Knights walking towards the shed, Malone knew they were Tyrone? The Blood Demon Sect's guards here.

"Don't let anyone hurt her, if you're negligent...... I will never let you go. ”

Marlon said viciously to the Death Knights.

Although Malone knew that he was wrong to say this - if he angered the death knights, what could Malone do to stop them from hurting Tiffany?

But Malone still couldn't hold back, his heart was filled with hatred for his incompetence and longing for power, these emotions mixed together, making him feel depressed.

The Death Knights raised their heads and glanced at Marlon, but didn't say anything - they were like real dead people, who seemed to only know how to execute Tyrone? Bloodseeker's orders, and no concern for anything else.

Malone was bored, shook his head, and stepped out to chase Tyrone? Bloodseeker's Footsteps.

"Here's this, McColmalone."

Seeing Marlone follow, Tyrone? Bloodseeker pulled out a large piece of cloth out of nowhere, and it looked like it had been made by tearing his clothes apart.

"What is this?"

Malone took it, and he glanced at the piece of cloth with a wave of nausea.

There is still blood on the cloth, is it Tyrone again? The Bloodfiend was ripped off some dead man.

"Wrap your face around me. We need to take this with us when we walk in the orc camp, so that some blind orcs don't attack us. ”

Tyrone? The Blood Demon explained as he demonstrated to Marlon.

Although I am disgusted by this kind of cloth with the smell of blood, Marlon still follows Tyrone? At the request of the Blood Fiend, he wrapped the cloth around his face, revealing only his eyes.

Rounding the hill, Tyrone? Surrounded by more than twenty orcs, Bloodfiend and Marlon followed Tabek briskly to the depths of the orc camp.

Most of the orcs had finished their breakfast, and they sat idly on the ground or by the extinguished campfire.

Few orcs sleep during the day, and these fellows who have drunk demonic blood have infinite energy waiting to vent.

The story of Marlon and the others attracted the attention of some orcs, but most of them still focused their attention on what was in front of them.

An angry roar came from the right, and Malone didn't stop, but still looked over there curiously.

The two orcs tangled up with their bare hands, and a large group of other orcs were clamoring loudly on the side.

The shoulders of the two orcs were strong, and although Malone knew that they might not have as much strength as themselves, it was like those boxing fights on Earth, where the fights between strong men were much better than those of small ones.

"They're just going to fight? Won't it hurt? "Malone whispered to Tyrone? Bloodseeker asked.

"What's the ...... They didn't use weapons. "Tyrone? Bloodseekers seem to be used to this kind of thing.

Marlon nodded noncommittally - if it were himself, he could kill someone with his bare hands without weapons, or at least beat the opponent half to death - not long ago, he had already tested it on an orc.

The orc camp is so big - that's Marlon's idea.

They spent a long time weaving through the chaotic orc camp before they reached the center of the camp, a tall mountain.