"Tyrone, do you see Caldara?"

Seeing Tyrone Bloodfiend coming, Marlon put away his weapon and asked him about the whereabouts of the Fireblade Swordmaster. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Nope. He left very early this morning and didn't tell me where he went. I thought he was going to prepare breakfast, but it didn't seem like that...... Did he never come back? ”

Tyrone Bloodfiend stood in front of Marlon and shook his head.

"No ......"

Malone also shook his head.

The almost one-day practice did not put too much burden on Ma Long's body, compared to sparring, a person's training, whether mentally or physically, is just a pediatric.

"Maybe he has something else delayed, you know, now the orc camp is in chaos, the Great Chief has left with the Blackstone Clan, and every remaining clan is busy setting off, and there is chaos everywhere. Maybe the Fireblade Clan has something else that makes Caldara unable to get out of it. ”

Tyrone Bloodseeker said.

"Hopefully, I just hope nothing happens to Caldara."

Malone said with some concern.

"Rest assured, Zujin and his trolls have left with the Great Chieftain and will no longer be a threat to Caldara."

Tyrone Bloodseeker's information is a good comfort to Marlon.

"So, we ......"

Marlon looked at Tyrone Bloodseeker, trying to determine when he would last leave.

"Let's wait until it's dark, and wait until the orcs are asleep."

Tyrone Bloodfiend signaled to Marlon to be restless.

"Hmm."

Marlone nodded, believing that Tyrone Bloodseeker, the leader of the Death Knights, was a man worthy of Marlon's trust, both from a loyalty point of view and from an experience perspective.

"You've already told her?"

Tyrone Bloodseeker raised his chin at the wooden shed.

"Well, I said it, she's sleeping now."

Malone replied with a smile.

When he was bored from practicing alone, Malone also wanted to go back to the wooden shed and talk to Tiffany.

Unexpectedly, when the curtain was lifted, Malone saw Tiffany's delicate sleeping face - the girl was right, she did try very hard to catch up on sleep during the day, so as not to drag Malone back at night because of tiredness.

"You'll ...... later Will you be with her for a long time? I mean...... You know, McColmaron, maybe you'll need to hide from the orcs for a long time. ”

Tyrone Bloodseeker asked Marlon.

"Maybe not, what's wrong, why do you ask?"

Malone asked curiously.

"Nothing, I just wanted to remind you, McColmalone. Humans are very cunning creatures, and if the two of you are alone, it's fine, but if you meet other humans...... Well, you must be careful of this woman. ”

Tyrone Bloodseeker said to Marlon with some concern.

"Well, I will."

Malone nodded and replied.

Of course, Malone didn't believe that the kind-hearted Tiffany would hurt him, and he also knew that he wouldn't stay with Tiffany forever, and that he would send Tiffany back to Stormwind as soon as the war was over.

But Marlon didn't want to argue with Tyrone Blood Demon on this issue, so he agreed first, what to do when the time comes, it's not up to him?

Tyrone Bloodfiend didn't know that Marlon was perfunctory, and he thought that Marlon had listened to what he said.

"Let's go in and wait, there's still a long way to go."

Tyrone Bloodseeker said to Marlon.

"Hmm."

Marlone nodded, then followed Tyrone Bloodfiend into the wooden shed.

Tiffany was still asleep, with a faint smile on her face—knowing that she was about to flee this terrible place, the girl even slept sweeter than usual.

For the first time, Marlon didn't go to Tiffany's side, but sat with Tyrone Bloodseeker.

Neither Death Knight spoke, quietly enjoying their last moments together.

Marlon tilted his head and looked at Tyrone Bloodseeker

This ugly Death Knight leader he knew as soon as he came to Azeroth was the biggest reluctance in his heart before he left this orc camp.

At this moment, Malone finally had that profound experience.

Maybe orcs are more brutal and bloody than humans, maybe orcs don't have human civilization, but among orcs, there is still that kind of simple friendship, the kind of friendship that can give your life for each other.

Like Orgrim Doomhammer and Durotan, like himself and Tyrone Bloodseeker.

For the future of Tyrone Bloodfiend, Malone has done all his best.

For the rest, even if he risked disrupting the flow of time and prophecies about the future, Tyrone Bloodfiend would not believe it.

Marlon only hopes that after Orgrim's defeat, Tyrone Bloodfiend, who has fled back to the world of Draenor, can visit the Plains of Nagrand before returning with the orcs.

The sky is still blue, and the grass is still lush.

In the apocalyptic world of Draenor, perhaps it is the only paradise where the orcs can continue to survive.

Otherwise, even if Tyrone Bloodfiend does all his best, the world of Draenor will only usher in an even greater crack.

As for Caldara......

Until sunset and moonrise, the Fireblade Sword Master still did not appear.

As the noisy orc camp grew quiet, Tyrone Bloodfiend stood up, nodded to Marlon, and walked out of the wooden shed.

Marlon knew that the time was up, so he walked over to the sleeping Tiffany, and in the darkness, gently groped for Tiffany's shoulder, shaking the girl awake.

When Tiffany woke up, it was pitch black in front of her eyes, and the frightened girl couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Don't be afraid, Tiffany, it's me. It's time for us to go. ”

Malone said softly.

"Mr. Malone?"

Tiffany was stunned for a moment, then realized what Malone had said.

The girl hurriedly got up from the haystack, pulled the pair of boots that didn't fit well, and came to the outside of the wooden shed in the dark under the guidance of Ma Long.

Tyrone Bloodfiend, who had been waiting there for a long time, glanced at Tiffany, who was excited and nervous following Ma Long, and then clenched the strangely shaped stick inlaid with orbs around his waist.

"Let's go."

Tyrone Bloodfiend said to Marlon in orc language, and then took the lead.

"Let's go!"

Marlon held his huge two-handed sword in one hand, and pulled Tiffany's silky little hand tightly in the other, and said in lingua franca.

"Hmm!"

Tiffany nodded obediently, and then followed Marlon in a hurry.

Tyrone Bloodfiend skilfully navigated the orc camp, with Marlon and Tiffany following him.

It was evident that there were far fewer orcs here than before, revealing large swaths of open space. (To be continued.) )