Listening to Ma Long's words, the refugees whispered one after another; Their eyes all looked at a sturdy middle-aged man at the front of the queue. ww.w.yan+kuai.c.om

However, the middle-aged man appeared to be wounded, and his shoulders were wrapped in bandages made of torn strips of cloth, and there was faint red blood under the bandages.

"Marshal Lothar? Are you the nephew of Marshal Lothar? ”

The middle-aged man walked up to Ma Long with the help of two young people, looked at him suspiciously, and asked after a long time.

His voice was unpleasant, hoarse as an old crow—either by birth, or his injuries were so severe that the inflammation had spread to his throat.

"Yes, you can call me Sir Lothar. So, are you the leader of these people? ”

Malone nodded and replied.

"I'm not a chief...... If I had to say anything, everyone trusted me. I am the son of the Warden of Lakeside, and my name is De Jong. Sir Lothar, if you are the nephew of Marshal Lothar, I think you have inherited not only his great body, but also his kindness and kindness. These compatriots of mine have come all the way to the limit...... If you have any foothold here, please allow us to rest for a while, and besides, we need food, clean water, and medicine for wounds, please. ”

The middle-aged man pushed away his companion who was supporting him, gritted his teeth, covered the wound on his left shoulder, endured the tearing pain, and squeezed the sound out of his teeth word by word.

"You'll get this qiē, Mr. de Jong, but before then, my men must examine you."

Malone frowned - De Jong's appearance made him unbearable to look at, but ...... For the safety of Nighttown, he had to bite the bullet and say these cruel words.

"Check? The Light is above...... Sir Lothar, don't you understand me? If you delay a little longer, these people will probably die, do you understand this? ”

Sure enough, after listening to Malone's words, De Jong became very excited, and he struggled to rush up and grab Malone's collar.

His companions were in a state of hunger, sickness, and fear, and the well-dressed, self-proclaimed nobleman in front of him was still asking them to wait here for a Rausch examination?

- De Jong's heart was full of anger, and if he had a weapon in his hand, he would not hesitate to attack the guy in front of him, who only looked like a dog, just as he did to the orcs.

"I'm sorry I had to do this, and I beg your pardon, Mr. de Jong. And...... The people who need to check on you have already come, so bear with me. ”

Malone took a step back, dodging de Jong's lunge, and at the same time, he heard the sound of noisy footsteps coming from behind him - it was clear that Paul and Elo Eberlock had arrived.

"You ......"

De Jong was about to say something, but he was caught off guard, and a white lightning bolt burst out from behind Ma Long, across the two of them.

De Jong's words were interrupted by the sudden abrupt change, his face turning pale, and he retreated with vague steps until his companions held him up.

However, even De Jong's companions trembled slightly, for they had never seen such a terrifying creature in front of them.

A silvery-white giant wolf, even if it bowed slightly, was as tall as an adult's waist; Between the fangs and sharp teeth, clear saliva continued to drip down the terrifying corners of his mouth on the blue gravel of the forest path, and the low roar of "ho-ho" was like the roar of a demon from the abyss.

"Wolves?"

Even De Jong, who could endure severe pain, couldn't help but be terrified at the sight of such a huge giant wolf - after all, he didn't have any weapons around him, and he was seriously injured.

What's more, in the foothills and mountains of the Red Ridge Mountains, De Jong had never seen such a big wolf, let alone been stared at by a wolf at such a close distance.

"Rubles, come back!"

Seeing this, Malone hurriedly walked to Rubles' side and patted its neck, so that the giant wolf that had taken an offensive posture relaxed.

Rubes would not attack creatures other than its prey, but De Jong's actions just now made the giant wolf mistakenly think that his master was threatened, so he loyally stood up to protect his master, but unexpectedly scared De Jong enough.

"It's ...... You...... Raised? ”

De Jong looked at the extremely well-behaved giant wolf beside Malone in shock, and couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Hmm."

Malone nodded, then turned around to find Elo Eberlock hurrying over with his medical kit.

"What's going on?"

Elo Eberlock stopped in front of Malone and asked breathlessly, and Althea hurriedly walked over and held her father - in order to be able to get there, Elo Eberlock trotted all the way with Paul and the young militiamen, and was almost exhausted.

"These are refugees from Lakeside Town, and I'll tell you the specifics in a moment...... Daddy Elo, you and your apprentices see if there are any diseases like cholera or malaria in these people; They can't be allowed to bring these diseases to town. ”

Marlon nodded at Elo Eberlock, and then stated his plan - a somewhat selfish idea, but ...... For the safety of Nighttown, Malone had to do this.

Elo Eberlock found a few slightly gifted people among the townsfolk of Nighttown to learn holy arts and healing from him, but at a time when medical conditions were so bad, a plague was enough to ruin all the efforts that Marlon and Elo Eberlock had done for the past three months.

"I see. Follow me, you guys! ”

Although Ero Eberlock was still gasping violently, he understood the urgency of the matter, and did not mention any rest, but beckoned to the apprentices and led them into the crowd of refugees.

"What the hell is going on? Who are they? What are you going to do to my companions? ”

De Jong glanced at Roubles with some fear, but still mustered up the courage to shout at Marlon.

"They are priests, and doctors, to see the condition of your companions; As long as there is no cholera, we will give you a warm welcome. ”

Malone said to De Jong.

"What if...... Yes? ”

De Jong noticed the unspoken part of Malone's words, and raised his head in some consternation, looking at the young Stormwind nobleman in front of him.

Malone didn't answer De Jong's words, just glanced at Elo Eberlock, who was busy, and the priest's apprentices.