"Hmm...... Marlon, don't you remember me? ”

Tiffany said aggrievedly as she wiped her tears.

"I'm not ......"

Malone opened his mouth to explain something, but he couldn't say it - did he want him to explain that it wasn't he who forgot Tiffany, but the real Marlon, who was dead? Lothar didn't take this "fiancée" to heart?

And until now, Malone hasn't figured out what the hell is going on - in his impression, Tiffany? Elalan, and Tiffany? Wrynn, after the war between humans and orcs is over, will marry Varian, the young king of Stormwind? Wrynn, who became the queen of Stormwind.

Will Tiffany give birth to a healthy and intelligent little prince, Varian? Will Uryon name her son Anduin in honor of Anduin, Marshal of Stormwind, who died in the war with the Orcs? Lothar.

And then, a rebellion with a hidden conspiracy will take Tiffany's life, Varian? Will Wryon raise his son Anduin alone? Ureon grew up......

But now, what's wrong? Tiffany? How could Elalan sit beside him, and...... Became his fiancée?

Malon, bewildered by the fact that it was completely different from what he knew about the history of the world of Azeroth, looked at Tiffany, who was sitting at the table sobbing, to get a hint from her.

Tiffany was wiping away her tears while sneaking through the cracks between her fingers to look at Malone's expression; Taking up the temporary priesthood in Mooncreek made Tiffany look a little haggard, but it was still enough to amaze Malone.

The delicate goose egg face is more slender because of its thinness. Under the smooth forehead, there are a pair of green willow eyebrows, the tips of the eyebrows are extremely long, and they droop slightly at the tail.

The bright beauty of the eyes is like two crescent moons. The rare pale green eyes turned into two shallow pools of blue because of tears; The straight tip of Qiong's nose is slightly upturned, the upper lip is very thin, but the lower lip is extremely rich and fleshy, and the teeth that bite the lower lip because of grievances are white and firm, like braided shells.

From the girl's dodgy gaze, Malone saw a hint of cowardice; For no reason, a pity rose in his heart - no one could see such a beautiful girl. He still maintains a heart of stone.

Malone looked at Tiffany, and Tiffany was also peeking at Malone; Interestingly, neither of the young man nor the woman knew what to say to each other right now.

Marlon wants to figure out why Varian? The queen of Ureon became his fiancée. But he knew that the girl in front of him couldn't give him an answer.

Tiffany wanted to know why her fiancé had forgotten her, and who the girl named "Althea" really was, but she was afraid to ask for the answer that would break her heart.

Just at this slightly awkward time. The door to the room was suddenly slammed open from the outside; Malone jerked his head to look. Just as he bumped into Paul, he was a little panicked, but he looked at him with joy.

"Thank you for the Light, Chief Lothar, you're finally awake!"

Paul exclaimed, and he hurried into the room, but he was in such a hurry that he nearly fell on the ground.

"What's wrong? What happened? ”

Malone propped his hand on the table and leapt lightly to the floor—he sensed something was not quite right from Paul's movements—the veteran of the Westspring garrison, though usually a bit of a fool, was a reliable warrior; It will definitely not be a trivial matter that can make him panic like this.

Malone wanted to ask Paul what had happened after he fell unconscious. This Tiffany? How did Alaran come about, but his instinct told him. I may not have this spare time.

"Orcs, Chief Lothar, our scouts have spotted the traces of the orc army, and those guys are already heading towards Mooncreek Town!"

Paul spoke aloud, ignoring Tiffany, who heard his words and turned pale all at once.

"Orcs? How much time do we have before they arrive? Damn, why is this time in the first place...... Robin: What about them? We must be ready to carry out that plan right away! ”

Malone was taken aback by Paul's news, and he hurried out of the room, asking about the orcs - he knew that it might be too late, and he could only blame himself for fainting at the critical moment.

"According to Robin's estimates, we have less than an hour left...... However, when you passed out, Sir Lothar, Robin had already set up the defenses according to your previous plan, and was waiting for you to wake up, Sir Lothar. ”

Paul followed behind Malone and said in a hurried tone.

"Thank goodness ......"

Malone listened to Paul's words, paused, and then breathed a long sigh of relief - sure enough, Robin was still reliable, otherwise it would be too late to wait until he woke up to start arranging defenses.

"What?"

Paul was stunned by a few new words that came out of Malone's mouth.

"Oh, I mean...... Thank the Light. ”

Malone said hurriedly—he had forgotten the tradition of wording in the lingua franca.

"By the way, Chief Lothar, this ...... Miss Tiffany, she ......"

Seeing that Malone was about to walk out of the room, Paul hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but remind - he didn't know what had happened in the room just before he came in, but ...... Chief Lothar seems to have made his fiancée cry?

Tiffany...... You stay here and don't come out no matter what's going on outside, you know? Wait until we've repelled the orcs...... I'll be back and explain it all to you. ”

Malone hesitated for a moment, then leaned against the door frame of the room, turned his head, and said loudly to Tiffany, who was sitting in a chair with a blank face.

"I ...... I see, Malone...... Marlon, you must be careful, I'm here waiting for you to come back! ”

Tiffany stood up and tried to walk to Malone's side, but held back; She wrung her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and tried to squeeze out a crying smile to Marlon, and said in a trembling voice.

"I will."

Malone nodded, and then stepped out of the small room, leaving behind his inexplicably extraordinarily beautiful fiancée.

……

Marlon and Paul left in such a hurry that they forgot to close the door; Tiffany walked slowly to the door, closed the door of the room, and sat on the floor with her back against the panel, her knees limp, and the hem of her lace/silk skirt spread out like a blooming tulip.

"Holy Light blesses Malone for a safe return......"

The girl who was struggling on the ground did not care about the dirty floor, but put her hands on her chest, closed her eyes, and whispered a prayer to the light. (To be continued.) )