"Yikes!"

But there was no need for Rubles to speak—with a scream from Althea, Malone himself spotted the anomaly ahead.

Just on the side of the forest path, among the knee-high bushes, Malone saw a corpse.

A man lay on his back on the path, his upper body hidden in the grass, his legs slightly spread outward, one foot without shoes, and under his body, reddish-brown dried blood stains stood out against the gravel of the forest path.

No wonder Rubos became abnormal, it turned out to smell blood.

"Althea, stay here."

Marlon instructed the girl hiding behind him, and trotted over to the corpse.

Upon getting closer, Malone discovered more details, a shabby fur hat rolled down into the grass on the side, and the yellow-brown leather surface on it was also stained with deep reddish-brown blood.

The man's face was bloodied, while the fatal wound was in his chest - not a coroner, but Malone could clearly tell.

The skin/flesh of the corpse had long since decayed, and the most severe place to decay was near the chest, where there was a large wound.

The linen garment could not hold back the sharp weapon, and the large, jagged laceration looked like it had been inflicted by some ferocious beast.

But Marlon knew no—it wasn't a wound from a bear or a wolf's claw, but a tomahawk, an orc-man's tomahawk.

Long before coming to Night Town, Malone felt that the residents of Night Town were more auspicious; Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

This man is undoubtedly a resident of Nighttown, and Marlon doesn't know how he managed to escape from the town, but unfortunately, he still hasn't escaped the orcs.

An orc battle axe slashed into his chest from the front, taking his life in an instant; Torn shredded flesh was scattered messily across his chest, and several flies fluttered near the wound, making a subtle buzzing sound.

In the nearby canopy, several crows made a well-timed "quack" sound; Ma Long didn't have to look up to know that it was all because he disturbed the meal of this group of guys.

Marlon didn't know when the orcs destroyed Nighttown, but it didn't seem to have been too long, as the corpse hadn't been eaten by the nearby falcons and crows.

This is partly because this is the territory of brown bears, and these lone predators will not devour carrion on carcasses without starving to the extreme.

"Sir Lothar, this ......"

Elo Eberlock and Richard the Bearded arrived at Malone's side, they had been called to share the joy of Tick Night Town, but they came across such a bloody scene.

"The inhabitants of Nightshade escaped, but were overtaken by the orcs ......"

Malone squeezed a few words out of his teeth to illustrate the current situation.

There is no doubt that the young Sir Lothar loved his country and the people who lived in it; The strong emotions he left behind made Malone almost out of control.

Elo Eberlock crouched down beside the corpse and drew a mark of light on his chest with his right hand; There was nothing he could do in the face of this fellow human who had died, but to pray that the Light would accept this poor soul.

"...... in the Town at Night"

The bearded Richard only said half a sentence and fell silent; However, both Malone and Elo Eberlock understood what he meant.

This corpse is just a small microcosm of the tragedy that took place in Nighttown; Those who did not escape from the night town residents, their fate ......

"Take him and move on."

Elo Eberlock stood up and instructed several young men who had come with him, bewildered by the corpses of their compatriots.

Death is frightening, but sometimes it also breeds a stronger will.

Elo Eberlock was saddened by the misfortune of his compatriot, but it was this grief that strengthened his resolve.

-- To live, not only to yourself, but also to lead the entire team of refugees, to live well; We must not let our daughters, and these refugees, suffer the same fate!

Several young men broke a few branches from the surrounding trees, and two young men took off their coats and made an improvised stretcher.

When the corpse, which was nearly half decomposed, was moved, a swarm of flies flew up from the corpse, and below the corpse, several huge rats also fled frantically.

No one paid attention to these scavengers, and no one spoke; With heavy steps, the refugees re-embarked on their journey towards their destination, which was already close at hand.

It's still early—both the twilight that symbolizes the end of the day, and the end of this war.

……

Although they had been mentally prepared, the refugees held their breath the moment they actually arrived in Nighttown; Even a child like Maria, and even the giant wolf Rubers, felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, and remained silent without making a single sound.

Most of the houses in Nighttown are still in good condition, except for a few broken doors scattered across the streets.

However, this is not the reason for the silence of the refugees, what really silences them is the corpses everywhere.

men, women; Children, the elderly...... Hundreds of corpses were scattered throughout the small town, crowding the otherwise spacious streets.

At Marlon's feet, not far from the entrance to Nightlight Town, several men in chain mail fell to the ground.

They were supposed to be the guards of Nighttown, and although they were only responsible for maintaining order in the town and driving away wild beasts, these militiamen, who were not formally trained and had never been on the battlefield, did not abandon their duties when the orcs attacked.

The corpse of the orc, lying on its back on the ground with a spear pierced through the throat, was proof - although the guards were dead, they had at least fought and succeeded in making the enemy pay.

Although the cost is somewhat disproportionate.

"The Light ...... above"

Elo Eberlock's voice trembled, and tears of sorrow flowed from his eyes—Night Town, no more; The houses and streets were still intact, but the people who once lived here had fallen forever under the orc's axe.

Like a spreading plague, the feelings of grief spread among the ranks of refugees; The men clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and some even bit their lips to blood;

The women crouched on the ground with their faces covered, sobbing - even though these refugees had been living near Stormwind and had little contact with the residents of Nighttown, who could not be indifferent to such a human tragedy?

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