"What the hell?"

Althea asked curiously—the girl's heart was already starting to grow a little annoyed, because neither her father nor Marlon seemed to exist as if she didn't exist.

"It's ...... Letter left by my uncle......"

Malone slapped the parchment roll in his hand on the table, turned his head, and looked at Althea with a puzzled expression.

"Is it really Marshal Lothar left? I just looked at the payment, but I wasn't sure yet, so I ......"

Error? Eberlock listened to Marlon's words, hurriedly walked over, looked at the letter and said.

"It's my uncle's handwriting, yes."

Malone nodded in confirmation.

"The Holy Light is above, it turns out ...... It's really ......"

Error? Eberlock kept muttering with his right hand as he drew the emblem of the Holy Light on his chest.

"What the hell is it?"

Althea was really angry, she walked up to Marlon, took advantage of his unpreparedness, snatched the parchment scroll from under Marlon's palm, and read it as she read it.

"Please bury the dead inhabitants of Nighttown, whether you are an ally or an enemy of Stormwind, you will earn my respect. …… The payment is...... Anduin? Sir Lothar? Marlon, isn't that your uncle? ”

Althea read aloud the words on the parchment, then looked at Marlon in surprise.

"Hmm."

Marlon nodded, didn't say anything more, but pulled a chair and sat down.

The wind and dust along the way, coupled with the fatigue of this afternoon's work in the warehouse, Ma Long's body was also a little unbearable; Especially after reading this letter. His spirits were also taken a toll and he had to sit down and recuperate for a while.

"But...... This letter from Marshal Lothar...... Why is it here? Did he come to Nightshade? But he ......"

Error? Eberlock whispered, himself a little confused. also learned from Marlon and found a chair to sit opposite.

"I have a rough guess......

Malone said with a deep groan.

"What?"

Error? Eberlock hurriedly asked—he was glad Malone was there, otherwise he felt that sooner or later he would have had a nervous breakdown from these things.

"This is the only way to get to Stormwind from the east, both for the orcs and ...... My uncle's army. When the orcs had slaughtered the place with their front feet and left, Uncle Anduin and his army were a step too late to see the corpses......"

Marlon couldn't help but stop when he said this. Even if he didn't experience it himself, he could think of the soldiers, including Anduin? Lothar itself. How heart-wrenching and outraging it would be to see the tragedy of Nighttown.

They must have thought that if they had arrived an hour earlier, even a quarter of an hour, they might have been able to stop the orcs from wreaking havoc.

Malone and the refugee team only saw the corpses that had been decomposing for a long time. are already close to collapse; Those soldiers. What kind of guilt and self-reproach will they feel when they see the cold corpses of the inhabitants who should have lived and worked in peace under their protection, and not so long ago?

-- Malone didn't dare to imagine.

"But ......"

Error? Eberlock didn't understand why Anduin? Lothar and his army would be left behind by the orcs, but he felt that the scene described by Malone was still very realistic.

"But why don't they bury the inhabitants?"

Marlon asked with a wry smile.

"Yes, why ......"

Although he didn't want to question his uncle in front of Malone, Ellro? Eberlock still didn't understand, why Anduin? Lothar simply left a note and let the inhabitants go wild with corpses.

"Because they're still going to save Stormwind. I don't know exactly how long the distance has been between Uncle Anduin's army and the orc army. But he certainly didn't have time to delay in Nighttown...... Although Uncle Anduin must have been furious when he saw these corpses, he had to stop the same thing from happening in Stormwind......"

Malone shook his head. Said sadly.

And he did...... According to what Marlon said before, although we were unable to recapture Stormwind from the orcs, if it wasn't for Marshal Lothar's timely arrival, we refugees near Stormwind would definitely not have been able to successfully escape there...... The Holy Light is above, Marshal Lothar he ......"

Error? Eberlock finally understood what had happened—albeit only in a general sense—but he couldn't hold back his tears.

Error? Eberlock didn't know much about military affairs, and he didn't want to comment on the war. Lothar had no fatal decision-making mistakes.

But for him, he only had to imagine how strong the feeling of grief must have been when the gray-haired old marshal, who was about to enter his old age, faced with the thousands of corpses of his dead compatriots waiting for him to be buried, and the tens of thousands of Stormwind citizens who might still be alive under the orc soldiers in the distance, waiting for him to save.

Needless to say, everyone would choose to save Stormwind - it was the royal capital, His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince were there, there were more inhabitants there, and once the orcs breached the empty gates of Stormwind, the casualties would be several times greater than that of Nightshade.

Anduin? That's exactly how Lothar chose, but no one could ignore the guilt he and his warriors felt for the residents of Nighttown.

It was a remiss not to be able to protect the lives of the orcs under their axes; In the face of their corpses, they could only pass by and could not be buried, which must have made these warriors even more ashamed.

Anduin? Lothar must have done the same, but he eventually left Nighttown, abandoning the corpses of the townsfolk to save his king and the rest of the Stormwind citizens.

And he did it—Elro? Eberlock and his refugee army survived as a result, and Anduin? Lothar herself, however, could only fall into endless self-blame.

Because what he brought to the inhabitants of Nightshade was not a safe line of defense, but only ...... A note.

Apparently Anduin? Lothar didn't know who would find the bodies after he was gone, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to fight off the orcs and get back here to do what he hadn't done before - bury his fellow victims.

So Anduin? Lothar left his handwriting, hoping that the next group of people who arrived here - whether they were human or not, or allies of Stormwind, would be able to bury the inhabitants.

Marlon and Airro? Eberlock's team of refugees did, albeit late, but at least they came—before the corpses were completely decomposed, or devoured by the antrats, hawks, and crows. (To be continued.) )