De Jong recognized the reality in front of him—the reality he had been desperately trying to forget for some time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His sweet little Angela will never cling to his side and call Daddy again;

His industrious wife would never again serve him a delicious meal when he came home;

His brothers will never again drink and talk with him at the small table at home when the farm is not working;

His kind and still sturdy father......

"You want to know what's going on in Lakeside? Very well, then I'll tell you ......."

De Jong stared at Ma Long sitting beside him, and his gloomy gaze revealed a desperate anger and madness.

"Those orcs, the green-skinned ones mentioned in the previous announcement from Stormwind, attacked our town."

"They killed everyone, everyone - children and old people...... The town's militia had fought hard, but ...... It only delayed the tragedy. ”

De Jong gritted the roots of his teeth, and the thick blue-black tendons on the back of his hand bulged out like ugly earthworms, trembling slightly with his heavy breathing—as did the two companions who followed him.

"Orcs...... How many of them attacked Lakeside? Are you the only ones who escaped? How did you escape? ”

Marlon had already guessed what De Jong had said, and he grieved for the human civilians who had died tragically under the orc axes; However, even so, he had some problems and had to be thrown to De Jong, who was already on the verge of collapse.

"I don't know...... Because...... We didn't escape. ”

De Jong shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks once more.

"Didn't you escape? That's ......"

Malone was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise.

"When those greenskins invaded our town, I and these people weren't in the town...... I was cultivating wasteland in the mountains, and some of them were with me, while others didn't meet the orcs because they lived on the shores of the lake. ”

De Jong replied.

"What about you...... How do you know those orcs......

Malone knew that his question was a bit excessive for De Jong, but he asked it anyway - it was the first time in three months that Nightshade had heard from the outside world, and it was extremely important for everyone.

"Tommy saw the orcs slaughtering in the town, and he was supposed to get back to the town to get our lunch. He ran back to the hill and told us everything that had happened, but by the time we got back to the town, the orcs were gone, and what we saw was ......"

De Jong said this, and closed his mouth again; He pursed his parched, somewhat cracked lips, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Marlon didn't need to ask Malone to know what De Jong had seen—it should have been no different from what they had seen when they first arrived in Nighttown—the shattered corpses, all in shambles; The only difference is...... Among those corpses, there were those whom De Jong knew and were closest to.

"My daughters, my father, my wife, and my brothers are dead; Tommy said he only saw the orcs, but he didn't have time to figure out how many they were, and we didn't see where they went after they left. ”

De Jong did not forget Marlon's question, but when he answered, he glanced at little Maria, who was hiding behind Althea, a little timid.

"Sorry......"

Malone could not do anything about what had happened, and he could only persuade De Jong to mourn.

"What's there to be sorry for...... We found all the people we could find, buried their bodies, and then left the ruined town and headed south to Stormwind, where I think His Majesty the King and Marshal Lothar will send an army against the orcs......"

De Jong looked at Malone and said.

"Stormwind? …… There's no Stormwind anymore, Mr. DeJong. ”

Ma Long heard De Jong's words, first asked in surprise, and then remembered that on this continent, the way of transmitting news was still very backward, and De Jong, who had stayed in Lakeside Town for a long time, did not know what happened in Stormwind City, and it was understandable.

However, in the face of De Jong's hopeful gaze, it is always so difficult to tell the truth of the matter overnight - Malone also hesitated for a long time before whispering the truth.

It was only now that Malone realized that De Jong's exclamation when he entered Nighttown was not because he was amazed at the achievements of the refugees in the past three months, but because he didn't understand why Nighttown had become so deserted - he didn't know the fact that the orcs had swept the entire southern part of the continent.

"Stormwind is gone? What did you say? What does that mean? ”

De Jong asked in surprise.

"The Orcs took Stormwind before they invaded your town. A lot of people died, and we all fled here from Stormwind - and before we came, everyone else in Nighttown was dead, all by orcs. ”

Malone watched De Jong's face become more and more gloomy with his words, but he could only bite the bullet and continue.

"Hah! Swindler! I don't believe it! …… He's lying to me, right? Right? ”

De Jong interrupted Malone's narration with a weird laugh, then jerked up from the bench, glancing around like a madly haired brown bear, then stared at Althea and asked aloud.

"What Malone said is true, my father and I used to live near the North-County Abbey, and Maria lived with her mother in Stormwind...... We're here to hide from the orcs. ”

Althea looked at De Jong with some fear, but still bravely stood in front of the god of Little Mary, and then nodded with a stiff face.

"How is this possible...... How could it be ......":

De Jong seemed to have been hit hard, and he sat back on the bench, staring at the table in front of him with his eyes fixed on him, repeating meaningless words in his mouth, looking demented.

"Malone, he ...... What's wrong? ”

At this moment, Elo Eberlock came over with three wooden bowls, saw De Jong's appearance, and hurriedly asked.

"The orcs have attacked Lakeside Town, killing all its inhabitants ...... Killed, all his relatives are inside. ”

Malone replied in a low voice as he took the wooden bowl with hot soup and bread from Ello Eberlock and placed it on the table.

Ero Eberlock listened to Malone's words, his face darkened, and he walked to De Jong's side, wanting to say something, but finally did not say anything, but turned to the wound on De Jong's shoulder, removed the hastily wrapped inferior bandage, and cleaned his wound with a holy light spell.