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

Tiffany said aggrievedly as she wiped her tears. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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

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

And until now, Malone hadn't figured out what was going on - he had the impression that Tiffany Ellaran, who was also Tiffany Urynn, would marry the young king of Stormwind, Varian Urynn, and become the queen of Stormwind after the war between humans and orcs ended.

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

Then, a hidden conspiracy will take Tiffany's life, and Varian Ureon will raise his son Anduin Ureon alone......

But now, what's wrong? How could Tiffany Elalan sit next to her, 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, and a pair of green willow eyebrows under the smooth forehead, the eyebrows are extremely long, and the tail is slightly drooping.

The bright beautiful eyes are like two crescent moons, and the rare pale green eyes have turned into two shallow blue pools 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 keep a heart of stone after seeing such a beautiful girl.

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 wanted to figure out why Varian Ureon's queen had become 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.

At this slightly embarrassing moment, the door of the room was suddenly slammed open from the outside; Malone turned his head sharply to look, and was bumping into Paul's somewhat panicked, but also joyful, gaze.

"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 had fallen unconscious, and how this Tiffany Elalan had appeared, but his intuition told him that he might not have the time to spare.

"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.