Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Throwing their canoes and rafts in the river, Malone and his soldiers climbed the high slopes and set out into the western wilderness; There is no map here in Marlon Shou Oh, but ...... Robin grew up in the Wild West and became a soldier after losing his parents.

"Where are we? Where can I find the survivors? ”

Malone turned his head and asked Robin - he didn't have a telescope, and the vast plains of the Western Wilderness seemed the same everywhere to him.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is supposed to be the middle of the Wild West; The largest settlement is to the west of us, where is Sentinel Ridge; There was also a garrison there, but it was several times larger than the West Spring Fortress. ”

"On top of that, the farmers are scattered all over the farm, and the next settlement is on the southwest side of the sea, which is at least a few days away."

Robin said to Malone while reminiscing earnestly.

"Let's go, let's go to Sentinel Ridge first."

Malone nodded—though it wasn't clear what was going on in the land, at least, they had reached the Wild West; Now, we can only hope that those orcs haven't had time to touch this land!

……

After leaving the canoes and rafts, both the Westspring garrison and the militia of Nighttown put on their armor - the land was clearly not safe. They could encounter orcs at any time, and if they were unprepared, it would be tantamount to death.

This time, Marlon carried the weapon he had at his fingertips—the two-handed sword he had brought with him at the Westspring Fortress had been broken in the battle with the orcs. However, he found a new one in the warehouse in Nighttown.

Marlon hung his two-handed sword with its scabbard at his waist - at first he thought it was imposing, but soon he suffered from the long blade that always hit his calf.

The Western Wilderness and the Twilight Forest, despite their proximity, have different climates; The monsoon swept across the field without hindrance, and the sun shone on the heads of Malone and others, which was hot and scorching, making people sweat profusely.

"Something isn't quite right."

De Jong walked over to Malone's side. Whispered - this man from Lakeside Town was not a soldier and was not young, but he had a deep blood feud with the orcs. Even Malone has no reason to refuse to let him participate in this operation - not to mention, De Jong has a wealth of experience and can help Malone a lot.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be lifeless."

Malone nodded. Worried, he suspected that he and his soldiers might be late. The orcs may have been to the Wild West - at least, they should.

Even if the population of the western wilderness is not dense, it should not be like now, walking for almost half a day, and not a single figure can be seen; What's more, not only humans, but also the gnolls that usually roam here are gone.

It stands to reason that there is no incursion from the Stormwind army. Those gnolls should be active soon; But now they don't—maybe after the humans, the orcs don't like this bunch very much.

……

Walked forward for a while. Ma Long and the others finally saw a farm ahead.

The doors of a small blue-painted house were wide open, and the bare chimney pointed to the sky alone; Two thatched and planked granaries stood not far from the house, and a large low fence enclosed a large area of reclaimed land around the house and the granary.

"Be on your guard."

Marlon gave his orders, one hand gripping the hilt of the two-handed sword at his waist - there might be a farmer enjoying lunch on the farm, or a few heavily armed orcs.

Under the leadership of Ma Long, the militiamen clenched their weapons and dispersed, surrounding the house, but they did not rush in.

"There is no sign of the land being deserted."

De Jong opened his mouth - before the orcs invaded, he was a farmer in Lakeside Town, and he could tell at a glance whether the farmland not far away had been tampered with recently.

"Hmm...... Paul, take two groups to the granary. ”

Malone nodded, commanded Paul, and walked to the house himself.

"Anyone? Am I Malone from Stormwind? Sir Lothar! Anyone? ”

Marlon stood a little further away from the house and shouted—while most orcs like hand-to-hand combat, there are also some orcs—like those from the Thunder King Clan, who are adept at using throwing weapons, and the necessary precautions are needed.

However, there was no response from the house.

From this angle, Malone could not see the scene in the house; So he waved his hand, and Robin immediately moved towards the house with a few of the Nightshade militiamen.

Approaching the house, Robin quickly straightened up, drew his one-handed sword, and slammed into the door; The rest of the Nightshade militia were a little slower, but they followed closely behind Robin.

Marlon ordered the rest of the soldiers to stand by, and then led Rubous into the room - he had a sense of foreboding, and from the very beginning, Rubos had been manic--this was the behavior of the Twilight Wolf King after smelling blood.

The house is a typical peasant house, with a large entrance to the dining room, kitchen and pantry on the left and a bedroom on the right.

When Malone entered the room, Robin was in the bedroom—he was crouching on the floor, and in front of him were two mutilated corpses.

Malone's speculation was eventually confirmed – but in such a sad way.

Among the two corpses was a female corpse, the face of the corpse was blurred with flesh and blood, as if it had been hammered in the face by some heavy object, and the whole head was flattened; The corpse's chest was raised high, perhaps the only sign of her gender.

The other corpse appeared to be a strong human male, except that his head had disappeared and one of his arms had been broken, discarded haphazardly in a nearby corner.

"They must have died recently, their bodies have softened, their wounds have suppurated, but there are no maggots yet."

Seeing Malone coming over, Robin raised his head and said with some heaviness.

"Orcs."

Malone squeezed the word of brutality out between his teeth.

"Hmm...... They were supposed to be a couple, the orcs...... Raped her, then killed her, cut off her husband's head...... I just don't know which comes first. ”

Robin stood up and shook his head—he wished that husband had been beheaded by the orcs first...... Otherwise, it would be a ...... for him to see his wife killed after being spoiled by those greenskinned scraps

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )