De Jong stood beside the orc captive, watching the refugees cheering, cursing, or spitting at the orc captive, carefully dodging with emotion. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

During the days when he went out scouting with Malone, De Jong learned a lot about what happened in Stormwind; He knew that the army of orcs had completely occupied the southern part of the continent, that his originally powerful kingdom had been shattered, and that it would be an impossible task to defeat the orcs and return home.

But De Jong is not discouraged now – he feels he has made the right choice.

Although there is no future in sight, De Jong feels obligated and responsible to protect the people in front of him - just as his old father, who was the Warden of Lakeside Town, has done for decades.

Despite his advanced age, De Jong's father still went into battle with the orcs when they invaded Lakeside.

When he found his father's body, De Jong still remembered that the old man had a sharp dagger in his hand, and that the fatal wound lay across his chest - even in the last moments of his life, his father was fighting, and he did not think of running away or retreating.

De Jong was proud to have such a father, especially after he had personally experienced a battle with the orcs; He vows to protect those around him, whether it's refugees from Lakeside or the new people he meets in Nighttown.

"Huh? What about Malone? ”

A childish voice pulled De Jong back from his thoughts, he glanced left and right, but found no one, and in a bit of a trance, he realized that he was looking for a child.

With his head down, De Jong just saw the little girl he had met when he first arrived in Nighttown, her hands clasped over her chest, her head raised, and her eyes blinked at her.

"Are you...... Mary, right? Who is Marlon? ”

De Jong crouched down, looked at Maria in eye level, and asked in as gentle a tone as he could—he remembered that he had scared the little girl enough when he first met Maria, and he didn't want to repeat it.

"Marlon is what you call Sir Lothar! That's what I used to call him, but then I changed my tune! ”

Mary replied obediently.

"Sir Lothar! He's over there, and ...... With the dark-haired lady. Do you have anything to do with him? ”

Every time he saw Maria, De Jong remembered his little daughter, Angela, who was no longer alive; His nose was sore, and he answered Maria's question as he wiped his eyes lightly.

"Of course I'm looking for something with him, but I won't tell you! …… Yes! That's right! I think of you! You're that dirty uncle! ”

Maria pouted, not intending to share her little secret with De Jong; But just as she was about to run to find Marlon, she found out that she knew the stranger in front of her!

"yes, it's my ......"

De Jong's face was a little embarrassed - the last time he saw Maria, he had fled all the way from the lakeside town of Red Ridge Mountain, and he had not taken care of his personal hygiene, and he had made a bad impression on the little girl, and almost scared her to tears.

And this time, De Jong didn't look much better - after walking back and forth in the twilight forest for nearly a month, and even having to go to the banks of the Elwin River at night to replenish water, De Jong naturally didn't have a chance to take a bath - and now he was covered in blood and mud.

"Of course it's you! Where did you get my handkerchief? Give it back to me! ”

Maria screamed - she remembered the bad uncle, who had kindly lent him a handkerchief to wipe his tears, but he had made his handkerchief dirty and had not returned it to herself.

"Hand ...... Handkerchief......"

De Jong was startled by Maria's appearance, and he quickly touched himself, but found nothing—before he left, he had changed everything but himself, and where could he find Maria's handkerchief?

"Bad uncle! Lost Maria's handkerchief! ”

The little girl was angry, she glared at De Jong unhappily, and ran away from him as fast as she could—Maria was going to go to Marlon and Sister Althea to complain and ask them to help her clean up this bad uncle who was unclean, who loved to cry, who was always scaring children and not being polite!

"I ......"

De Jong wanted to explain and apologize, but he didn't say anything, and little Mary fled as quickly as he could; His outstretched hand scratched feebly at the air, then retracted it, smiled helplessly, stood up, and walked over to the refugees from Lakeside Town, who had had a lot to say to them after a month of not seeing him.

……

"Malone, how are you? Didn't get hurt, right? ”

While everyone was excited about the return of the warriors and the captured orcs, Marlon and Althea threw them aside and got tired of being together.

The girl looked carefully at the face of her beloved man, but she didn't feel disgusted at all, but just asked worriedly.

"No, not at all, thanks to Rubos."

Marlon said with a smile, then stretched out his finger and flicked it on the forehead of Rubeus beside him - strange to say, I wonder if the silver-white hair has a strange self-cleaning function, Rubesco is much cleaner than its owner.

"Then I'm relieved...... You know, I've been worried about you all these days! ”

Althea grabbed Marlon's hand holding her forearm and whispered as she rubbed it gently.

"I know...... I've been thinking about you, Althea, too, when I fought those orcs. ”

Malone also said "not to be outdone".

"How's that going to work? You have to concentrate on the battlefield! Marlon, you taught me before! ”

Althea hurriedly said anxiously.

"Of course I know ......"

Marlon replied awkwardly - he just wanted to say some sweet words to coax Althea, but he didn't expect this innocent little girl to be serious......

"Hmm!"

Althea also thought that she had persuaded Marlon, so she nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing the girl's cute appearance, Malone couldn't control himself, he couldn't help but gently pull Althea into his arms, approached her face, and wanted to kiss her.

"Yikes! No way! Marlon you ...... You're so dirty! ”

Althea pushed Marlon away in a panic, turned her head to look at the townspeople behind her, and was relieved to find that no one was watching her, and then lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Marlon, and prevaricated.

"Then I...... Go take a shower first? ”

Marlon grabbed the language problem in Althea's words and chased after him.

"Hmm...... Well! ”

I don't know what psychology it is, Althea didn't refuse again this time, just nodded slightly, and her face, which almost reached her chest, was already red.