"Shhhh

Marlon knew that Althea was indeed a little frightened by the scene just now, but he didn't have much energy to take care of the girl's mind now.

"How...... Holy Light, what are these things? ”

Althea was very dissatisfied with Marlon's attitude, obviously he scared himself, why did he still look like he was very reasonable?

But as soon as she poked her head out from behind Malone and glanced forward, Althea was startled by what she saw.

The grass at your feet stretches a few hundred meters forward to the limit, and there, there is a wide river.

On the other side of the river is a large dense forest, and although it is only separated by a river, the color of the trees and other scenery there is noticeably darker than on this side.

But that's not what surprised Althea, it was the people by the river who really shocked her...... Person.

At the edge of the river, there was a small camp with several bonfires burning, and between the sparse tents, herds of humanoids were walking.

The word "human" is a bit of a misappropriation for these humanoids, as even from a distance, Althea can see their protruding jaws, the mane on their faces, and the sharp teeth stained with yellowish dirt in their occasionally gaping jaws.

"Jackal...... Gnolls? ”

Althea couldn't help but lean her body towards Marlon, and said in a trembling voice.

Although she had just boasted of "slitting the throats of the orcs", Althea had lost her courage when she saw these terrifying-looking gnolls.

When Marlon led his men to fight against the group of orc soldiers a few days ago, Althea couldn't help but witness Marlon's heroic fighting posture and also saw the appearance of the orcs.

With green skin, a muscular and mostly naked upper body, huge weapons, and sharp, bulging fangs, Althea had never seen a uglier humanoid than an orc.

There is no race in the world of Azeroth other than humans, but Artea has seen dwarves and elves, and they are all kind, at least from the outside.

But now, Althea finally understands that orcs are not the ugliest race.

In the camp not far in front of her was a group of gnolls.

These humanoids, somewhat dwarf compared to humans, have brownish-yellow fur and pointed heads that look like hyenas.

To Althea, the gnolls were like cutting off a human head and moving the jackal's head up, all in all, giving her a disgusting feeling.

Not only did Malone discover the abnormal situation ahead, but Paul and the soldiers also discovered it, and they all clenched their weapons and moved closer to Malone.

"What should I do?"

Paul asked in a whisper.

Malone stood where he was, looking at the gnolls camp from afar.

This is not the first time that the guards of the Westspring Fortress have faced the gnolls, a cunning race that, despite their ferocious temperament, is relatively greedy for life and afraid of death.

Even though there were less than ten of them, including a woman, Paul and the others were not too afraid of the camp that looked like dozens of gnolls.

But considering the group of refugees advancing to this side under the escort of Robin and other companions, Malone had a trace of hesitation in his heart.

What to do with this gnolly camp? Is it to get rid of it? Or bypass it?

A mere detour will not solve the underlying problem, because no one can guarantee that these gnolls will not migrate; But get rid of ......

In addition to Althea, Marlon only has seven people available now, after all, and counting himself; It's too hard to kill all these gnolls.

"Malone, what are we going to do? Will these gnolls attack us? ”

Faced with these terrifying-looking gnolls, Althea asked Malone with some heart.

"I'm not sure either...... Paul, get ready to do it. ”

Malone shook his head, and then commanded his subordinates.

After thinking about it, Malone felt that it was better to dispose of this gnolwolf camp and not let them threaten the safety of the refugee team.

"Understood, Chief Lothar."

Paul nodded, like the rest of the soldiers, waiting for Marlone's order.

"You two, attack from this side, you three from that side, Paul, you and I will rush into that camp from the front, kill all the gnolls who dare to resist, and if they escape, then let them go."

Malone was quickly assigned combat duty.

Just as all the soldiers nodded in understanding, Althea tugged at Marlon's armor skirt behind him.

"What about me?"

Marlon asked nervously when he turned his head and saw Althea staring at him intently.

"You find a safe place to stay, as far away as possible, if a gnolls run in your direction...... You just shout and run farther away, without looking back. ”

Ma Long thought about it and said helplessly.

"I'm going to fight too!"

Althea pursed her mouth stubbornly, and she pulled out her short, sharp dagger again.

"Don't mess around...... Those gnolls aren't vegetarians. ”

Marlon glared at Althea and scolded her.

While a human soldier can take on two or three poorly equipped gnolls when prepared and equipped, they don't have the energy to care for an Althea who is on the battlefield for the first time.

"But I'm ...... But I want to help you! ”

Althea was scolded by Ma Long, her face became a little gloomy, and she muttered in a low voice.

The girl's words softened Marlon's heart, he knew that Althea just didn't understand the cruelty of fighting and death, and her intentions must be good.

"Alright then, you stay here, and if a gnolls come running in this direction, you can help us kill it!"

Marlon smiled comfortingly at Althea, and then reversed what he had just said.

"That's it...... Understand! Sir Lothar! ”

Althea looked up in surprise and looked at Marlon's encouraging smile, and she agreed a little nervously.

What a stupid girl......

- Marlon couldn't help but think of the idiom story on Earth called "Morning Three and Dusk", shook his head with a wry smile, and then waved his hand at the soldiers behind him, signaling that they could disperse and prepare for battle.

Paul followed Marlon, clutching his spear tightly, he knew that the task of charging head-on was naturally the most difficult and dangerous, but as a soldier trained by Commander Lothar, he did not understand what it meant to retreat.

Looking at the back of Sir Lothar in front of him, Paul suddenly remembered a very fatal question.