From the moment he first arrived in Azeroth, when he heard the likes of Elo Eberlock and Richard call themselves "Sir Lothar", Malone felt that something was wrong.

In Marlon's memory, this name should belong to the man named Anduin Lothar, the human marshal who led the army of Stormwind during the orc invasion, fought against it, was tenacious and unyielding, and sacrificed himself in the Black Rock Mountain for the victory of humanity in the final battle.

After fusing the original memories of this body, Ma Long knew that this title was really not wrong at all.

The original owner of this body was none other than Anduin Lothar's nephew, Sir Marlon Lothar.

When he first knew his identity, Malone was not without suspicions; Through Guò's knowledge of the world of Azeroth, Marlon knew that Anduin Lothar had no heir.

In other words, Anduin Lothar is the only bloodline of the Lothar family, so his nephew ...... What's going on?

After sorting out his memories, Ma Long finally understood that this qiē had changed a little bit compared to the real flow of time.

There was indeed no role for Sir Marlon Lothar in the world of Azeroth, which Marlon knew of, and it was because he died here from his serious injuries while trying to protect the refugees.

Ma Long's arrival changed the qiē and made the body stand up again.

Malone not only has a soul from the earth, but also inherits the blood of this body, including his emotions, his sense of honor and rich military experience.

Anduin Lothar was undoubtedly a fair and demanding man, and although his nephew was an excellent young officer, Anduin Lothar did not let him stay with him in order to train him, but sent him to Westspring Fortress on the southern outskirts of Stormwind as a small garrison.

When the news of the orc's approach reached Westspring Fortress, the soldiers there panicked, but the young Ser Lothar persuaded his men to take them to Stormwind to support the guards there.

This small force was certainly not able to play a decisive role in the war, and the young Sir Lothar and a dozen of his men did not even reach Stormwind before they encountered the refugee army led by Elo Eberlock, who had escaped from the fall of Stormwind.

Knowing that Stormwind had fallen, young Sir Lothar hesitated for a moment, then decided to protect the refugees first and take them to safety.

These dozen soldiers also became the only armed force in the entire refugee force, and when they encountered the dozen orcs, they fought side by side with the young Sir Lothar to defend the refugees.

Now, of course, these valiant soldiers are resting.

Unlike Sir Lothar, who had believed that his uncle would be able to return with his army and drive out these hateful invaders, Marlon knew that this would come, but Anduin Lothar would also be victorious...... Sacrifice.

Malone has no way to sit back and watch this kind of thing happen, whether from the perspective of a passerby or from the perspective of a nephew.

But now, Marlon's priority can only be to take these refugees to survive the possible manhunt of the orcs; Before the final decisive battle came, Malone still had enough time after all.

"Malone!"

A crisp voice came from behind Marlon, and he turned to see Althea Eberlock standing at the door of her father's tent, looking at him playfully.

"Althea, aren't you going to rest yet?"

Malone asked in surprise as he looked at the pretty girl with black hair.

"No, I'm not sleepy yet......"

Even in the darkness of the night, Althea's eyes sparkle with enchanting colors.

"Oh...... Has Daddy Erro rested? ”

Malone nodded, then asked.

"Yes, thanks to you, Marlon. My father wouldn't listen to anything I said before...... I'm worried about whether he'll wear himself out before the war is over. ”

Althea said in a relieved tone.

"This ...... This is what I should do...... Well? The end of the war? ”

Malone smiled a little awkwardly, she was not very good at dealing with the opposite sex, especially girls her own age.

Soon, however, Malone realized something unusual in Althea's words.

"Yes, the war is over, isn't that what Marlon just said? I believe your words and believe that the war will definitely end! ”

Althea walked quickly, came to Marlon, raised her head, and stared at him intently.

"Hmm...... Let's go over there......."

Marlon was about to say something, but noticed that the conversation between himself and Althea had affected the silence of the camp, so he beckoned to Althea, and the two of them tiptoed to the edge of the camp.

"Chief Lothar!"

Here, a heavily armed young soldier was on guard, and when he saw Marlon and Althea coming, he hurriedly put his legs together, raised his spear, and then gently clasped his right fist to his heart, and saluted Malone in a low voice.

"Paul, it's all normal, right?"

Malone took out the officer's shelf, not that he deliberately manipulated his identity, but that the body itself was habitual; Almost as soon as he saw the young face, Malone called out his name and asked about the work of the sentry.

"Yes, Chief Lothar, so far the surroundings have been calm, there is no trace of orcs, you have come here, it is ......"

Paul looked at Marlon and Althea, and after answering the chief's question, asked suspiciously.

"Hmm...... We have something to say separately. ”

Malone replied vaguely.

"Hey...... I understand, Sir Lothar, I'll go...... Well, by the way, I'm going to solve it! ”

With an eerie smile on his face, Paul put away his spear, gave Malone a thumbs up, and ran away as fast as he could.

What the hell is this guy doing......

- Marlon muttered in his heart, and at the same time sighed that the original owner of this body seemed to be too much with his subordinates, right?

"What is he talking about?"

Althea asked curiously, looking at Paul's back.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Marlon prevaricated.

"Oh...... By the way, Malone, I'm curious, Sir Lothar...... Your uncle, Marshal Lothar, what kind of man is he? ”

Althea leaned in front of Marlon and looked at him and asked.

"Uncle Anduin, he ...... He was a real fighter, an excellent commander and, of course, a competent uncle. ”

Ma Long subconsciously shouted out the original name of this body to Anduin Lothar, and in his mind, the tall and heroic image suddenly appeared.