"I see...... It doesn't matter, you don't have to care, Maria is very bold and won't be scared so easily...... Your daughter ......"

Marlon smiled and comforted De Jong, just wanted to mention his daughter to ease the atmosphere, but suddenly froze in place.

According to the habit of lingua franca, what De Jong said just now seems to be ...... "had" a daughter? What does that mean? Could it be that his daughter has ......

"My daughter, Angela, she has ...... I ......"

At this point, De Jong could not go on any longer; He covered his face with his thick palms, crouched on the ground in pain, sobbing at first, and then wailing.

"You...... Mr. de Jong, I know it's a bit of a stretch to ask, but ...... Can you tell me a little bit about what's going on in Lakeside Town? ”

Marlon put Maria in his arms on the ground, then walked up to De Jong, helped him up from the ground, and asked in a low voice while pulling De Jong, who seemed to be paralyzed from top to bottom, to find a long table and sit down.

Seeing De Jong like this, even a fool knows that something terrible must have happened in Lakeside Town, and De Jong must have lost his closest person in that tragedy - probably his daughter.

But Marlon had to ask such a cruel question - this was the first time in three months that the townspeople of Nightshade had known about the outside world, and no matter what those orcs had done, being able to understand this would be of great help to Malone in judging his movements and planning the future of Nightshade.

"Lakeside Town...... The orcs, he killed all the people, all the old men, all the women and the children...... All ......"

De Jong sat slumped at the table, sobbing silently, and spoke intermittently.

Orcs have created a massacre in Lakeside Town?

- Malone listened to De Jong's words, his body trembled, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

In fact, as early as three months ago, Malone was able to realize the fate of those remnants scattered in the south of the continent - in this land. The orcs had absolute military superiority, and the remnants were extremely scattered, and there was no unified command.

From the moment Anduinlothar evacuated Stormwind with Varian Ureon, the fate of these Storm Remnants was already doomed to the shadow of death.

Malone knows this. But...... When De Jong said this himself, his heart still seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand.

Feeling a little suffocated by anger and grief, Malone clenched his fists tightly, and his freshly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in his palms because of the force, leaving a few blood-colored dents.

Lakeside Town, the largest human settlement in the Red Ridge Mountains, before the outbreak of war. Have a population of at least two thousand to three thousand, and then ...... Less than a hundred people escaped from De Jong?

- Malone couldn't forgive himself for the thought that the slaughter of the natives of Nightlight had been recreated in Lakeside and was about to be, and possibly even now, in all corners of the Shining Gold, Elwyn Forest, and the Wild West.

It is true that Marlon would not do such an impulsive thing as seeking revenge on the orc army; He won't put the townsfolk of Nightshade in danger because of his anger.

However, Malone was unable to watch all this safely as a bystander, perhaps because of his humanitarian education, or perhaps because of the influence of Marlon Lothar's remaining soul memories - although Malone may have forbeared it for the time being. He can't and can't do anything out of the ordinary, but the deep feeling of indebtedness and self-blame is eating away at his heart.

"Here you go!"

At this moment, a crisp children's voice broke the silence of the scene, and both Malone and De Jong temporarily broke free from each other's emotional out-of-control and looked to the side together.

"Here you go! Wipe your tears! Mom said that good children are not allowed to cry! ”

The little Maria, on her tiptoes, struggled to hand De Jong the white handkerchief in her hand; Seeing that everyone around her was looking at her, the little girl had a proud expression on her face and said to him loudly.

"I ......"

De Jong held out his hand. trembling took Mary's handkerchief; The dirt on his hands left several stains on the handkerchief at once, but he didn't notice this, just stared at the small cat pattern on the handkerchief, and opened his mouth.

……

"Dad. Wipe your sweat! ”

In a trance, De Jong seemed to see a smiling little girl, trying to tiptoe and handing a clean handkerchief to himself who had just plowed over a field.

"Angela! What am I going to eat at noon today? “

De Jong remembers smiling like a fool, wiping the sweat from his head and face with his daughter's handkerchief, while showing off to his working partners as if he had such a well-behaved and sensible daughter. It's all daddy's happiness!

"Eat pastry and pumpkin lettuce soup today...... Oops, Daddy, you've stained my handkerchief again! “

Angela grumbled as she handed De Jong the crockpot and wooden basket in her hand, and took her sweaty handkerchief from his hand.

"I'm sorry, Angela, Daddy will wash you up when he gets back!"

De Jong said apologetically to his daughter as he hurriedly lifted the curtain from the wooden basket.

"No need, I'll wash it myself, Dad, you're so tired...... Feed! Mom said to wash your hands before eating! Really...... Dad is always so careless! “

Angela comforted her father like a little adult, and when she saw him grab the bread in the wooden basket with her dirty hands, she screamed again.

"Haha......"

De Jong let out a contented laugh - the father is healthy, the wife is hardworking and willing to work, the daughter is well-behaved and sensible, and the brothers live in harmony...... In life, do you need something else?

……

"Mr. de Jong? Mr. de Jong! What happened to you? ”

Marlon looked at De Jong in front of him with some concern—he found that the refugee from Lakeside Town was even worse than what the orcs were going to do next.

From the moment he had just received Maria's handkerchief, this "Monsieur de Jong" had been crying and laughing, in Marlon's words, as if he had been mentally ill.

After shouting a few words, De Jong found that the other party did not react, and Malone couldn't help but want to call Al Luo Eberlock over - I wonder if there are any holy arts and medical techniques in this world that specialize in treating madmen?

"What? Angela? I...... You ......"

Malone's voice pulled De Jong back from the memories of the past, and he blinked, the look of astonishment on his face for a long time before fading, and then he grabbed the handkerchief he had taken from Maria and clenched it tightly. (To be continued.) )

"I see...... It doesn't matter, you don't have to care, Maria is very bold and won't be scared so easily...... Your daughter ......"

Marlon smiled and comforted De Jong, just wanted to mention his daughter to ease the atmosphere, but suddenly froze in place.

According to the habit of lingua franca, what De Jong said just now seems to be ...... "had" a daughter? What does that mean? Could it be that his daughter has ......

"My daughter, Angela, she has ...... I ......"

At this point, De Jong could not go on any longer; He covered his face with his thick palms, crouched on the ground in pain, sobbing at first, and then wailing.

"You...... Mr. de Jong, I know it's a bit of a stretch to ask, but ...... Can you tell me a little bit about what's going on in Lakeside Town? ”

Marlon put Maria in his arms on the ground, then walked up to De Jong, helped him up from the ground, and asked in a low voice while pulling De Jong, who seemed to be paralyzed from top to bottom, to find a long table and sit down.

Seeing De Jong like this, even a fool knows that something terrible must have happened in Lakeside Town, and De Jong must have lost his closest person in that tragedy - probably his daughter.

But Marlon had to ask such a cruel question - this was the first time in three months that the townspeople of Nightshade had known about the outside world, and no matter what those orcs had done, being able to understand this would be of great help to Malone in judging his movements and planning the future of Nightshade.

"Lakeside Town...... The orcs, he killed all the people, all the old men, all the women and the children...... All ......"

De Jong sat slumped at the table, sobbing silently, and spoke intermittently.

Orcs have created a massacre in Lakeside Town?

- Malone listened to De Jong's words, his body trembled, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

In fact, as early as three months ago, Malone was able to realize the fate of those remnants scattered in the south of the continent - in this land. The orcs had absolute military superiority, and the remnants were extremely scattered, and there was no unified command.

From the moment Anduinlothar evacuated Stormwind with Varian Ureon, the fate of these Storm Remnants was already doomed to the shadow of death.

Malone knows this. But...... When De Jong said this himself, his heart still seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand.

Feeling a little suffocated by anger and grief, Malone clenched his fists tightly, and his freshly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in his palms because of the force, leaving a few blood-colored dents.

Lakeside Town, the largest human settlement in the Red Ridge Mountains, before the outbreak of war. Have a population of at least two thousand to three thousand, and then ...... Less than a hundred people escaped from De Jong?

- Malone couldn't forgive himself for the thought that the slaughter of the natives of Nightlight had been recreated in Lakeside and was about to be, and possibly even now, in all corners of the Shining Gold, Elwyn Forest, and the Wild West.

It is true that Marlon would not do such an impulsive thing as seeking revenge on the orc army; He won't put the townsfolk of Nightshade in danger because of his anger.

However, Malone was unable to watch all this safely as a bystander, perhaps because of his humanitarian education, or perhaps because of the influence of Marlon Lothar's remaining soul memories - although Malone may have forbeared it for the time being. He can't and can't do anything out of the ordinary, but the deep feeling of indebtedness and self-blame is eating away at his heart.

"Here you go!"

At this moment, a crisp children's voice broke the silence of the scene, and both Malone and De Jong temporarily broke free from each other's emotional out-of-control and looked to the side together.

"Here you go! Wipe your tears! Mom said that good children are not allowed to cry! ”

The little Maria, on her tiptoes, struggled to hand De Jong the white handkerchief in her hand; Seeing that everyone around her was looking at her, the little girl had a proud expression on her face and said to him loudly.

"I ......"

De Jong held out his hand. trembling took Mary's handkerchief; The dirt on his hands left several stains on the handkerchief at once, but he didn't notice this, just stared at the small cat pattern on the handkerchief, and opened his mouth.

……

"Dad. Wipe your sweat! ”

In a trance, De Jong seemed to see a smiling little girl, trying to tiptoe and handing a clean handkerchief to himself who had just plowed over a field.

"Angela! What am I going to eat at noon today? “

De Jong remembers smiling like a fool, wiping the sweat from his head and face with his daughter's handkerchief, while showing off to his working partners as if he had such a well-behaved and sensible daughter. It's all daddy's happiness!

"Eat pastry and pumpkin lettuce soup today...... Oops, Daddy, you've stained my handkerchief again! “

Angela grumbled as she handed De Jong the crockpot and wooden basket in her hand, and took her sweaty handkerchief from his hand.

"I'm sorry, Angela, Daddy will wash you up when he gets back!"

De Jong said apologetically to his daughter as he hurriedly lifted the curtain from the wooden basket.

"No need, I'll wash it myself, Dad, you're so tired...... Feed! Mom said to wash your hands before eating! Really...... Dad is always so careless! “

Angela comforted her father like a little adult, and when she saw him grab the bread in the wooden basket with her dirty hands, she screamed again.

"Haha......"

De Jong let out a contented laugh - the father is healthy, the wife is hardworking and willing to work, the daughter is well-behaved and sensible, and the brothers live in harmony...... In life, do you need something else?

……

"Mr. de Jong? Mr. de Jong! What happened to you? ”

Marlon looked at De Jong in front of him with some concern—he found that the refugee from Lakeside Town was even worse than what the orcs were going to do next.

From the moment he had just received Maria's handkerchief, this "Monsieur de Jong" had been crying and laughing, in Marlon's words, as if he had been mentally ill.

After shouting a few words, De Jong found that the other party did not react, and Malone couldn't help but want to call Al Luo Eberlock over - I wonder if there are any holy arts and medical techniques in this world that specialize in treating madmen?

"What? Angela? I...... You ......"

Malone's voice pulled De Jong back from the memories of the past, and he blinked, the look of astonishment on his face for a long time before fading, and then he grabbed the handkerchief he had taken from Maria and clenched it tightly. (To be continued.) )