Arrogant Tyron Blood Demon

"Then... my parents..." A look of hope appeared in Tiffany's eyes.

"Yes, it is very likely they are in Lordaeron right now." Seeing the radiance on Tiffany's face, Malone knew his words of comfort had taken effect.

"When Stormwind was breached... the Orcs did not use conventional methods to enter the city."

Malone continued, knowing that what he said would provide Tiffany with even greater solace.

"They didn't?" Tiffany was not entirely clear on what constituted a conventional or unconventional method of entering a city.

"Well, the Orcs assassinated King Llane of Stormwind," Malone recounted the history of Azeroth as he knew it. "It was only after they caused chaos that they seized the opportunity to storm the city."

"What? King Llane, he..." Tiffany covered her pink lips with her small hand, a look of disbelief crossing her face.

Tiffany had met the King of Stormwind—though not many times.

Tiffany still remembered the last time she had accompanied her father to see King Llane; the King had been complaining about how the Stormwind Council's interference in state affairs prevented him from issuing orders freely.

Of course, Tiffany's father was also a key member of the Stormwind Council, which had made the King's words quite awkward for him.

Tiffany remembered that King Llane wore a neatly trimmed black beard and looked quite heroic.

At the time, Tiffany was already a young woman, and she remembered the King speaking to her father about wanting her to marry his son—the young Prince Varian Wrynn.

Tiffany had never met the Prince, and her father had not given the King an answer on the spot; however, after returning home, Tiffany's mother had mentioned to her that her father was quite tempted by the prospect.

Tiffany had no aversion to the matter, nor was she particularly enthusiastic; she felt mostly shy, and thus had not discussed it much further with her mother.

Never did she expect that, to this day, she would hear from Malone that the King had passed away, and had been cowardly assassinated by the enemy at that.

This was something the messenger who had informed Tiffany, Richard, and the others of the fall of Stormwind had never mentioned.

"But... if Marshal Lothar was in Stormwind, how could he have let those Orcs..." Tiffany's eyes widened, feeling it was impossible to believe.

That King, beloved by all in the Kingdom of Azeroth, whether noble or commoner, had just... left them?

"Anduin Lothar was not in Stormwind at that time. By the time he arrived, the tragedy had already occurred. The Orcs were wreaking havoc in the city, and Anduin Lothar lacked sufficient men; he was unable to retake Stormwind and could only protect the citizens as they fled north with the support of the navy," Malone replied.

"So, if your parents were calm enough, they would have had plenty of time to board the departing ships under the protection of the soldiers. Your parents aren't impulsive people, are they? You must trust them."

Malone continued to persuade Tiffany.

"Of course not..." Tiffany said firmly. "My father has always been known for his composure on the Stormwind Council, and we have servants and guards at home. Everyone would surely have protected my father and mother so they could board a ship!"

"Yes, exactly! I believe your parents must be somewhere, worrying about your safety as well. So you must focus on your recovery. Once your leg is better and I have made more preparations, we will leave this place, alright?"

Malone looked into Tiffany's eyes; those beautiful blue orbs were still filled with tears, but clearly, they held more hope now—the hope to survive.

This time, Tiffany did not say she was afraid of being a burden to Malone—the longing to see her parents and reunite with her family filled her small heart.

"Yes, then I will leave it to you, Mr. Malone!" Tiffany nodded heavily.

"Your father is a noble on the Stormwind Council?" Malone suddenly recalled a detail from what Tiffany had just said.

"Yes..." Tiffany nodded silently, not knowing why Malone would ask that.

However, Malone did not press further. He simply recalled that in the history of the world of Azeroth, the Stormwind Council seemed to have done quite a few things that "forced the people to rebel."

For instance, the famous Defias Brotherhood, and the even more famous Edwin VanCleef, though that was primarily the work of the Black Dragon Onyxia.

Still, having just finished a war against the Orcs, the nobles of Stormwind had dared to oppress the laborers; one could only imagine how they exploited the poor before the war.

Malone also remembered that when the Defias Brotherhood and VanCleef were causing trouble, a Queen of Stormwind had died? But her name did not appear often in official lore, and it was quite a mouthful when translated into Chinese.

What was it again? Malone couldn't recall the Queen's name for the moment, so he cast the thought aside.

Behind Malone, a sound of footsteps echoed. Teron Gorefiend arrived at his side, setting down a basin of clear water, and...

"What is this, a pair of boots?" Malone looked at Teron Gorefiend with excitement. Even though he could only maintain a squatting position, he still tapped Teron Gorefiend on the thigh.

"You're really something, Teron. How did you think of this?" Malone had previously overlooked the fact that Tiffany had been barefoot the whole time, never expecting Teron Gorefiend to have noticed.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Teron Gorefiend said unhappily. "I didn't do this for this human woman; I just worried that if you remembered this later, you'd make me run another errand."

This guy is a bit of a tsundere—that was Malone's first thought upon hearing this.

Malone looked around the shed; there were no chairs here.

Thus, Malone could only let Tiffany sit on the pile of hay, placing the large wooden basin beneath her feet.

Although Malone volunteered to help Tiffany wash her feet—do not misunderstand, this was only because Malone was worried about Tiffany's limited mobility.

However, it seemed Tiffany still misunderstood. She blushed and "snatched" her feet back from Malone's knees before placing them into the wooden basin.

"Ah!" Tiffany shivered.

She had expected the water to be cold, but as soon as she submerged her feet, Tiffany realized the water in the basin was actually warm, the temperature just right.

"What's wrong? Is it too cold?" Malone asked with concern—although cold water was good for cleaning bruises, if it were too cold, it could harm her body.

"No, no, it's not that. The temperature is perfect, very warm," Tiffany quickly replied.

"You actually heated the water? Teron, I underestimated you!" Malone had not expected Teron Gorefiend to be such a thoughtful fellow.