While the humans were searching for the spy assassins in the city of Famedos, the orcs were arguing for days. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

First of all, everyone knew that Marlowe had been assassinated, and some people thought that they should ask Prince Paul for someone, and then the orcs were publicly executed by cutting their throats and disemboweling them, so as to deter some petty people, and at the same time to preserve the dignity of the tribe. Most of these people are the younger generation of the tribe, they are young and vigorous, and their ideas are more straightforward and simple.

Others objected, saying that the tribe now lives in human cities, and that food and drink are provided by humans, and that Prince Paul is also dealing with this matter, and that it is obviously disrespectful and distrustful to force people to ask for them. Most of those who hold this view are older generations, who are calmer than younger people and are more concerned about the current situation of the tribe.

After arguing for several days, neither side could convince the other, and finally had to ask Marlowe, who was recovering from his injuries, to come out and make a decision.

The arrow that shot Marlowe that day was highly poisonous, and the priest treated him for his wounds and exorcised the poison, but after all, it could not be completely removed, and the toxins remaining in Marlowe's body had to be slowly discharged by the medicine prescribed by the doctor and Marlowe's own resistance, but the healing time of Marlowe's wound was much shorter than the time expected by human doctors and tribal shamans, and it took eight or nine days for the festering wound to give birth to new flesh, but on the third day, all the rotten flesh from the wound fell off, and gave birth to bright red flesh.

Others may not know, but Marlowe knows what the reason is, because in the past few days, cool or hot energy has grown in his chest from time to time to nourish and repair wounds, and he knows that this is the power given by the gods, for which he is more in awe and grateful to the two gods.

Marlowe stood at the door of the barracks, the scorching power that represented Ancestor Marta just now had just dissipated, and the toxins in his body had been removed, and he could clearly feel that his body was more relaxed than a few days ago, as if a shackle on his body had been lifted.

Then the cool power representing the goddess of the moon emanated from her chest, and there was an itching and numbness sensation from the wound, indicating that the wound was growing new flesh.

There was still a fierce quarrel in the barracks, and Marlowe clenched his fist to regain his strength, then pushed open the barracks door and strode in.

"It's so hilarious, I think the humans standing on the walls of Famedos can hear you. ”

There is a proverb in this world that says, the dwarf opens his mouth to shake the sky, and the orc opens his mouth to tear down the house. This was originally a joke used by various races to make fun of the dwarves' loud voices, but the fact that orcs can be compared with dwarves in one place also proves that orcs are indeed surprisingly loud.

"Chief. When everyone saw Marlowe appear, they stopped arguing and beat their chests and saluted.

Marlowe raised his arm in return and said, "Okay, sit down." ”

Mecca, who had followed in, moved a wooden bench and placed it behind Marlowe, and then sat with Regger and the others, and the barracks of several hundred people were crowded, some orcs without wooden benches either sitting on the ground or squeezed into strong wooden beds.

"I heard you're arguing over what to do with that human assassin?"

"Yes, Chief, that human has hurt you, and we should skin him and let those humans know that we orcs are not to be trifled with!" said a young orc, standing up and scrambling.

A minotaur elder shook his head and objected, "Chief, I don't agree to do this. We are now in a human city and are being rescued by humans, so it is up to humanity to deal with that assassin with their own laws. ”

A group of elders from the tribe nodded in agreement.

Another man stood up beside the young orc and said, "I don't trust humans, they have always regarded us as a barbaric race, how can they punish that human for the sake of our chief!"

"But don't forget, our chief is the brother of their prince, and I am sure that Prince Paul will not spare the guy who hurt his own brother. ”

"What guarantee do you have? Don't forget, there are so many humans around Prince Paul, can they treat us as equals as Prince Paul?If Prince Paul proposes to punish the Assassins severely, won't those humans jump out against it? If there are more people who oppose it, can Prince Paul punish the Assassin fairly?" The second young man who stood up was noticeably better at arguing, and was also smarter and thought of more things.

Marlowe looked at the orc with appreciative eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Duke, I used to be Duke Bloodblade, now I'm called Duke Warcry. ”

"It turned out to be a tribal warrior, yes, you think a lot, that's worth affirming. Marlowe felt that it was rare to have such a talent among the orcs.

For orcs, generally any problems that are not easy to deal with are solved with fists, one punch can not be solved with two punches, these days the young people have been with the older generation of the tribe several times of armed exchanges, but unfortunately the number of victories is almost none, who is called the older generation are experienced in a hundred battles...... That's why their actions were not implemented, and every time they wanted to organize the young people of the tribe to ask for someone, they would be beaten up by the old people of the tribe.

Marlowe then said: "However, I do not agree with your thoughts, yes, I was injured by a human assassin, but what the old man Tanmuni said is not unreasonable, we are now in a human city, we should respect and abide by the law and order of mankind, Paul has given me several assurances, will definitely give me, but also to everyone a satisfactory explanation." ”

Tanmuni was the old minotaur.

"But......," Duke wanted to argue about.

Marlowe stretched out his hand to stop: "Let the humans deal with this matter, no matter what they do with that assassin, I will accept the final result, I hope you will accept it too, this is my decision, if you approve of me as a chief, then don't argue about this matter." Your daily clashes with the elders of the tribe are already well known in the barracks, and when we were on the grassland, didn't we respect the elders of the tribe the most? If you really want to maintain the dignity of our tribe, then stop, and if you continue to make trouble, it will only make mankind more sure that we are a rude and barbaric race. ”

"Now I have something important to announce......" Seeing that the young people who advocated the use of tribal punishment to deal with the human assassins were still a little sullen, or rather angry, Marlowe had to change the topic, there was no way, the orcs on the grassland were the brave, stubborn and vindictive frost wolves, and it was not possible to tame these wolf cubs in a day or two.

Now that the tribesmen are eating and drinking here, and everyone's energy is high again, Marlowe needs to find something to do for these orcs to divert their attention, not to mention that there is indeed an extremely dangerous and significant thing that everyone needs to do.

(I've been tired to death lately.,Please forgive me if the update is not strong.).) ）