I have inspected the city defense equipment and learned about the recent physical and psychological conditions of the soldiers, and everything is fine.

Paul asked Gandalf to open the portal to Daurles, and the only people on the continent who can open the portal are the rare white runners, who once had the technology to build a long-term constant portal with magic materials, but unfortunately somehow, this technology was lost.

Gandalf had the coordinates in Dorus City, so the three of them and a few human guards appeared directly in the open space outside the royal city, which is the kingdom's designated teleportation location for mages, and if they teleport to other locations, they will be considered invasions.

The soldiers guarding the area came forward to confirm the identities of Marloe, and then brought them the Ragon horses, which were the standard configuration of St. George's cavalry, but these horses were obviously different, because these horses were pure in color, fat and healthy, and the saddles on the horses were well-made and trimmed with gold, which were obviously not for ordinary soldiers.

Several people were in a hurry, so they turned over directly on their horses, and went straight to the palace with a wave of their whips.

With Paul and Gandalf in the procession, the sentry guards along the way did not dare to stop them, and the group soon entered the city to the political heart of St. George's palace, the palace of Babylon.

At this time, Barbarossa Williams was in a meeting in the council chamber, and Marlowe could only wait outside the council chamber with Paul, you know, Barbarossa hated the most when someone broke into the meeting.

The meeting had been going on for more than three hours, so Marlowe and the others didn't wait too long.

The door of the council hall opened, and the bigwigs who managed St. George's came out one after another, discussing what they had just said as they walked, and some people with different political views even argued loudly like quarrels, and when they saw Crown Prince Paul and Gandalf, these people just nodded and said hello and continued to argue and walk away, as for Marlowe, who was standing with Paul, they ignored him.

However, just as Paul was about to take Marlowe inside, the door was closed by the guards again.

The scheming Gandalf never lifted his feet at all. I saw him sitting on the bench outside the door, leisurely smitting, smoking.

"It seems that His Majesty is very unhappy with you, my Royal Highness. ”

Paul angrily blamed, "It's not Montgomery's fault. ”

Marlowe knew that it was because of himself that Paul was punished, and he felt more and more that he owed too much to his brother, so he could only comfort: "It's okay, let's wait a little longer." ”

The three of them waited outside for another hour, and the door of the council hall opened again, and the guard who opened the door said, "Your Royal Highness, Your Majesty has called you in." ”

Marlowe tried to get up and follow in, but was stopped by Gandalf.

"Let him in first, and we'll have some more tea, this is the best black tea from the Emerald Forest, and you can't drink it anywhere else. ”

Not long after the door closed, a man's loud roar came from the council hall, even if the council hall used special soundproofing technology, it could not isolate this sound at all, which showed how angry Barbarossa was.

After half an hour, Barbarossa's voice finally died down, and the door was opened again, and Paul came out, plucked his ears, and then said in a sullen voice, "All right, you can come in too." ”

Gandalf smiled and patted Marlowe on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's go in." ”

Entering the council room, a huge round council table came into view, Marlowe estimated that there would be at least fifty people seated in this hall, but now the king of Barbarossa was the only one sitting at the end of the round table, and the two guards guarding the door had already left the hall and closed the door.

The supreme ruler of St. George was dressed in a black velvet robe, with an eagle feather embroidered with gold thread on the collar and cuffs, and a few fine diamonds scattered on his chest, but such a magnificent garment looked awkward on Barbarossa's body, for His Majesty had short and sleek hair, a muscular figure, and a long scar on his face.

Marlowe felt that Paul's father was better suited to wear heavy plate armor than this ornate robe.

"You're Marlowe?" Barbarossa's voice was thick and majestic, like a fierce lion.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Marlowe replied with an orc salute.

Barbarossa's eyes narrowed as if she had spotted her prey.

"Listen to Paul, are you the son of Tunak Warcry?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"You're now the chief of the Warcry Tribe?"

Marlowe gave a brief answer to the other party's question again.

"Then you dare to come to see me?"

His Majesty sat motionless at the round table, but his momentum pressed towards Marlowe like a mountain.

Young Marlowe had never seen a human wield the coercion of a dragon, and he gritted his teeth and tried not to hold himself back even a step.

"Your Majesty, I have come to see you in the hope of getting your help. ”

"Hahaha, help? What you orcs need is to plunder, to kill, to charge at death again and again, and it is my innocent and poor people who really need help!"

Marlowe's back was already soaked in cold sweat, and Paul beside him was also uncomfortable, because Barbarossa was not targeting Marlowe alone, but Gandalf was still smoking cigarettes without being affected in the slightest.

"Gandalf, can you put out the smoke!" said the king, somewhat dissatisfied, the old friend's behavior was really ruining the atmosphere.

"Well, you can just teach the lads a lesson, and I won't let you go?" Gandalf reluctantly slammed the ash on the round table.

Seeing this, Barbarossa was so angry that the green tendons on her forehead jumped.

"If you hadn't dragged Saruman to help Paul this time, I would have received three expedited reports from Montgomery every day?"

"Alas, the world is so big, your young eagles should go and see more. ”

Barbarosa had no choice but to give up the idea of arguing with him, and he turned the finger again to Marlowe: "Boy, explain your true intentions, otherwise I will sentence you to death for espionage!"

"Father, Marlowe is my brother, and you ......" Paul was immediately anxious when he heard this.

"Shut up! I'm asking him now. ”

Malo grabbed Paul, then looked directly at Barbarossa and said, "Your Majesty, I have indeed come to ask for your help. I know you hate orcs, but the Warcry Tribe stopped participating in the Winter War a few years ago, and that's why the Redskins tricked my father into Orem and imprisoned him, and they recently sent wolf cavalry to slaughter our people, as well as two other tribes that were friendly with us. ”

"We fled to the Chariot Mountains at the cost of the lives of countless warriors, and now that the two implicated tribes have merged with ours, I came to St. George to return with the warriors sent by those two tribes. ”