For the next few days, the two red-skinned orcs feasted and drank in the Warcry tribe, and I don't know what method Gul'dan used, but Ben'dan no longer shouted to cut people with an axe, and followed Gul'dan every day to enjoy food and wine in a low-key manner.

For Marlowe slashing the messenger Zo Wolf, Tunak himself scraped together fifty gold coins as compensation, after all, the Oc Wolf is the best companion of the orc warrior, even if it is because of a misunderstanding and injures the other party and the opponent's mount, then it must be expressed.

After another week, the orcs of the tribe began to go down to the fields en masse to harvest food.

The golden barley wheat was put down in the field piece by piece by the orcs with the sickle, and then the wheat husk was taken off and put into a pocket, and the bags containing the golden barley wheat were transported into the tribal granary, in which there were not only piles of grain, but also coarse salt accumulated in half a year, piles of dried meat as hard as iron, as for why there were no vegetables, because vegetables were difficult to preserve for a long time, and the orcs did not like to eat them.

Seeing that the Warcry Tribe was almost cleaned up, Gul'dan took Bandan to the Chief's Hall to find Tunak.

There was a meeting in the chieftain's hall, and all the Warcry Tribe administrators were sitting around the firepit as they had come to report to Tunak. The fire in the fire pit is burning brightly, providing heat to the hall and lighting up the entire space.

"Hehe, it seems like we're not here at the right time, Chief Tunak. Although Gul'dan said this, he consciously found a place to sit down, and had no intention of leaving.

"Two warriors from Orem, what's the matter with you?" asked Tunak, smiling with anger despite his displeasure at the other party's behavior.

"Oh, yes. Gul'dan said and handed Tunak a piece of brown paper. "First of all, thank you for your hospitality during this time, but Ben'dan and I must go back to the Great Chief sooner, and in the past two days, I have seen that the Warcry Tribe has already put grain into the warehouse and livestock into the circle, so I specially sent this list, which shows the number of items to be offered this year and the amount of materials to be distributed to other tribes. ”

Tunak looked at the handwriting on the paper, the ink had not yet dried, it was obvious that it had just been written, but the seal of the great chief on the paper was real, because it had the power of the blood of the royal chieftain, and the whole seal looked like blood that was still flowing.

However, the amount of supplies filled in the brown paper made Tunak frown.

"Does Chief Tunak have any doubts?" Gul'dan looked at Tunak with a playful expression.

"This year's tribute and the amount of supplies shared seems to be much more than last year's, if the Warcry Tribe comes up with so much supplies, how will my people survive this winter?" said Tunak, handing the vellum paper to Cashmo Shaman.

That's what you want, Tunak, Tunak, you green-skinned pariahs should have had this fate a long time ago. Gul'dan was proud in his heart, but he said: "Ben'dan and I have seen your inventory, these things will not have a serious impact on you to survive the cold winter safely, you must know that this year's cold winter is coming early, the Great Chief needs more materials to rescue other tribes, the Warcry Tribe is so rich now, you contribute more to share the difficulties for the Great Chief, and the Great Chief will definitely remember you." ”

"We are also very willing to share the sorrow of the Great Chief, but this is far beyond what we can bear, the early arrival of winter means that this winter will have a few more months, and many people will freeze and starve to death without sufficient supplies, I think the benevolent Great Chief will not want to see such a thing happen. As he spoke, the Kashmo Shaman passed the vellum to Ogar, who had to fight for the hope of his tribe's survival.

Ben Erdan sneered and muttered, "Wouldn't it be okay to let those old and sick die......

"What did you say?" Tunak narrowed his eyes as he looked at Berndan.

"Hehe, Ben Erdan is right, everyone is relatives on the grassland, and we must help each other. Gul'dan secretly punched Ben'rdan to shut him up. "Chief Tunak, the god of winter will eventually leave, everyone can save a little and grit your teeth and persevere, you can get through this difficult time, can't you?" I think you can send some people to participate in the winter ......."

"What, fifteen hundred bags of coarse salt, nine thousand bags of barley, and ......," one of the orcs sitting around the fire suddenly jumped up and interrupted Guldan's words, looking at the brown paper in his hand with an expression of disbelief.

Tunak scolded, "Barrow, what are you yelling about, sit down for me!"

This orc named Barrow clenched his fists and sat down, this year's land cultivation is mainly in charge of him, he knows how much sweat it takes to harvest a bag of grain, and a piece of paper from the big chief is going to take seventy percent of this year's harvest, which has to make him angry and surprised, thirty percent of the food is only enough for the war cry tribe to eat on a diet for three months, does the big chief plan to starve his own group of people......

Not only Barrow, but the other orcs who heard Barrow's words also looked at the brown paper that had not yet been passed with shocked and suspicious expressions, and the paper quickly circulated around the crowd and finally fell into Marlowe's hands.

The orcs were furious, what did they work hard for a year, not so that their relatives and friends would not have to endure hunger to survive the cold winter, but now they found that their simple hopes and dreams would be torn apart by this brown paper.

They began to discuss wildly, expressing their frustration verbally and slamming their fists on the ground to vent their anger.

"Quiet!" Tunak yelled as he stood up in distraught. His voice shook everyone's ears like a bell ringing, and the hall fell silent immediately.

"Two Orim warriors, you have also seen everyone's emotions, and I hope that the Great Chief will carefully consider everyone's voices. ”

Gul'dan wanted to force Tunak to carry out the order, but seeing the angry eyes of the orcs in the hall and the appearance of his fists, he flinched, he was still young, and he still wanted to enjoy the superior life of the royal family.

Hmph, these things will sooner or later belong to our royal wolf cavalry legion!" Gul'dan said fiercely in his heart.

"Well, barley and jerky can be reduced in some quantities, but the rest of the supplies must remain the same. All supplies were personally escorted to Orim by Chief Tunak himself. ”

"I'll escort it myself?" Tunak asked, his eyelids jumping.

Marlowe's face changed, and his eyes shot at Gul'dan like a sharp knife. It's definitely a conspiracy!

"Yes, this time it was the Great Chief who appointed you to escort you, and when you arrive in Orim, you will be rewarded for your outstanding contributions over the past few years. Gul'dan pulled out another piece of brown paper from his bosom.

As he handed the brown paper to Tunak, Gul'dan was secretly admiring the succubus beside the Great Chief.

If the Tunak father and son go to Orim together, the purpose is too obvious, in case of arousing the suspicion of the other party, it is likely to lead the Warcry tribe to rise up, and letting the Tunak's son stay can at least dispel some of the other party's concerns, not to mention that it has been inquired in the past few days, this little mongrel who looks like an elf does not have much prestige in the Warcry Tribe, and when the time comes, someone will naturally deal with him......