The strength of this group of tribesmen was beyond Marlowe's expectations, and when they saw the wounded in the barracks, they did not cry bitterly, did not panic to look for their relatives, they silently shed tears and untied their backpacks, re-examined and bandaged the wounds of the wounded, and fed the wounded to drink soft food. Everything went on in silence, even the children just quietly followed behind their mother to help do what they could.

"See?" said Agna, who had finished walking over to Marlowe.

"What?"

"They're stronger than you think, aren't they?" the young shaman wiped the blood from his hands with rags.

Looking at the busy crowd, Marlowe didn't know what words to use to express his feelings, so he could only nod silently.

Agna raised her hand to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead, she was not only one of the few trainee shamans, but also a tribal physician. Shamans are not omnipotent, they can help the wounded to recover early, but if there are some diseases, medical skills will be more effective than shamanism, not to mention that Agna is only a trainee shaman, and the number of wounded people who can be healed every day is not large, so it is extremely important to use medical skills to stabilize the patient's condition.

"Growing up in the grassland, we have known since childhood that death is everywhere, hunger, cold, disease, beast attacks, raids from robbers, and the annual cold winter battle, these are taking the lives of the grassland people all the time, and the friends who play together in the morning may become a cold corpse in the afternoon, this is how we used ......to live" Agna also watched the busyness of everyone, with endless bitterness on the corners of her mouth.

Marlowe grew up in Fortfort Twin Springs, where life was peaceful and peaceful, with no need to worry about food, mobs or wild beasts that might appear at any time, and all he knew about the tribe came from the words of his father's letters.

At that time, he naively thought that all the tribes were living happily ever after, and it turned out that this was just the bright future that his father had been striving for, and his father was indeed leading the Warcry tribe step by step in that direction.

This battle made it clear to him how fragile the beautiful aspirations of the grassland people were, and how fragile they were still living in the shadows of the past.

"I could have saved more people's lives. Marlowe said reproachfully. "Maybe I should have sent everyone to the Chariot Mountains so they wouldn't lose their husbands, brothers, and fathers......"

Agna shook her head and said, "Our ancestors were once enslaved by the Demon King Sargeras, a world without sunlight and grass, and all they could see was the boundless wasteland, the blood-stained sky, and death and darkness. They made great sacrifices for the sake of freedom, for survival, and many of them didn't even get to see the world.

Marlowe, please don't blame yourself, you are now the chief of the tribe, and every decision you make is our will.

As long as it is for survival, for a better future, we will be like our ancestors without fear of sacrifice and suffering, so please believe us, we will not resent you, everyone will follow you and support you until we sacrifice our lives, because we believe that you who were given the name Durotan by our ancestors will not make our sacrifice meaningless, and you will lead us to a hopeful tomorrow, right?"

Agna's words touched Marlo's heart deeply, and he stared blankly at Agna, the orc girl sincerely encouraged him, and every word revealed trust in him. The self-blame and remorse in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't help clenching his fists and roaring in a low voice: "The war cry is not extinguished, and hope still exists!"

"Yes, the battle cry is not extinguished, and there is still hope!"

A smile finally appeared on the faces of the two, and Marlowe looked at Agna and said sincerely, "Thank you." ”

"I'll go see how everyone is doing, and see if you can help with anything. Agna picked up the doctor's toolbox again and walked towards the wounded soldiers.

Watching the wounded soldiers endure pain without snorting, watching the women of the tribe take care of each wounded as if they were their own relatives, Marlowe suddenly felt that this group of green-skinned tribesmen was not ugly, and the brilliance of their humanity was far more dazzling than those with prejudices.

Sixty or so seriously wounded, more than ninety lightly wounded, were quickly replaced with clean bandages and highly effective medicines, some of which had been brought by the women of the tribe, and some had been sent by General Johnny.

After taking care of the sick and wounded, Marlowe was finally able to drink some water, he was already sweating profusely. Picking up the bowl at the door, Marlowe noticed that the two female shamans and the trainee shaman in the tribe were already sitting on the ground tired, there were too many wounded soldiers, and they were squeezing their bodies again and again with shamanic healing techniques, and they were already exhausted at this time.

Marlowe put down the bowl that had been brought to his lips and handed them bowls full of water.

In the end, Marlowe only had two bowls of water left in his hand, and handed one to Agna, who was sitting next to Shaman Kashmo's bed, and he also sat down gently next to the old shaman.

"How's the Kashmo Shaman doing?"

"Grandpa, he didn't hurt the aorta, but he didn't look good because of his age and blood loss. Agna glanced worriedly at Pinak, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, she knew her brother, and Pinak liked to go out and fight when he was in a bad mood. "Brother, can you help me get another bowl of water?"

Pinak silently took the empty bowl handed over and walked away, and then Agna whispered: "Marlowe, my brother likes to fight when he is in a bad mood, but we are now in the dwarven barracks, I am really worried that he will clash with the dwarves, you are the chief......"

"I see, don't worry, I'll watch him. Marlowe saw that Pinak had returned, and quickly interrupted Agna's words.

Pinak returned the bowl to Agna in silence, and then sat down on the floor again.

Marlowe duly asked, "How is Rutus?"

"The heat in his body is decreasing, but his severed arm hasn't been recovered, so he may not be able to wield his weapon while riding a wolf in the future......"

It was sad news, an orc warrior would no longer be a warrior if he couldn't fight while pulling the reins, and Marlowe couldn't imagine the despair that Rutas would have felt when he woke up.

The heavy atmosphere paused the conversation for a moment, and suddenly the voices of Brutus and Addis were surprised.

"Daddy is awake, Daddy is awake!"

As a result of the severe jolting he received when he finally crossed the eagle's beak pass, Ogga's injuries worsened and he fell unconscious, and the barracks were now full of wounded, and the atmosphere was very heavy and sad. Now Ogga's awakening was unintentionally an exciting piece of good news, and everyone immediately surrounded Ogga's family.