"Durotan, Durotan ......"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, but the others began to shout as well, shouting the name and competing to gather around Marlowe, the god-given tribal wanderer who had won, and won cleanly and beautifully, no magic and no skill, all real with fists to win. Although this face is not very flattering, his fierce and unyielding spirit has earned him the favor of many orcs.

The crowd gathered to the steps of the chief's hall, and a dizzy and tinnitus Marlowe stood in front of the crowd, ready to receive the tribal chief's comments and rewards, a tribal warrior's honor, and he already had the qualifications to defeat Torrou.

Looking at Marlowe, who was covered in scars, Tunak was relieved and proud that his son really did not let himself down.

"Marlo Vivia, Warcry Durontan, you have passed the test in the witness of your ancestors, and now this frostwolf cloak belongs to you, and it will be a testament to your courage and strength!" said Tunak, shaking off the cloak, which fell on Marlowe's shoulders in the light of the fire. "Well done, my kid. ”

Marlowe saluted with one hand on his chest, then turned to face the crowd and raised his fist in the air and shouted, "Power and glory!"

"Power and glory!" the crowd erupted in deafening cheers again. In the Tribe, only the strong can earn their respect, and Marlowe has proven himself to be one of the strongest in the Tribe.

Tunak walked down the steps and stood side by side with Marlowe, then announced in a loud voice, "This is the end of the baptismal service, and the party has officially begun!"

The men of the tribe moved the low tables from their homes, the women and children placed all kinds of food on them, and then a dozen orcs brought out five two-person barrels from the chief's hall, and the barrels were engraved with the dwarven logo.

"It's the dwarven beer the chief bought, let's drink it to your heart's content!" the shaman Cashmer announced in a loud voice as he took the glass from the chief.

The crowd erupted in loud cheers once more, for it was not often possible in the tribe to drink the dwarven wines, which the chief had paid for to celebrate the return of his son, and how could it not make everyone grateful and cheer.

The grilled sizzling meat steak, the delicious grassland cheese, the fried fragrant and crispy bread, the dry and chewy air-dried meat, the bubbling silver lake fish soup, and the grassland wild fruits picked by the children in the past two days, etc., the food is dazzlingly placed on the table, teasing everyone's appetite from the visual and olfactory senses, and the orcs cheering and cheering, munching on the delicious food in front of them, and the atmosphere is very lively.

Marlowe sat at Tunak's table, the swelling pain on his face making it difficult for him to open his mouth.

"Hahaha, kid, have a drink with me. Tunak said with a smile on his face. "After a few glasses of wine, the wound on my face doesn't hurt. ”

"Yes, Father, I salute you with this cup. The swollen mouth made Marlowe's speech slurred, but luckily, everyone could tell what he was saying from his movements.

"Come, Marlowe, let me see. Kashmo Shaman said.

Malloy stretched his face over, Kashmo Shaman raised his dry hand, his mouth recited the orc prayer, a soft green light emanated from Kashmo Shaman's hand and shone on Marlowe's face, and soon, the wound on Marlowe's face began to heal, the swollen lump began to subside, and the bruises dissipated little by little.

"This is the shaman's healing technique?" Marlowe touched his face, sure enough, it was no longer painful, when he was in Twin Springs Castle, Marlowe had seen the neighbor's elf druid uncle use healing, and the orc shaman's healing technique was the first time he had seen it.

Shsimo Shaman withdrew his hand back into his shamanic robe, then looked kindly at Marlowe and asked, "Have you heard of shamanic healing?"

"Yes, the teacher at Twin Springs told me that there are three kinds of people in this world who can come back to life and save others, one is a priest, one is a druid, and the other is a shaman, maybe the paladin can be half of it. Marlowe respectfully poured wine for the old man and replied.

"Hehe, can you tell me about the characteristics of the shaman?" the old shaman seemed to be interested in testing the future chieftain.

"Unlike priests and druids, shamans have healing power from Mother Earth, and only by loving the land under their feet can they be cared for by Mother Earth, so shamans need to pray to Mother Earth every day, use their hearts to sense Mother Earth's requests, and give everything they have for Mother Earth. ”

Kashmo has been a tribal shaman for one hundred and ten years, and naturally has his own understanding of the word shaman, but Marlowe can learn this knowledge from books is already considered attentive, thinking of this, he can't help but glare at Pinak fiercely, as his own grandson, he actually wants to become a tribal warrior, and finally let him succeed, the old shaman is happy and helpless, but fortunately, at least his granddaughter Agna is learning how to become a shaman.

"ArgouluTuBubiqioPamis, what do you think of that kid?" Tunak asked his sister in orc language.

Agna, who was at the same table, gave Marlowe a quick look and replied, "Torlongbu." ”

"Kuong Tcloda TuQifeimo (he's strong and nice). ”

"RilengsQirakQimienSoba (My husband must be all hairy)!"

Paul puffed, and the wine in his mouth spurted out, and he tried not to look away from Marlowe, and the evil smile on his face was stifled. Marlowe didn't know what expression to use to face Agna, who was sitting diagonally across from him, so he could only quickly pretend to drink and cover his face with a wine glass.

"Hey, can you understand orc language?" Tunak finally understood as he watched the two of them look at their expressions.

"We ...... Our teachers taught us...... Taught us orc, hahahaha......" Paul explained as he imagined Marlowe covered in hair, and finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You bastard, who told you to ask me here!" said Agna as she threw the fried bread in her hand in Pinak's face, got up and ran away.

Tunak thought that Marlowe, who grew up in Twin Springs, didn't understand orc language, so he dared to ask his sister in person. Although Marlowe doesn't look very good-looking, but Marlowe is young after all, and he has been born and fought together, and his strength is not bad and he has officially become a tribal warrior, so he wanted to ask his sister what he thinks, if he can make him a pair, it seems to be good, at least better than being with the annoying Torru. But now he knew that not only Marlowe knew orc, but even Paul could speak orc.

"Why didn't you two tell me sooner!" Pinak asked the two of them in frustration, regretting it to death. "Alas, it's miserable, it's miserable, this week's breakfast must be out of play......"