The room was empty, and the three of them found a chair to sit down.

Looking at the mess of cups and plates on the table, Johnny was upset, and called the guards to clean up his things, and then he said, "Marlowe, let me talk to you now on behalf of His Majesty Thorin." ”

Marlowe had no ill feelings towards the old dwarven general, on the contrary, he admired and appreciated him. Now that Thorin's disgusting face was no longer visible, Marlowe nodded his willingness to negotiate with Johnny.

"I know your situation very well, so I hope to help you, at least to get you through this winter. Johnny said as he looked at Marlowe and Agna. "But as a dwarf, I must also consider the vital interests of the dwarves. Now that Your Majesty has given me the power, I can make you stay......"

Marlowe was about to say words of gratitude, but General Johnny continued: "But you must give me a price that is sufficient, and you don't need to pick the stars and moon in exchange, but at least it can make the hearts of His Majesty Thorin and the ministers move." Do you agree with me?"

There is nothing wrong with this, anyone will think about their own people first, especially Johnny is a veteran who has worked for his country for many years, and Marlowe understands this.

"Yes, I see what you mean. "Marlowe also knows the other party's difficulties, General Johnny is just a general, and all major matters related to the dwarven country will ultimately be decided by Thorin, not to mention that the other party has provided too much help to his group of outsiders, Marlowe doesn't want to embarrass this venerable old man from the bottom of his heart.

He sat in his chair and considered what the tribe could come up with to impress Thorin, and Agna sat quietly waiting for Marlowe to make a final decision.

"General Johnny, I know that the little money we have in our tribe is simply not enough, and there is nothing else to give you, so I hope you will pass on my final decision to Thorin. Marlowe glanced at Agna and continued.

"First, I hope that you will allow us to reclaim the wasteland in the Chariot Mountains, and the grain harvested in the next five years will only be enough to meet the most basic needs of our tribe, and the rest will be given to you free of charge, and after five years we will all leave here and return to the grasslands. During this period, if our tribe can return to the grassland early, the five-year covenant will still be valid.

Second, all the cubs born to the tribe's livestock over a period of three years belong to you.

Thirdly, as long as you are still living in the Chariot Mountains, our tribe is willing to provide strong labor to help you mine and smelt metals for free, and if you need to craft metal items, we can also provide them.

The above three points are my final plan. ”

This was the result of Marlowe's deliberation, but he knew that such a plan might not necessarily appeal to Thorrin. Although the dwarves live in the dungeons, there are almost no people who work to produce food, and their food is replaced by excavated gems and metals, the food that these hundreds of tribes spend five years growing is far from satisfying a dwarven country with a population of tens of thousands.

However, it is impossible for the tribe to live here for generations to serve the dwarves, the grassland is their home, Marlowe must lead these people back, even if he wants to take the tribesmen out of the Chariot Mountains to the Twin Springs Fort, but how can the various races along the way let them pass through......

Marlowe's third condition was not only to add a bargaining chip, but also to consider the future of the tribe.

It is well known that the metal products needed by the orcs, whether they are daily necessities or weapons, are stolen or traded from foreign races. Of course, this is not to say that the orc tribes themselves cannot produce these things, but the quality of the things they make is so poor that their lifespan is quite short, and Marlowe hopes that the tribesmen will learn the art of dwarven smelting and forging metal while contributing their labor for free.

Johnny shook his head when he heard this, he knew that it was impossible for Marlowe to impress Thorin with the conditions he offered.

"Is that all? I hope you'll think about it, after all, leaving you could lead to war, and what you're saying isn't enough for our country to take such a big risk. ”

Marlowe knew that the other party was telling the truth, but he could only reply, "Yes, that's all." ”

"Alas, then I can only tell you regretfully......"

Just then, a dwarven warrior slammed into the house with his helmet in his hand.

"General, our patrol team has spotted an anomaly at the Eagle's Beak Pass!"

Could it be that the army of the red-skinned orcs has arrived? Johnny stood up and asked aloud, "What's the situation?"

The dwarven warrior gasped and replied, "Just now our men found two mage portals at the Eagle's Beak Pass, and twenty or so humans came out of them on griffins. Two of them are white-robed golden-edged ** divisions!"

Mages are divided into blue robes, brown robes, gray robes and white robes, those who wear blue robes are generally beginner mages, while white robes can only be worn by ** masters, as for intermediate mages and advanced mages, they wear brown robes and gray robes respectively. Among them, it is divided into four grades by the color of the trim on the robe, and the gold and blue edges are the second most powerful of the four grades.

"How could the human ** master open the portal to the eagle's beak pass?" Johnny temporarily put aside the matter about the Warcry Tribe, after all, the ** master can use forbidden spells, and he must now find out the intentions of these humans first. "What about them?"

"It's still in the eagle's beak pass. ”

"Let's go, let's see what's going on. Johnny left Marlowe and Agna in the house, then mounted his mount and flew in the direction of the eagle's beak pass.

Marlowe also wondered how humans could come here, and it was a portal that opened directly, although the white-robed mage could not destroy the world, but it was also an amazing existence. After thinking about it for a long time, he only felt that he seemed to have overlooked something.

At this point, Agna finally spoke: "Chief, do we really have to go back to the steppe, and how can we see our future if we do?"

Her words were filled with sadness, and she heard the conditions Marlowe had just promised, which was the limit of what the Warcry Tribe could bear, but it did not ease the conflict between Marlowe and Thorin, let alone satisfy Thorin's greedy appetite.

Agna seems to have seen everything that the Warcry Tribe has to face, once she was so content, she felt that life was so happy, but all this was smashed by the red-skinned orcs when this cold winter came, if now the dwarves of the Chariot Mountains were driven back to the grassland, then where would the Warcry Tribe hide to live safely.

Thinking about the butcher's knife hanging over the Warcry Tribe's heads, Agna was so grieved that she could barely breathe. Even though she was stronger than many people of other races, she was still a woman......

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