In fact, no matter which tribe Marlowe and the others are, Johnny will take the leader of this tribe to meet the king, but how to bring it over depends on Johnny's mood, at this time he was in a good mood, and specially ordered his guards to use griffins to carry Marlowe over, he originally planned to tie up Marlowe and carry it over with griffins.

The aerial formation of twenty griffons flew over the mountains and rivers in the night, and it took less than half an hour to reach their destination.

It was a much larger camp, and the dwarves lit torches or braziers all over the camp, making it look like the stars had been lifted to the ground from the air.

Marlowe followed Johnny into a wooden house with an area of several hundred square meters, and a huge sand table was placed in the middle of the room, and a closer look could recognize that the scenery and terrain in the sand table were restored to the Chariot Mountains and the Silver Lake Meadows.

At the end of the sand table sat a dozen dwarves, the most conspicuous of which was a dwarf wearing a crown of chain mail made of Mithril, an enchanted adamantite hammer hanging from his waist, and his shaggy hair was as red as flames, making it seem to be even mistaken for a jewel-encrusted crown bathed in flames. There was no expression on his face, his eyes were calm and wise, and his thick beard invisibly added a bit of majesty to him.

The dwarven king's name was Thorin V Mithril, who had just turned fifty-three three months earlier, in the prime of his life. He took over the throne from his father, Thorne I Mithril, and has been in charge of the Chariot Dwarven Kingdom for 12 years, during which time he cares about the lives of the people, encourages mining deposits, expands underground cities, and engages in low-tax trade with humans, elves, gnomes, etc., and is regarded by the people as a good and competent king, but only in the Chariot Dwarf Kingdom.

"Your Majesty, he is the chief of the orc tribe who has entered the Chariot Mountains on a large scale in the past two days, Marlowe. General Johnny saluted and said that although the ministers characterized the Warcry Tribe's actions as invasions, he deliberately replaced the word invasion with the word "invasion" so that his own king would arbitrarily make a decision on the fate of Marlowe and the others.

"Oh, the hammer of the god of war is above, how can the chief of the orc tribe be an elf?"

"Enrui, are you drunk, this is clearly a half-blood! Look at his hair, his skin color......"

"Whatever, he's an intruder anyway, we should keep the heads of these intruders in the eagle's beak pass, and let the orcs with bad ideas see what happens to the intruders!"

All eyes were on Marlowe, their faces filled with expressions of anger, disgust, surprise, and so on. However, the dwarven king only glanced at Marlowe with a blank face, and then said to Johnny, "Thank you, General Johnny, please be seated." Guards, pour our mountain shield a glass of freshly brewed ale to quench your thirst. ”

The dwarves are a heavy drinking race, and they all drink a lot of alcohol, so they usually use ale as a thirst-quenching drink.

In this place where most of the kingdom's top leaders gathered, Johnny couldn't do more for Marlowe, so he could only sit on the sidelines and watch Marlowe perform.

"Intruder, I'm Thorin V Mithril, the King of the Chariot Dwarves, tell me, how can you be the chief of the orc tribe, and which tribe are you from?"

"Your Majesty, my name is Marlo Vivia Moonflower Durotan, and my father is the chief of the Warcry Tribe, Tunak Warcry, who escorted supplies to Orim a month ago and has not returned, so I am temporarily the chief of the tribe. Here it must be clarified to you that we are not invaders, but a group of victims who have escaped from the hunt. Out of politeness, Marlowe introduced himself by name and explained that he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding.

Thorin cast a skeptical look at Marlowe, but he was more curious about Marlowe's last words.

"Oh, shouldn't the victims of winter be the hapless humans?"

The dwarves of the Chariot Mountains didn't care about the affairs of the steppe, they didn't know anything about the recent situation of their steppe neighbors, and they didn't know anything about the Warcry tribe hundreds of miles away.

Marlowe felt inexplicably sad, after all these years, his father's efforts had not aroused the slightest curiosity of this dwarven neighbor, and he had to explain: "Your Majesty, we have stopped participating in the Winter War five years ago. ”

"Hehe, have the meat-eating frostwolves learned to hibernate, or have you switched to vegetarian diets?" Thorin laughed incredulously, his laughter mixed with the wrath of a king. "Young man, it is not a wise move to deceive the dwarven king. ”

"I'm not lying to you, my father, Tunak Warcry, commissioned the goblin merchant to find suitable food crops for the grassland, and in the past few years, we have learned to grow food on the grassland, and we have basically been able to ensure that the people can survive the long winter. Marlowe's heart was pierced by the other party's narrow ideas and prickly words, and he was sad and angry, but for the sake of the tribe, he had to learn to endure.

After calming down, Marlowe spoke again: "Your Majesty, please believe me, what I say is true, and those footmen who have been to the Silver Lake Grassland can testify for me. ”

"Our Majesty doesn't have time to ask the Foot Merchants. ”

"You can't believe the words of the footmen, their words are always mixed with honey-like lies!"

"Yes, those merchants just swindled us out of iron ingots at a bargain price last month!"

A crowd of drunken ministers quarreled, and they were even more conceited and proud than their king.

"Shut up!" the room fell silent before Thorin V said. "Then tell me, who drove you out of my land?"

Marlowe was slightly stunned, he knew that the next words would definitely be more difficult to trust.

"I presume it's the Great Chief of Orim. ”

"Produce evidence. ”

"I have no proof, but it was the red-skinned orcs and wolf cavalry who attacked us the night before yesterday, as evidenced by the weapons we captured, as well as by the warriors and warriors of our tribe. At this moment, Marlowe was alone, and all the captured weapons were taken by General Johnny's men, and he wanted to ask the old dwarven general for help, but found that the other party had left the room at some point, and there was no one here to testify for him.

Thorin shook his head and laughed again, he patted the sturdy chair deputy and stood up and said, "Your lie is a bit exaggerated, since your tribe has found food that can be grown in the grassland, then your savage chief should reward you, why would he send someone to kill you?"

"Orem ......"