The two teenagers did not communicate on this matter anymore, looking at the blue sky and green grass along the way, but their hearts could not be as sunny as this grassland. Although it was still just a guess, Marlowe had a hunch that the tribe's winter was coming......

The team walked unhurriedly, climbed a small hill, the field of vision became more broad, the green grassland was vast and boundless, the blades of grass swayed with the breeze, a large group of Kodo beasts lying on the ground basking in the sun, a large group of mules and horses running on the grassland, and the vibrant grassland suddenly appeared in front of everyone. However, the most attractive thing in this scenery is the huge lake, the water is clear and shimmering, and the crystals in the water settle down to form a huge white sedimentary layer, which looks silvery from a distance, this is the silver lake of the tribal grassland, hence the name of this grassland.

Some orcs are filtering the water from the lake with cotton and linen and pouring it into a huge shallow pool of stone slabs, and as the water gradually evaporates in the sun, a layer of snow-white salt is left on the slates, which the orcs collect and pack and carry into the unified warehouse of the tribe.

Outside the warehouse were a number of timber houses, where orc children frolicked in and out, while some foreign merchants set up a beach next to the houses, and from time to time orcs could be seen picking and choosing, and then the two sides haggled. However, bargaining is not an orc's strong point, and many times the merchant can be seen with excitement in his eyes, which is the desire and greed for gold coins.

Further beyond was a wooden fence wall, with watchtowers every thirty meters, and orc warriors stood with weapons in them, watching the wind and grass on the steppe. Beyond the fence are fields of farmland, and the orcs are toiling in the fields with their tools, hoping for a better harvest this year.

Orcs used to be more like nomads, they pulled leather tents with the seasons to migrate, except for a small number of livestock almost no other food reserves, as soon as the cold winter came, the whole tribe would begin to have a food shortage, even if those animals were hungry and skinny, they could still be slaughtered and eaten, otherwise in the winter, both orcs and livestock would face the doom of freezing to death or starvation.

The tribe in front of them was clearly different from the orc tribes of the past, they could farm, and they had food seeds suitable for growing in the grasslands, and they built towns and transformed the environment, all of which were clearly modeled after human cities.

"Well, this is our Warcry Tribe!" Pinak asked, patting Marlowe on the shoulder.

Marlowe shook his head and nodded, it was completely different from the scene he had imagined, but it felt as if it was exactly the tribe in his dream, at this moment, his mood was complicated and excited.

"Let's go, chieftain, they're already waiting for us at the gate. ”

Oga lightly clamped the wolf between his legs, and then led the group towards the newly built orc town.

Tunak Warcry, the chieftain of the tribe, stood at the front of the crowd wearing a shiny spotted monster cloak. The cloak was draped over his left shoulder, pulled under the armpit of his right arm, covering his muscular frame, but the thick arms that were exposed proved that the chief was still healthy and strong, his eyebrow bones were prominent, his eyes were clear and deep, and the thick beard on his chin made him look fierce and majestic, but his temples had been dyed with snow early after more than ten years of hard work.

This was the first time Marlowe had seen his father's face, and his father's appearance and the portrait of his mother's bedside gradually overlapped across the distance of space. This is his own father, the chief of the Warcry Tribe, Tunak Warcry!

Jumping off the wolf's back, Marlowe walked quickly to Tunak and called softly, "Father, I'm back." ”

The simple six words made the unfazed tribal chief a little dazed for a moment, and he looked at Marlowe with wide eyes, from his eyes, nose, lips, to his body, to his toes, as if this would make up for the time and witness Marlowe's growth from a newborn baby to what he is now. That's right, this is the child of himself and Gina, and only Gina can give birth to such a great guy.

"Welcome home, my son!"

Tunak hugged Marlowe and clapped his son in his arms with both hands.

"Thank you, Ancestor, you're finally back, child, where is your mother?" Tunak grabbed Marlowe's shoulders, as if he was afraid that the child in front of him would turn into snow and disappear in front of him.

"Mother......" Marlowe didn't know how to answer.

Tunak let out a long sigh, and then relieved, he knew what kind of promise his wife had made to make Marlowe's birth go smoothly, and perhaps it was his wife's piety and trustworthiness that allowed Marlowe to grow up to where he is now.

"Your mother is a worthy wife and mother, and she deserves to be cherished by our father and son!" Tunak patted Marlowe on the shoulder again, then turned to introduce the group. "Warriors of the Warcry Tribe, warriors, this is my son, Marlo Vivia Warcry!"

For a while, the orcs at the back of the crowd began to talk about it, and they expressed their doubts and dissatisfaction with Marlowe's appearance. Why didn't Marta, the god of war, give him green skin, a wide chin, and sharp fangs, but made the goddess of the elves look like this, which didn't make other tribes laugh off their big teeth?

However, there were surprises, and the orcs at the front of the crowd who seemed to be in high status remained quiet.

"Tonuba (Quiet)!"

The orcs who were still chattering just now immediately shut up.

"This is my child, I don't care what he looks like, as long as he is healthy enough and smart enough, that's enough. And one day in the future he becomes the chief of the tribe, you can't care about his appearance, as long as he is strong enough not to fall into the darkness, and can lead the Warcry tribe to live a life without bloodshed and sacrifice, then you will follow him!"

Tunak's words were a warning, and an announcement to everyone that he would pass the chieftain to Marlowe. After hearing this, the ministers had different expressions, but none of them spoke out against them.

"Tonight, Shaman Kashmo will perform the baptism of my children returning to the tribe, when the stars are shining in the north, and I hope everyone in the tribe will come to witness that moment. With this announcement, Tunak led Marlo towards the tribe, with Ogala, Pinak, and Paul following closely behind their father and son.

The group walked to the middle of the town, and in front of them was a tall house, with a hideous monster head hanging above the huge door.

"This is the chief's hall, and it's also my residence, and the tribe meetings are also in it, so you can stay in the side room for the time being. Tunak said, pointing to a wooden house next to the chief's hall. "This human friend of yours can stay next door to you, get some rest, and Pinak will bring you hot food and water, and go, wait for the baptismal service in the evening. Ogga, you come with me. ”

Seeing Tunak and Oga enter the chief's hall, Marlowe and Paul led their horses towards their quarters.