The anxious Marlowe took the lead in attacking, he held a sharp sword and stabbed Oga in the chest, but the sword was easily avoided by the opponent, Marlowe turned back and slashed at Oga arm, only to find that the opponent's figure had disappeared from sight.

"Not good!" Marlowe's pupils narrowed, knowing that he had made a big mistake.

There was a huge sound of wind in his ears, and a sharp scimitar slashed at Marlowe's neck from behind, and under the crisis, Marlowe instinctively launched a bloody rage, and the strength and speed of his body were immediately improved, and his head was lifted with a single hand, and the two weapons collided together with a loud bang.

Oga is experienced in fighting, but I saw that he didn't compete with Marlowe at all, and pulled hard with one hand, and the scimitar broke away from the resistance of the sword and cut mercilessly at Marlowe's back. Marlowe immediately turned around to block but found that the other party had turned into a thorn, and the tip of the thick-backed scimitar forged by the dwarf was abnormally sharp, and if it was stabbed, it would inevitably stab a large hole in Marlowe's chest unhindered.

While!

Ogga's scimitar stabbed into the Elven Sword's sword, and with a missed blow, Oga picked up the scimitar and slashed like a raging storm, not giving Marlowe any time to breathe.

Marlowe had no chance to fight back, and even with the use of Blood Fury, he could barely resist the opponent's endless attacks, and finally he staggered and was forced to retreat to the corner of the warehouse by Ogga, who seemed to be a little exhausted, and finally showed fatigue.

Taking advantage of Ogga's short pause, Marlowe raised his sword to slash, but the scimitar in the opponent's hand suddenly changed direction and slashed towards him, the scimitar turned sharply at the moment when he was about to be chopped, and the thick back of the knife was slammed into his calf, Marlowe lost his balance and fell to the ground, he wanted to fight back but was slashed by the back of the knife in the wrist, the sword fell to the ground, he wanted to reach out to grab Ogga's ankle, but he was kicked in the stomach.

"Enough, the battle is over. Oga gasped and announced the results.

The blood in Marlowe's eyes began to dissipate, and he was now basically able to resist the negative effects of the blood rage, but it was clear that he had failed to perform in today's battle, and the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart prevented him from even half of his usual level.

On a normal day, there would have been a calloused green hand reaching out to Marlowe, but today Oga didn't do that, he turned around with a scimitar and left, obviously dissatisfied with Marlowe's performance.

The ninja stood up from the ground in pain, Marlowe rubbed his wrists and calves, and just now Oga was ruthless, which was a punishment for his restlessness.

"I don't want to see you behave like that in the future, or my scimitar will see blood. Oga stood in the distance, wiping the sweat from his body with a burlap, his words of warning cold and merciless.

Ever since his father had given himself to Oga to teach him how to fight, Marlowe knew that the warrior of the tribe always did what he said, and he picked up his sword from the ground and walked towards Oga without any apologies or promises, because the dead on the battlefield would not have such opportunities.

"Ogga, I need your advice and help. Marlowe put on his clothes and cloak again, he was a little embarrassed to lose just now, and he could only keep his head down.

"Don't let me see you like this, look up, the warriors of the tribe never bow their heads in the face of defeat!"

The orcs of the steppe are proud and strong, they can survive at the feet of the god of winter, they can stand firm to meet the sword of the enemy, they never give up, because they believe that the backbone of the orcs is stronger than that of the dragon, and the hardships of the past will only make them stronger.

Marlowe looked up, he knew that the others in the warehouse were watching him, but he did it anyway.

"Durotan, I'm sure you'll be able to beat my dad down next time. "These are the words of a child who has been beaten by Oga for a long time.

However, another child immediately objected: "It's impossible, Dad is the strongest warrior on the grassland!"

Two and a half children quarreled, they were Ogga's children, one named Brutus and the other Hades. It was his younger brother Brutus who encouraged Marlowe, and it was his brother Hades who firmly believed that his father would never fail. The argument between the two children quickly turned into a fist and kick, but no one stopped them, but they clapped their hands and instructed the two children when to use their feet and when to use their fists.

Oga sat on the ground and gently wiped the sweat and dirt off the scimitar with the hide, his movements gentle as if he were caressing his wife's face. Rubbing the scimitar clean, Oga checked the blade against the light, there were no gaps, no curls, and then he inserted the scimitar into the scabbard and said, "Let's go, let's find a quiet place to talk." ”

The two of them left the warehouse and went to the chief's hall, where ordinary tribesmen would not go, and the other main people would not bother the two of them if they were busy.

"Tell me, what is it that makes you uneasy. Oga walked the hall before asking.

Marlowe pondered for a moment and replied, "I've been warned to be wary of threats from Orem. ”

Oga looked at the fire and narrowed his eyes: "News from the chief?"

"No, it's a message from a temporary ally, who says my father is trapped in that royal city in the north. Marlowe decided to keep the hiring of the Black Blade under wrap for now.

"Is the news credible?"

"It should be credible. ”

Both of them unanimously ignored the matter of the temporary ally.

"The chief is in danger now?" said Ogga's face was cloudy.

Marlowe nodded: "Father said that there is an unpredictable danger and will come to you to consult." ”

"What are you going to do, to take the warriors to Orim to save people?"

"No, my father told me to protect the tribe, and I can't break my oath and leave them alone. Marlowe watched the burning flames in silence, and after a few moments made a difficult decision.

Oga looked at Marlowe's expression, he knew that Marlowe's decision must have been made by the chief before leaving, and now all he needed to do was help Marlowe carry out every next order of the temporary chief.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"We need to find the poisonous snake hiding in the tribe as soon as possible and kill it. Marlowe said fiercely.

In fact, Oga has been in charge of this since he returned to the tribe, but he has not found any clues for several months, including the two red-skinned orcs. The two redskinned orcs visited many people during their time in the Warcry Tribe to confuse the public, and everyone who was visited was suspicious, including Oga himself.

"It's not easy to do, and the poisonous snake has been well hidden. ”

Marlowe was a little disappointed, a little anxious, he didn't want to be attacked by that time, but now there was nothing he could do, he could only say: "Then put this matter aside for the time being, I hope that in the future, you will lead the team to patrol the territory of the tribe, increase the radius of the patrol, and send wolf horse scouts to the north farther away." ”

Oga shook his head and suggested, "I hope to continue to investigate the traitor, and let Pinak do the patrol, he can be trusted." ”

(I'm sorry, I'm going home late, this is to make up for yesterday's chapter, and I'll post it tonight.) ）