Marlowe thought for a moment that it was impossible to chase Abe Bloodblade now, so he turned around and asked, "Donnier, is there a way to tell Abe about the situation in the north?"

"No, our prairie falcons have been taken away by the red-skinned bastards. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After meeting the three Mecca, Donnier didn't want to chase Abe, but he was persuaded by Mecca to do so, and these hundreds of people couldn't do without command. Although the three tribes were now merged, Mecca used to be a Warcry tribe, and these orcs could not immediately obey his orders, and Rajim and Rumba, although they were formerly members of the Bloodblade Tribe, were too quiet and prestigious to take on this responsibility.

These orcs who participated in the Cold Winter War were all young and strong, and no one was convinced of anyone, except for Donnier, an old warrior who had participated in the Cold Winter War for more than twenty years, and no one could subdue these young men.

Marlowe also expected this result, and the reason why he asked this was just a glimmer of hope that there would be another way to contact Abe.

"Chief, or let me go after Abe. Donnier suggested.

"No, they won't listen to me when you're gone. Marlowe was troubled by the orcs who were a few years older than him, the tribesmen who hid in the Chariot Mountains listened to their orders because they saw what they were doing, and the minotaurs of Cuckoo Village because they were inherently honest (eh...... Lei Jie is an exception), and he has Lei Jie to help manage it.

These orcs of the Bloodblade tribe are different, the orcs have a strong spirit of resistance and a tradition of worshipping the strong in their nature, in their eyes, Marlowe seems to have done nothing, and has become their chief overnight, and dissatisfaction and doubts are bound to breed.

Marlowe touched the teleportation magic paper in his arms and added: "I'll think of another way, I can't do without you here for the time being." ”

The last time he met Blackblade outside the cuckoo village, he was given a teleportation paper, which he didn't expect to use so soon. Thinking of Murray Whitehoof, who still hasn't heard a little about it, Marlowe regrets not asking for a few more from Blackblade.

"I don't know what happened to Ray Jay's father?"

At this moment, three orc wolf rider warriors appeared on the hillside not far away, and Mecca had to interrupt Marlowe's thoughts: "Chief, someone is coming." ”

Marlowe looked up and saw that it was Mamu Blackfang and two other Orcs from the Blackfang tribe.

"Didn't you say we met in that col?" Marlowe asked.

"This is the territory of the Black Fang Tribe, where do I want to meet you, do I need to ask for your opinion?" Maim haughtily pulled the reins and stopped. "How are you riding this filthy thing?"

The white bone war horse under Marlowe's crotch was too conspicuous, and he could see it at a glance.

"The war horse fell and died, and I can only use the necromancer's mount for the time being. Did you catch up with the necromancer?"

"Hmph, I broke that bone rack into bones one by one, along with his white bone horse. Maim clenched his fists and said viciously. "Your name is Marlowe, right?"

"Yes, Marlo Vivia Warcry Durotan. ”

Maim looked at Marlowe from head to toe with some surprise, and then asked with a serious face, "Durotan, do you know the meaning of this surname, and who gave you permission to take this sacred surname?"

After saying this, Maim's expression even became angry and hideous.

"When the Hui tribe held the return baptism ceremony, the blood moon gave the surname. Marlowe knew that the other party would not believe it, so he took off his armor, pulled off his leather coat and unleashed a blood rage, and the blood-colored tattoo on his chest was immediately revealed.

Maim's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the red flame mark, orcs don't see such a thing when they comprehend the fury of blood, he's all too familiar with the origin of this pattern, because he'd had the privilege of visiting Orem once when he was a teenager, and Orem's ancestral wall was carved with this pattern.

"Ancestor Marta's Flame Blood Axe?" The power of the bloodline emanating from the other party's body made him feel that his soul seemed to be summoned, and the blood seemed to be boiling, and Maim muttered to himself in a little distraction. "How is this possible, why didn't the ancestors bestow their power on the red-skinned orcs......"

The Minotaurs and Trolls may not know much about this pattern, nor do they care too much about it, but the Orcs can't ignore it, because it represents the power of the Ancestor Marta himself, and Marlowe is the messenger of the Ancestors!

Maim suspected that Marlowe had used some spell to deceive him, but he did not believe that Marlowe could do it, because his feelings proved that this pattern was indeed a blessing from the ancestors, and the two voices argued in his head, and finally he leaned down and saluted Marlowe, and then said, "Chief Marlowe, please forgive me for my rudeness and arrogance. ”

Marlowe smiled and signaled that it was okay, then dissipated the blood rage and put on his leather coat and armor again.

"As the messenger of the ancestors and the chief of the tribe, you should conquer a frost wolf as a mount. ”

Maim's attitude at this time was obviously different from before, and Marlowe even heard the tone of an elder who hated iron and steel, and he could only smile and say, "My wolf is still recuperating in the tribes of the north. ”

Maim had no doubts about Marlowe's words, believing that the ancestors would not choose a liar to be a messenger.

"Alright, let's talk while we go, the bones in the col still need to be reburied. Marlowe jumped on the bone steed and said.

"We ...... We can't go now. Maim regretted the decision he had made not long ago.

"Oh? Why?"

Maim gritted his teeth and jumped off the wolf, then lowered his head with his fist on his chest and said, "There is an ambush there. ”

Marlowe looked at the orc in front of him, quietly waiting for the other party to continue.

"The Great Chief issued an order a few days ago, saying that the Warcry Tribe has betrayed the people of the steppe, and requires all tribes on the steppe to keep an eye on the Warcry tribe's people, and if they find it, they must kill them, and the High Chief has also issued a reward for your head with fifty pairs of metal armor, fifty metal weapons, and a large amount of food...... "Maim said that he could no longer continue.

Although it is unknown why Patriarch Marta chose Marlo instead of the Great Chieftain, he was ashamed to betray the Ancestor's messenger.

"Well, I see. Are all the red-skinned orcs who are ambushing us?"

"No, it's our Black Fang tribe. ”

"Then why can't you go. Marlowe remembered that the Great Chief had asked the Redskin Orcs to take over the tribal chieftains. "I see, is it a red-skinned orc who leads them?"