Despite all the doubts in his heart, Marlowe eventually made an oath with the Black Blade, and instead of believing in the Black Blade's work ethic, he chose to trust the Kashmo Shaman. My father has embarked on a perilous journey, and he must gamble once!

When the oath ended, the torches burst into flames, and the splattering sparks fell on both Marlowe and Blackblade. This is the Patriarch Marta who has heard their oath, and both Marlowe and Blackblade will be bound by the oath pact until Blackblade completes his mission or Tunak dies.

"I didn't expect the Ancestor to attach so much importance to this oath...... "Black Blade has accepted countless missions and made countless vows, but he has never seen such a scene tonight. "What a lucky little bastard...... Where's the deposit, boy?"

He wanted to continue to rudely call Marlowe a little bastard, but suddenly changed his words, he had already seen two miracles related to the gods in Marlowe, which made the black blade become cautious, he was not sure if the hybrid in front of him would have any great achievements in the future, it was better to be cautious.

"It's a thousand gold coins, and it's all my possessions. Marlowe removed a heavy pocket from behind him.

This is the money Paul made from selling weapons in the tribe, which could have been sold for at least 3,000 gold coins, but the people of the Warcry tribe were too poor to pay, and Paul gave the buyers a friendly price in the name of Marlowe, for which the tribal warriors were very grateful to Marlowe. When Paul left, he forcibly left the money with Marlowe on the grounds that the griffin was not carrying enough weight, and he did not expect that the money would come in handy at this time.

Black Blade didn't ask where the money came from, as a member of the grassland tumor who recognized money but didn't recognize people, as long as he gave real money. Checking the bag in his hand, the black blade nodded with satisfaction, and then shook his head and sighed: "Hehe, in the past, I was always taking on the work of killing, but I didn't expect that this time it was to save people...... Don't worry, boy, since I have the testimony of my ancestors, then I will do my best to complete the task, and I hope that we will not see each other again for too long. ”

"Hey, old fellow, you've wasted a precious opportunity. Blackblade said to Cashmosa again, headlessly. "Hmph, what a stubborn idiot. ”

Although the oath did not force the Black Blade to complete the mission, for the sake of the precious Moon Stone, he also decided to use all the connections and power in his hands to save Tunak's life, and as he spoke, his figure gradually melted into the darkness.

Marlowe clenched his fists and said silently in his heart: "Father, I have done my best to help you, I hope this murderous black blade can really save you......"

A biting cold wind blew in the grasslands under the dark night, and the bright moon belonging to the ancestor Marta flickered in the clouds, as if the god who had saved the entire orc tribe was making a difficult choice.

Marlowe picked up the torch and accompanied the Kashmo Shaman to walk slowly towards the town, he always walked a few steps to look at the old man beside him, although the old shaman was old but not confused, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Marlowe wanting to speak and stopped: "Hehe, if there is anything you want to ask, just ask." ”

"Shaman Kashmo, tonight's events have left me with a lot of doubts, and I want you to tell me why you were able to contact Blackblade, and you seem to know each other well. Marlowe asked, looking at the old shaman with burning eyes.

The old man patted Marlowe on the shoulder and motioned for the two of them to walk as they walked, saying that if it was in the past, he would never have told this secret in his heart, but Marlowe's efforts during this time, and the price he paid tonight for Chief Tunak Warcry, was gratifying, he was a hard-working, kind-hearted and filial child, and he believed that Marlowe would never tell anyone what he said tonight.

"Actually, the black blade is my brother......"

"What! he's your brother?" said Marlowe at the old shaman's words.

"Don't be surprised, you listen to me slowly. Shaman Kashmo rubbed the staff in his hand as if recalling the past. "He is my half-brother, Grom Warcry, twenty-three years younger than me...... Hehe, and he used to be a warrior of our Warcry Tribe, but he was too ambitious to keep a peek at the chieftain of the tribe, and he was too conceited, always thinking that he was stronger and better than your grandfather, Drektar Warcry.

Finally, one day, blinded by **, he challenged your grandfather, but he failed, and the benevolent Drektar forgave him and let him stay in the tribe, but he chose to leave and was never heard from again.

I found him three years later, but by then he was already a member of the Prairie Bandit Mercenary Regiment, and when I tried to persuade him to go home, he said that he had found his home......"

"Well, then I found that I could no longer help him out of his inner world full of killing and **, I had to leave, he gave me this ...... before parting" Kashmo Saman let out a long sigh and took out a piece of paper full of magical symbols.

"The teleportation paper used by mages?" Marlowe had seen this kind of paper when he was in Twin Springs, and as long as the user wrote words on the paper, the other party who left a life mark on the paper would see the messages wherever there was water.

"That's right, Teleportation Paper. The old man put the paper back in his arms. "He asked me to summon him in the future when I wanted to be a chief, and he would help me to sit on the throne. ”

Marlowe couldn't help but want to ask the Kashmo Shaman why he told him this, but saw the old shaman wave his hand and say, "Don't be anxious, young man, listen to me finish the story." After we parted, I returned to the tribe, and I was afraid that Drektar would be angry when he heard that he had joined the Prairie Bandit Mercenaries, so I lied, and I told your grandfather that Grom was dead. From now on, there is no such person as Grom Warcry in this world, only the black blade who kills countless people on the grassland......"

"I'm sorry that my abruptness and curiosity have brought back unpleasant memories for you. Marlowe clutched his left chest and bowed in apology.

"It's okay, there are things that should be told to you. The old man picked up Marlowe and continued walking towards the town.

Marlowe thought back to the story told by the old shaman on the spot, and then immediately chased after him and asked, "Kashmo Shaman, I have seen him use blood fury in the Dark Dragon Mountains, and that is because he left the tribe himself, and he was not removed from the tribe in the first place. ”

"Yes, so don't underestimate him, let alone fight him, and now I'm afraid your father is no match for him. The old shaman warned.

"So when he was in the Dark Dragon Mountains, he let us go......"

The old shaman smiled at his staff and said, "What do you think, son, if you can be cruel to the people of your own tribe, Ancestor Marta will ruthlessly abandon him. You are the future chief of the Warcry Tribe, Marlo Vivia, Warcry Durontan. So try to make yourself stronger, and let people recite your name to all corners of the grassland!"