The room was simply furnished, with only two beds covered with animal skins and a bracket on the wall next to it, on which weapons and armor could be hung for easy access. Marlowe helped Paul carry the goods on horseback into the house, and then sat down on their respective beds to take in their surroundings.

"Paul, now let's talk. Marlowe wanted to bring up something he hadn't been able to talk about again.

"Didn't you understand me, my brother, this afternoon?" Paul knew Marlowe would bring it up, and he walked to the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then walked back and said. "I know, you must be the same as I thought. ”

Marlowe frowned, his face gloomy and anxious.

"Are you sure Blizzard will come from the North?"

"Don't you think so?" Paul asked rhetorically.

"Why?"

Paul knew that the other party was asking his thoughts, and after a little bit of thought, he said: "Look at the current Warcry tribe, the people began to cultivate the fields and hoard food, and the coarse salt dried in the silver lake in exchange for all kinds of goods, your tribe has built simple towns, and life is getting richer and richer, I estimate that if there is no natural disaster before the harvest, you will have enough food to survive this winter this year." This means that the Warcry Tribes will no longer have to risk their lives in the winter raiding wars, and the Warcry Tribes will gradually break away from the leadership and control of the North, and perhaps even in the near future, you will establish a new Orium at the southern end of the grasslands, which the North does not want to see......"

"But it wasn't the worst, the worst thing was that I saw minotaurs in the fields learning how to farm, and I heard the trolls asking the merchants if they had grain seeds...... My brother, it's not terrible for a tribe to break away from Orem's control, it's terrible that more tribes will follow the example of the Warcry Tribe, Orem's Redskin Royalty has ruled the steppes for thousands of years, and they won't let their privileges fall apart, and your father, Warcry chieftain of the Warcry Tribe, Tunak Warcry, is challenging their absolute dominance...... Therefore, the person who has reason to spend a lot of money to hire the grassland tumor is likely to come from Orim. ”

"By the way, I heard a saying a few years ago, the losses of each tribe in the annual Winter War are controlled at three to fifty percent, and the loss of Orem never exceeds one percent, some people say that this is actually a conspiracy of the royal family of Orem, they use humans to weaken the strength of the tribes, and use the cold winter to eliminate the old, weak, sick and disabled, what they need is a tribe of people who are elite enough but not strong enough...... My brother. ”

At Fort Twin Springs, Marlowe and Paul have the same teacher, Boehner the Dragon, who explains to them both about the intrigue of power, the dirty politics.

Marlowe was not interested, but Paul was different, he always acted like an obedient and motivated student at this time, he took what Bona explained to heart, and would make hypotheses according to his own ideas, and then deduce, and sometimes Paul would go to Bona alone to ask questions for advice. For Paul's behavior, Marlowe gradually changed from incomprehension to curiosity and then to numbness...... It seems that this is something that flows in Paul's blood, but fortunately, Paul has not become dark and dark, on the contrary, whenever he talks about politics, his whole person exudes a wise light that does not match his age.

"Where did you hear that just now?"

The first part of Paul's speech is basically the same as the result of Marlowe's thinking, but the latter part of the sentence surprised the half-breed, both of them came to the grassland for the first time, and they had never participated in the Winter War.

"Actually......"

Paul was interrupted by Pinak, who kicked in the door, and saw Pinak carrying a whole roast pork leg that was still skewered on the grill, and the pork leg was dripping with hot grease: "Come, come, eat, and talk after eating." ”

Placing the pork leg on the ground along with the grill, Pinak went out and brought three more glasses of dwarven beer.

"Hey, Marlowe, come on, our Pinak warriors actually have dwarven beer!" Paul swallowed as he sat down in front of the roast pork leg as he swallowed his saliva and took a sip of the dwarven beer that made him feel so refreshed, and by the way, he pulled out the small dagger at his waist, the tip of which was pointed at the fattest area of the pork leg.

Marlowe didn't have an appetite at this time, and he couldn't imagine how his father had gritted his teeth and persevered under what kind of pressure he had been under for so many years for the grassland paradise in his dreams.

Taking a sip of the dwarven beer handed by Pinak, Marlowe had never felt the wine so bitter.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Pinak, shoving a piece of fat into his mouth and muttering his voice.

"He's missing his mother. Paul replied with a greasy mouth.

Pinak slapped Marlowe hard and said with a smile, "Aren't you in your mother's arms right now?" ”

Looking at the puzzled eyes cast by the two teenagers, Pinak rarely activated his humor cells, only to see him raise his wine glass, learn from the honest expression of the minotaur and slowly swallow it: "Mother Earth is fooling you." ”

Oh my God, what and what is this! Paul and Marlowe didn't understand Pinak's humor at all.

"Well, it seems that I don't know how to tell jokes. Pinak reluctantly gave up his performance.

I don't know how many times I've drunk wine along the way, and I've fought side by side, Pinak has accepted Marlowe from the bottom of his heart, a half-breed with the blessing of his ancestors, and in the same way, he also thinks that Paul, who is straightforward in his words and actions, has a very good appetite for him, although the other party is a human being, but he can still be a friend now, isn't it? That's why he just performed his clumsy acting skills to adjust the atmosphere, but the effect was not ideal.

A leg of pork was quickly eaten by Pinak and Paul, but Marlowe ate only a little, and Pinak told Marlowe as he left that someone would bring him clothes for the baptismal ceremony in the evening, and told Marlowe to prepare it.

Sure enough, only a moment later, an orc girl in a leather skirt knocked on the door, this orc girl was also dressed in green skin, thick hair tied back of her head, black and white tattoos on her face, sharp fangs slightly from the lower jaw, wearing a golden nose ring on her nose, and several colorful thin leather belts wrapped around her arms, which was the most common dress for orc tribe women, and the most beautiful dress in the eyes of orcs.

When she entered the room and saw that there was a human in the room, she did not show hostility, and the orc girl chose to ignore Paul. She placed the wooden box in her hand at the head of the bed, and then introduced herself to Marlowe: "Hello, Marlowe, I'm Agna, and now I'm going to teach you the dos and don'ts of participating in the baptismal ceremony." ”

"Excuse me, can I interrupt?"

"Yes, you say. ”

Marlowe looked at Agna with a little familiarity: "Excuse me, how do you know my name?"

Agna replied, "My brother told me." ”

"Who is your brother?"

"My brother is Pinak Warcry. ”

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