There is a huge oak tree in the north of the Dark Dragon Mountains, even the tall trolls need twenty people to hug the thick trunk, this oak tree is tall and luxuriant, the canopy reaches into the sky, but this tree with a lifespan of thousands of years does not belong to the elves, its owner is a dwarven family from the Otlan Valley.

The dwarves carved a hole in the sturdy trunk of the tree and opened a pub called the Oak Cave, which served as a necessary way to enter and exit the Dark Dragon Mountains.

As usual, the bar was bustling with dwarves, goblins, humans, orcs, trolls, and other races, each dressed to show their profession, but that didn't stop a goblin from boasting to an orc that he had seen a dragon in the Endless Sea, or a troll showing off to humans that he had touched a female elf's ass in the Green Sea Forest...... In this bar, regardless of race or gender, as long as you hold a glass of wine, you are friends.

Crunch, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open, and two tall green-skinned orcs walked in, dwarven buildings always like to be made tall, so even ogres don't need to bend down when they come in.

Then an elf almost as tall as an orc entered the bar, which was not uncommon, but the crowd in the bar soon realized that this was not a pure-blood elf, he was a half-blood. But as long as you're in a bar, no one cares about that, but it's a different story when you're out of a bar.

But that wasn't the end of it, a masked human followed the half-breed into the bar, and yes, everyone was pretty sure it was a human.

The four men came in and found a wine table, and there were two drunken drunks lying on the table, and the second orc who entered the door threw the drunks into the corner of the bar with one in one hand, and the orc's behavior did not displease the people in the bar, almost everyone in the Oak Cave pub did this, and some even whistled at the two drunks to express their disdain.

Two orcs, a half-breed, and a human, this is such a strange combination, but such a combination cannot be more noticeable than the appearance of the four, these four people are covered in blood, even in this place where the smell of alcohol is so strong, you can smell the smell of blood wafting from the four people, and this blood is not a color, green, red, blue, purple, on these four people painted an extremely strange and terrifying painting.

"Old Oak Cave, tell your nephew to feed the horses outside, the wolves don't have to feed, they have their own food. Oga shouted to the barkeeper. "Give us four more glasses of ale and some food. ”

"No problem, late warriors. The old dwarf responded enthusiastically that since the family decided to put down roots here, the dwarven family had changed their name to Oak Cave.

"The at the Oak Hole Bar continues, toast to these four late friends!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers to the elven ass of the Green Sea Forest!"

The people in the bar only paid attention to the four of them for a while, and then they started the night party again, they clinked glasses vigorously, gulped down, and what could be more fun here than drinking!

The four of them were not infected by this lively environment, there were too many things that happened tonight, and it was too restless.

Thinking back to that scene a few hours ago, Marlowe felt a deep unwillingness in his heart. Blackblade actually used the blood fury at the last moment, and took his sword with a dagger, although he had used all his strength, and with the cooperation of the wolf, he still couldn't leave the blackblade, and finally only cut through the opponent's clothes when the blackblade hesitated to escape, and then the blackblade and the other three assassins successfully disappeared into the night.

If you don't succeed in capturing the other party, the information you want to get will be gone......

"Who the hell wants to kill himself and his father?" Marlowe pulled from his bosom a piece of brown paper that he had picked up after the battle, which should have been accidentally dropped by the Black Blade.

Marlowe remembered that his mother had drawn his portrait of himself the year before and had commissioned the goblin merchant Garth Lauren to bring to his father, but why did this portrait appear in the hands of Blackblade?

Marlowe's questions grew more and more, and he felt as if an invisible net was being cast over himself and the Warcry Tribe.

"Marlowe, don't worry, there are hundreds of warriors in the tribe protecting the chief, and the chief must be fine. Oga saw Marlowe's solemn face, he could only comfort the future heir of this tribe, as for the chief, in fact, he couldn't be sure if the chief was okay, after all, there were many guys who were proficient in assassination in the steppe bandit mercenary group, and now they found that there were traitors in the tribe, all of which could only be known and solved after returning to the Silver Lake Grassland.

Tonight, Pinak's mood was as bad as the hurricane-swept grassland, first fighting the filthy wild goblins, then the steppe tumors, then several beasts of the Dark Dragon Mountains, and finally being chased around by a monster, he bared his teeth and swore an oath: "Hmph, since I can get the things in the chief's room, it must be that bastard of Toba, and I will definitely cut off his head when I go back!"

Oga was not as impulsive and arbitrary as Pinak, and he knew that Toba was the only one who could frequently come and go to the chief's room, but that didn't prove that Toba was the traitor, because Toba couldn't afford more than 50,000 gold coins.

"There are traitors in the tribe, don't make a noise beforehand, we must report to the chief and the Kashmo Shaman first, huh...... It is best to report to the chief first and wait for the chief to give orders. ”

"Chieftain he ......"

"Here comes the ale and the food you have begged for. A stocky dwarven girl passed through the crowd like a butterfly, her tray in her hand steady, not a drop of ale in her cup spilled, and her arrival interrupted the conversation of several people.

The dwarven girl realized that she had come at the wrong time, and put down the ale and food, and immediately left like a fluttering butterfly.

"Father, he'll be fine. Marlowe put the brown paper in his close-fitting pocket, and asked his doubts. "Ogga, didn't you say that exiled orcs could not obtain the blessing of their ancestors and use Blood Fury?

After the battle, the Blood Fury state was automatically lifted, and Marlowe was very aware of the changes that were taking place in his body, but he didn't know what it was, and Pinak later said that he was a trainee warrior, which confused him even more.

He could only consult Oga about this, and then he knew that this was the racial talent of the orcs, and it was the blessing of the ancestor Marta to the orc warriors, and only by mastering the skill of blood fury could he officially become an orc warrior.

Marlowe didn't expect that he would be blessed by the orc god of war, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise after being assassinated...... But that kind of blood boiling feeling was so good, that Marlowe even looked forward to the advanced talent of Blood Fury that he might have in the future, Blood Fury.

"That...... Marlowe, shall we eat first?" asked Paul, who had been silent.