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Marlowe succinctly announced his plan, and the reactions varied, with many of the young people eager to take the plunge and some even howling with joy, while the elders were no longer united in their opinions, and they exchanged views in low voices, which after a few minutes went from discussion to loud arguments. Marlowe knew that his announced plan was too risky, but it was worth it in the long run for the Prairie Tribes.

There was chaos in the barracks again, and he, as the chief, had to stand up and say, "Quiet. ”

Everyone looked at Marlowe, waiting for him to make a final decision.

"I know that this plan is not perfect, the candidates who participate in the mission can almost be said to be nine deaths, and there will definitely be people who oppose it when they say it, but there are some things that have to be done, because like our Warcry clan, other tribes are also descendants of our ancestors, and we have the same blood flowing in our bodies, and we can't watch them make senseless sacrifices because of someone's wrong instructions!"

"How many years have we escaped from the dark shadow of Sargeras, but how many people have only reached the entire steppe tribe? How many good warriors will be sacrificed in the annual winter battle, and how many old people and children will die of freezing and starvation?" said Marlowe's voice, which was filled with endless grief and sorrow. "We have been struggling to survive by the law of survival of the fittest, we have endured painful suffering, struggling just for that bite of life-saving food......"

"I ask you, when will this kind of suffering end, will you still be as indifferent as before, and watch the cold wind outside, watch the children and old people of other tribes freeze to death, and watch the precious warriors on the grassland stained the battlefield with blood? Such a selfish and cold attitude is so ruthless, more desperate than the harsh cold wind!"

Marlowe's interrogation tone was aggressive, leaving no face on those who objected, but no one dared to rely on his status as an older person to refute it.

Yes, who can refute it? Every word and every word of Marlowe is deeply pierced in the hearts of everyone, in the past every winter, various tribes have snatched food from the human kingdom just for their own clans, and it is understandable to do so in order to survive, but some tribes are unwilling to share it after receiving rich food, and some greedy guys will even raise their butcher knives to other hungry and cold clans after they have eaten and drunk enough.

Thinking of all the things that have happened, who can say anything, and what face can he use to contradict his chief with the identity of an elder. The orcs also have compassion and compassion, but they are buried deep in their hearts by the harsh living environment.

"When the ancestors fled to this grassland, they were so united, otherwise how could they take root in the grassland, but as time went by, everyone began to become selfish and indifferent, without these selfishness, I think our grassland tribe would never have fallen to such a miserable state. Marlowe said as he looked at every face of shame in front of him. "Let's think about it, if you want to participate in this operation, go to Lei Jie and sign up, I can't guarantee that everyone will come back alive, but I can guarantee that everyone who participates in the mission will return to their hometown with the courage and glory that orcs should have. ”

After saying what he could say, Marlowe walked out of the barracks with heavy steps, leaving behind this group of tribesmen who were surprisingly quiet.

The sky outside was still cloudy, and the cold wind blew Marlowe's young face, but he didn't feel the chill as if it were cast in copper.

"Sooner or later, the blood of heroes will dry up, so why not build a monument of glory while it can still flow. ”

When Marlowe heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head to see Paul standing by the fence outside the barracks.

"Glor's Epic of the Sacred War. Marlowe remembers this to be one of Paul's favorite poems, when the two were still studying at Fort Twin Springs. "Did you hear it all?"

"Yes, I think they heard it too. ”

Five paces away stood a few tall guards, who looked at Marlowe with respect and respect in their eyes, knowing that if Marlowe's plan succeeded, it would bring a precious peace to both humans and orcs, and tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of human warriors would survive this cold winter.

Marlowe didn't mind being overheard, after all, his brother and the guards didn't mean to eavesdrop, and in retrospect, he just spoke quite loudly, and others were forced to hear it, so it wasn't any fault.

"Is the plan I and Regger have really made too crazy?"

Paul patted Marlowe on the shoulder and comforted: "Orcs have the character of not being afraid of danger in their bones, otherwise Regier and the others would not be able to negotiate such a plan with you." Rest assured, I think the rest of this plan is highly feasible except for one part. ”

"What part are you referring to that is difficult to implement?"

"We'll talk again this evening. "Paul sold it. "Let's go, now I'm going to take you to meet someone important. ”

Marlowe could probably guess which part of the plan Paul would disagree with, but that had to be done, and it had to be done himself. But now his brother is going to take him to meet someone, an important person...... Could it be that His Majesty Barbarossa is here?

Marlowe also happened to have something to do with Paul's father, and the implementation of the plan was inseparable from weapons, food, mounts, and warm clothing, except for mounts, everything else needed the assistance of the human kingdom. He nodded in agreement, and then walked alongside Paul with doubts.

"Who's that important person you're talking about?"

"Rest assured, my brother, this is someone who can help you. Paul spoke with joy on his face, and it was clear that the presence of this man had put him in a good mood. "I can tell you a little bit now, the arrival of this man has solved what has been bothering me all along. ”

Seeing that Marlowe was about to ask again, Paul quickly shut up and strode towards the outside of the station.

When a few people left the station, Marlowe couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?" ”

"Don't worry, it's a few steps further on. ”

Seeing that his brother was tight-lipped, Marlowe could only follow and move on.

After walking a short distance, Paul raised his chin and said, "Look, the man is in the carriage ahead." ”

At the corner of the road there appeared a carriage, the door of the carriage was closed, the body was made of ordinary cedar, the surface was only painted with a layer of varnish, because of the perennial use, some parts of the paint have been worn off, the cart is also an ordinary horse, the groom who drives the carriage looks very ordinary, by no means like a person from the mansion of some prince and noble.

The only thing Marlowe was certain of at this time was that it would never be His Majesty Barbarossa sitting in this car, but who would it be?