The heavy snow in the night had long since covered the traces on the ground, and Marlowe rode his horse alone and walked straight ahead, and the Ragon horse was very tall, but it was also difficult to walk in the snow.

The sun in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and Marlowe could only use the distant mountains as a reference, and he traveled in a zigzag pattern for two hours along the way, but found nothing. Marlowe saw that it was getting late, and that it would be completely dark in about two hours, and that it was not a wise choice to be alone, especially at night when people were sleepy, so he decided to go back around the grove in front of him.

As it passed through the woods, the horse became a little restless, snorting and waging its head to warn the man on its back that there was something in front of it that was disturbing it.

Marlowe was immediately alert, and he jumped off his horse and took up the elven longbow, and preemptively placed the feathered arrows on the bowstring.

Animals tend to have sharper instincts, and they always spot danger in advance, but Marlowe waited in the snow for a while, and nothing happened.

"What's the matter with this horse?" thought Marlowe and led the horse forward, but the horse obviously did not want to enter the grove, and craned his neck vigorously to move.

Is there really any danger in the woods? To find out, Marlowe left his horse where it was, and then hunched his back and groped his way into the woods, a trained ragon horse that did not need to be tethered, but could be summoned by his master with a whistle.

Marlowe walked a few steps and found the abnormality, only to see a palm-sized dark black patch on the trunk of a tree, he leaned up to take a closer look, and then picked out a little bit with his fingernails and rubbed it lightly on his fingertips, the thing actually melted, Marlowe sniffed it again, and his expression immediately became more serious.

This patch is not naturally grown from the bark of a tree, but blood, and it is the blood of orcs.

If you look closely at the plaque, it is not only about the same size as the palm of your hand, but even the shape looks a little similar, but it is just four fingers. A normal human with five fingers was 90% sure that it was a bloodstain left by an orc, and after looking around, he found several more traces of the same blood.

It should have been left behind by the orcs who were wounded in the battle last night. Marlowe thought so, and the hand holding the bow couldn't help but increase a little more strength.

Sneaking deeper into the woods, he took as little step as he could, lest his boots creak on the soft snow, which was so quiet that even the birds were nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Marlowe dodged behind a large tree, and just now, he saw an orc sitting with his back against the tree.

Taking a deep breath, he poked his head out slightly to make sure he wasn't dazzled.

It was indeed an orc, and there was more than one, and the other orcs were lying under the tree resting in their clothes. Marlowe roughly counted seven or eight orcs, but something strange caught his attention.

The orcs didn't care about the snow that covered them, and the orcs lying on the ground didn't move, as did the one leaning against the trunk.

Could it be that he fell asleep? Marlowe decided to take a closer look.

Click!

Marlowe stepped on a dead branch under the snow, and it was terrible to make such a noise in such a quiet environment, and he shot an arrow at the sitting orc.

With one hit, the arrow pierced the orc's neck accurately, and then nailed to the trunk of the tree with a muffled bang, and the arrow feathers still trembled in the air.

Three more arrows were placed on the bowstring, but they did not go out.

It's strange, it's so strange that such a big movement didn't wake up the orcs on the ground. Marlowe maintained the posture of drawing the bow step by step, and when he was still more than ten meters away from the other party, he stopped, this distance is relatively safe, and if there is an orc riot, he can deal with it in time.

The orcs lying on the ground closed their eyes tightly, their skin was purple and blue, and there was not a trace of hot breath coming out of their mouths and noses.

"Dead?" Marlowe looked at for a few minutes before coming up with the answer. "There were only footprints left on the snow around us, and it seemed that there were no enemies nearby. ”

Putting away his longbow and drawing his sword, Marlowe walked over to observe the corpses, which were tattooed with sharp teeth on both cheeks of the orcs, which he had seen on Neil Wolffang's face.

"Looks like someone from the Wolffang Tribe. Marlowe looked again, and found that the orcs, who had been dead for a long time, were all seriously wounded, presumably left over from the battle last night, and barely managed to survive after the defeat, and then rested here forever.

Marlowe didn't touch the corpses again, anyway, these orcs also launched an attack on humans for the survival of the tribe, although the two sides are enemies now, but they should not be disrespectful to these people who sacrificed for the sake of the tribe.

Exiting the woods, Marlowe turned over and got on his horse, but instead of returning the way he came, he continued to move forward.

After dawn this morning, James sent a reconnaissance team to find the traces of these wolf tooth tribes, probably because of fear, those soldiers only went out to search for more than an hour before returning to the cuckoo village, but the heavy snow did not stop last night, the traces of the orc's escape must have been covered under the snow, how could it be possible to find out where the wolf tooth tribe fled without running far.

Marlowe didn't expect such an unexpected gain from coming out to find Princess Olena, so he decided to go farther away to take a look, even if he didn't find Her Royal Highness, it was not a waste of half a day to find the specific location of the Wolf Tooth Tribe.

However, more than an hour passed after this walk, and the sky gradually darkened.

Marlowe didn't find any traces left by Princess Olena along the way, and he guessed that the princess should not have gone in this direction, but he found a lot of traces left by the orc tribe on the way, and these traces became more and more obvious.

His position was getting closer and closer to the northern steppes.

Coming to a small river five meters wide, Marlowe finally stopped, the war horse was already tired, and he planned to rest here for a while.

Looking at the somewhat gray vast grassland ahead, Marlowe finally decided to go back later, the Wolf Tooth Tribe should have retreated to the north, and it was pointless to chase him down like this.

At this moment, he suddenly saw sparkling sparks floating behind the mountain bag in the distance, which would not last in the air for a few seconds before extinguishing, but they were especially conspicuous in such an environment.

Judging from the number of sparks and the height of the flight, the campfire should not be large, which indirectly indicates that there are not many people there. In order to determine the identity of those people, Marlowe decided to venture over and take a look.

This time, you can't ride a horse over, and the movement of the horse will definitely attract the attention of the other party. Marlowe left his horse where he was, checked his gear, and slid quietly across the river towards the hill.