It turned out that the original story was like this, half a year ago, Paul's father sent someone to Shuangquan Fort to pick him up and go back to learn to manage family affairs, but Paul did not want to go back, according to him, to go back is to go into a cage, and he has to fight for the family business all his life, tired and tired. So Paul decided to flee.

It was only after he escaped the pursuit of his family that Paul began to have time to think about what to do in the future, but he did not think deeply about it, and decided to go into business, thinking that he could make a living by doing business, and that the trade route from the Dwarf Mountains to the Emerald Forest could avoid the human kingdom, and with this reason, he started business.

After all, doing business is a science, to do a good job is a university question, as a rich man who is never short of money, where will Paul be careful in his calculations, and only lose money in half a year, this matter gave him a considerable blow, so he decided to do a big deal, leave a small amount of money, and use the rest of the money to buy sophisticated weapons produced by Dwarf Mountain, and then the money bag fell and had to rush overnight......

After listening to some complaints, Marlowe didn't know what to say, his brother was sometimes extremely wise, sometimes extremely reckless, and did not think about the consequences before doing things, thinking of this, Marlowe couldn't help but glance at Pinak who was riding a wolf in front, and the two were quite similar in this regard.

Paul then asks Marlowe why he is going to the tribe, but with two orc warriors watching, he doesn't dare to say anything like thankless being a chief. Later, Marlowe told Paul about the dwarven brother Fedorin's return to Sunset Mountain, and the two teenagers inevitably sighed again, what a growing pain!

It took another day to get out of the Dark Dragon Mountains, and the rest of the day was spent on the dwarven territory.

After a month or so, Marlowe found that the roads were starting to become smoother, the mountains on both sides were starting to be lower, and the vegetation on the mountains was beginning to become hardy, such as evergreen pines, snow birches with silvery bark, and dwarf cedars.

"Toketafertuna, I'm finally home!" Pinak patted the wolf on the neck vigorously, his expression a little agitated.

"Isn't the Silver Lake Grassland going north to get there?" Marlowe had never been to the Silver Lake Grassland, but he had seen countless maps of the continent in Bona's library since he was a child, and the location of the grassland had long been memorized by him.

Pinak was in a very good mood, and felt that this half-breed with the blessing of the god of war was more pleasing to the eye than before, he grabbed the reins, pointed his leather whip at the mountains on both sides of the continent and asked, "Haha, do you know where this is?"

Marlowe stopped the wolf and replied, "This should be the junction of the Hammer Dwarves and the Orc Territory - the Chariot Mountains. ”

"Oh, you know the name, tell me what else you know?"

"This is the boundary between the god of cold winter and the god of warm spring, from here to the south is the home of the god of warm spring, and from here to the north is the dwelling place of the god of winter, so there are four more months of winter on the grassland every year than in other places. For our orc tribe, this is just one of the important barriers to leave the grassland in the summer, because in the cold winter, the road is blocked by heavy snow, and therefore our relationship with the dwarves is not lukewarm. Marlowe told what he had learned.

When Oga heard Marlowe's words, he said sadly: "The god of winter is not a benevolent god, and many people will freeze and starve to death for the extra four months of winter every year...... In order to survive, every year when the first snow falls, all the tribes of the steppe migrate to the southeast, where we risk our lives to rob humans of food and clothing. Humans therefore call us uncivilized beasts, bloodthirsty madmen, but ...... We're here to survive......"

Marlowe didn't expect his words to cause Oga to sigh, he turned his head to look at Paul on the side, and found that Paul's expression was a little unnatural, after all, he is a human being, and the winter battle staged on time every winter makes all humans hate orcs very much, and the worst should be the country where Paul's family is located - St. George, this country is located at the southeast end of the continent, and it is closest to the grassland controlled by the orcs, so it suffers the most.

"Paul, are you sure you want to follow us to the Silver Lake Meadows?" Marlowe hoped his brother would think about it again.

"Of course, didn't you say that your Warcry Tribe didn't participate in the Winter War last year?" Paul said with a smile as he came back to his senses. "I think I'll have to go and see if I and the family behind me can provide some help and advice, and if we can solve the food problem in the winter, I think it will be a good thing for both of us, right?"

Paul seemed to be smiling casually, but the light in his eyes was infectious to Marlowe and the two orc warriors, a light full of conviction and hope.

"That's right, maybe in the near future, orcs and humans can really live in peace. Marlowe couldn't help but respond.

"Then keep going, and hopefully we'll get to your Warcry tribe sooner, ride!" Paul gently whipped his mount's buttocks with his whip, and several pack horses trotted behind him.

Three men riding wolves hurriedly followed.

When passing through the level set up by the dwarves, Marlowe had to feel that the relationship between the dwarves and the orcs could really only be described as hot, because there were only two dozing dwarf warriors at the simple level, and when they heard Oga throw the toll into the cash box, the two dwarves took off their helmets and glanced at the four of them, and then ignored the four and continued to sleep, not at all worried about whether a few orc murderers would rush over on the other side, and they also didn't care where the four people came from.

Marlowe could only guess in his heart that if the mounts of the four were all carrying wine barrels, maybe the two dwarves would have jumped up a long time ago......

After passing the dwarf level, you will officially enter the vast grassland, and as far as the eye can see, the land is green, and slightly undulating hills will appear from time to time.

Perhaps because he had finally stepped into the door, Ogga's expression was more solemn than before, and he not only checked his weapon, but also asked Pinak to patrol the movements within a mile radius.

Marlowe knew what Oga was worried about, and he wouldn't forget what happened in the Dark Dragon Mountains. Prairie bandit mercenary group, Black Blade, will definitely see you again in the future......

Paul suddenly whispered, "Marlowe, I just thought of something, and I thought it would be necessary to talk to you. ”

"What's the matter?"

"It's about the Warcry Tribe, I just had a crazy inference, maybe I already know who hired the Prairie Bandit Mercenary Group......"