No one in the steppe could refuse the order of the Great Chief, not to mention that the Great Chief's reasons were reasonable, and Tunak had no choice but to agree in the end.

The hall was lit by fire, and the two red-skinned orcs left after receiving an answer, but everyone had no heart to report on the work of the tribe in the past year, and the order of the great chief was like a skull-shattering axe to shatter everyone's joy.

Eventually, the meeting ended in a heavy atmosphere, with Tunak finally announcing Marlo's temporary chieftaincy, Kashmo Shaman and Oga assisting Marlo in tribal affairs, Kashmo Shaman was highly respected, and Olga's bravery and loyalty were second to none in the tribe, and no one disputed this.

The crowd dispersed, and Marlowe stayed behind to try to convince his father not to go north, but Tunak said that he had sworn to his ancestor Marta that he would obey any orders of the Great Chief, and that this time he would have to go to Orim for a blessing or a curse. Tunak made a choice between his life and his oath, his stubbornness and persistence left Marlowe helpless, and he felt that no one in this world could change his father's will, unless the ancestor Marta himself came to the mortal world to change all this.

Marlowe prayed to Marta for a revelation, but his prayers were to no avail, and it seemed that the god had decided to embark on this auspicious journey.

Three days later, the supplies to be shipped to Orim were ready, and Tunak appeared at the entrance of the town on Frost Warcry, accompanied by twenty-five orc warriors and forty-five orc warriors, as well as more than eight hundred Kodo beasts carrying heavy supplies. There are very few people who escort the supplies, but they don't have to worry about being robbed by other tribes, because there are two royal emissaries from Orem in the team, and as for the steppe bandit mercenary group, even if they want to rob, some people close to them will not allow them to do so.

At this parting, Tunak quietly looked at the town he had built, which was not prosperous enough, but it had at least pointed out the future direction for all the steppe tribes.

Looking at the crowd who came to see them off, looking at his son, Tunak regretted that he couldn't do more for them, but his heart was calm and relieved, his fate could not be changed, but the fate of the Warcry tribe would be turned upside down because of these lovely people......

"Let's go!" Tunak gave the order to the escort team.

The procession began to march mightily towards the north, and many of the people who saw it off did not know what the procession was going to face, waving their hands and singing the send-off song of the tribe in the hope that their chieftain and relatives would return soon.

Marlowe felt extremely heartbroken and helpless, could he really not do anything? Last night, his father talked to him all night and told him everything that needed to be explained, it was like listening to his father's last words before he died, and he felt extremely bad.

At this moment the snow fell again on the withered steppe, and the back of the long journey was so resolute that the rumbling footsteps and clanging bells of the Kodo beast seemed to be playing a mournful elegy for him.

"Mother, what should I do......" Marlowe asked his mother in the distance, and even more so himself.

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Because the supplies were shipped beyond the previous plan, Marlowe had to take over what his father had not been able to do, and with the help of the Kashmo Shaman and Barrow, who had the best farming skills in the tribe, Marlowe finally got the distribution plan in the warehouse.

Since there are 1,000 extra sacks of barley and jerky, the tribe's grain should last for an extra month, but this is far from enough, you must know that this year's cold winter can be more than seven months, and how to spend the next three months after eating the grain is a big problem in front of everyone.

"Let's save as much as possible, from today everyone will eat porridge, and children can eat an extra piece of jerky. Kashmo Shaman sighed that there was no such thing as caring for the elderly in the tribe, because the elderly orcs did not care for special care.

Marlowe nodded: "That's all there is to it." Barrow, you inform families of this order. Ogga, from today onwards, you will have someone to guard the Horde's warehouse. Pinak, you lead the team around the situation. Agna, please bring someone to check on everyone in the tribe again, and make sure that there are no major problems until the cold winter really arrives. Rutath, you go and ask the merchants if they can provide food, clothing, bedding......"

Orders teleported from the Chief's Hall, and the Warcry Tribe's brand-new machine began to spin again. In the end, only Marlowe and Shshmo Shaman were left in the hall.

Look, this is Paul's letter. The old orc took out a rolled-up note from his bosom, which was as white as snow and was a specialty of the human kingdom.

"When did Paul's letter arrive?" Marlowe asked, looking at the note.

"The prairie eagle that gave him flew into my room at noon today. ”

Marlowe read the letter at a glance, and the depressed mood of the past two days finally improved.

In the letter, Paul William said goodbye and told Marlowe that he had sent someone to Sunset Mountain, and that it might not be long before he could contact his dwarven brother, Fedorin Barrel. Paul also mentions that on the way back to St. George's, he went to Fort Two Springs, where he met Marlowe's mother and Arya, both of whom were fine and told Marlowe not to worry. Then he said something else, and told Marlowe to go to St. George's when he was in trouble.

"I'll write back to Paul to-morrow, and ask you to take care of that prairie eagle. ”

"I will. The shaman nodded, then looked into Marlowe's eyes and asked. "You've really decided you want to meet that person?"

Marlowe bowed his head and was silent for a moment, then looked up and replied firmly: "Yes, my father has been gone for three days, and I think I must do something for him before the danger comes." ”

"I understand your feelings, and I understand your thoughts, but that kind of person...... Let's go, I'll take you to meet him. Seeing Marlowe's expression, Cashmo knew his persuasion would not work, the boy was as stubborn as his father.

The two of them took advantage of the night that had just fallen to the outside of the town, and the grassland at night was exceptionally quiet and there was no one in sight.

"Come out, I know you're here. Kashmo Shaman said as he raised his torch into the darkness.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the respected Kashmo Shaman to take the initiative to contact me, oh, I still have this little bastard with me, what, are you planning to exchange him for money?"

A black figure slowly emerged from the darkness, but he stopped only when he was just enough to be illuminated by the torches.

"Black Blade?"