The rituals of the orcs are simple and primitive, a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Under the revelation of the Blood Moon, by the campfire, and in the testimony of the orcs of the tribe, Marlowe was given a new name by the ancestors, so his full name became Marlo Vivia, Warcry, Durotan. Because the ancestors gave the name, it was placed before the surname.

Back in town, the Kashmo Shaman's mission is complete, and the final ritual will be performed by Tunak.

Everyone gathered in the wide square in front of the chieftain's hall, and Tunak walked up to Marlowe with a cloak that symbolized the orc warrior, and Marlowe got down on one knee again.

"Oga and Pinak told me that you have been blessed by your ancestors and can use the Fury of Blood, right?"

"Yes, Chief. In such formal occasions, Marlowe must also address his father as chief.

Tunak received an affirmative answer, relieved and proud in his heart, after all, pure-blooded orcs need luck to awaken the wrath of blood, and some orcs may not be blessed by their ancestors for the rest of their lives. As a half-breed son, he is still so young, he can already use the fury of Blood, and he can only barely be considered an orc warrior when Marlowe is his age, how can this not make people proud.

"So, I'm going to give you this frostwolf cloak, do the warriors of the tribe have any objections?" Tunak glanced at the crowd, according to orc tradition, someone would come out to test Marlowe at this time.

Sure enough, a warrior in a cloak of animal skin stood up: "Chief, the cloak can only be draped on the shoulders of the tribal warriors, if you want to get the cape, you have to prove your strength, and I, Torru, don't think he has the corresponding strength." ”

"Very well, Torru, you understand that this is the glory of the tribe, then, it is up to you to put him to the test, do you agree?" Tunak was not angry, he was a proud orc at heart, and he didn't want his son to be looked down upon, let alone Marlowe to be able to easily put on this cloak that represented the honor of the tribe.

It's hard to know and cherish everything when it comes too easily.

"Yes, Chief. Torroux took a step forward and said to Marlowe. "Come on, Marlowe, let me see if you really deserve the name Durotan!"

Torru wasn't the strongest in the tribe, but he was still in the middle of a hundred orc warriors. I saw him take off his shiny cloak, revealing his sturdy body.

Marlowe stood up and faced his opponent head-on, a heat stirring in his heart, this was the first time he had shown his skills in the tribe, and he decided to give up the help of elven magic for a while and prove himself by defeating the opponent in the way of orcs.

The firelight illuminated the night, and the scattered crowd was focused on the two dueling men, they were very excited, because the orc tribe believed in the respect of the strong, and no one wanted the one who inherited the chieftain to be a weakling, they wanted to see Marlow fighting, especially the men of the tribe began to shout and cheer.

"Torru, beat him!"

"For the glory of the warriors, Torru, don't coax, him!"

"Show your housekeeping skills, Torru!"

As a wanderer who has just returned to the tribe, Marlowe has not yet been recognized by the tribe, not to mention that he has the face of an elf and a human brother. But fortunately, at least Pinak was cheering him on: "Marlowe, that kid from Torru is always thinking about Agna, don't be merciful, beat him hard for me, remember, he's most afraid of someone beating him in the face!"

"Brother, what are you talking about!"

Oga stood beside the chief, he didn't speak, just stared at Marlowe with burning eyes. He is a warrior loyal to the chief, but at the same time more loyal to the tribe, he hopes that the chief's son will not really have to play some elven tricks, this is a tribe of orcs, if he can't really win the opponent, then Marlowe's ability will definitely be questioned and despised by everyone.

After such a long period of contact, he felt that Marlowe's character was not bad, and he was also smart, but he lacked a little bit of the blood and wildness that an orc should have, which needed someone to stimulate it often, just like the black blade did.

Tolru's body bulged out muscles in the light of the fire, making him look stronger and more powerful, as indestructible as a boulder on the ground. Marlowe, on the other hand, was a little thinner, and even though his muscles were well-defined, he didn't seem to be able to withstand Torrou's full force.

However, Marlowe's momentum is not weaker than Tolru's, and when Tollo looked at himself, Marlowe told the other party with his eyes without showing weakness: "Today, I will definitely beat you down with my fist!"

"Cashmo, let's get started. Tunak patted the wolf next to him on the head, believing that his children would never fail easily, because Marlow was his and Gina's child, and parents were always confident in their children.

"YupapaTanduo!" Mashmo Shaman unleashed the Ancestral Totem again, but this time with a slight adjustment.

The rune totem circle only extended to the feet of Marlowe and Torru, and the feeling of blood boiling appeared again, Marlowe's heart was beating hard, every cell in his body began to be filled with power, his skin began to turn red, his muscles began to bulge, everyone saw this scene, Marlowe could indeed use the blood rage!

Because of the help of Shaman Kashmo, the killing, destruction, and bloodlust that come with launching the Blood Fury have been restrained in large part. This is just a competition between clansmen, not a battle to the death.

"You can really use the blessing of your ancestors, but you're still too weak to even restrain yourself. Torru's skin had turned dark purple at the moment, but he was used to unleashing blood rage, and he was able to contain negative emotions that could not be completely suppressed by the shaman.

Marlowe clenched his fists, his breathing getting heavier, and he now needed an outlet to drain the energy that was flooding his body.

"Whew......"

A long wolf howl pierced the night sky.

The two dueling men raised their fists and rushed towards each other almost at the same time, and boom, the chests of both of them made a loud bang at the same time, which was the signal that the battle had officially begun. The two punched each other and had to take a few steps back to dissolve the force on their bodies.

Torrou had no idea that Marlowe, who seemed to have a thin body, actually hid so much power. Torru's expression became serious, and this opponent deserved all his strength and ability.

"Eat me again!" In the moment of Tolru's surprise, Marlowe had already begun to attack a second time, and his not strong body made him more agile and agile, and the speed of his attack was faster.

The instincts that Torru had developed over the course of the long battle were evident when he crossed his arms over his chest, just in front of Marlowe's path, which would be parried by orc warriors, but they could not use it so skillfully and accurately.

Marlowe couldn't immediately raise his foot and kick his opponent in the stomach, and Torru dodged sideways.

At this time, Marlowe got too close, and Torru took advantage of the situation to sweep with his arms, and this time he used his arms as weapons to use his combat skill - Whirlwind Slash!