Many days had passed, and Paul only hated himself for not being able to help at the time, and after comforting his brother a few words, he planned to visit the survivors of the Warcry Tribe.

Because Johnny had already said hello, the group was not stopped at all when they left. As for the negotiation with the dwarves, the old dwarven general asked Marlowe to receive Paul first, and it was not too late to talk about it later.

When Paul saw the orcs lying in the barracks, he felt very sad, whether it was this group of wounded or those orcs who were left in the steppe forever, there were people he was familiar with, he had drunk and wrestled with those orcs during the time of the warcry tribe, but unfortunately I am afraid that there will be no chance in the future.

As for Paul's subordinates who have been guarding Paul, they are much more indifferent, they were startled when they saw the orcs in the whole barracks, although most of them were old people, women and children, but they were still nervous, and the two mages even blocked the door to prevent Paul from entering, after all, they had just fought with the orc army on the border of St. George, in their eyes, the orcs were not kind guys, they thought that the orcs would only slaughter humans frantically in addition to plundering, and it was likely to be dangerous to let His Royal Highness the prince in.

This made Paul angry, and the Orcs of the Warcry Tribe had not hurt themselves in the past, and that would not happen now. He forcibly ordered his men to stay outside the barracks, and then went in himself to greet the group of former friends.

Marlowe and Agna were always by his side, and Marlowe knew that Paul didn't do it because of himself, and that they didn't have the same prejudice as others when they grew up in Fortfort Twin Springs.

After a final visit to the Kashmo Shaman, who had just woken up for the day, Marlowe accompanied Paul out of the sad barracks, while Agna stayed behind to take care of her grandfather.

The two walked up to an uninhabited watchtower in the dwarven quarters, and Paul finally exhaled a breath of angry heat against the cold wind, and then both looked at the sky in the direction of the grassland, where the dark clouds were slowly moving in this direction, like the terrifying minions of the god of winter.

There was silence for a while, and finally Marlowe spoke first: "My brother, is there no problem for you, as the prince of St. George, to come to me at this time, you know, the battle of the cold winter is about to officially begin......"

It's a millennia war between humans and orcs, and the feud between the two sides grows over time, and although both are for survival, it means completely different things to both sides, one for food, and the other for the defense of the country.

Now the two belong to one side, fortunately, the Warcry tribe has long since stopped participating in this war, Marlowe and Paul are not in opposing positions, to some extent the positions of the two are even somewhat identical, and there is no escaping the grievances between the two races, if you don't talk about it, sooner or later the two will have a bitter heart.

"Marlowe, I'm glad you still call me brother. Paul was glad to hear this title again. "You know, I was even worried that you would break up with me. ”

Marlowe gripped the railing of the watchtower and smiled bitterly: "I really want to break up with you liar, but I am just you two brothers, and I don't want one to be missing suddenly." ”

Paul smiled, he didn't want his brother to leave him.

"Hey, the Battle of Winter should be about to begin, right?"

"It's been almost a few days, and I just led a fight with a small group of orcs two days ago. Hey, it's awkward to talk to you, the chief of the orc tribe, about this. Paul slapped the railing hard.

Now the identities of the two are different, one is the prince of the human kingdom, and the other is the chief of the orc tribe, and when they talk, they always feel that there is an invisible crystal wall between the two brothers.

"I think so too, so let's forget who we are first. Marlowe suggested.

Paul agreed: "I agree. ”

This finally made the two of them a little more comfortable, and Marlowe asked, "Are you going to make your father angry when you come here now?"

"For the sake of your brother, it's worth being beaten, isn't it?"

Marlowe was so moved by these words that he patted his brother on the shoulder vigorously.

In fact, Paul wanted to rush over when he saw the falcon returning, but he postponed his trip because he accidentally encountered an orc army, the orc tribe had about 80 people, he took 300 warriors to fight hard to repel it, and then in order to eradicate the hidden danger, he launched a siege and suppressed the remaining orcs, and it was not until late the night before yesterday that the last orc was captured.

At that time, there were only a few gray-robed mages around him, and it took another day to find the white-robed mages who could open the portal, so it was delayed until today, of course, he came here secretly, and his father didn't know about it at all.

Because he didn't know the situation of the Warcry tribe, Paul still cautiously asked the white-robed mage to open the portal to the eagle's beak pass where he had passed, and he was ready to sneak into the grassland to check the situation after coming, not expecting to be told by the dwarves that the Warcry tribe was staying at the dwarven station. Anyway, seeing that Marlowe was okay, Paul finally let go of the big stone in his heart, but the current situation of the Warcry tribe made him worry again.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Paul.

The current predicament of the Warcry tribe made Marlowe at a loss, he said: "I hope to stay here for a while, at least let the wounded of the tribe recuperate, and then return to the grassland when next spring arrives to contact other tribes to form an alliance against the rule of the red-skinned orcs, but the king of the dwarves does not want us to stay, he told us to return to the grassland before you came, but now we can only die, so I may take them to Doublesprings Castle......"

"This dwarven king is such a merciless bastard!" Paul cursed angrily, then shook his head. "Marlowe, I also don't think you can go back to the grassland now, but your plan to take the tribe to Twin Springs Fort won't work at all, and the countries along the way are invincible mountaintop giants to you hundreds!"

"But I have no other way. Marlowe, too, knew that his plans were bordering on madness, and he stared into the distance with a wry smile, the future of the tribe as bleak as the looming clouds.

The two fell silent, Paul pursed his lips and frowned, and finally said as if with great determination: "Or you take the tribe to St. George, and I will let the mage open the portal to send you there." ”

A white-robed mage can only open a portal once a day, and the number of people who can pass through is only a dozen or so, Paul obviously wants to call all the white-robed mages of St. George to be coolies, but there are only six white-robed mages in the entire St. George, except for the two around him, the other four are stationed in the fortress of the empire. In the midst of the Winter War, it was clear that Paul would be putting the entire country at great risk, and the other four white-robed mages were not his subordinates, so how could they follow his orders.

Marlowe could feel how resolute Paul's attitude was, and as long as he nodded, Paul would definitely try to do it.

"Thank you, my brother, but please don't be impulsive, I can't let you do this. ”