The victory in this battle not only won the Warcry tribe and the other two tribes valuable living space and time, but also gave the dwarves and humans a new understanding of them, although they were not yet close to each other, but the warriors always admired the brave and strong, so it was a good start.

The dwarven king Thorin didn't really care about his bet with the two young men, but losing would be a loss of face, so when he saw the victory of the group of refugees, he left with a box of enchanted gems in his arms, and the rest was naturally in the hands of Johnny's strong army.

The old dwarven general was originally friendly to Marlowe and his party, so he did not create any more problems for Marlowe and them, and returned the materials and livestock confiscated in the past to the three tribes.

When the orcs buried the sacrificed, the old general came to Marlowe to talk.

"You've had a good fight, young man. ”

In the face of the old man's praise, Marlowe, who was not in a high mood, said modestly: "General Johnny, this is not my credit, the tactics were designed by Paul, the human mages and paladins provided great help, everyone worked hard with blood and lives, everyone paid a huge price, and they did a good job." ”

Marlowe's attitude won the old man's smile even more kindly, and he said: "Young man, not only that, but the courage and composure you show as their core also boosts morale, gives them confidence and determination. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. Marlowe thanked the old dwarf and asked. "Did you come to me for any orders?"

"I don't dare to tell the brave orc chieftain anything, hahaha. Johnny quipped with a smile.

"That's right, the supplies and livestock have been returned to you, and His Majesty Thorin has acquiesced in letting you live in the Chariot Mountains temporarily, as for the aforementioned things to help us clear the wasteland and grow food, there is no need to do so, but we can't provide you with any other help. Winter is coming, and you may not have enough food and medicine, so it is best to arrange for people to go to the mountains and forests to collect wild fruits, wild vegetables and herbs during this time. ”

Johnny gave Marlowe a huge surprise, this is the land of the dwarves, everything here belongs to the dwarves, Johnny agreed to let Marlowe and them pick these things, undoubtedly as a big gift.

I saw Marlowe said movingly: "This really helped us solve a big problem, thank you." ”

"It's nothing, my fellow dungeons don't come out to collect these things anyway, they care more about the gold and gems buried in the ground, so it's better to use them than to waste them. Johnny took out two glasses, poured them with dwarven wine, and handed one of them to Marlowe. "Alright, let's get down to business, now let's relax with a drink. ”

At this time, the orcs were bandaging the wounds of the wounded outside, and dozens of people from the three tribes closed their eyes forever, and the living people were carefully guarding the hope of life in their grief, and they should not have enjoyed the wine in such an atmosphere, Marlowe was about to politely refuse, Johnny said again: "Drink, drink this cup for your future, I hope your ancestor Marta will bless you with a happy and peaceful life." ”

The old general's words made it difficult for Marlowe to refuse, and he no longer hesitated to take a drink from his glass, and then bowed and left the dwarven tent.

The two white-robed mages were still reinforcing the ice wall, which was already seventy meters high at this time, and the thickness had reached fifty meters as originally expected.

Seeing that the two mages were still working, Marlowe didn't bother him, but he just called Agna and asked him to prepare more delicious barbecue for the two mages and the human paladin, Marlowe had tasted Agna's cooking skills, and knew that this orc girl made good things, although it was not as good as human chefs, but at least it would not make it difficult for the mages and paladins to swallow.

Marlowe then went to inspect the wounded, who, while he was wounded, were nothing compared to the others.

The situation is not optimistic, but it is not bad, because the dwarves have returned a lot of wound medicine, and the White Hoof tribe has two high-ranking female shamans, and their healing skills have saved many lives, and the Kashmo shaman who was seriously injured was also saved by them.

After seeing the wounded, Marlowe found Bane and Baranza and relayed General Johnny's words to them, much to their delight, and the food and medicine of their two tribes were also not enough to survive the winter.

The three of them consulted, then gathered the children of the tribe and some women who were still free, and arranged for them to go to the mountains and forests to gather food and medicine.

When he was done, Marlowe stood in front of the eagle's beak pass and watched the ice wall being raised one by one, and he couldn't help but think of his father, who was still imprisoned in Orim, his mother, and Arya, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"My brother, what are you thinking?"

Marlowe looked back to find Paul standing behind him, his left arm wrapped in gauze and hanging from his chest, but he was in good spirits and did not show any pain.

"Paul, what's wrong with your hand?" Marlowe didn't notice his brother was injured after the battle.

"Hey, nothing, it's just a broken bone. Paul looked indifferent as he shook the armarmor he was holding in his right hand in front of Marlowe as he spoke. "On the battlefield, even royal artifacts can't guarantee that I won't get hurt, can they?"

This made Marlowe feel guilty and moved, and he knew that he had not mistaken his brother.

Paul walked up to Marlowe and stood side by side with him, then asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Marlowe hadn't figured out what to do. Will it be like Blackblade suggests to draw other small tribes into an alliance and then work together to overthrow the tyranny of the Great Chieftain?

Seeing the sacrifices of dozens of tribesmen again, Marlowe hesitated, everyone wanted a peaceful and happy life, and he was not sure if he was really right to do so, and he was not sure if his people would follow him on this difficult path full of bloodshed and sacrifice.

"I think you should go with me to St. George's, that will help you make up your mind. Paul knew what his brother was thinking, and if he hadn't known Marlowe's qualities and personality in the first place, how could he have decided to marry Marlowe as a brother.

As it happened, Balanza and Bane walked over, and the leaders of the two tribes looked at each other, and then seemed to have made up their minds.

"Chief Marlowe, can our two tribes join your Warcry Tribe?"