However, it seems that because of his concern for Oga on the side, Paul did not express his guess, but only said that he still needs to think again, and wait until the Warcry Tribe will elaborate.

The four of them continued to move deeper into the hinterland of the grassland, but they didn't see any orc tribes along the way, and Oga explained that at this time, the various tribes migrated further north, and then slowly migrated south as the temperature gradually decreased, but the Warcry tribe did not migrate north because they began to try farming in the past two years, so they could reach it by walking slowly for another day.

After walking for less than half a day, Marlowe heard a wolf howl from a long distance, and the three wolves on his side also craned their necks in response. The blue sky and white clouds, the grassland is vast, and the wolf howls are particularly long in this empty land.

Soon, dozens of figures appeared where the sky and the grassland met, Pinak ran over on a wolf one step ahead, the two sides talked a few words to confirm their identity, and then the group of people ran after Pinak.

More than a dozen of the group rode tall wolves, and the rest rode Kodomon. Their clothing and weapons are obviously different because of the different mounts, and the orcs who ride the wolf are the same as Ogga, with a fur cloak on the upper body, and animal skin pants on the lower body, and the weapons in their hands are all of medium and upper quality. The riders don't have cloaks, they just keep their chests in the sun, and most of their weapons are half-metal, half-wood, or just a thick stick.

Generally speaking, the stronger the strength, the more wealth you will grab from participating in the Winter War every year, and to prove your wealth, the richer the orcs will have, the better the weapons they have, and the more metal the orc tribe consumes quite a lot every year, and they will spend most of their income to buy metal weapons or daily necessities.

The orcs are trapped in such a cycle that the stronger they get, the richer they get, and the richer they get, the stronger they get.

In the eyes of other races, the orcs are a bunch of savage and crazy metal controls, so they are reluctant to sell weapons to the orcs, and no one wants them to fall on their own people one day.

Marlowe had listened to his mother explain the composition of the orc tribe, and those who rode the wolves must be the backbone of the tribe - orc warriors, while those who rode the Kodo beasts were ordinary orc cavalry. Of course, the tribe also has infantry and some other arms, but the two mentioned above are the most important armed forces of the tribe.

Pinak came back first, and said, "The chief is fine, he is now discussing the distribution of grain seeds with the chiefs of several other tribes. ”

This made Marlowe and the others finally put their minds at ease.

Then, the group rode their mounts for a wild run, and finally slowed down when they were about to collide with Marlowe and the others. A dozen orc warriors rode wolves on, and the orcs who rode Kodomon split into two paths, roaring and circling around Marlowe and the others, the hooves of Kodomon rumbled against the earth, and Paul's horses were a little frightened, raising their front hooves and neighing.

An orc on the opposite side raised his scimitar in his hand: "Tonuba (Quiet)!"

The crowd immediately reined in their mounts and fell silent, and for a moment there was silence, except for the dumbfounded Kodo beasts snorting.

Pointing the scimitar at Ogga, the orc said, "TanduoBurnuziBarNiYiryta (in the name of the ancestors, boy, give your name)!"

"TusangYomittogHoshBarhojTydo (I haven't seen you in a few months, you want to be beaten again)?" Oga pulled out the scimitar behind his back with a cold face.

The orc's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. A good knife, a really good knife! Look at the broken iron in your hand, which is already full of gaps...... The orc decisively withdrew the scimitar from its scabbard.

"Hahaha, Ogga, where did you get the scimitar, did you have one for me?"

Marlowe could see that the relationship between the two should be good, but he saw that the orc drove a wolf to Oga's side with bad intentions, and suddenly reached out to grab Oga's knife, and Oga pulled a knife flower and slapped the other party's hand away with the back of the knife.

"Rutath, this knife was given by the chief's son, you give me this heart. ”

"Oh, by the way, you didn't mention that I almost forgot, this is the chief's son, right?" the orc named Lutas finally set his eyes on Marlowe.

It looks pretty strong, but why does that face look like an elf? And that plate armor is too extravagant! This was Rutas's first impression of Marlowe.

Marlowe had been observing this orc for a long time, and this orc looked similar to other orcs, except that he had a shallow beard on his chin, his eyes were always restless and looking around, and the whole person looked more slippery than other orcs. And the most attractive thing is the other party's wolf, Lutas's wolf is covered in thick black hair, with two white eyebrows, a little bigger than other wolves, those eyes are not black or yellow, but crimson, plus the wolf itself is cold and arrogant, giving people a particularly cold and ruthless feeling.

No matter how you look at it, Marlowe feels that Rutas and this wolf are very incompatible in temperament.

Just like when Oga and Pinak first met Marlowe, looking at the elf face, Rutas didn't know what to say, and felt quite awkward.

"Huh...... Welcome home. Rutas hesitated to go over and give Marlowe a hug, but Frost Warcry warned him, and he dismissed the idea. "Now that everyone has arrived, let's go back. ”

"Tonubast!"

The orcs who had been watching Marlowe and Paul immediately rushed away with their whips, and they went back first to report the news of Marlowe and the others returning home to the chief, and by the way, they also had to inform the orc warriors who were patrolling outside to return to the tribe to participate in the ceremony. The only ones left are the dozen orc warriors riding wolves, but don't look at these only a dozen orcs, they are all warriors who can master the fury of blood, and they have rich combat experience, plus the wolves that cooperate with them, even if they encounter a hundred-person human infantry team, they can win.

Rutas and Oga and Pinak walked in front and whispered, Marlowe and Paul walked in the middle with the pack horses, followed by the other orc warriors.

Rutas didn't care about Paul, a human, Oga must have a reason to bring a human over, and Oga really didn't disappoint him, after a few words, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Paul several times, but the focus was still on the wooden boxes on the back of the pack horses.

"Marlowe, I think I'm going to make money this time. Paul knew that Oga had told Rutas about the Dwarven Mountain weapon, and it seemed that the first business of the Prairie Trip was about to be delivered. And it wasn't a psychological strain for him, after all, the Warcry Tribe was preparing to completely disengage in the Winter War, and as long as the butcher's knife didn't fall on the humans, these weapons would be sold to anyone.

"Paul, when are you going to tell me what you guessed?" At this time, Marlowe was thinking about another matter, he had also thought carefully about the previous assassination, and also had his own guess, and the result of the guess surprised him a little, so he now very much wanted to discuss the matter with Paul.

It's a sensitive topic, and maybe no one can guess what the two are talking about, but what if there are spies for those people in the group of orc warriors?

Paul looked at the grassland scenery and exclaimed in a natural tone: "The scenery here is so beautiful, I really want to know if Omri is more beautiful in the north?"

When Marlowe heard this, his pupils immediately shrank. Sure enough, Paul and I guessed the same!