"My old friend, it's been hard enough for us to follow all the way here, and this is the son of Tunak next to you. The black-clad leader stared at Marlowe, waiting for the moment to strike a lethal blow.

Marlowe felt that the other party was less like an orc, but more like a poisonous snake crawling out of the abyss.

"Hmph, Blackblade, I don't have a friend like you. Ogaleng snorted, clutching the scimitar tightly, he was also waiting.

The Black Blade is the code name for that leader, and in the Prairie Bandit Mercenary Regiment, no one uses his real name.

"It's okay, we weren't friends in the past, but maybe we can be friends today, aren't we?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Ogga's eyes, and he asked, "You want me to betray the tribe?"

"No, no, no, as long as you leave him behind, I can let you go, our mercenary group will definitely keep a tight mouth about this, and when you return to the tribe, no one will know what happened today, if you don't believe it, I can swear to Marta, the god of war." ”

Everyone present understood who "he" was referring to, and Marlowe also knew in his heart that the other party had proved the other party's intention by shooting at him many times.

Pinak raised his tomahawk and scolded, "Don't insult your ancestors, you orc scum!"

"Brainless idiot!"

"I'm going to cut off your head!" the impulsive Pinak was stopped by Oga and it was not yet time to strike.

The Black Blade didn't care about Pinak's anger at all, he led the team to track all the way from the grassland to this is not to kill the orcs of these two warcry tribes, besides, these two orcs are not weak, if the other party fights to the death, I am afraid that it will have to pay a lot of price, he decided to delay a little longer and wait for the others to set up the trap.

"Ogga, let me tell you the truth, our mercenary group has taken over two big deals this time, this little bastard next to you is worth five thousand gold coins, and Tunak's head is worth fifty thousand gold coins, if nothing else, Tunak is now a cold corpse. So I advise you, give us that little bastard, and our mercenary group can divide you with two hundred gold coins, what do you think?"

Marlowe looked at the Black Blade in shock and anger, who would pay such a big price for our father and son to die!

This time to pick up Marlo at Fort Twin Springs was secretly arranged by the chief, and only a few people in the tribe knew about it, but the people of the "steppe tumor" still followed them all the way here, which was already very abnormal, but Oga didn't expect that someone would actually want to kill Chief Tunak.

"Who betrayed us, who wanted the chief and his son to die?" Ogar's words were as cold as winter, he was already very sure that there was a traitor in the Warcry Tribe, but even if the chief died, it would never change his loyalty, he said with a determined look at Marlowe. "Today you will pay a terrible price!"

Pinak's nostrils were spewing hot air in the cold night, and he could not tolerate anyone betraying the tribe, so he picked up his axe and said fiercely: "When I return to the tribe, I will personally send that bastard who betrayed the tribe to hell!"

"I don't think you'll get a chance to go back. Blackblade's estimated time was up, he narrowed his eyes and ordered. "Shoot the arrows!"

He and several people behind him shot the crossbow arrows in their hands at the same time, but when they struck, their eyes revealed a look of annoyance and confusion.

This time, the assassins did not focus on Marlowe, and the four men and two wolves facing the assassins only needed to deal with one or two crossbow arrows, which was very easy for Marlowe, who had half-elf blood, and it was easy for the two orc warriors to deal with, and the two wolves only avoided the weapons fired with a slight jump, as for Paul, he took a long two-handed sword and directly split the crossbow arrows that were fired.

"What's going on! what are those idiots doing!" Seeing that things weren't going in the direction he expected, Blackblade slammed his crossbow to the ground.

"Boom", in the firelight, a black figure was thrown out and fell to the ground, this person's eyes were wider than the copper bell, and the bitten neck was gushing blood. The man remained motionless, apparently out of breath.

"Whew......"

In the light of the fire, which lit up the sky, a huge wolf walked step by step, the blood of the enemy dyed its originally snow-white hair bright red like fire, the blood on its sharp teeth imprinted its feet dripping down, its eyes were as cold as winter, as ruthless as a blizzard, the killing just completed did not show a trace of fatigue from it, it still walked steadily towards Marlowe like a king.

The murderous aura of the frost battle cry had not yet dissipated, which made warriors like Oga and Pinak a little frightened, and it walked over to Marlowe and looked coldly at the Blackblades.

It was so calm that there was no glint of excitement in its eyes, but Marlowe felt it, and beneath that calm was boundless anger and a desire to kill.

Smelling the thick smell of blood, Marlowe's heart seemed to have opened the sealed magic box, the blood in his whole body seemed to have turned into scorching magma, every pore was roaring to drink the blood of the enemy, that was the call of blood, that was the power of the wild, Marlowe's arms were trembling slightly, and a power that had never been felt before was being awakened.

He wants to fight, he wants to kill, he wants to crush all the enemies in front of him!

Marlowe slowly raised his elven sword towards the black blade: "Ogga, Pinak, and the wolves of the tribe, for the sake of the tribe, fight with me!"

Oga and Pinak looked at Marlowe, their faces suddenly showed a look of surprise, at this time, Marlowe's eyes were bloodshot, his skin became red, and his muscles swelled, this is a combat skill that only orc warriors have - blood rage!

Before the two of them could come to their senses, Marlowe was already rushing towards the enemy with his sword in hand, and he walked like a rainbow with great momentum, and every step he took made a loud noise that made people's blood boil like stepping on the drums of war.

"For the Horde!"

"Whew......"

The orc warriors and wolves couldn't help but keep up with Marlowe's pace, at this moment, Marlowe is the leader of this team, and the orcs and wolves will follow him to fight, and they will crush all the enemies in their way with their weapons!

"Vine Entanglement!"

Countless arm-thick vines suddenly appeared at the Assassins' feet, and in the blink of an eye, they restrained several Assassins in place. The Assassins were just alarmed, they didn't expect a half-blood bastard to be able to use elven magic, they hadn't even bothered about Marlowe's Ranger strafing before, but the Assassins had fought countless battles and had a lot of experience to deal with the dilemma.

"Swift Light!"

Marlowe's speed increased again, and the Blackblades could only faintly see an afterimage under the light of the fire. Just as the black blade was about to untie the shackles, a dark shadow suddenly shrouded him, and he saw Marlowe holding the elven sword high, and the sword was dazzling like holy light in the firelight.

"Die!" (Everyone, keep asking for votes, you're about to be squeezed out of the new book list, crying, begging for clicks, begging for collections, begging for recommendation votes, begging for your friends to help!)