These are two warriors from the Warcry Tribe, the one about Marlowe's age named Pinak Warcry and the older one called Oga Warcry. They wore leather trousers and nothing on their upper bodies, except for a long, oily black wool cape, both of them a head taller than Marlowe, and their bulging muscles contained infinite strength. They have the grass-green skin unique to the Orcs of the Silver Lake Prairie, and the two long canine teeth on their jaws add a bit of viciousness to the outside of their mouths.

There was no warm greeting between the clansmen when they met, and Pinak stared at Marlowe coldly without saying a word, which made Marlowe uncomfortable, he had never seen anyone with such cold eyes.

The corners of Ogga's mouth barely pulled into an ugly smile, and the chief's son turned out to have the face of an elf...... Although I heard the chief mention this before I came, it was still a little difficult to accept when I saw the real person, this is the son of the chief, the future heir of the tribe, and the goddesses of the elves actually gave the chief's son such a face, is this playing tricks on the orc tribe!

According to the aesthetic standards of the orc clan, Marlowe's face is not rough enough, there are no protruding canine teeth on his mouth, his complexion is still disgusting earthy yellow (actually wheat-colored), his body hair is not thick enough, and his body shape does not look as strong and powerful as a tribal woman.

"Hello. Marlowe has lost count of how many times he has seen such expressions, and some foreign elves and orcs will even speak ill of each other, and the two orcs in front of him are extremely friendly and tolerant.

Alya was disgruntled and wanted to say a few words, but Marlowe stopped her.

"You...... Yes, strong ......" Oga felt that he was a little short of words. "That'...... Get ready to go. ”

Pinak gave Marlowe another cold look, then turned away. Even if the other party was the son of the chief, he didn't intend to give Marlowe a good face.

There are only two kinds of people in the orc tribe who are revered, one is the shaman, who represents the inheritor of the wisdom of the orcs in their long history, and the other is the warrior who represents the guardian power of the orc tribe. Marlowe looked to Pinak like a skinny lamb that could be knocked down with just one punch, oh no, maybe he could blow the kid into the air with a sneeze.

In the same way, he didn't think Marlowe could be a shaman. The men, women and children of the orc tribe are excellent warriors, but the shaman needs to be cultivated from an early age, kissing the earth and praying towards the rising sun every morning, only with a devout belief in the earth can he be favored by the god of the grassland, and Marlowe was raised by the elves in Twin Springs Castle, how could the god of the grassland favor such a boy.

As a result, Pinak felt that Marlowe was not one of the orcs at all.

Oga was deeply frustrated by his companion's actions, and in any case, Marlowe had half the chief's blood in his veins, and he could only explain: "Pinak is a believer in the ancestor, Marta, the god of war, and I hope you don't mind what he says and does." ”

Marlowe understands what the other party means, and in the face of the believers of Ancestor Marta, the only way to beat the other party down is to get the other party's sincere respect, but now is not a good time to fight with the other party.

In a few moments, Pinak had already walked back, leading two huge wolves in his hands, and a snow-white wolf pacing by himself. The three-seated wolf has cold eyes and smooth coats, and is obviously very well raised.

He handed the black wolf to Oga and rode his own gray wolf without saying a word. Obviously, he didn't want to talk to Marlowe.

Oga let this go, there will be no one in the tribe to help him, and if he wants to be respected by others, he has to fight for it on his own.

The white wolf walked up to Oga and sat down, and the black wolf on the side quickly grabbed his tail and stepped aside, and Oga introduced to Marlowe, "This is the chief's wolf, Frost Warcry, he asked us to give it to you, but you must get his approval before you can ride it." ”

The wolf is the close brother of the orc warriors, and generally grew up with the orcs, if the wolf dies halfway, a new wolf cub is selected to feed. When the wolf is three years old, he can officially have his own name, but in order to receive the name or title "Warcry", it must be the qualification of the tribal wolf king. The same is true for orc surnames, where you can only add a tribal surname to your name if you become a tribal warrior.

Marlowe had already noticed Frost Warcry when it appeared, it was more robust than the other wolves, its eyes were more cold and unruly, and its smooth fur fluttered in the wind, giving people the feeling of a king who looked down on the world. Marlowe felt that the Timberwolf was nothing more than a toothless earth dog in front of Frost.

Arya, who followed Marlowe without leaving an inch, hid behind Marlowe with some fear, and as an elf, she could feel more keenly that the fierce momentum of the wolf in front of her was even more unbearable than when she first appeared.

At this point, however, neither Marlowe nor the wolf paid attention to Arya, staring into each other's eyes, motionless.

Oga was pulled back slowly by his own wolf, and the momentum exuded by the wolf king made it a little unbearable. The gray wolf whimpered a little farther away, and Tunak could only pat his mount's head and whisper comfort, although his own wolf was afraid, but Tunak's eyes were full of excitement.

He walked up to Oga and asked in a low voice, "Ogga, do you think this kid can do it?"

"Do you want to see the chief's son make a fool of himself?" Oga said in a cold tone, no matter what, Marlowe is the chief's son, he represents the future of the Warcry Tribe, and if Marlowe makes a fool of himself, it will also lose the dignity of the Warcry Tribe.

"No, of course not, I'm just afraid he won't be able to get up from the frost battle cry. Pinak hastened to deny it, he was just a little excited to see the chief's son and the chief's mount confront, and he didn't want to cause Ogar to misunderstand.

Oga kept his head on the man and the wolf, he didn't want to see Marlowe wounded as soon as they met, but as punishment for Pinak, he said, "Go and pull that elf away." ”

Pinak hated elves, who he saw as synonymous with hypocrisy and cunning and cowardice, but Ogga's orders had to be carried out, and he whispered a few steps behind Arya with a stiff and indifferent face.

"Hey, go away. ”

Arya was worried about whether the wolf on the other side would suddenly burst out and bite Marlowe, and how could she notice Pinak's words.

"That elf, go away!"

Pinak accentuated his tone, but he didn't have the idea of reaching out to pull people, if he could, he would have preferred to punch him, this elf was so ugly, he would rather go home and hug his strong wife.

Arya finally reacted, and at the same time she understood what the other party meant.

"Do they want to give Marlowe's brother space to spend time with that wolf?" Arya looked at Marlowe with some hesitation, only to find that Marlowe's back was firmly blocked in front of her like a wall, and that kind of confidence and fearlessness made her feel a sense of security inexplicably. "Maybe Brother Marlowe can really get Frost Warcry's approval......"

Arya lifted her toes lightly and stepped back to the other side, not going to Pinak or Oga because she could sense that the two orc warriors weren't too friendly to her.