Before Barrow could react, Marlowe had already shot out an arrow of light containing incomparably powerful power, and the arrow of light pierced through the constraints of space like a dazzling meteor.

Barrow wielded the Blazing Red Chain, a powerful weapon given by Sargeras that had been used by the Slavers to enslave and slaughter orcs, but the chain became so vulnerable that the bolt of light with its magical power broke the chain and immediately sank into Barrow's body.

Barrow looked down in disbelief at his stomach, where the black scales were destroyed to reveal burning internal organs, and then a sharp pain came from his body, and he threw down Pinak to cover the wounds that kept spewing fire, and the enslavers who sacrificed themselves to Sargeras had no blood, their blood was the flames of hell.

Immediately after, the black scales covering his body began to fall off, and his skin began to be torn apart by the flames that erupted from his body, and Barrow's whole body burned even more violently. He roared to his knees in pain, and he could feel the power given by Sargeras being gone, his soul being torn to shreds little by little.

He prayed to Sargeras that his master would save his life, but nothing happened, the flames from hell mercilessly overdrew his life, devouring his flesh, and his body, taller than the ogre, began to shrink rapidly, and finally returned to his original form, only Barrow looked more like a charred corpse at this time.

Pinak gripped the axe at his feet, and he wanted to fulfill his promise to cut off Barrow's head.

Barrow knelt stiffly in the ashes, his eyes still had the flames that had not yet been extinguished, he looked at the sky in despair, he finally understood that he was still someone else's pawn, a dispensable pawn. He watched Pinak drag the axe towards him, he didn't want to die yet, but this time Sargeras wouldn't give him any more help.

"Betrayer, I said I would cut off your head!" Pinak picked up his axe and looked at Marlowe.

Marlowe staggered over with a longbow in his hand, looking at Barrow, who was no longer able to move, and Marlowe said, "In the name of the chief, I strip you of the status of a tribal warrior and expel you from the tribe. ”

"No ......" Barrow was in utter despair, and when Marlowe said this, he felt that his soul had lost its last protection. The orcs who have been expelled from the tribe are not protected by Ancestor Marta, and their souls cannot return to Ancestor Marta to enjoy peace after death.

"Since you have betrayed yourself to Sargeras, then go and accompany him when you die!"

Pinak didn't hesitate to cut off Barrow's head.

The last glimmer of fire in Barrow's eye socket went out, and his body began to crumble and eventually turn into a pile of ashes.

"Reptiles, wait for my arrival......"

Marlowe and Pinak glanced at each other, and they both heard a murmur coming from the void.

The battle was over, and the wolf cavalry from Orium was nowhere to be found, Marlowe and Pinak supported each other and walked to Shhimo Shaman's side, but fortunately the place where the old man was lying was far from the center of the battlefield and was not affected, but among the orc warriors who guarded the old man, except for one warrior whose left leg was cut off, the others also joined the battle at the end and died honorably.

The old man was old and badly wounded, lying on the ground with no sign of waking up.

"Pinak, you take care of your wounds here, and I'll help the others. Marlowe took care of the wound briefly, then picked up a spear left by the red-skinned orc as a crutch and walked towards the place where he had just fought, the battle had caused him a lot of leg injuries, but fortunately, at least the bones were not broken.

The battle left the Warcry Tribes with more than fifty Tribal warriors and more than two hundred Tribal warriors, with the rest almost all severely wounded. The more than a hundred fighters who came to help also had few survivors.

Marlowe saw all the mutilated limbs and ruined houses along the way, and his heart was unbearable and angry. Several tribal warriors with broken arms helped find people and dragged the living to the location of the Kashmo Shaman, and soon, almost all the people who were still alive were gathered.

These orcs are as strong as a stone, and they silently endure the severe pain, helping each other to treat their wounds, like frost wolves licking each other's wounds.

Fixing Ogga's legs in plank clips, Marlowe said to him, "We need to get out of here right away, don't you think?"

"You're worried that the red-skinned orcs will come back?"

Marlowe looked at the wounded on the ground and nodded silently. Oga knew how difficult it would be to take this group of wounded men to the Chariot Mountains, but he agreed with Marlowe's decision that they couldn't stay here and sit still.

Soon everyone was organized, and the sleds of each family had been dragged away by the women, and the wounded soldiers made some improvised sleds out of planks, and then took the Kodo beasts left in the zoo to be used as coolies to pull the sleighs.

Putting the wounded soldiers with limited mobility on sleds and covering them with thick animal skins, Marlowe gave the order to set off.

But at this moment, Marlowe heard a wolf howl, and he followed the sound but saw nothing, and the people were waiting for Marlowe to give the order to set off, but Marlowe sat up from the sleigh.

Marlowe was so sure he heard the voice, and he limped to find it, finally seeing the screaming owner behind a burned-out ruin.

"It's Rutas and his wolf!" Marlowe thought the tribal warrior had died, but he didn't expect it to be here, and he called for help.

However, Rutas was in a bad condition, he was unconscious, one arm was missing, two ribs on his chest pierced the skin, and a large amount of blood stained the snow. The wolf's condition was just as bad, its left eye was bleeding out, the flesh on its left front paw was blurred, its right front leg was weirdly tilted forward, and the wolf hair on the back of the wolf was gone, and the skin was scorched a lot.

Marlowe followed the bloodstains and saw a hole under the rubble that was just enough to crawl out: "Is that where you escaped?"

It's hard to imagine how this wolf, with only one front paw, dug such a hole and dragged Rutas out from under the rubble. The wolf seemed to know that it was safe, and it finally fell to the ground after holding on to Rutas for its insistence on guarding Rutath.

"Quick, take care of their wounds, and then go immediately!"

The snow kept falling, and the cold wind raged relentlessly across the land. Marlowe and his party sat in a sleigh pulled by the Kodomon and made their way south, they only had a small amount of food and medicine for their wounds, so they had to reach the Chariot Mountains as soon as possible to find Agna and them.

When Marlowe was dragged up the hill by the Kodomon, the town's houses were still burning, and even loud noises could be heard as they collapsed. In this dark night, it was so sad to see their homes destroyed and there was nothing they could do, and the orcs wept tears of grief.

"Don't look at it, let's go, we'll definitely come back here and rebuild our home in the future!" Marlowe swore with clenched fists.