Marlowe spent the next few days taking care of the Frostwolf, and at Agna's suggestion, he gave it a name—Knife Tooth. The frostwolf was noncommittal, and everyone began to call it by its tooth.

The orcs had been in the dwarven garrison for seven or eight days, and apart from the daily distribution of food, there were no dwarves who had ever asked them, and no one seemed to care what the orcs who had suddenly appeared in the Chariot Mountains were going to do, or what to do with the invaders.

Just when Marlowe thought that his group of steppe orcs had been forgotten, General Johnny suddenly appeared at the door of the barracks.

"Chieftain Marlowe, come with me, Your Majesty Thorin wants to see you. ”

"General Johnny, wait a minute, I'll be done right now. "Marlowe is changing the dressing for Knife Tooth, although this kind old man should not be kept waiting for a long time, but these days Knife Tooth only allows himself to get close to Agna, who will be changing the dressing for Cashmo Shaman, so he can only delay for a while.

Johnny only noticed the huge white figure behind the other party when he heard Marlowe's words, and after just one glance, he couldn't help but praise: "What a mighty and beautiful wolf!"

"It's not a wolf, it's my friend. ”

Marlowe was busy while explaining, and it took him about ten minutes to finish the business at hand, he walked quickly to General Johnny and asked, "General, what is the matter with Your Majesty Thorin looking for me?"

"Don't you want to get back the seized supplies?"

Marlowe said with some surprise: "Your Majesty is willing to return the things to us?"

When Agna and the others were captured by the dwarven army, their supplies were all seized, and Marlowe often went around asking for news about it, and now it seems that he finally has an eyebrow. This was a good thing, but the old dwarf stood up with a worried look on his face: "This is not a good thing......

"What?" Marlowe sensed that Thorin's decision seemed to have another purpose.

"The group of ministers you met that day advised His Majesty to return the things to you, and then send you back to the steppe. General Johnny hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell Marlowe the truth of the matter. "They fear that the Orcs of Orem will wage war against us to destroy you and your tribe, and you know, while we dwarves have enough troops and are well equipped, they don't want our warriors to die because of you. ”

Marlowe understood what the old general meant, dwarves were indeed not obligated to participate in wars to protect a group of orcs who had nothing to do with them, and this was the case on this continent, and no country would sacrifice its own interests for the sake of other races.

His heart suddenly became a mess, the Warcry Tribe could not return to the grassland, at least for the time being, there were too many wounded in the tribe, once they encountered Orim's army, they would have no power to protect themselves, and the entire tribe would become a ghost under the butcher's knife. What's more, it was winter at this time, and there was nothing on the grassland except thick snow, even if Thorin returned all the seized supplies to himself, but according to the current situation, it seems that the tribe still needs more food and medicine, what should I do?

"Kid, I've already fought for you two days ago, but unfortunately it's useless, now for the sake of your tribesmen, you have to fight for it yourself. Johnny encouraged Marlowe apologetically, and headed out the door. "Let's go, you'll have to think about it on the way. ”

Marlowe had just stepped out of the door after the old dwarf, and from behind him came Agna's shout: "Chief, please wait for me. ”

Johnny and Marlowe looked back at the same time to see the orc girl briskly chasing after her from the somewhat crowded barracks.

"Agna, is there anything else?"

"I heard all of your conversations, please take me with you. Agna clenched her fists nervously and pleaded.

Before Marlowe could say no, General Johnny said, "Then let's go together, maybe she can help." ”

This time, it was still a griffon ride to Thorin's station.

At this time, it was almost late autumn in the Chariot Mountains, and flying at high altitude would feel the cold wind, but this just calmed Marlowe down, and he sat behind the dwarven griffin knight and tried to think about what to do.

After arriving at the station, the three of them didn't have time to move their hands and feet to warm up their bodies, and walked quickly to the house they had been to last time.

Pushing open the door, there was still the same group of dwarves that Marlowe had seen last time, but this time the dwarves were drinking wine and singing songs, and the rich smell of alcohol wafting from the room could make people drunk.

"Haha, you'll miss our party if you're a quarter of an hour late!" Thorin said to the old dwarf, ignoring Marlowe as he did last time. "Guards, bring some wine to General Johnny, this damn cold wind must have frozen our mountain shield. ”

He then drank the wine from his glass before looking at Marlowe and Agna beside Marlowe.

"Huh, why did you bring a female orc this time? I don't like female orcs. ”

The dwarf on the side shouted, "I know, I know, our majesty likes the plump Queen Lili!"

"Hey, you damn Phildor, you dare to laugh at me!" Thorin looked like he was scolding, but he had a smile on his face, and he didn't mean to be angry at all.

Marlowe clenched his fists and tried to step forward and beat up the drunken and shameless dwarves, but Agna held him back.

"Your Majesty, I've brought people here, please get down to business before continuing the party, and don't let our guests think that dwarves are an impolite race. General Johnny spoke at the right time, his voice not loud, but it stopped Thorin from laughing.

Thorin put down his glass with a little regret, and then sighed, "Alas, General Johnny is always so outspoken. ”

"Marlowe, let's make a long story short, do you know what I'm looking for you for?"

"Yes. Marlowe took two deep breaths to calm his anger before replying.

"Do you agree, then? If you agree, I will return the seized materials to you today. Thorin raised his hand and asked the dwarf beside him to pour him a drink, but his eyes kept looking at Marlowe, and he hoped that the other party would immediately nod in agreement, and then he could continue drinking and partying.

Marlowe shook his head and replied, "Your Majesty, I ask you to agree to let my people spend this cold winter in the Chariot Mountains, and the Warcry Tribe will give you all the gold coins as a token of appreciation." ”

Thorin wanted to deal with the matter in just two sentences, but Marlowe's answer frustrated his wish.

"Haha, how many gold coins do you have in your tribe?" said Thorin with a sneering hint in his words.

"Three thousand, eight hundred, plus a few hundred silver coins and more than a thousand copper coins. "That's the highest price Marlowe can offer.

Hearing this number, all the dwarves except Johnny burst out laughing.

"Ha, that's all there is to it!"

"That's a lot of money!hahaha......"

"What does a copper coin look like, how come I've never seen it?"

"Hahaha......"