It was a long and difficult time, and Marlowe waited anxiously for nearly a month without getting any news from the Black Blade. The other tribes heading south had already gone to the meeting place designated by the Great Chieftain, and the southern grasslands, which had been lively for half a month, fell silent again, and a battle in the southwest that had lasted for thousands of years was about to begin again.

However, this year, the situation has changed a little, an orc tribe of about 300 people and a minotaur tribe of more than 700 people have only sent some people to participate in the cold winter battle, and they have also tried to grow some food in the summer and harvested something, which can at least ensure that some people can survive this winter. Since most of the people sent were young men with a good chance of surviving the battle, the rest of the two tribes temporarily migrated to the Warcry tribe to seek shelter and care, and Marlowe had no reason to refuse but to increase the number of patrols and the number of patrols.

Marlowe felt a little stressed, not only because there were hundreds of women and children who had suddenly become more, but also because they were from further north, and the poisonous snake hiding in the tribe had not yet been found......

The winter snow is getting heavier and more frequent, and Marlowe has more than once urged Rutas to buy more food, and today the last merchant who remained in the tribe is gone, and he has to leave the steppe before the chariot mountains are closed by snow.

Several orcs from the tribe who were in charge of important matters gathered in the chieftain's hall again, and because the future was dangerous, the chief of Tunak deliberately left them all in the tribe. After listening to Rutas's report, Marlowe knocked on the ground and was worried for a while: "The food is still not enough......

"There is no way, we changed our plans and started buying food and bedding too late, there are few merchants in the tribe, and they are not willing to transport things to us at this time, the risk is too great, in case we are blocked by heavy snow on the grassland, we can't go back. Rutas also looked a little frustrated.

"Barrow, what about you, are you feeling okay?"

"Rest assured, the pacification work has been done, and everyone said that they would obey the order and insist on drinking porridge in the cold winter. ”

Barrow's answer made Marlowe feel a little better, and at first he was worried that there would be opposition to the decision, but Barrow did a good job.

"Agna, everyone's body is fine, right?"

The trainee shaman shook his head and replied, "There are only two elderly people who are too old and need more attention, nothing else, everyone is very healthy. ”

Well, that's barely good news. Marlowe thought so. As for Oga who was in charge of guarding the warehouse, and Pinak, who led the patrol, they were still working at their posts and did not come to the meeting.

"The food problem needs to be solved by all of us. Agna, please lead the team to the two camps outside the town, although they are not from our tribe, we had better help and not let disease and death spread during the winter. Marlowe thought for a moment and gave the order again. "Barrow, you're going to be teaching those two tribes and our own people this winter how to grow more productive food. Toba, you go ......"

"Do you understand?"

"Understood. Everyone nodded in response.

Looking at Marlowe's well-organized command, Shsimo sat quietly in front of the fire to keep warm. It's gratifying that this kid has matured and is becoming more and more disciplined in his handling of tribal affairs!

Just as everyone got up and walked out of the chieftain's hall, a ball of animal dung used by the children to fight smashed into the hall out of nowhere, only to see Rutas drinking with a cold face: "Which bastard is looking for a beating!"

"Run, run, Uncle Rutas is going to beat someone!" The children playing at the door immediately covered their buttocks and scattered.

A few adults who had just finished the meeting laughed and cursed a few more words before walking towards their respective destinations, Marlowe shook his head with a smile and picked up the dry dung ball that he didn't know which bear child threw in, but he didn't want to pick up the dung ball The moment he picked it up, there was an inconspicuous little thing in the cracked dung ball that caught his attention, and he secretly paid attention to the outside of the hall, and found nothing unusual.

Marlowe closed the door to the chieftain's hall and returned to sit down by the fire, the dung ball in his hand had dried, and he easily crushed the dung ball to get a small roll of notes inside.

"There is an abnormality in the north, and the wolf king is trapped in a trap, hoping that my reward will not fall into the hands of others. ”

There is no title on the paper, no signature, only these three sentences are written crookedly and crookedly in mainland common words. If someone else picks it up, they may not understand what this message means, but Marlowe knows that it is a message sent by the Black Blade.

"It's been a long time since there's finally news. Marlowe clutched the note tightly in his hand.

The news from the black blade is not very good, there should be some unusual behavior on Orem's side, his father is trapped there and in a bad situation, the last sentence seems to imply that his father's life is threatened, but in combination with the first sentence, it seems to remind himself to guard against something......

Marlowe rubbed the bridge of his nose and analyzed every word on the note, every sentence, and his heart felt like a huge stone had been pressed.

"Is the Great Chief finally tempting to do it?" Throwing the note into the fire along with the dung balls, Marlowe stood up as he watched them burn to ashes in the raging flames.

"Father, the winter of the Warcry Tribe is coming......"

The current High Chief is not a benevolent fellow, and Marlowe feels that a sharp axe is hanging over his head, and he doesn't know when this axe will be cut on the heads of everyone in the Warcry Tribe, but few in the tribe have noticed this dangerous situation.

Marlowe took off the cloak on the wall and opened the door of the chief's hall again, the cold wind came from all directions, he stood in the cold wind and exhaled a heavy breath of heat, and then put on the cloak and hurried towards the location of the tribe's warehouse without looking back. Tunak had told him that Oga Warcry was the most loyal, brave and wise warrior of the tribe, and that he could be called upon for help in times of crisis.

Marlowe was going to hear Ogga's opinion at this point.

As he walked to the warehouse, Marlowe heard the whistling sound of his weapon being swung constantly, which sounded even a little sharp because it was being wielded so fast. The two orc warriors guarding the gate let Marlo into the warehouse, only to see Oga scarring his upper body, exhaling hot air from his mouth, and sweat dripping down the dwarf thick-backed scimitar in his hand.

And behind Oga there are two and a half children and warriors from several tribes, who are also practicing martial arts on their upper bodies.

"Draw your sword, let me see if your combat skills are all rusty!"

Marlowe didn't expect to start a fight as soon as they met, but looking at Ogga's expression, it would definitely not work if he didn't fight today.

"What's going on today?" Marlowe didn't want to figure out what Oga meant, so he took off his clothes and drew his sword. "Come on, let's do it quickly!"