"You're not lying, the Broken Hand Clan is indeed powerful, I see what you mean. The Warsong Messenger replied to Izzy's question.

Izzy nodded and said in a loud voice: "My opinion is very clear, ogres are everyone's common enemy, instead of fighting separately, it is better to jointly destroy the enemy, whether it is materials or land, use the actual battle results to decide the division, I believe that the Hell Roar Chieftain will not refuse such a challenge, do you say?." ”

"Rest assured, I will report what I have seen here, as well as your opinions, to the Hellroaring Chieftain in their original form. ”

"Thank you, my friend, let's rest in our clan tonight, some time ago there were too many ogres outside the clan for us to collect them all, so the wolves within a radius of ten miles came to grab food, believe me, it's not a wise decision to rush on such a night. ”

"Then I'll trouble the priest. ”

"You're welcome, if you still have an appetite, I wouldn't mind serving you another dinner. ”

"What's so embarrassing about this?" said the messenger of the war song, but there was an expression of impatience on his face.

Early the next morning, Izzy saw the Warsong Messenger off at the door.

The Warsong Messenger looked reluctant: "Lord Priest, your cooking skills are so exquisite, I feel sad from the bottom of my heart when I think that I may never have the opportunity to eat such a delicacy in the future, and I think I will never be able to eat the original barbecue of the clan again." ”

"Hehe, you can go back and tell the Hellroar Chieftain that for the sake of the friendship between our two clans, I am willing to teach you how to make those delicious dishes for free, as long as you are willing to send an apprentice to learn it. ”

Are you telling the truth, and are you willing to teach such a precious culinary skill for free?

Of course it's true, as true as my previous words.

As he spoke, Izzy stuffed a few roast chickens wrapped in brown paper for the messenger of war songs to eat on the way, and then turned back and shouted:

"Chuck, gather the warriors to escort the messenger back, and you must keep him safe!"

"Yes! Guaranteed mission!" Chuck yelled, these words were taught to him by Izzy, Izzy wanted the soldiers of the Broken Hand Clan to transform from predators to predators, disciplined, forbidden troops, stronger combat effectiveness.

"You don't have to, this grassland is like my backyard to me. The Warsong Messenger looked a little cramped, and with Izzy's status, it seemed a little too polite for him as a little messenger, which made him a little flattered.

"I'm just in case, after all, if the messenger of the Warsong Clan comes to the Broken Hand Clan, and then the person is gone, it will be difficult to explain, please don't refuse. ”

"Well, thank you again. ”

Saying that, the Warsong Messenger left Havalo, escorted by several Broken Hand orcs.

"The Warsong Clan and his own plan can't get together at all, so why do all that useless work?" an eerie whisper echoed in his mind.

Izzy felt that he was gradually able to distinguish between the sounds being his true thoughts and those subconscious thoughts amplified by the Shadow Void.

Izzy left this question behind in an instant, this time the question of the Shadow Void's choice is meaningless, at least there is a chance to do it, the chance of doing nothing is zero, this is not a question of whether to do it at all.

Patrolling the camp, everything was going according to plan, and he had nothing to worry about, so he asked the herald to inform him at any time, and Izzy began his own cultivation.

The cultivation of orcs is very simple, improve physical ability and combat skills, and Izzy has added a spiritual training, he has been trying to maintain the state of elemental perception, if he can always perceive the movement around him in battle, then it is equivalent to being able to have an extra vision without dead ends, in that case, when the battle starts, he doesn't have to worry about the yin goods coming from behind, Izzy suddenly inexplicably recalled the fear of being dominated by DZ in the past, it was a chrysanthemum.

In addition, Izzy had guessed how those old soldiers judged attacks from dead corners on the battlefield, and after so many battles, he began to understand a little.

No matter what kind of attack there are traces, veterans have honed all their senses to the extreme through hundreds of battles, combining sight, hearing, and even the touch caused by air shocks, combined with some kind of wonderful palpitations, so that their bodies instinctively carry out the best countermeasures.

That magical palpitation was very ethereal, but Izzy thought it was a perception of malice, that is, a perception of killing intent.

Izzy has thought about mastering this ability, but he doesn't want to take the initiative to seek battle, so the most suitable thing for him at the moment is undoubtedly to exercise the elemental perception ability, which can not only exercise the spirit, but also reduce the risk of fighting, the best of both worlds, why not?

In the future, maybe one day he will try to hone this ability, combined with the ability to perceive the elements, such a double insurance, which is reassuring.

Continuing to train, a herald hurried over, looking panicked.

Knowing that there was bad news again, Izzy sighed and stepped forward.

The herald took a breath and reported to Izzy.

"There was a fire outside the camp, and the steppe was on fire. ”

The herald's words made Izzy understand the seriousness of the situation, if the enemy came, he could still repel it, but the natural disaster of nature was almost unstoppable.

Running towards the gate and ascending the watchtower, a wall of fire was advancing in the distance, and a group of people were running in the direction of the camp, and Izzy looked at it and shouted:

"Open the gates, the chief and the hunting party are back, quick!"

The fire of the prairie spread faster than expected, and the Kargas were driven back by a literal fire on their buttocks.

Izzy squirted water to extinguish the sparks on them, and Kargas was sad when he lay on the ground.

"Thief God, so much meat is gone, so sad, so unwilling!"

Izzy felt the heat on his face, and his face was ugly, it was really a disaster, he was afraid that the Warsong Messenger and the few Broken Hand guards would be burned to death on the grassland.

The fire of this prairie comes and goes quickly, and the hay in autumn burns vigorously, but it can't burn for a long time.

Izzy wants to take someone to find the Warsong Messenger, but a new situation appears on the steppe.

A huge whirlwind of flames swept across the blackened meadows, and in Izzy's perception, it was a fire elemental spirit that seemed to absorb something, becoming larger and larger.

Izzy was surprised to find that the upper body of the Flame Spirit actually looked very feminine, concave and convex, like a hot girl, and the flame whirlwind on the lower body looked like a flawless beautiful dress.

As beautiful as this elemental spirit may seem, it still possesses an astonishing amount of destructive power.

The earth melted with her steps, and countless lava was swept into the air by the whirlwind beneath her feet, and she was a true mobile scourge.

Just when Izzy was worried about whether she would plow Havalo along the way, a huge elemental spirit turned and traveled in the direction of Izzy.

Izzy was taken aback.

"Just thinking about it, can it be considered a crow's mouth?"

Seeing that the other party was approaching quickly, Izzy gave an order: "Open the city gate!"

So far, Izzy can only rely on his status as a shaman to try to communicate.

He walked out of Havalo and gritted his teeth and walked head-on, Izzy walked fast, the big guy's movements were too lethal, and Izzy didn't want the splattering lava under her feet to fall into Havalor.

"Dear Elemental Spirit, is there anything you can do?" Izzy asked.

"I'm here to greet you, newborn little one. ”

Izzy was stunned for a moment, greeted by his own?

He looked up and saw the scorching heat blowing in his face, and the roasted Izzy hair and eyebrows were twisted.

This beautiful and touching elemental spirit, with a strange appearance and a body composed of magma, resembles a beautiful female draenei, with a pair of delicate female orc teeth in her mouth and a protruding ogre horn on her forehead, which looks a little nondescript, but these are all in harmony with her perfect body and angelic beautiful face.

At this time, her eyes were closed, and she walked with the perception of the elements, and Izzy understood that this elemental spirit must have misunderstood, and quickly explained:

"I think you're mistaken, I'm not a nascent elemental spirit, I'm an orc shaman, but I'm a little special, if you can open your eyes and take a look, you can understand. ”

The elemental spirit opened her eyes, the flames in her eyes were like red shadows, and she looked down at Izzy, looking a little surprised.

"Little one, what a strange form you have. ”

Izzy spoke to her slowly, dodging a cloud of magma falling from the sky, and the elemental spirit seemed to remember something.

"You're the child of the unknown variable that Ethan Latus said about, aren't you?"

To be honest, Izzy was surprised that the elemental spirits of his reputation were "well known".

"Well, you should be talking about me. ”

"Well, that's my offense, and besides, thank you for naming my child. ”

"Name?"

Izzy thought for a moment, and realized that she was talking about Rundelnos, who was actually Rundelnos's mother!

"He's my friend and I'm grateful for his help to me. ”

"I'm Freya, the Mother of Flames, little one, go back, I think I'm going to give birth. ”

Izzy was stunned for a moment, and came back to his senses:

"What did she say? She's going to give birth?"

Izzy probably guessed why he left, just this person who can walk can rain fire and rain from the sky, and give birth to a child must not destroy the world?

So now Izzy wants to have a few more legs and run faster.

Running back to the camp, he looked back to see Freya, the Mother of Flames, walking into the mountains north of Nagrand, her sky-like figure fading into view.

It didn't take long for Havalo to experience an earthquake, and Izzy's knowledge of the geography of earthquakes had long been returned to the teacher, but the magnitude of the earthquake should not be too strong, and several people from the Broken Hand Clan were slightly injured.

Izzy looked in the direction the Mother of Flame had left, and a pillar of smoke rose into the sky, and it was clear that a volcano had erupted over there, and that an elemental spirit might be born from the volcano.

"All the colors, the spirits of those who remain. ”

Izzy remembered the Mother of Flame Spirit's actions of drawing energy from the scorched grasslands, and suddenly had a new understanding of the words.