After a feast of fragrant roasted roe deer with dragon breath, the satisfied red dragon went to rest, and it was close to the morning.

Izzy, who hadn't closed his eyes for a day and a night, said hello to Durotan and asked him to use the contact crystal to contact him if he had something, and he was ready to cast a spell with all his might, and a teleportation spell teleported directly to Sunshine Town.

Because of the urgency of the situation, Izzy and the Red Dragon attacked with the red dragon to support without saying goodbye to Leah, but Izzy felt extremely guilty for the fact that Leah had just woken up and left her behind.

In a flash of arcane light, Izzy had drained almost all of his mana, completed this medium-range teleportation spell, and as he walked out of the room of the teleportation circle, he immediately noticed the army of the tribe that was being repaired.

However, the atmosphere at this time was a little strange, and Izzy saw a group of orcs assembled, and it felt like a crowd joining in the fun.

Izzy walked over and casually asked an orc warrior, "What's all this about?"

The orc warrior gloated and said, "Haha, it seems that two young orcs are fighting for the favor of our Valkyrie Overseer. ”

Izzy's face darkened as she listened, the Valkyrie Overseer was talking about Garoka, and the only young orc who would do it for Garoka was Mogolin.

"Damn, stinky boy, don't open the house for three days!"

Izzy said viciously, and squeezed into the crowd, watching the lively orcs were immediately squeezed by his unstoppable force, and the orcs who were squeezed to the ground were a little angry, but when they saw Izzy's gloomy expression, they were immediately silent, and dared not speak in anger.

Squeezing to the front of the crowd, Izzy looked at the two young orcs who were punching and kicking each other, one of whom was indeed Mogolin, but he was surprised to find that the other was Garrosh Hellroar.

Neither of them used weapons, and this was not a non-stop Margora, not to mention their motivation for fighting, it was quite worth watching just by looking at this battle, it was a contest of strength and skill.

Mogolin swung his punch, which was bigger than a punching bag, and Garrosh deftly dodged Mogolin's attacks, and if he couldn't dodge, he defended by blocking and unloading through elbows and the like.

Izzy thought for a moment and didn't stop the battle, because in his opinion, this battle was now more likely to be won by Garrosh, and he also hoped that Mogolin, who didn't know the height of the sky, would be taught a lesson by someone other than himself, so that he could be restrained.

Garrosh threw his elbow and hammered into Mogolin's fist, which had just retracted his strength, knocking him back several steps, and the two of them separated themselves, immediately panting and breathing.

Garrosh has been training with Izzy all these years, and he has a magical instinct as he looks at his opponent, who has been defeated and defeated for so long, and he has a magical instinct that he will get his first victory today.

In fact, Garrosh was very confused about this battle, and Mogolin came up to ask for his own trouble for some reason, and he didn't understand why.

But that didn't matter, Garrosh moved his arm that was a little numb from the shock, and couldn't help but think of what Izzy had taught.

"Remember, Garrosh, fighting is a very complex and important thing, you must have an indomitable will, a strong physique, and a quick mind, you may face opponents who are weaker than you in the future, but more likely to be stronger than you, so you have to learn how to get the battle into your own rhythm and use your strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses. ”

"And an opponent like Mogolin who is good at using his strength, you have to defeat him with speed and skill, now teach him a good lesson and combat his arrogance!"

Remembering those memories, Garrosh laughed, but Mogorin dismissed Garrosh's smile as a mockery.

"Laugh and laugh, little war song cub, are you only going to defend?"

Garrosh took a deep breath and roared loudly, his mind was clear, if he followed the way Izzy taught him to fight, he should have taunted Mogolin a few words, making him angry, and then he was in a mess, and his movements were flawed.

But that's the way Izzy fights, not his Garrosh, and he just wants to win with dignity right now.

With that in mind, Garrosh charged at Mogolin.

Mogolin met Garrosh with a left uppercut, but Garrosh deflected his head and moved his body down slightly, smashing his left and right fists under Mogolin's ribs.

Mogolin took these two blows but seemed to feel nothing, and threw his left fist down, and Garrosh rolled sideways, dodging the downward attack, and with both feet, he leaped and slammed into Mogolin's head with a knee.

A cold glint flashed in Mogolin's eyes, and his right fist struck out strongly, meeting Garrosh's powerful knee, and his fists and feet struck each other like thunder.

Common sense is that fist power is not as good as foot power, but Mogolin's terrifying physical strength broke this common sense, and in the next moment, Mogolin was ready to grab Garrosh's calf and send him to the ground a few close contacts.

But Garrosh had expected Mogolin's reaction, and as soon as Mogolin grabbed him by the calf, he saw that he was in the air, and kicked Mogolin's hand away with the swing of his other foot.

As soon as the Garrosh man landed, he immediately kicked Mogolin in the stomach, and then he changed his posture very quickly, pressed down and squatted slightly, and then jumped up and slammed into Mogolin's face, Mogolin crossed his arms to defend, but the speed of the return defense was not enough, and he could not fully defend against this attack.

But the attack didn't stun Mogolin, and although he felt his nose was sore, numb, and bleeding, Mogolin swung his right fist and smashed it into Garrosh's face, blasting him away.

Garrosh spun and landed on the ground, lying on the ground with a swollen left cheek, and the two of them were once again panting and exhaling white air.

Mogolin wiped a mouthful of nosebleeds from his face and let out a mouthful of blood foam, while Garrosh was unaware of the wound on his face, his eyes firmly fixed on his opponent.

This time it was Mogolin who attacked first, rushing up like an unstoppable locomotive, his body lowered, leaping forward, his feet horizontal, and his whole body kicked towards Garrosh like a rocket.

Garrosh had obviously not fully recovered from the blow just now, so he had to dodge the unbearable blow sideways, and he lay on the ground and looked at Mogolin who was rushing over, but immediately saw that Mogolin stood up and took two steps close to him, and stepped on it with one foot.

Garrosh had to roll sideways again, dodging this kick, Mogolin's feet hid on the ground, and the earth shook, but Garrosh finally eased up at this time, he quickly got up, and smashed a quick punch on Mogolin's nose again, his body rotated, and he kicked back with a reflexive move, and hit Mogolin's abdomen heavily, bending Mogolin's body and retreating.

Then Garrosh turned around and leaped, raised his fists, and slammed a heavy hammer into Mogolin's crooked back, smashing him straight down.

Mogolin, who was lying on the ground, roared angrily, kicked with both feet, dived and fell, threw Garrosh to the ground, and swung his right fist to smash his face, ready to return Garrosh to a full face.

But Garrosh blocked with a cross arm, parryed the counterattack, and a quick punch smashed on Mogolin's chin again, Mogolin immediately became a little dizzy, Garrosh supported his arms, moved his body back a step away, and wrapped his feet around, it was a perfect triangle lock, locking Mogolin's neck.

Mogolin immediately felt that he was going to suffocate, but he was not willing to give up, and smashed his left fist into Garrosh's face, but Garrosh's legs were locked in his throat, but his left arm was free, and he blocked Mogolin's attack very easily, and within a few seconds, Mogolin's eyes were already white.

Seeing this, Izzy knew that the battle had been won.