"You pig, bastard, @!&atm;#%*"

Izzy heard a burst of foul language, which he recognized as Randreso, who had just regained consciousness and who didn't quite understand what was happening.

As his memories returned, Izzy remembered that he was wounded, and that he had lost his right hand.

Remembering this fact, his heart was immediately filled with despair, and he became a cripple, and in the concept of the orc clan, cripple itself was a great shame, and if the lazy maggots could still be saved, then the crippled orcs were truly incorrigible.

Izzy is not a pessimistic person, but the pessimistic truth must also be accepted, and after being sad for a while, he forces himself to think in a good direction.

Fortunately, even if he can't be a strong warrior, he is still a shaman, and he can still play his due role, and losing a hand is not completely hopeless, after all, there is a clan named Broken Hands, although the world does not know if there will be this clan.

"You're like a stupid pig, throwing away the real hope of saving the frostwolf, throwing yourself into a battle that you can't change at all, and finally letting such a twelve-year-old kid face a half-orc and a giant wolf who is twice as tall and strong as him, or is he in the situation that he can't move at will when he casts a spell, desperately trying to save your clan!"

"I'm sorry. Izzy heard Janar's apology.

Thinking to himself, what is there to apologize for, he himself never thought that in such a situation, there was actually a half-orc who did not participate in the battle and found trouble for himself, it was just an accident.

Janar's apology angered Randreso, who roared angrily.

"To hell with your apology! Izzy completed that spell desperately and saved your clan, and now the Patriarch of Cashur says that he is in a strange state and may never wake up, you tell me! Izzy saved you, how can you save him?"

Randreso's words made Izzy very confused, although he closed his eyes now, wasn't he already awake?

Izzy tried to open his eyes, or move his body, but there was no response, and he found that he could not do anything.

Feeling his body, he couldn't feel anything, and Izzy remembered that he was hurt, but now he didn't feel any pain.

Despair swept over like a monstrous flood, and this time he was really defeated.

"I'm in a vegetative state?"

"How is that possible?" Izzy recalls the scene before he fell unconscious, repeating the phrase in his mind.

However, with a little skin trauma, even if it is very severe, how can he become a vegetative person?

Three arrow wounds, one through the arm, one on the cheek, and one arrow, which should have pierced the shoulder, the palm of his right hand was cut off by a sharp axe, and there may be a little abrasion on his neck.

Could it be poison? Puzzled, Izzy speculated in the worst direction.

Izzy thought of an idea he had long ago, to extract the venom of the Stream Lurkers on his weapon.

Could it be that the orc was so shameless? he used a poison-extracting weapon in a duel with a human?-Izzy thought, after all, fighting an enemy with a poison-extracted weapon is the most shameful and unforgivable thing in the orc tradition.

An tickling sensation came from his right wrist, and Izzy suddenly felt a little, which surprised him.

It was as if some kind of animal was licking its wounds, and Izzy was familiar with this feeling, it was Frost Shadow, his own wild wolf spirit, and Izzy's consciousness seemed to be gradually recovering with Frost Shadow's licking.

Izzy couldn't help but be excited, praying that the frost shadow would continue, and he was in a state as if he couldn't sleep and think with his eyes closed, but because he couldn't control his body at all, he could only feel pitch black.

Frostshadow kept licking Izzy's wrist like this, and suddenly, Izzy felt as if something was at one with him, and in the dark space of his mind, he saw a grinning wolf face.

"Eh, what's the situation?" Sensing this wolf soul born like a wolf and a husky, Izzy was confused, confused, and at a loss.

In the thought space, Frostshadow sticks out her tongue and licks it wildly, and Izzy tries to stop it.

"Stop, sit down, don't, don't! Where!"

With his hands waving, Izzy came back to his senses, and he was really awake.

The pain in his body immediately made him howl, and Izzy lay back on the blanket, looking around in pain.

It was his familiar home, in the warm tent of the Frostwolf Clan.

Realizing that he didn't have to be a vegetative person anymore, Izzy was so excited that he almost wanted to cry bitterly, the pain of losing his right hand was nothing compared to the consequences of being a vegetative person who couldn't wake up, and he looked around where Frost Shadow was, but he couldn't find it.

The green flash on his neck was like a firefly in the darkness, and Izzy took out the gemstone necklace, but he didn't rush to deliver arcane energy, he endured the pain and got up, the injuries on his body unexpectedly didn't seem to be as uncomfortable as he imagined.

Lifting the curtain, the sun was shining on Frostfire Ridge at this time, and some of the snow melted and seeped into the earth, Izzy looked at the green grass shoots on the ground, and the first thing he realized was that he had been in a coma for a long time, which was a scene that could only be seen in the spring of Frostfire Ridge.

Then Izzy was puzzled, he remembered that he had heard the voices of Lanteriso and Jarnar, so he thought that it would only be a moment before he woke up.

The sound of firewood falling behind him sounded, and Izzy looked back to see that it was Durotan.

His mouth was now open, as if he had seen a ghost, and Izzy smiled and said:

"Your expression is like that of a split-hoof cow in the sight of a pack of iron-jawed wolves. ”

Durotan rushed up, hugged Izzy hard, and cried while shouting:

"You're awake! you're really awake, I thought you'd never wake up, brother!"

"If you push harder, I really won't wake up again!" Izzy was flushed by Durontal, and he felt his body weak.

Durotan let go of his hands and said happily, "I have to inform everyone that you have a good rest." ”

Saying that, Durotan ran away with a smoke, leaving Izzy sighing and wiping the snot and tears that Durotan rubbed on one shoulder, and Izzy found out for the first time that Durotan was such a sensual orc.

It wasn't long before Durotan returned with only four men, and Izzy saw that Garrad, Cousin Cashur, Drektar, and Janar were all gone.

Garrard spoke first: "Child, it's a great thing that you can wake up, you are the hero of our clan, and we can only admire and worship heroes. ”

As he spoke, Garrard said solemnly: "Although the tradition of orcs stipulates that the clan should not accept outsiders, sometimes the tradition should be broken, child, you have done so much for the clan and sacrificed so much, are you willing to become an honorary frost wolf?"

Izzy was immediately surprised when he heard this, Garad was going to accept himself as a crippled exile and become a frost wolf?

After thinking for a moment, Izzy asked Garrad, "Chief Garrad, I still want to complete the test given to me by my teacher, if I become a frost wolf, can I still leave, can I still return to the Fireblade Clan?"

Garad thought that Izzy was going to refuse, but he was relieved to hear this, and immediately replied: "Of course, child, you may have misunderstood what I meant, I don't want you to embarrass you, be a member of the frostwolf clan, honor the frostwolf represents the friendship of the frostwolf clan, we treat you as a part of us, even if it is not related by blood, you use more important things to connect us." ”

After hearing this, Izzy immediately nodded: "Thank you, Chief Garrard, I am willing to be an honorary frost wolf. ”

After saying that, Garad smiled, and the Sect Mother of Kashur stepped forward, a smile appeared on her wrinkled face: "Child, I personally thank you for saving not only the clan but also me and my apprentice's lives with your spell that day.

After saying that, Sect Mother Kashur and Drektar bowed down and made a big salute, and Izzy hurriedly helped the two of them up, and said happily: "Elder, the knowledge you usually imparted to me has brought me to this point, and my spell can help you get out of danger, so I can rest assured, you don't have to." ”

Mother Cashur and Drektar looked at Izzy and smiled with relief.

Finally, there was Jarnar, who looked guilty on one side, and Izzy walked up to him, hammered him hard with his left fist, and said in a loud voice:

"Why do you look like you've eaten the ass of a freshwater beast, aren't you happy when I wake up?"

"No, you can wake up, I am grateful to all the great beings, but don't you blame me?

"I never thought about this, my friend, you didn't do anything wrong, I didn't think about it, I stood far away and cast a spell, and there was actually a half-orc, in that case, I didn't participate in the battle, and came to me for trouble, the responsibility for this matter is not yours, you don't have to feel guilty. ”

As Izy spoke, Jarnar still had a guilty expression on his face, and he looked at Izzy's empty right wrist, and the guilt in his heart grew heavier.

Izzy reached out his left hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "I still have that batch of split-hoof beef tenderloin, right?"

Perhaps infected by Izzy's optimism, Janar finally showed a smile: "Of course, you don't have to worry about eating meat in the future, I'll pack your food!"

After a few more chats, Izzy returned to his tent to continue resting, he sensed the presence of Frost Shadow everywhere, and suddenly thought that in this case, according to the plot arrangement, Frost Shadow was afraid that he would be one with himself.

Thinking so, Izzy closed his eyes, sensing the changes in himself.

Entering the dark mind space again, Izzy really saw the Frost Shadow Wolf Soul, and the wolf face immediately pounced when he saw him, and Izzy had the illusion that he was being thrown to the ground, and reached out to stroke his fur, but he didn't touch anything.

When he came back to his senses, he was caressing the air like a psychopath.

Shaking his head, he didn't quite understand the current situation, so he had to put those thoughts aside first.

Walking out of the tent and looking at the beautiful snowy scenery in the distance, Izzy wanted to take out his "WeChat" necklace, and habitually stretched out his right hand, and a transparent wolf paw came into view.

"Huh??" the probonasal voice was confused, and Itchie felt that he was actually on all fours.

"I've turned into a wolf soul?"