Izzy led more than 700 Fireblade Orcs on their way back to Havalo, and as he walked along this path, he couldn't help but think of the same path they had taken when they left Havalo a few years ago.

At that time, the Fireblade Clan was also attacked by wolves, and Izzy stabbed a giant wolf to death with a short sword, although afterwards, Izzy knew that it was just a small test that Mentor Artur did to himself, but at this time, Izzy recalled, was it the first time he took the first life in this world?

Izzy wasn't sure about this question, because according to the teachings of the shamans, all things have spirits, so strictly speaking, even if you eat vegetables, it can be regarded as depriving a small creature of life.

Animism, the many lives of nature. It is just devouring each other for survival, and there is no concept of sin in it, so intelligent beings should respect life even more, and waste or indiscriminate killing is the real sin.

Once again, Izzy felt a little sentimental, and he didn't hesitate to kill any enemy who wanted to kill him in battle.

But after the duel the day before yesterday, Izzy was deeply touched, and he couldn't be ruthless in the face of the old orcs who also wanted to kill him, but he was bent on death.

Respecting the old and loving the young is a fine tradition in China, this concept has been deeply rooted in Izzy's mind, but in this world, the tradition of orcs requires himself to kill an old man, which is against his conscience, but the problem is, if you don't kill the other party, it is the biggest insult to the old soldier, so how should you choose?

Thinking of this, Izzy suddenly discovers that he is a selfish person, who prioritizes his own hypocrisy over satisfying the needs of others.

Walking towards the lava hand, Lockus lay on it with a lost face, and when the old orc woke up, he looked at Izzy and said only one word:

"Am I failing again?"

"Elder, there is a man who dies eventually, and it is not a glorious thing to die in a duel with me. Izzy tried his best to convince the old orc to restore hope.

Loctus looked at the sky in a daze, ignoring Izzy, who sighed, perhaps not only trying to convince the old man, but also trying to relieve the guilt in his heart.

The journey home was spent three days uneventful, and they were not attacked by wild beasts, and the wolves of the spring were more willing to eat the tarbu sheep or the split-hoof oxen than the orcs.

These are all things that Izzy heard from the blue-eyed wolf king, who once transported the ogre's meat to the wolves before the Kershhag festival, and the wolf king gave it to Izzy with an extremely disgusted look on the spot, and then dragged out a tarbu leg of lamb from the wolf's den and threw it in front of Izzy, and said to Izzy:

"Is this for the wolves? If you don't eat it, we can give you a little of the meat. ”

Izzy was angry at the time, he was actually stared at by a wolf that looked like a husky for a long time, and he was wanted to give himself alms, Izzy felt that when he went back, he would have to sharpen his knife and eat dog meat.

At this time, the migration team of the Fireblade Clan had already seen the outer walls of Havalor, the red towering walls, which looked as solid as a rock, and Izzy was confident that even if it was Golon, there was no way to destroy Havalo's walls now, and they could only climb over it at most.

The Fireblade Orcs, looking at the well-equipped guards of the Broken Hand Clan standing on the city wall, looked a little worried, they knew the origin of the Broken Hand Orcs, this clan composed of former slave gladiators, the combat power was obviously much stronger than the Fire Blade Clan, which was mostly old, weak, sick and disabled.

While the Fireblades knew that their new chieftain was also the chief of the Shattered Hand Clan, this did not completely dispel the fears of the Fireblade Orcs, who feared that the Broken Hand Orcs would take over their homeland.

Izzy watched the reaction of the Fireblade Orcs, such a reaction was expected by him, Izzy smiled, and walked forward with the Fireblade Clan, and the guards immediately saluted Izzy by beating his chest and shouting:

"Chief Izzy is back!

The steel gate slowly opened, and the Fireblade Orcs still looked a little hesitant, Izzy turned around and shouted, "Sons of the Fireblade Clan, please raise your head and straighten your back, you are going home! ”

The Fireblade Orcs heard Izzy's words, and they finally realized that this seemingly majestic town was their former home, and now, they are back!"

The Fireblade Orcs followed Izzy into the gate, and they were greeted by the Broken Hand Orcs who welcomed them in the middle of the road, and the Broken Hand Warriors looked at the unmarried female Fireblade Orcs, whistling collectively and looking a little crazy.

Izzy kicked them and threw a low-level arcane spell at the frenzied group of Broken Hand warriors, who immediately scattered, scattering like a pack of hungry wolves.

Izzy shook his head, motioning for the Fireblade Orcs to follow him, the long avenue leading to the small basin of Havalore in the past, where there was now a small fortress.

The fireblade orcs looked around like curious babies, and the changes in Havalo were so great that they couldn't believe it, not only was the range several times larger, but the places where tents were placed in the past were also built red brick houses, and outside the door in front of the house, countless strips of air-dried meat were hung, making the air smell a faint smell of meat.

There is a feeling in this camp that is the envy of the Fireblade Orcs, and that is the abundance of food and clothing.

For the orc clans that rely on hunting for a living, they are basically full for a few days, lose a vote and go hungry, and in winter, it is even more difficult, there is not enough food in stock, many orcs have to go hungry, survive the cold winter, and the orcs who starve to death in their own homes are innumerable.

Izzy had been watching the Fireblade Orcs react, and the Shattered Hand Clan had vacated the area they had lived in for the Fireblade Orcs to live in, believing that as long as they lived together, it wouldn't be long before the two clans would merge into one.

Originally, Izzy wanted to directly give a new name to the clan composed of the two clans, and directly merge the two clans into one, but to be honest, naming is really not Izzy's strong point, and the meaning of the clan's name is of great significance to the orcs.

In the evening, Havalo had a welcome feast, and the Broken Hand Clan had prepared a feast of food that was even richer than that of the Kshhag festival to entertain the Fireblade orcs, and Izzy walked up to the high platform and looked around, and the orcs fell silent, waiting for Izzy's speech.

"Listen to me, fellow citizens, the war is about to begin, and a new threat is about to befall all of us, trying to destroy everything we have!"

"You have elected me as your common chief, and as a chief, I must make one thing clear, although we belong to different clans, we will all live together in the future, and in the face of those terrible enemies, we can only survive and continue to enjoy the beauty of this world if we unite and fight side by side. ”

"Of course, I don't say this to make you immediately let go of your prejudices against each other, after all, in fact, you are just strangers who have just met, and the fire blade and the broken hand also have different experiences, but externally, we must be a whole, and the fist can only have strength when it is clenched, and you don't need me to say, you also understand this truth, right?"

The orcs in the audience nodded their heads, agreeing with Izzy's point of view.

"Very well, then to the outside world, let's call ourselves the Wolf Tribe!

Now Havalo has a population of 1,400 people, and the clan's past food stocks are barely enough, and those stocks of food were originally accumulated by Izzy to prepare for various natural disasters, but now it seems that natural disasters may not yet come.

Izzy can roughly guess Kil'Gardan's plan, which is nothing more than that when the war with the Draenei is going on, if the Draenei has the intention of peace talks, the elemental chaos will break out, causing natural disasters to occur around the world, and then casually say, that is the Draenei, the current orc clan, will immediately think that the Draenei is the ghost, and then the war will intensify.

Since the Elemental Rebellion won't happen right away, instead of leaving the grain moldy in the warehouse, it is better to feed everyone and create more supplies through the skyrocketing population.

In just a few days, all kinds of information came to Havalo, most of them were orders from Naozu, and in the past two days, he was ready to attack the Draenei's outposts and caravans, and now it is only up to him to see which clan is chosen first to carry out this "glorious mission".

Izzy prayed, not the Broken Hand Clan or the Fireblade Clan, but to choose Izzy's clan, he really didn't know if he should obey Naozu's orders.

As the chief of the clan, he always has to make difficult decisions for the survival of the clan, if the fire blade or the broken hand is chosen, then Izzy has to take the clan warriors to attack the draenei, attacking the draenei means that Izzy has to order his warriors to kill innocent people, not attack, they will be in the orc clan, spurned, and finally dealt with by the original traitors, it is possible.

Izzy has already decided, even if his clan is really chosen, then he will get in the way and try to minimize the casualties on both sides, although it is not a cure, but this is the only way Izzy can think of now.

Izzy knew that he had to find a way to cure Naru as soon as possible, and the more he went, the more this sad war would intensify, until it was irreparable.

Izzy thought about it, there are two known ways to reply, the first is to find a way to bring this Naru core into the grassland labyrinth, and absorb the high-density holy light energy below the void lake.

The second is to take the Draenei, who believes in the Light, to the sacred mountain of Voshugu to recharge the Keure.

Both methods were a bit difficult to achieve, and Izzy thought sadly:

"The choices this world has given itself have always been so bitter. ”

Update two more chapters in the evening.,Actually, I'm very hesitant.,Rather than writing more.,Is it better to adjust the high quality?

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