Sitting in front of the campfire, Izzy kept vigil, his eyes reflecting the light of the campfire, pensive.

Izzy knew that the war between the draenei and the orcs could not be stopped, so how could he mitigate the casualties on both sides, and what would happen to the Shattered Hand Clan and the Fireblade Clan?

Up to now, no clan has been able to stay out of the matter, and every clan has lost a few respected ancestral spirits more or less forever, even the newly established Broken Hand Clan is no exception.

At this moment, an illusory-looking orc spirit found Izzy, who sat across from him and watched him through the campfire.

"My name is Tagnos, and you probably don't know me, because I must have fainted from overcasting when I was in the end of the Hammer Keep. ”

"I know you, when we left the Hammer Castle, two warriors broke off for us, and although we didn't know your names, we did our best to pass on your heroic deeds. ”

"I'm touched to hear that, but that's not what I've come to you for, Chief Broken Hands. ”

"You have and commanded, Honorable Heroic Spirit. ”

Tagonosh nodded and spoke: "The orc warrior who broke off with me at that time was called Drogonos, and he was like my eldest brother, and now my eldest brother is gone forever because of that tragedy, so I found you." ”

"Chief Broken Hands, we fought bloodily until the last moment for the freedom of the people of the Broken Hands, and it was our own volition, so we didn't ask for anything, and we didn't even tell you our names, but now I pray for the Broken Hands Clan to avenge my eldest brother, Drogonosh!"

Nodding, Izzy said:

"Dear Elder, I understand. ”

Izzy duplicity agreed to the old warrior's heroic soul, feeling very helpless in his heart, at least the ancestral souls of the orcs in the official history of the game still understand, they know that the orcs are being used, and even the ancestral souls in this world are bent on revenge.

Now the only person he can rely on is Naruk Uray, and although Izzy doesn't know how he can make the ancestral spirits see the truth, Cwuray is really the only option for Izzy right now.

Izzy felt very aggrieved, he knew the truth, but he couldn't tell it, even his Broken Hand Orcs, Izzy couldn't get them out of this war, they respected the spirit of the ancestors more than other orcs, because in the past, the Broken Hand Orcs had no clan, so it was difficult for their ancestors to enter the Woshu Ancient Holy Mountain, and the Broken Hand Orcs were very envious of other clans being able to communicate with the ancestors, and those that didn't have were the most eager to obtain.

Cheaters! Cheaters!

Izzy's long-term plans have been dashed by a misleading operation by the deceitr Kilgardan, and the clan alliance he wants to build is now meaningless, and the orc clans are now united to achieve a wrong goal in the face of national hatred.

"Vengeance on the Draenei!"

Janar patted the pensive Izzy and told him to rest, Izzy was lying in the tent and couldn't sleep at all, and Izzy was now afraid of his own dreams, just because the nightmare was about to come true.

He never thought that it was such a painful thing to be a "person who understands".

"How can I save the orcs from their tragic fate?"

The outside of the tent began to become brighter, tossing and turning, Izzy, who had not slept all night, lifted the curtain and walked out, the grassland was still dark at this time, he looked east, the endless grassland sky, still shrouded in white mist.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, Izzy walked to a pool of water to wash up and cheer up.

A ray of light suddenly appeared in Izzy's eyes, it was the morning sun that had just revealed a trace of the edge of the sky, and the soft sunlight was like a gentle mother's hands, caressing the earth, dispelling the remaining cold of the night and bringing warmth.

The corners of Izzy's mouth suddenly curled, and he looked at the rising sun, and the fighting spirit in his heart was like the rising sun, blazing.

"I can't stop the war, I can't change my fate? So what? I have gone through so many hardships and sufferings, and I never gave up to get myself to where I am today, and those beautiful and precious things are worth fighting for, even if it is at the cost of my life!"

Walking towards Draenei's Tara outpost, Izzy immediately saw Durotan and Orgrim, who walked over and greeted them.

"Your dad told you to come home for dinner!"

The faces of the two people who said Izzy's words darkened, and they understood the meaning of Izzy's words, and the translation should be:

"You're in trouble, your daddy is trying to smash your ass. ”

The two greeted Delaney's guards and left the post and walked towards Izzy.

Izzy greeted him and spoke:

"Hurry up! While you are leaving, something big has happened to the sacred mountain of Voshugu, and I will tell you on the way. ”

Izzy had the two of them sit in the hands of glory, each holding a finger.

"I'll make a long story short, listen up, wait for the elders to ask you, don't have any words of praise for the Draenei, and don't say what the Draenei has done to you. ”

Durotan was stunned and asked, "Why? The city of Delaney is so beautiful, and they have repaid us and given me a lot of delicious food." ”

"Don't interrupt me, listen to me slowly. ”

Izzy slowly recounted what had happened to Durotan and Orgrim about the events of the Sacred Mountain of Voshugu, and their faces turned blue when they heard this, and they were guests at the Draenei's house when they killed their ancestors.

"See, don't praise the draenei, tell the truth, just like a debriefing, or I'm afraid you'll be taken a traitor by the angry orcs, remember!"

Izzy's warning sent a shudder down Durotan and Orgrim's shoulders that it could happen.

Durotan and Orgrim kept nodding, and Izzy warned them what to do.

Just as they were about to return to the celebration camp, Izzy suddenly asked Durotan;

"I've heard from the caravans of the Draenei that the city of the Draenei seems to have to go through some kind of ritual to get in, do you see?"

Durotan replied, "I saw that they were fiddling with a gem and uttering a spell. ”

Izzy nodded, glanced at Orgrim, and whispered to Durotan:

"In the future, no matter who asks you, you will say that you did not remember that spell, Durotan, and if you still take me as a friend, I only ask you to agree to it. ”

Durotan looked at Izzy's serious expression and nodded at him.

Saying that, they had arrived at the gate, and Izzy looked over there, and immediately saw the Blackstone Adjutant Tyrka Hammer of Doom and the Frostwolf Chief Garrad, who were gathering their troops, and he rode the lava hand to meet them, and the two of them saw a few people, and breathed a sigh of relief, and then they immediately changed their faces and walked up, and in front of everyone, they taught Durotan and Orgrim a lesson.

"Stop, these two kids are just victims. Nao Zu, the shaman leader of the Shadow Moon Clan, lined up and said loudly.

"Also, there are some things that we have to ask, these two children. With that, he led the people into the tent of the council.

Durotan and Orgrim followed Izzy's admonition and reported the whole matter to the crowd.

The two of them went out to play, but they ran into a one-eyed demon, and if it was an ogre, they would dare to fight, but the one-eyed man really couldn't help it, so they fled into a jungle and were finally rescued by Draenei's ranger troops.

Due to the late day, they made a request to invite the two to their city, and they agreed, and finally, after several successive teleportation sessions, they were out of a city that the Draenei called Tymor.

The two then accepted the hospitality of the Draenei and met with an elderly Draenei, said to be their leader, the prophet Velon. ”

After everyone listened to the reports of the two, Nao Zu directly came to a conclusion.

"The Draenei want to find out about us, so they choose the least vigilant children, they really want to destroy us. ”

Izzy listened, really speechless, this man was afraid that he was fighting with the air, in his heart, the Draenei was the most despicable and shameless creature.

"What can you find out about the two children?"

"The Draenei want to destroy us, and all clans need to be prepared for war. ”

"We rarely fought the Draenei, and it took a little time for the clans to get used to, so it would be irrational to attack the city of the Draenei recklessly. "It's Frostwolf Chief Garrad who speaks.

"Chief Frostwolf is right, so we should start with the Draenei's small troops, their hunting party, the outpost defenders, and after slowly learning to fight them, we will target the city of the Draenei. ”

"Chiefs, you all know the seriousness of the problem, the Draenei murdered our ancestors in front of us, and destroyed us all, and now is the time for the orcs to survive. Let's fight to the end for our ancestors and for survival. ”

All the clan chiefs present responded loudly to Neozu's words, even Izzy, he could only do so at this time, even if he didn't agree alone, the Fireblade Orcs and Broken Hand Orcs would not listen to him.

Izzy plans to secretly delay the war and find a way to help Chourly recover, so that if evil energy begins to spread among the orcs at this time, he will at least be able to control his men from accepting the curse, and he will remind those who have a relationship with him to understand the horror of those evil energies.

Speaking of which, Izzy has not yet found any trace of Guldan, the Shadowmoon Clan does not have such a person, and Izzy is not sure if there has never been a Guldan in this world, or if Guldan has not yet joined the Shadowmoon Clan and become a student of Naozu.

There was no laughter and laughter, only sadness and anger, and in this atmosphere, the celebration of the orcs ended.

And the war began.

(End of chapter)