Izzy looked at the Red Dragon Queen with a look of amusement and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

The Red Dragon Queen made a "sure and sure" expression and replied to Izzy's question.

Izzy inexplicably felt that the beautiful red dragon in front of her, although it was a dragon, she must be a monkey, and it was very likely that she was invited.

Izzy, who had a headache, rubbed his temples and said:

"So, as long as my partner lives a healthy life during the day, there won't be too much of a problem at night, except for turning into Lori?"

"What is Lori?" the Red Dragon Queen asked this sensitive word suspiciously.

Izzy pretended not to hear the Red Dragon Queen's question, and once again revealed his true nature, and said, "There won't be any problems, will it?"

The Red Dragon Queen first showed a "I understand" expression, then pinched her dragon's chin, and replied uncertainly:

"Hmm... There should be no problem. ”

Izzy clutched his left chest and said speechlessly, "Should there be a way to solve this problem completely?"

The Red Dragon Queen pondered for a moment and said affirmatively, "I don't have any good solutions, but I'm sure there must be a way to completely eliminate this dark curse." ”

Knowing Leah's problem, Izzy was really relieved, as long as he didn't let him face the cruel fate of that hope turning into despair, he was willing to do whatever he was asked to do.

"Thank you, Queen of Dragons. ”

The Red Dragon Queen smiled, "You're welcome, my friend, compared to what you did, what I did was just a small compensation. ”

"By the way, it's rare for you to come to my place, so bring some gifts back. ”

As she spoke, the Red Dragon Queen plucked two watermelon-sized apple-like fruits from the fruit tree behind her that she had irrigated with ambergris, and handed them to Izzy.

Holding the two large apples, Izzy left the red dragon's lair in a bit of confusion, and after tying the two giant apples to his back with rattan, he suddenly exclaimed:

"Damn, why is the Red Dragon Queen so down-to-earth!"

Feeling like he had taken a trip to his relatives, Izzy returned to the camp, and it was late at night, and most of the other orcs were asleep except for the orc guards.

Izzy returned to his camp and looked at Lori, who was lying on her blanket and sleeping like a kitten, and felt that her heart was about to be cute.

However, he inexplicably felt a sense of emptiness, and a sentence in his mind passed by like a barrage.

"Do you think our people's police will believe your nonsense?"

Shaking his head, putting aside his thoughts, Izzy looked out at the pitch black night, and he felt a sense of familiarity with himself.

That feeling is a little literary, that makes everyone sleep, and I wake up alone, but in layman's terms, it is actually after waking up all night, the biological clock is disordered.

With nothing to do, Izzy looked around, and then saw the Enemy Devourer on his weapon rack, and he immediately remembered that this thing in front of him was the culprit that caused him to fall unconscious.

I saw him walk to the weapon rack, and after hesitating repeatedly, he still pulled out of the scabbard to devour the enemy.

The once broken sword had now been completely restored, and Izzy felt a chill.

"Oh my head, how much life did I have to absorb from this stupid sword before it fully recovered?"

Thinking like this, Izzy walked out of the tent with the enemy-devouring greatsword, wanting to practice swordsmanship, but he felt his body weaken after a few swings.

He felt as weak as a patient recovering from a serious illness.

"I really should have melted you in the first place!"

Panting, Izzy cursed at the devourer, but the sword in his hand did not react.

Izzy had to give up, knowing full well what he really needed to do now, and that was eating!

Thinking so, Izzy looked thoughtfully at the giant apple he had brought back from the Red Dragon Queen, and had an idea.

The next thing is simple, flour, eggs, apples, knead the dough to make a pie, and put it in the oven.

After about thirty minutes, Izzy pulled out a giant apple pie from the earthen oven, looked at it, sniffed it.

"Hmm... It's all good at color and aroma, I just don't know what it tastes like, but there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Thinking like this, Izzy, who can only make pancakes, tastes his masterpiece, and immediately falls into remorse.

What is he to say he regrets?

It's easy for Izzy to regret it, because he never thought that the tempting giant apple, which looked red, was so salty!

The sins he made had to be solved with tears in his eyes, and with this thought in mind, Izzy ate the dark dishes he made with a bitter face.

While eating sweet and salty apple pie, Izzy suddenly remembered a question.

I've only picked up half of the devouring enemies, but what about the other half?

Thinking of this problem, Izzy was a little uneasy, devouring the enemy would absorb the user's life force, and if someone picked it up, there would suddenly be an extra dried corpse in the camp that day, and it would be called trouble.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Izzy hurriedly got an oil lamp and prepared to go out to find the fragments of his lost weapon, but in front of the camp gate, something obviously happened.

Izzy hurried to the gate.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

As soon as he reached the gate, he saw a badly injured frostwolf orc scout, and the dying frostwolf scout saw Izzy, and immediately held up the letter in his hand in the direction of Izzy.

Izzy hurriedly stepped forward, took the letter, and shouted, "Where's the medic, you need treatment here!" As he spoke, he began to cast a healing spell, but the frostwolf warrior exhaled his last breath and was already blind.

Izzy sighed and opened the letter.

"We won the first raid, but the human mage forces were able to support us in a timely manner, and our rear was suddenly attacked by a black dragon, and now we are trapped in the town of Flash, in dire need of magical support······. Frostwolf Chief Durontan. ”

After reading the letter, Izzy immediately shouted to the herald: "Gather all the generals and prepare for the whole army to attack!"

Issuing his own orders, Izzy immediately sighed.

"Hey, stop the war, now we're going to let the humans and the black dragon be wiped out!

Thinking so, Izzy returned to the tent to arrange his equipment, reluctantly glanced at Leah, who was sleeping, and after combing a strand of hair in her mouth, he resolutely rode his own flame wolf and ran towards the red dragon's lair again.

There is no way, to deal with the dragon, you have to fight against the dragon, I think Deathwing must hate their orcs, otherwise he will not let the little black dragon army he has left to attack.

But since he's not honest, Izzy isn't welcome.