"What an impressive sight to behold, Hellroar Chief, it seems that your prestige among the Warsong Clan is completely unmatched. Izzy said with praise.

Gromash laughed and said, "It's nothing, boy, orcs only follow the strong, I just make them understand what it means to be strong."

Izzy whispered, "Strong?"

At this time, Izzy thought ironically, Hell Roar would never have imagined that one day he would sell his own soul because of this way of thinking that longs for the strong.

But this world has its own, and the fate of hell's roar shouldn't be so sad anymore.

Izzy coughed, cleared his throat, and spoke:

"Well, then, you're safe, Hellroar Chief, and it's time for me to return to Havalo with my men. So saying, Izzy walked up to the high platform, looked at the scrawny orcs below, and said in a loud voice:

"Congratulations, fellow citizens, you are free, and those whose clan is still alive can stay here and go home with the ranks of your own clan when the festival of Keshhag begins. ”

"And those who have no clan, unfortunately you still can't live as you please, for without the protection of your clan, living in the wilderness can be very difficult, as those of you who have been exiles in the past know this. ”

Seeing that many orcs lowered their heads, Izzy paused and continued:

"But now, I give you a choice, you can choose to become an Orc of the Broken Hand and contribute to the Broken Hand Clan, and the Broken Hand Clan will provide you with a safe and comfortable home and food to live on!"

"I'm not going to force you to make a decision, you're all free orcs, but opportunities won't always await you, now! Who wants to be a glorious Hand Breaker!"

The orcs in the audience seemed a little hesitant, this is normal, some of them were exiles in the past, some were born in the dungeon, and now they are suddenly told that they are free, and they are still a little confused for a while, and some orcs don't even know what freedom is.

Izzy waited quietly, believing that there would always be a few smart people who knew what to do.

"I do!"

A childish voice came from the crowd, and Izzy looked over with a smile on his face.

It was the first kid on the Broken Cliff to fall into the sea using a zipline, and Izzy beckoned him to come up.

"What's your name. ”

The child looked a little timid, but still whispered:

"My name is Galloka. ”

"Is your family still there?"

"I've been a human being since birth. ”

Izzy nodded his head to show that he understood, and asked the Hundred Warriors to carry out the two barrels, uncover the lids, take out two potato sachets, and fill another bowl of soup and hand them to him.

"You're now a member of the Broken Hand Clan, and you deserve it. ”

The little orc took the two naan cakes and a bowl of broth, a little confused, and Izzy motioned for him to eat it.

The little orc bit down, froze for a moment, and immediately began to chew rapidly, his mouth could not stop at all, his eyes began to blur, and tears covered his dirty face like a dam bursting, but even so, he did not choke, but kept chewing, and he even choked because he ate too quickly.

Izzy poured him a little broth, and Galloka was better, and Izzy admired the brave little fellow, and he felt that the child was worth cultivating.

"I do! I do!" said Izzy, laughing, and said loudly:

"Very well! After this meal, come back to our house with me! I will teach you how to be a good Broken Hand Orc!"

Izzy and the Broken Hand warriors who had been here in advance set out on their way home with two hundred and thirty newborn Hand Breakers.

Kargas stood in the doorway, welcoming the return of Izzy and Lanteriso.

"Hard work, my chief shaman, you're finally back. ”

"I'm tired and stupid, you can arrange this group of people, I really need to get a good night's sleep!"

Kargas's face instantly became bitter, and Izzy woke up, it turned out that Kargas came to greet him, mainly to get out of the sea of suffering!

Izzy smiled and patted Kargas on the shoulder, and walked towards his tent, his steps getting faster and faster, and when he arrived at the tent, he took out a small wooden box, took out the jewel necklace, and sent a message.

"Sister Leah, I'm back!"

As usual, it didn't take long for the gemstone necklace to begin to glow green, and Leah's reply was as quick as ever.

"I'm finally back, not hurt, is Izzy? ”

"No, no, the body is dripping!"

"Really?"

"Sister Leah, if you don't believe it, next time you come, I'll let you check it. ”

"Phew, you little villain!"

The two of them chatted happily as usual, and as long as they could talk to Leah, Izzy felt refreshed and reassured, and she was like the sun that illuminated her heart.

The two chatted for a long time, and Izzy was afraid that it would affect Leah's rest, so he ended the call, boiled a pool of bath water, and Izzy took a bath that was extremely comfortable, lay on the bed, and thought silently.

For some reason, the elemental rebellion did not give birth to various natural disasters as Izzy had expected, but began to slowly show signs of recovery, and his shamanic spells began to slowly regain strength, and Izzy was not sure what was going on.

The signs of disaster that happened in advance made Izzy full of doubts about his past memories, this world is no longer the game world he is familiar with, many things have changed, he knows the plot of the past very well, but now he is not sure whether his memories are still useful.

According to the plot of the canonical history, after the elemental rebellion, many natural disasters occurred in various places, and the orcs were struggling to make a living, Nao Zu convened various clans to discuss how to solve the elemental riot, and Gul'dan seized this opportunity to cast a plague of "red natural disaster" on the assembled clans.

It was a fatal skin disease, almost to the point of discoloration in Draenor, and Gul'dan's actions made this red disaster the worst in history.

Kil'Gardan would then take the form of Neozu's companion and deceive Neozu into believing that the Elemental Rebellion and the Red Scourge were Draenei's attempt to exterminate the orcs.

At this point, Naozu gathered all the clans and launched a war against the Delaney.

The orcs attacked the Draenei's caravans and rangers, and then gradually got used to fighting the Draenei, and the first city they attacked was Tymor, then used the Dark Naru to capture the Temple of Karabo, and finally destroyed the city of Shattrath.

According to the plot of the canonical history, in the worst-case scenario, this Keshhag Festival, the plague of the Red Scourge will break out.

So Izzy probably has a few months to stop the worst from happening, and as for how to stop it, Izzy has no clue right now.

The more he thought about it, the bigger his head became, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

He dreamed again, and from the moment he entered the dream, Izzy realized it, but this dream was a little different.

In the past, Izzy's dreams were either orcs doing something heinous or the Void Shadows trying to corrupt him, but this time, the dream was full of light.

Being in the bright light, Izzy couldn't see anything in such a light, but there was a voice that was talking to him, a hazy voice that Izzy couldn't hear very clearly.

"Come to the very center of the Holy Mountain, I'm in the Hall of Light, hiding from the shadows!

Such an incomplete sentence is the whole dream of Izzy, who is in the infinite light and hears the voice of some kind of existence.

Izzy probably guessed who Tomon was giving him, and nine times out of ten it was Naru in the sacred mountain of Voshugu.

He didn't quite understand how he had found him, but he felt it wasn't a meaningless dream.

Time was always too little, and Izzy had to try to do the best he could in the limited time, and the festival of Khishhag began, and Izzy let Lanteriso stay in Havalo, and even Kagasiz didn't want him to go, because he was afraid that the Red Scourge would take them all to Voshugu.

But it's a pity that he can't go if he doesn't go, according to tradition, it's impossible for the chief not to go, and the chieftain doesn't go to mean that the clan doesn't need the protection of the ancestors, which is too cruel for the orc clan.

Riding on the hands of lava, Izzy looked worriedly at the approaching sacred mountain of Woshugu, his heart was full of unease, and he even had a premonition that something would definitely happen on this trip to the holy mountain.

"Well, sometimes people's intuition is too sensitive, and it's not necessarily all good. With such a sigh, their troops arrived at the gates of the celebration camp.

It's still the festive atmosphere in my memory, the Broken Hand Clan is closer, so I didn't rush here on the first day, and the first thing Izzy did was naturally to ask if the Fireblade Clan was here and where it was.

"Brother Ichi!"

Before the guard could answer Izzy's question, he heard the familiar voice, and hit his little head on his chest, and Izzy laughed.

Mogolin's boy has grown taller, and in the past it was only up to his stomach, but now it is up to his chest, which is really fast.

Rubbing his head, Izzy asked:

"My father and Mentor Artur are all right?"

"Well, Uncle Yushuro and Grandpa Artur are very nice, they miss you so much.

"Let's go, take me to see them. Little Mogolin took Izzy's hand and walked towards the Fireblade Clan's camp.

Izzy didn't see his relatives first, he saw his enemies first.

Dahl Triple Bloodblade, the Fireblade Chief noticed Izzy, his expression was complicated, frightened, confused, hateful, regretful, and even a hint of forgiveness, Izzy watched his face change like a chameleon, and showed him a hideous smile to the extreme.

A finger slashed at his throat, and Dahl Triple Bloodblade's face turned pale and frightened.

(End of chapter)