"What a freewheeling, I love the word. ”

An old, wise voice in the Draenei team took over from Izzy.

A draenei, two heads taller than the others, stepped out.

His skin was brighter than the usual Draenei, like pink, his wise eyes were like two shimmering light bulbs, and his long white beard set him apart from the others, and in Izzy's perception, he resembled a humanoid spirit of the Light Elemental.

Izzy knew who he was, the prophet Veron, the leader of the Draenei, the Immortal.

Restland introduced Velen to Izzy, and Izzy tried to behave as naturally as possible, after all, if Veron was similar to the official history, Izzy despised him very much, and he had run Draenor for two hundred years, and had not yet developed a strong army, or when they had a high degree of civilization.

What's more, every time Veron took the Draenei to a world, the Burning Legion chased after them and they ran, and the Burning Legion was angry, and that world was destroyed, which returned to Draenor, and then the orcs got a fate worse than death.

Izzy even thinks that the tragic fate of the orcs and draenei is mainly caused by the old man's inaction.

I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have lived, don't you know that big fists are the last word?

Izzy welcomed them all into the camp, and the orcs looked at the Draenei's magical wagon, with its food and warm clothing, and their eyes lit up.

To be honest, he didn't expect Velen to come, the supreme leader of the draenei, is it really okay to run around like this, if Izzy really wants to think about it, three hundred clan strong soldiers can kill them all in ten breaths.

Throwing off those crazy thoughts, Izzy welcomed them to his tent, made them a few cups of tea, and began to discuss business.

"I don't like to beat around the bush, and we at the Broken Hand Clan are grateful for the Draenei's assistance this time, and if there's anything we need, we'll do our best to provide it. ”

"No, child, you've done enough, the three clansmen are our most precious compatriots, and I'm not here to trade in mind, we're just here to thank you. ”

Velen seemed to see the shame in Izzy's heart, and turned the transaction into a friendly visit with a thank you gift.

Izzy sighed, he couldn't refuse, instead of exchanging things that were of little value to the Draenei but useful to the Broken Hand Clan, it was better to accept the kindness of others.

"Thank you, Prophet, for though you insist that this is a thank you in return, the Broken Hand Clan will take note of this kindness. ”

Velen smiled and nodded.

It's hard for Izzy to endure it now, and he really wants to grunt and tell him everything he knows, so that he can watch out.

"Son, you seem to have something on your mind. ”

Izzy, who asked Wei Lun in one sentence, was taken aback, and he couldn't help but remember that it seemed to be said in the official history that Wei Lun can see the feelings in people's hearts to a certain extent.

Izzy was immediately a little nervous, he was still very scared of such a thing as mind reading, his eyes rolled, and a thought rose to him.

Izzy said to Veron, "Prophet, I am not an ordinary orc, I was blessed by the elemental spirits when I was born, and the elemental spirits say that I was born with a mission. ”

"And I can really sense in the dark that something will happen in the next few years. ”

"You are a prophet, can you help me foresee what that will be?"

"I'm sorry, child, my ability to foresee was no longer effective when I came into this world, and I haven't seen the future for a long time. ”

Izzy expressed regret and said to Veron, "I can feel that incident, it is closely related to all living beings in this world, please be careful..."

Izzy clutched his chest and curled up on the blanket in pain, feeling as if his heart had been stopped, and the sudden pain made him wail.

The guards outside the door immediately rushed in, and Izzy sat up straight in an instant, holding back a cold sweat, and said loudly:

"It's okay, what are you doing here?"

The guard, believing that he had misheard, withdrew.

Izzy curled up again, this time he snorted in pain, Leah was so anxious that tears were about to fall, and Veren raised his hand and a holy light flowed through Izzy's body.

But it was not a symptom at all, and Izzy's heart was not beating at all, as if it was still.

Just when Izzy felt like he was going to die, he finally recovered, gasping for air, Izzy was full of anger, he was sure that someone had brought him into this world, and he was not willing to let himself say what might happen in the future.

"Izzy, are you alright?" Leah hugged Izzy and put him on her lap in a more comfortable position.

"I'm much better, Sister Leah. ”

"Child, there seems to be something wrong with your body, and my healing spells have all been absorbed by your body, but there is no healing effect. ”

"Thank you, Prophet, I'm fine, my body was born that way. With that, Izzy raised his right hand and showed it to Veron.

"It's magical. Vilun understood the situation as soon as he sensed it.

"That's all for today, I beg your pardon if I'm unwell, and besides, if you can, I hope you can rest for the night in Havalo, and tomorrow our chief will return, and many things will require his presence to be agreed. ”

"No problem, honorable Shaman of Broken Hands. The title Veron surprised Izzy.

Standing up, Izzy took them to a camp that had been prepared in advance, and Izzy made it as clean and comfortable as possible, and said that tonight, he would cook himself and cook some special dishes for them.

Izzy returned to his tent, dismissed the guards, and immediately drew his devouring sword, roaring in anger:

"Come out! Do you have the audacity to get me into this world, and don't you dare to show your true colors?"

Izzy roared into the air, making sure there was nothing in his senses.

"How can I go back?"

Izzy kept asking some questions, but no one answered, Izzy felt like a slave, he gave up on himself, loudly revealing the plot, every word, made him miserable, but the pain was gone, and he continued to roar.

Fighting with the air, Izzy sat in the tent and gasped, he was sure that maybe the existence who got himself here didn't look at him, but he must have planted some kind of prohibition in his body, once he wanted to directly use various ways to reveal an important plot, he would be forbidden.

Izzy was furious, he went to work and played games, but he was brought here, and he didn't tell himself what to do, and he didn't give a hanging, or a system or something, so he put a collar on himself, and he didn't care about himself, is this what the hell is a human doing?

Sulking in the air again, Izzy gave up and began to cook.

No matter how hard and tired it is, life still has to pass, food still has to be eaten, Izzy gritted his teeth, and he must make that fucking existence pay if he has the opportunity in the future.

Called flower chicken, sour fruit beef brisket, tarbu mutton bone soup, sour fruit fried finch eggs, spiced mashed potatoes, roasted rabbit guinea pig, plus a few plates of beautiful vegetables and fruits, looking at his masterpiece, Izzy couldn't help but pity, there is no rice, if someone can let him eat a bowl of rice, Izzy is even willing to exchange his own flesh and blood, away from home for twelve years, that bowl of rice may be what Izzy misses the most in addition to relatives and friends.

With a basket of food in one hand and a wooden folding chair of his own making, Izzy made his way to the Draenei's camp.

From a distance, Leah was actually sitting on the stone where Izzy had exercised before, holding her chin with her hands, in a daze, Izzy quietly walked around her perspective, and behind her, she gently arranged the table, chairs, and various dishes.

Quietly walked over and said in her ear: Sister Leah, come to dinner!

Leah jumped up in fright, and looked back at the steaming table of sumptuous food in the open air, and Izzy was standing at the table looking at her with a smile on his face, and behind Izzy was a sky full of stars and a bright full moon.

Leah smiled and showed cute tiger teeth, pretended to be fierce, and said, "Little Izzy, you are getting more and more naughty!"

"I promised you to treat you to a lot of delicious food, and I will pay some interest today. ”

Calling a few people out for dinner, Izzy lit a few oil lamps.

Veron was grateful for Izzy's hospitality, and Izzy smiled:

"Prophet, you have too many courtesies, eat quickly, for chefs, eating their own food deliciously is the best encouragement. ”

Veron nodded, Leah taught him how to use chopsticks, Izzy presented him a bowl of porridge, and the old man picked up a little sour fruit and fried finch eggs a little awkwardly, and ate it with the porridge.

The atmosphere in the room was very strange, and after a few people tried it, they immediately buried their heads in hard work and did not speak at all.

Izzy smiled, they had fallen for the delicious cuisine.

Leah puffed out her mouth and grabbed a roasted rabbit guinea pig with a mouthful full of oil:

"What a good word bird!"

A great sense of satisfaction filled Izzy's heart, and it was in vain that he had been preparing since last night.

"Woo!

Suddenly, a crying sound came, and Izzy looked simply stunned, and the immortal prophet Veren actually cried.

He drank the porridge and ate the otherworldly tomato scrambled eggs made by Izzy, and tears flowed down his cheeks into the bowl, and the porridge would probably be bitter because of his tears.

After eating a bowl, Izzy hurriedly presented him another bowl, and Wei Lun was in tears, eating three bowls of wheat porridge in a row, and eating all the fried wind finch eggs with sour fruits.

Wei Lun wiped his tears and controlled his emotions: "I'm sorry, I'm out of shape." ”

"This bowl reminds me of my wife, who made me a very similar dish back then. ”

"I can't believe that after centuries, I will still be able to taste this taste. ”

Wei Lun hesitated, poured the soup from the plate into the wooden bowl, drank it, and burst into tears again.

Izzy was dumbfounded, and all the displeasure he had for the old man disappeared in his heart.

"This is also a poor man. ”

Izzy understood that longing very well, no matter how good the food was outside, he would still miss the taste of home after a long time, and whispered:

"Do you need me to show you how?"

"No, thank you, kid, I know how to do it, but I just can't make it taste, thank you so much. ”

"If you want to eat, I'll be able to make it for you at any time, that's my promise. ”

"Thank you. ”