Once a person has a goal, life is full of motivation.

Izzy had several delicious meals in exchange for a stack of brown paper, bound with a needle and thread to form a thread-bound book, and in the dead of night, he worked hard to write with a primitive quill and homemade ink.

He sets out his goals, implementation plans, and priorities, and sometimes the plan doesn't keep up with the changes, but more often than not, Izzy believes that preparedness is the best way to survive.

It's cold and windy outside, and the blizzard is coming as scheduled, but it's still very warm in the Giant Bone Sanctuary, and they'll stay here for about a month and a half, staggering the coldest time of the Frost Fire Ridge.

At this time, even the group of troublemakers of the Thunder King clan did not dare to go out to hunt Goron anymore, and in the face of the cold and biting blizzard of the outside world, even Goron had to hide in the cave to survive.

The orcs of Frost Fire Ridge made the giant's skeleton as if they were celebrating the New Year, they tasted food comfortably, chatted and farted, and when they were bored, they went to the arena in the giant's skull to conduct friendly competitions.

Looking at this scene, Izzy sighed inexplicably, what a terrible thing evil energy can turn such a simple group of nomads into a group of slaughtering beasts.

In the days that followed, Izzy repeated the simple life, and the only bit of excitement was a fall with Durotan, which made Durotan look confused.

Izzy confidently thought that if someone in this world asked him to carry out the empty-handed Margora, it must be to die.

Time is always passing quietly and inadvertently, and today the Frostwolf Clan is about to set off to return to their homeland.

Of the three clans, they were the last, and the Frostwolf Clan had the largest number of people and the most preparations to make.

The migration of the Ju tribe is no small matter, the orcs are returning to the Frost Fire Ridge, and so are the beasts.

Durotan and Izzy promise that they will encounter wolves, every year.

Izzy had goosebumps all over his body when he heard this, Izzy had encountered most of the life-and-death tests in the past two years come from wolves, and Draenor is full of all kinds of wolves.

I heard the orcs of the Whiteclaw clan say that even in the sea, there are relatives of wolves, wolves that have evolved into fish, are they sharp or not?

Walking out of the Giant's Hand Bone Mountain Road, Izzy took one last look back at the giant's skeleton, and an inexplicable thought popped up in his heart that startled him.

"If you can turn this giant skeleton into an undead, wouldn't that be a blast of combat power?"

Dispelling the horrific thoughts in his mind, Izzy embarks on a journey back with the Frostwolf Clan.

Izzy and Rantreso accompanied Durotan to guard the right flank of the group, and the first day of the return trip was always calm and tense.

During the night, Izzy, who couldn't sleep, got up and left the tent, and he saw Fenris sitting in front of the campfire with a look of displeasure and dissatisfaction.

Izzy rolled his eyes, ignoring the somewhat faulty orc, and walked past him.

Fenris, who had been in a daze, suddenly spotted someone, frightened him to his feet, and scared Izzy out of a vigilant posture.

"Oh, it's Izzy. ”

"I'll come out for a convenience, why hasn't Brother Fenris slept yet?"

"It's nothing, I just can't sleep. ”

Izzy almost gave a look of disdain, and the man had a look of "something to do" on his face, talking nonsense.

"Brother Fenris, do you have any troubles in your heart? If you don't mind, you can talk to me. ”

Fenris Wolf Vein, looking at the orc child in front of him, felt that his insight was very sharp, and fortunately Izzy didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have despised him again.

"Is it wrong for you to say that if there is a man who desires to prove that he is not a coward, who desires to be glorified, and rebels against his leader?"

As soon as Izzy heard this, he knew that Fenris was still conflicted about his decision to rebel against his father, and he longed to hunt Goron with the Thunder King clan on the one hand, and suffered from his father Galad's teachings on the other.

Izzy thought about it for a moment, and didn't have the idea of bringing the Thunder King clan on the right track, so he whispered to Fenrir:

"Brother Fenris, you may not know, I'll just say it bluntly, in the Giant Bone Sanctuary, I once saw you go out and hunt Goron with the Thunder King clan. ”

When Fenris heard this, his face immediately changed, and Izzy looked at it with a pang of disdain, did he still think that he was well hidden, that everyone was hiding from the cold wind all night, and that he ran out of the shelter alone, and he was as conspicuous as a light in the darkness.

"Well, you know what I've been out for? Don't you despise me? I've violated the wishes of my father, the clan chief, and he will never agree to a frostwolf orc to mix with the Thunder King clan and do dangerous things. ”

Fenris said this, suddenly remembering something, and he continued:

"You stopped the fleeing Goron that day? You are a shaman, yes! It must be you. Fenris's expression was as happy as if he had found a soulmate.

"Brother Fenris, don't look at me like that, that Goron once cornered me and Lanteriso, I'm just avenging that death crisis, I'm not interested in hunting Goron. ”

As soon as Izzy finished speaking, Fenris immediately showed a clear look of loss, and Izzy ignored it and continued:

"I can probably understand the contradiction in your heart, your father thinks that the life of his people is more precious than glory, so even if he hears the insults of others, he will take it as a deaf ear and let it go, and you, the eldest son of the Frostwolf Chief, cannot bear this humiliation, so you want to prove yourself right by hunting Goron?"

"Yes, you can see very clearly, one day after arguing with my father, I quietly left the clan to check on the hunt of the Thunder King clan, their hunting surprised me, they are so heroic, fanatical and persistent, fearless, hunting the mighty Goron, I think what they are doing is so desirable. ”

"So I didn't sit idly by, I hid my identity and came to help them, and in the end they gladly accepted the help of me, an outsider, and since then, I have been hunting with them Goron, and I can't help myself, they are like a group of real orcs, and they are honorably killed. ”

"Honorable to die?" said you?" asked Izzy abruptly.

"I don't mean to blame the traditions of different clans, but living in this harsh land, the practices of the Thunder King clan will only benefit the Dota ogre. ”

"In my opinion, glory means value, and the real glorious death in battle is to die to protect the homeland, protect the compatriots, and protect one's relatives, and only those who die like that are worthwhile. ”

Intzy's words made Fenris look angry, but Fenris didn't know how to contradict him.

Izzy looked at Fenris's face flushed with anger, struck while the iron was hot, and continued:

"You think I'm right, but you don't want to admit it, and I must admit that hunting Goron is a heroic act, but I don't think it's necessary to survive, and don't you think that when you do too much, no one thinks it's a great thing?"

"Your father, Garrad, has managed the Frostwolf Clan with the idea of clan blood connection, and endured the insults behind the backs of those villains, but there is one thing that no one can deny. ”

"That is, the Frost Wolf Clan is the orc clan with the largest number of people in the Frost Fire Ridge, and it is the Frost Wolf Clan that has restrained the ogres of the Dota Fortress, otherwise do you think the Thunder King Clan can still hunt Goron so safely?"

Fenris said angrily:

"A large number of people does not mean that the fighting power is strong, in the hunting team of the Frostwolf Clan, I feel docile like a dog, and only when I am with the Thunder King Orcs, I feel like a real wolf. ”

Izzy smiled:

"You only feel this way because you don't agree with it, and the frostwolf orcs feel like one of the frostwolves of the race.

Fenris wanted to roar angrily, but Izzy reached out for silence.

It wasn't long before the two heard the siren horn, and Izzy said to Fenris:

"The wolves are coming, and if you have revisited the will of your people to defend their people to the death, and can keep your thoughts as you are, I am willing to take back my words. ”

As he spoke, Izzy pulled out his enemy-devouring greatsword and rushed over.

Garad had already set up a defensive line with the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan, and they were staring at the forest not far from the camp.

In the forest, countless wolf eyes flashing with golden light looked at the orcs with fierce eyes, waiting for the command of the lord of the wolf pack.

The camp and the forest were in a strange calm, and with a loud wolf howl, the wolves pounced on the Frostwolf Clan's defenses like a raging tsunami.

Izzy grabbed a handful of snow, rubbed his hands, and clenched his sword to devour the enemy, trembling inexplicably.

He could clearly feel that it was an emotion called excitement, as if the sword in his hand was seducing some kind of longing in his heart.

"Kill, blood, cut flesh and bones!" the sword in his hand called out to the suppressed desire in his heart.

Izzy struggled to control the emotion, gripped the hilt of his sword so hard that the trembling of his body stopped, but the restlessness in his heart beat his reason like a tidal wave all the time.

The approach of several iron-jawed wolves made this emotion vent like a flood that broke a dam.

The big sword was like a dazzling white light, sweeping and slashing, breaking three times with one sword, breaking off the waist and beheading, Izzy had never felt so hearty, and the big sword in his hand seemed to be as light as a feather.

A sword pierced into the two overlapping wolf heads, and Izzy roared angrily and threw the wolf corpse out, sweeping left and right with the big sword cutting melons and vegetables, dismembering the huge iron-jawed wolf.

The howl of the wolf in the distance attracted Izzy's attention, and on a boulder platform, a wolf king half the size of the usual iron-jawed wolf stared coldly at the chaotic battlefield.

Izzy didn't lose his mind, he just felt happy, so he made a decision in an instant.

"Hit the snake and hit the seven inches, and the thief will capture the king first. ”

He calls out two names, attracting the attention of Lanteriso and Durotan.

The two looked at Izzy and saw that he was looking at the wolf king in the distance, and the two immediately understood Izzy's thoughts.

Without hesitation, Lantreso brandished his long-handled sword and approached Izzy.

Durotan drove his spear into the head of a giant wolf, took out his hammer axe, and killed him.

The three people who converged, like swimming fish swimming upstream, slaughtering the giant wolf, swords and axes, and blade dances, they slowly but firmly approached the wolf king.

The Iron Jawed Wolf King on the boulder platform lowered his proud head and looked at the three fleshy beasts close to him, and there was a look of contempt in his golden and shiny eyes.

It waits for its own meat to be delivered to its mouth.