"You.... I...."

Chief Warsong was dumbfounded by Izzy's heartfelt roar, and he had no idea how he should answer Izzy's words.

It wasn't until today that he truly understood what kind of burden Izzy was carrying.

In this dangerous world, they orcs are like a piece of fresh meat that everyone wants to take a bite of, and Izzy, as the chief, every decision he makes will directly affect the future of the orcs, whether it is into destruction or prosperity, he is alone in making the decision.

"I'm really tired. ”

Izzy suddenly showed a haggard look, and said such a sentence in a slow tone.

Hearing this, hell roared, and the father and son felt that the air was simply solemn and suffocating.

Gromash hurriedly spoke, "You're right, Great Chief, I think I really did it...."

Grommash was about to admit his mistake when Izzy raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No, Hellroar Chief, you're right, this war started by my orders has opened a chain of hatred, and it is definitely not a wrong thing to beware of those who may pose a threat, but the time is not right. ”

As he walked out of the tent, he heard a strange wail from outside the tent, and Izzy dragged the corpse of a dragonman with its head at a strange angle and threw it on the ground outside the tent.

"Where there are people, there will be fighting, whether it is for hatred or for survival, and one day, we will inevitably have a war with humanity, but today, we need to worry about other more important issues. ”

A secret conversation ensued in the tent, and after about an hour, Izzy stepped out of the tent to leave.

Garrosh suddenly chased after him and shouted, "Chief, you forgot to take your axe. ”

Izzy turned around and said to Garrosh with a smile: "You performed well in the battle of Red Ridge Mountain, these two axes are the reward you deserve, may they be able to drink the blood of the enemy in your hands and win more glory." ”

Hearing Izzy's words, Garrosh thought for a moment, clenched his Storm Tomahawk, and slammed his chest with a fist in his right hand to make a standard orc salute.

"I'll put them to good use, Grand Chief. ”

Izzy nodded with satisfaction, feeling that Garrosh in this world would definitely be able to become a glorious orc warrior, and he would definitely be able to change his tragic fate.

Izzy returned to the workshop and continued to use the Storm Dragon's materials to craft equipment, and after a hearty outburst, Izzy felt like he was able to calm down.

Regardless of whether Nefarian's grandson succeeds in obtaining the artifact or not, it is useless to be in a hurry, he will always come back, and if he fails and a dragon runs back, Izzy will no longer play games with him pretending to be controlled by the mind, and he will turn the poor son of the Black Dragon King into pieces of equipment.

Another three days passed.

"Chief, they're back, Dragonroar Dragoons, they're back!"

Izzy, who was making dragon bone scale armor, heard the good news, and hurried out of the workshop and climbed the tower, he looked like the north, and it was indeed the dragon roaring dragoons.

Izzy fixed his gaze on the Vision, and at the foreground was the Flying Dragon of the Necruz Skullclender, holding a rope that looked like a ray of light, dragging a red behemoth towards the war camp.

It was a very special red-scaled dragon, almost twice the size of the storm dragon that Izzy had defeated, the red dragon scales were like countless glittering rubies, and the gold ornaments worn by the dragon made this huge creature give people an inexplicable beauty, but the eyes of this beautiful dragon were now burning with anger like the blazing sun.

But that wasn't the end of it, as Izzy's vision could see three smaller red-scaled dragons farther behind, looking angry but afraid to get closer.

As soon as they flew a little closer, Necrus at the front raised his hand and swung a whip of light at the beautiful red dragon.

The red dragon's beautiful jeweled dragon scales were like papier-mâché, and the flesh was torn open by the golden light whip, and the beautiful red dragon let out an unbearable roar of pain, and immediately retreated three feet in shock.

"Aim the steel cannon at the target, load me with the wire bondage bullets against the big behemoths, quick!"

Izzy issued a loud order, although he had already ordered people to be prepared, but the situation was still a little unexpected for him, the dragons were coming, and I was afraid that there would be a fierce battle later.

As the dragon approached, the war camp fell silent, and the orc warriors held their breath nervously, it was the first time they had seen such a huge creature, even Margolon, an ancient-level destroyer of Draenor, was not as good as the giant beast in front of them.

Necruz dragged the red dragon to land in the Sunshine Plaza, Izzy looked at his proud expression, and felt a burst of disdain, but those are not important, the important thing is that Izzy saw that Necruz was holding a golden metal disc in his right hand, whether it was the rope that bound the red dragon, or the whip that whipped the red dragon, it was the magical power of the golden disc.

Izzy stepped forward and asked, "You did a good job, Necruz, where did Nefarios go?"

"Great Chief, Nefarios was killed by those hateful reptiles behind me, I watched him and that precious flying dragon fall into the jungle with my own eyes, please avenge him!"

"I see, I'll avenge him, is this big reptile safe now?"

"Absolutely safe!" As he spoke, Necrus pulled out a golden flaming whip from the golden disc and slammed it at the red dragon, causing the beautiful red dragon to let out a painful roar.

"That's enough, see it as precious as the Flying Demon Dragon, don't kill it, don't let it get out of hand, I'll deal with the other reptiles. ”

As he spoke, Izzy walked back to the gate tower, looked up at the three red dragons suspended in the air with flapping wings, and shouted in a lingua franca:

"I don't care if you understand it or not, I'll just say it once, land on the ground, give up resistance, and be captured, or I'll dismember the female red dragon inside into thousands of pieces, so that you can only see the traces of her existence on our equipment in the future. ”

As he spoke, Izzy also took out a dragon bone with scale armor from the Storm Dragon, confirming how true his words were.

"Roar!"

The red-dragon, who looked the oldest in the sky, let out an earth-shattering roar of rage, and spoke with that dragon's mouth:

"Presumptuous!"

"Mortals, you have no idea what you are doing, that evil artifact is beyond your control, and if you free my mate now, I can guarantee that you will at least not suffer the tragic fate of being consumed by the flames and reduced to ashes. ”

Izzy thought for a moment, summoned an arcane trumpet, and shouted, "Necruz, I want to hear its cry of pain!"

As soon as Izzy's words fell, a miserable roar came from the Sunshine Plaza, and the three-day dragon in the sky was shocked, and it was very humane to reveal a monster-like expression of grief.

Izzy's eyes flashed, and he took advantage of the moment of their distraction to shout, "Fire!"