"Gromash betrayed the Horde?"

Izzy couldn't help but have such a terrible question in his heart, but he instantly rejected this ridiculous idea, and instead showed a bright smile.

His elemental perception ability Gromash knows, and this skill of his is not a secret among the chiefs of various clans, so if these ambushed axe men are absolutely impossible for him to arrange, it is no different from death.

So since it's not him, then these orc swordsmen and axes can only be the enemies lurking in the tribe, Izzy was still worried about how to get them out ten minutes ago, but I didn't expect them to take the initiative to send them to the door now!

I was really sleepy and saw the pillow.

However, it has to be said that this ambush is really quite insidious, whether it is the accident of the Great Chief of the Tribe Izzy in the residence of the Warsong Clan, or the accident of the Warsong Chief who was seriously injured and bedridden after he met with Grommash, the tribe will definitely fall apart because of this terrible incident.

"I see, it's really a perfect conspiracy, as long as you ignore the premise that this conspiracy is impossible to achieve!"

Izzy sneered, and said to Garrosh:

"Garrosh, get ready to fight! Remember to grab a few live mouths, and don't worry, it shouldn't be from your Warsong Clan. ”

Hearing Izzy's words, Garrosh was stunned for a moment, but still took out his two battle axes, while Izzy walked to the door of the house where the ambush was hidden, knocked lightly, and whispered in a low voice:

"I'm a liaison sent by Lord Gul'dan, and the situation has changed, and there are new plans. ”

As soon as Izzy's words fell, he sensed that the people in the room had stopped all the movements at hand, walked cautiously to the door, and whispered through the door, "What are the new plans of Lord Gul'dan?"

Izzy grinned and kicked the door, and the orc behind the door was immediately slapped in the face by the crushed door, but it wasn't over, only to see a black claw, stabbing through the thick door panel, and a claw choked the orc's neck.

The thick door panel was torn apart, and Izzy grabbed the orc, threw it out, and smashed it on the other orc warrior who hadn't reacted yet.

The house was divided into two floors, with about ten orcs on the first floor and twelve on the second floor.

He subdued the two of them in an instant, and it was only then that the orc warriors reacted violently, and they saw Izzy's face and realized that he was the target of the operation.

Those orc warriors roared in unison, and their normal brown skin instantly turned into a bright red strange complexion, and their eyes, which originally seemed normal, also exuded a tyrannical red light.

Izzy's heart sank: "Evil orcs who can disguise themselves as ordinary orcs!

Despite the doubts in his heart, the movements of Izzy's hands and feet did not stop, and before the two orcs could complete their transformation, they saw a black iron claw the size of a millstone heading straight for their front door.

Izzy grabbed the heads of the two orcs and slammed them against the wall, drawing two green "brain flowers" on the wall. ”

Garrosh followed him into the room, and he looked at the orcs with a look of surprise, apparently the first time he had seen them.

However, the color of surprise only appeared on his face for a short moment, and those surprises all turned into anger, he also belonged to the more intelligent category of orcs, and naturally he also instantly understood the despicable tricks of these evil orcs to carry out ups and downs in the place where Warsong lived.

For these guys who want to split the tribe and engage in intrigues in his Warsong clan, he just wants to dismantle them to pieces!

Just as Izzy was about to kill the next orc, he saw a cold lightning flash through the orc's neck, and Garrosh roared angrily and cut off the orc's head, and he swung his axe and killed it in a fit of rage.

Two storm axes, like real lightning, leaped around the necks and waists of those orcs, and Izzy had just finished off the other orcs who were fighting him, and the other orcs on the first floor of the house had all died tragically under the storm tomahawks of Garrosh.

Garrosh disgustingly wiped the green evil blood splattered on his body, and walked to the second floor with an angry face, Izzy's face changed greatly, realizing that he had lost his cool because of anger, and hurriedly followed.

Izzy sensed the movements of the orcs upstairs, holding some kind of weapon flat, and through that familiar posture, Izzy was horrified to find that it was most likely the steel cannon of the tribe.

Garrosh ascended the stairs of the second floor, and was greeted by a curtain of animal skins, which he had just about to step up to and swing his tomahawk to cut.

Izzy suddenly strode up to him, only to see him cross his paws to protect his head and body, and the skin outside his body quickly crystallized, as if he was covered with a layer of crystalline armor.

"Click!

The familiar sound of striking iron and gunfire rang out, and Garrosh watched with tears in his eyes as the flame meteor, which was difficult to catch with the naked eye, struck Izzy in front of him.

Izzy was shaken, and flew backwards violently, crashing into Garrosh's body, Garrosh hurriedly caught Izzy, looking at his front body full of cracks, like broken porcelain, and under those broken crystalline armor, flesh and blood were rotten, and it looked terrifying.

"What are you looking at? me! Kill me!"

With a scolding of rage, Izzy jumped out of Garrosh's arms and murderously slashed at the orcs who were about to reload.

Garrosh was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and with an expression that he didn't know what to say, he hurriedly followed Izzy and joined the battle.

The orcs on the second floor were quickly cleared out by the two of them with their superb killing skills, and the guards of the Warsong Clan also arrived at the scene at this time, and they watched as Izzy and Garrosh walked out of the room full of severed arms and stumps, and their faces were immediately filled with a look of surprise.

Carrying the two unconscious orcs, Izzy spoke, "These are Gul'dan's lackeys! I must go to your chieftain Gromash at once, and get out of my way!"

"I'm right here. Gromache's voice came from behind, he was covered in bandages and looked like a mummy, but he still used the blood roar as a crutch, and he forced himself over and asked, "What is the situation?"

Izzy laughed, "Gul'dan's orcs, appear outside your abode, ready to ambush me...... Or ambush you!"

Grommash listened to Izzy's words, and after a slight recollection, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was clearly aware of how sinister this despicable ambush was.