It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! The moment Izzy regained consciousness, he immediately felt a sharp pain like a splitting headache.

When I opened my eyes, the familiar brown roof came into view, and I turned my perspective to see a strong middle-aged orc sitting next to him, holding his left hand with one hand and sleeping with his head down.

Izzy felt the temperature coming from his left hand and squeezed it hard, and the middle-aged orc immediately looked up and woke up.

"Izzy, my child, are you awake, how are you feeling?" said Yushuro when he opened his eyes and saw that Izzy had awakened, and he was both happy and excited.

Izzy looked at his orc father, his current expression he had never seen before, Yushuro was usually either stern or expressionless, even if he laughed, it was not obvious, and at this time, the real caring look made Izzy feel very warm in his heart, this expression he had seen before, when he was on Earth, when he was seriously ill for the first time, his parents also looked at him like this.

"It's okay, I don't feel anything other than a little pain in my head, Daddy. Izzy replied in a low voice.

Yushuro breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his child woke up, he was relieved, patted his son's little hand, Yushuro took out a plate of barbecue and a water bag, put it aside, told Izzy that he went to ask Shaman Artur to come and take a look, and left the tent.

Izzy couldn't think well at this time because of the headache, he just got up hard, grabbed the barbecue and ate it, his head was wrapped in bandages, which made him very uncomfortable, he didn't think about why he didn't use healing spells to help himself recover this kind of problem, because the orc's point of view is that as long as it is not a matter of life and death, the body's self-recovery can improve its own recovery ability, and the broken bones will be stronger after recovery.

It didn't take long for Shaman Artur to arrive, he had already checked the injuries and handed a bunch of herbs to Yushuro for him to cook for Izzy to drink tomorrow, and he should be cured after drinking them all.

Shaman Artur squatted down and said to Ich: "Little Ichie, you can rest well these days, you don't need to read those ugly books, I couldn't read them back then, you still watch with relish, and when your injuries are healed, we should be able to participate in the Kelshhag Festival." “

Izzy nodded, and got up to see his mentor off.

Only Izzy and Yushuro were left in the tent, as well as the sleeping Kokana.

Yushuro motioned for Izzy to lie down and rest, and Izzy opened his mouth and said to Yushuro:

"Daddy, is Lanteriso alright? Where is he now?"

It seemed that the mention of Lanteriso made Yushuro a little unhappy, and he snorted angrily, "Say: That reckless boy is resting in his tent now, he has not been seriously injured like you, and he has also failed the task assigned to him by the clan!"

Izzy continued, "Daddy, did you know that he had a feud with Margolon?"

At the mention of Margolon, Yushuro remembered something, sighed under his breath, and motioned for Izzy to sit down. Yushuro began to slowly tell a story:

It was a terrible rainstorm day, and our clan's hunting party was lost tracking down a herd of split-hoofed cattle, when your grandfather, Retal Sawblade, led the hunting party into an abandoned camp in the Talador Forest to spend the night, where I was a young man.

We noticed the anomaly during the night, when there was no sound of wild beasts in the woods except for the sound of rain, and your grandfather immediately ordered everyone to put out the campfire and put it on guard, and then we heard it.

The Destroyer Komok, the Margolon you see today.

The Margolon was destroying a Draenei house on a cliff, and we noticed the huge body of the Margolon by the flash of lightning, and all of us were trembling with fear, and your grandfather gave us the order to stop where we were, and to avoid the threat, and rushed out, and we waited for a long time, and then your grandfather walked back to the camp with a young orc child in his arms, and the child was Lanteriso.

We grew up together, hunted together, and settled down in our clan, and I didn't know why your grandfather would want to take in an orc child, but he was obviously familiar with the environment, and he told me the story before your grandfather died.

"Lanteriso is the son of a brother and sister of your grandfather. ”

Your grandfather's comrade-in-arms is named Netweed, a good orc hunter in the Fireblade Clan, he lost his trace in an encounter with the ogre team, and your grandfather thought he was dead at the time, but in reality, he was captured by the ogre and was about to be thrown into the gladiatorial arena as a slave, and in the ogre's prison, Netweed met a female Delaney.

Layla, the thin female Draenei, seems to possess the most perfect spiritual virtue in the eyes of traditional orcs, in her not strong body, there is a silent and unyielding, unbending steel spirit, even if she has a different language, but the resolute performance still completely conquers Netved's heart.

They were placed in the same gladiatorial arena, fighting all kinds of enemies, sometimes fierce beasts, sometimes slave gladiators of other gladiatorial arenas, in that environment, they fought side by side, lived and died together for several winters, fighting for life and death during the day, and only relying on each other at night, licking each other's injuries, soothing each other's hearts,

And time can erase everything, they slowly become familiar with each other's language, and slowly have feelings for each other, the difference in race can't stop the two, maybe the next day may die The intelligent life has a good impression of each other.

After a decade-long struggle for life and death, one day the Draenei rangers finally came to rescue their compatriots, and Layla also rescued Netweed, at this time they seemed to be inseparable from each other, let alone separate, so the orcs and the Draenei lived in seclusion, living their lives on that cliff, not recognized by both races, but extremely happy, and even had a common heir.

Later, Netved secretly returned to Havalo, recounting his experiences to his brother-in-arms, and Rethal was amazed and overwhelmed by the bizarre story, but in the end blessed his brother, and he even had the opportunity to visit their home on the cliff.

And then you know, the Destroyer Kommok ruined it all, and the only one who survived was Lanteriso hiding in the ruins, and as a young boy, he watched his parents be chewed flesh and swallowed by the Margolon.

Izzy was amazed to hear the story, a story that had never been heard before in a Warcraft game, and it was so powerful.

At this time, he somewhat understood Rantreso's anger at that time, not everyone who saw his enemy who killed his father and mother could stay calm.

Izzy got up and said he wanted to see what was going on with Rantreso, but Yushuro was still very worried about Izzy's health.

Izzy smiled and bent his arm, showing his biceps, and Yushuro had to laugh and scold him.

Izzy walked outside Lanteriso's tent and stopped, and to be honest, he didn't know what to say when he got inside.

"Who's out there?" said Randreso's voice from inside the tent.

Izzy replied, "It's me!"

The rudimentary tent was quickly lifted, and Lanteriso looked at the young orc in front of him with a grateful expression on his face.

"Thanks to the protection of the ancestral spirits, are you awake?

Izzy smiled, flexing his arms to show off his biceps.

Randreso also laughed, and then suddenly said guiltily:

"I'm sorry! The desire for revenge at that time took control of me, made me lose control, and made a reckless idiotic move. ”

"yes, you were blushing like a hippopotamus's ass. ”

Without waiting for the angry Randreso to retort, Izzy suddenly said:

"I heard my father tell you a story, and you crave revenge, right?"

The abrupt change in topic left Randreso silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Do you feel about your own behavior that day?"

Izzy continued.

"I did something stupid, I threatened the safety of my companions, and finally shamefully let my friend be seriously injured because of my actions. ”

Lantreso replied without thinking:

"Then this thing is easy to do, you know that you are doing something stupid, we can slowly plan to kill that Margolon, both to eradicate the threat against the clan and to complete revenge for you, what do you think of this idea?"

Was Lanteriso really stunned this time, a nine-year-old kid who told him that he wanted to kill a magoron?

Ignoring Rantreso's reaction, Izzy continued:

"No matter how powerful a creature is, it always has its weaknesses, it always has to rest, eat, excrete, master everything about it, the environment, habits, the main food, we can find flaws in it, and the final blow will be fatal. ”

Lanteriso came back to his senses and immediately said:

"How?"

Izzy smiled:

"It's up to you, you have to watch the Margolon day and night, and not see him and blush, and smash your own knife like a fool, and when that day is sure that it will be a fatal blow to him, he is doomed to die. ”

Randreso thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this solution was feasible, and whispered to Izzy and said sincerely: Thank you, my friend!"

Izzy waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me, as long as you don't smile at me like that in the future."

Lanteriso bowed his head and grinned cheaply: "So?

"I'll blow you in the face someday!" Izzy roared.

In the chief's tent, they exchanged solemnly, and they knew the bad news.

Not far from the clan, there is a Margolon and an Ancestral Thorn Beast, they may be fighting for territory, or they may be simply encountered, but this makes no difference to them, no matter which one, when they come to the clan camp, the clan will be devastated.

Now they need to make a choice, a choice to make in order to survive.

"Do we have any other camps to move to?" Chief Dahl asked the elder Artur Shaman.

"No, this is the last hidden camp of the clan, and the rest of the place is either uninhabitable due to natural disasters or overrun by hordes of beasts or ogres. Shaman Artur replied to the chief's question with great pain.

"We might be able to kill them when they're both defeated. Yushuro suggested.

It was a difficult decision to fall into silence, and no one was in charge.

Artur Shaman thought for a moment and said, "We can't be sure that the level of injury of the giant beast, even if it is an injured giant beast, is not so easy to mess with. ”

"So we're just going to sit here and wait for the monsters to tear our families apart and eat their flesh?" Chief Dahl roared angrily.

Having seen the Margolon face to face, Izzy also attended the meeting and needed him to recount what he had seen and heard.

Iki pulled Rantrizo's dress, which stood aside, and Randriso listened with his head down, and then stood in front of the stage and told the chief that he had something to say.

Chief Dahl looked at Lanteriso in disgust, and said nothing, until Yushuro signaled that he had something to say.

We can send a number of warriors to take turns watching the movements of these two giant beasts from a distance, and once they are heading in the direction of the clan, they can immediately light beacon fires to warn our people to enter the caves of the nearby mountains and avoid danger in advance.

Yushuro and Artur Shaman both looked at Lantreso appreciatively and nodded, believing that this was the best way to do it at the moment.

But Chief Dahl looked at Randreso with even more disgust, as if he were looking at a pile of filthy excrement.

Rantreso suddenly added, "I'm willing to join this team as a scout!"

I don't know if this sentence worked, but Chief Dahl agreed with the idea and immediately arranged it.

As everyone left the tent, Izzy suddenly pulled Lantreso aside, looked around, and whispered to him:

"Rantreso, I think you'd better be careful, did you see the way Chief Dahl looked at you, even if he stabbed you in the back on the battlefield that day, I have no doubt!"

Randreso smiled and whispered, "Don't worry, my friend, it's always been like this, I know it in my heart. ”

Seeing Rantreso's clear eyes, Izzy knew that he had been prepared, so he didn't say anything, but added a little more.

"Remember to have the other team record the habits of the Primordial Beast, and if you can, it's best to kill that giant beast as well. ”

Randriso was once again dumbfounded by little Izzy's thoughts, one magoron was not enough, he wanted to kill both giant beasts, was this really a nine-year-old child?

Lately, Randreso has been asking such questions in his mind.

After three days of peace and sound, the two teams reported back the two beasts one after another, and Lanteriso returned to the clan camp at night to tell Izzy about the information they had gathered.

First of all, these two beasts are indeed fighting for territory, they will patrol their territory every day, meet almost near noon, and then fight, but neither side can deal a serious blow to the other, so their struggle is almost endless.

They would fight for several hours until the tired side withdrew, and then both sides retreated to their territory on their own, hunting to fill their stomachs.

Margolon would run to a huge cave to catch some kind of underground creature to fill her stomach (the orc warriors did not dare to follow) and return to her lair to rest.

Margolon's lair is located in a downward-flowing funnel terrain, a large low-lying volcanic cavern with clean water and a strong acid lake polluted by volcanic toxins, and a pool full of burning black viscous liquid, surrounded by huge peaks or rocks.

And the record of the Ancestral Thorn Beast is simple, the Ancestor Thorn Beast lives in dense forests, feeds on all kinds of fruits and leaves, his territory is the whole forest, except for fighting with Margolon, he never leaves the jungle, and always inhabits a river that runs through the jungle.

Izzy looked at the information, thinking about the environment he could use, and he already had a few ideas in his mind, but he was still going to follow the scout team to the scene tomorrow to see if it was decided.

Back in the tent, Yushuro had just wiped down Kokana, and Izzy had never seen Yushuro take a shower, but he didn't know why he always helped Kirkana clean up.

Izzy sat by the campfire, cut a few pieces of roast meat with a knife and wrapped them in vegetables, swallowed it hard, he ate it every day, he always wanted to change the taste, other orcs ate like this, it felt like the northeasterners eat pasta, but he couldn't get used to this way of eating.

Izzy was full, and sat down beside Yushuro as usual, and told him what he was going to do for tomorrow, just as he had said he had gone out to play.

As soon as Yushuro heard Izzy say that he wanted to go out with the scout team tomorrow, his face turned dark, and he said loudly: "The injury on your head has not healed yet, do you go out with the scout team and drag people down?"

Izzy quickly explained, "Rantreso wants to kill that magron, I have to go and help him look at the environment, see what kind of environment can help him kill that magron." ”

You Shuluo obviously didn't believe it, and said directly: "Little brat, don't make trouble with adults, don't think about going tomorrow!"

Izzy was also a little helpless: "If you don't believe it, you can ask Randreso, I told him the idea of the scouts, just so that he can observe the Margolon and prepare for revenge." ”

You Shuluo still stubbornly said: "No, I don't agree, needless to say, your task is to take care of your injuries, and then when the festival comes, go to the Woshugu Holy Mountain to hold a ceremony, in the near future, you give me a little honesty!"

"Hey!" Izzy sighed, he knew that it was useless for him to say anything, forget it, anyway, he had a way to run out tomorrow.