Little Izzy!Little Izzy!Come, come here, Izzy rushed into Leah's arms, feeling the familiar warmth, and his heart was full of happiness.

This moment was so beautiful, he wished that time could stop in this moment, and suddenly, Izzy hugged an empty space, and Leah dissipated around Izzy like sand blown away by the wind.

War drums began to sound all around, and Izzy stood in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by green-skinned orcs, who were charging ahead, and Izzy looked, it was Tymor!

Izzy stretched out his right hand to stop his fellow orcs from inflicting atrocities on unarmed women, children, and even babies!

Suddenly, Izzy noticed his right hand, which was no longer his familiar brown skin, but a sickly green.

Looking down at a puddle of water, his face was reflected on the water, it was a monster, the four sharp canine teeth in the jaw almost broke through the sky, and the most conspicuous thing on the fierce green face was the pair of scarlet eyes, which were full of tyranny and cruelty.

The monster in the water suddenly said to him:

"You've failed!"

As he spoke, he saw the figure in the water pierce Leah's thin body with a sword.

"No!!," Izzy woke up.

"Oh!" Izzy slowed down and looked around.

"What is this place?" Izzy looked around in confusion, he was in a tent.

Feeling very thirsty, he went out and saw Rantreso sitting in front of the campfire roasting meat.

"Where are we?" said Izzy, in a hoarse voice.

Randreso handed him a water bag, and he quickly gulped it down.

"We're already in the Frostwolf Clan. ”

"Huh?" Izzy looked around, their tent was within a walled city, and in the distance, many orcs dressed in animal skins were busy.

Izzy saw three orcs approaching, two tall and one short.

As he got closer, Izzy recognized two of them, Galad and Durotan, the chiefs of the Frostwolf Clan, and an orc he hadn't seen before.

Seeing that Izzy was awake, Durotan rushed over, patted Izzy on the shoulder, and said:

"Yo, my friend, how are you feeling when you wake up. ”

Izzy smiled and said happily, "I feel great, you don't know, I have escaped death several times before I finally found your clan." ”

"Haha, you're lucky, we happened to be hunting near the Devourer's lair, and when we heard the movement, your campfire was like a light in the night, leading us over. ”

Izzy realizes that the Devourer must be the molten worm he is talking about, and Izzy goes weak at the thought of that scene.

"Durotan, come back!" Garrad said suddenly.

Durotan returned to Chief Garrad.

"Wandering Exile, I know who you are, your half-orc companion told me, Son of Yushuro, Rolling Stone, that you are here to find the Frostwolf Clan, right?

Izzy hurriedly bowed and saluted, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, honorable Frostwolf Clan Chief, I have also seen you, just last year's autumn Keshhag Festival, I came to the Frostwolf Clan to follow the wishes of my shamanic mentor, to visit various clans, to learn the knowledge of shaman sacrifices, we are here from the Blackstone Clan, there was some accident on the way, thank you for your help, we did not let us die in the harsh wilderness." ”

"It doesn't matter, if it's an exile who has nothing to do with us, we don't care if they live or die, but if you're my son's friend and have something to do with the Frostwolf Clan, I don't mind reaching out and pulling you along. ”

"Thank you for your sentiments. ”

"You need to see our clan's shaman, come with me. As he spoke, he wanted to go back.

"Wait a minute, I'll go back to the tent and take the token that my mentor gave me. ”

When Izzy returned inside, he saw a pile of his personal belongings, such as the Great Sword of the Enemy, the Broadsword, the Small Shield, the Small Shovel, the Battle Axe of the Demon Slayer Guard, a bag of fire-making equipment, and an iron-edged book, and he was glad that he had all these relatively important things with him, or they would have been eaten by the Devourer.

Izzy picked up the iron-edged book and the tomahawk, and suddenly found that there were three scratches on the iron-edged book, and Izzy was distressed to see it.

He turned around and walked out of the tent.

The orc, who didn't know him, saw that Izzy actually wanted to go to the clan's shaman with a weapon, and immediately said in a loud voice:

"Do you exiles still have to bring weapons with you when you meet the chief shamans of other clans?"

"Janar!" Garrard called out his son's name with some sternness, but said nothing else.

Izzy laughed when he heard this, and quickly explained: "I'm sorry for misunderstanding, this battle axe won't be on my body to meet the chief shaman of the nobles."

So saying, Izzy walked towards Durotan, smiled and handed him the axe, and said with a smile:

"Now, this is for you, Ogrimmar told me that when you saw his new weapon, you drooled with envy, haha!"

Durotan was a little surprised and overwhelmed.

"Uh, for me?

"Don't be, when I was still in the Fireblade Clan, I made it for you, a total of three, and one in the hands of my younger brother who was still in the Fireblade Clan, I originally wanted to give it to you on the Kshhag Festival this spring, but who expected something to happen. ”

Seeing that Durotan was still hesitating, Izzy stuffed it directly into his hand and said in a loud voice:

"Even that stupid big man of the Blackstone Clan, Orgrimmar, accepted my kindness, why is the cub of the frost wolf so hypocritical?"

Still at a loss, Durotan took the axe with the frostwolf mark and looked at his father.

"Haha, this can't be regarded as not heard, Durotan accept it, since you dare to break the tradition, then you should be prepared, such a thing will happen, remember the kindness of your friends in your heart, and repay it in the future." ”

Durotan took the hammer axe, his eyes lit up, he had seen Orgrimmar's axe, it was exactly the same as this one, except that the clan mark on it had changed.

He held it in one hand and waved it twice, the air screaming, and Durotan was simply overjoyed.

"Thank you, Izzy, it's a good axe, and I'll use him well. ”

Janar's face on one side was much better, and his senses for the outsider changed.

Several people began to walk towards the interior of the clan camp.

Gallard suddenly asked Izzy:

"How did the son of Yushuluo, the leader of the Sword Saint of the Fireblade Clan, a student of the Chief Shaman, and a prodigy who once relieved the crisis of the clan and obtained the title, suddenly become an exile?"

Izzy sighed and slowly told them the old things.

Several people were indignant when they heard this.

"Dahl, that bitch, doesn't deserve to be an orc, how did he become a chief?" said Janar suddenly.

"Jarnar! Shut up!" Garrad blamed his son.

As they spoke, the few of them had reached the door of the largest house in the middle of the camp.

Izzy followed them inside, and Galada was talking to an older female orc.

But in a few moments the old woman came over and said to Izzy with a smile on her face:

"You're Artur's old fellow's student, aren't you? I'm the chief shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, Kashur."

As he took out the tin book given to him by Mentor Artur and presented it to the old woman, Izzy said:

"Yes, Dear Elder, I am following the teachings of my mentor in the hope of being able to learn the shamanic knowledge of the various clans, and I am willing to make a contribution in exchange for this. ”

"Very good, the knowledge of our clan is not as easy to obtain as the Blackstone Clan, you have to be mentally prepared. ”

"Dear Elders, I am willing to face any challenge. ”

Garrard spoke, "Our clan lives in the harshest environment in the world, but with our strong will and blood connection, we have fought for a place to survive in this land. ”

"Child, although you are my son's friend, we don't have the extra resources to provide you, but for the sake of you giving away the precious metal weapon first, we are willing to wait for your injuries to heal before letting you get what you need to survive. ”

Izzy pinched the bandaged, healed hands, moved his heart to transfer the spirit fossil skin to his palms, tried again, felt it again, and felt the ankle that had been treated by shamanic spells, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

"Honorable Chief, I feel that I can already take part in the hunt and obtain the material to support myself, thank you for your kindness, but I am ready to face my trials. ”

With an appreciative look, Garad glanced at Izzy and said loudly:

"Janar, teach this brave boy how to survive in the harsh winter for the past two days, and go on a hunt two days later. ”

"No problem, father. ”

Janar turned to Izzy and said:

"Boy, although I admire your spirit, I am also happy to temper him into scum, are you ready?"

Izzy smiled, he liked this Durotan second brother, just like in the game, he was an upright and direct orc, and said loudly:

"Although I am not experienced in a hundred battles, I have also experienced the test of nine deaths and life several times, what tricks do you have, just let the horse come!"

"Hey, hey, there's a kind of you, I'm getting more and more optimistic about you, little one. ”

Over the next few days, Izzy and Rantreso undergo training, learning how to track their prey in the snow and ice, and how to save themselves in danger.

Izzy originally thought that Lanteriso's status as a half-orc would be condemned, but the truth is that in the cruel living environment, everyone is equal, no one cares if you have multiple hooves or something, and when it is time to freeze to death, you will have to die even if you have three heads and six arms.

Izzy took out his enemy-devouring greatsword and maintained it, and the greatsword had begun to undergo some changes, which made Izzy a little creepy.

There were more blood-red cracks that had been densely packed, making the entire sword murderous, and the shape of the sword's gauntlet had changed, becoming like some kind of creature growing a few sharp teeth in the direction of the blade, and Izzy could even see the gauntlet retract a small eye made of blood.

In fact, even the length of the sword seems to have increased slightly.

Izzy held his sword in both hands, closed his eyes and felt it, and he heard the illusion that it was usually a voice again.

"More, I'm hungry for more!"

Izzy opened his eyes, glared at his big sword angrily, and whispered: "I'll let you eat, you only have what you can eat, if you don't let you eat, just hold it for me, otherwise he will melt you into an axe that day." ”

Izzy felt the slight vibration of the shuriken hilt, as if some kind of anger, and he asked himself more and more, what had he done in the first place?

Putting his sword into the sheath, he sensed that someone was coming, it was Durotan and his second brother Janar.

As he got closer, Izzy heard what Durotan was saying.

"Really, second brother, Izzy is definitely the most powerful culinary master among all orcs, this year's Keshhag Festival, I didn't eat the flower chicken he made, I regret it for a long time, this time it's okay, others are here, we can eat as much as we want." ”

"Thinking of Ogrimmar's disgusting expression at the Kshhag Festival, I was angry, he was happy, Izzy lived in the Blackstone clan and opened a small stove for him every day, and now we have a mouthful. ”

So saying, they went into their tent at Izzy, and said in a loud voice:

"Izzy, I brought a few wind sparrows, I haven't tasted your flower chicken for a long time, come and show your hands today and show my second brother?"

Izzy's face was crooked, and he said loudly: "Meaningless, it's a pity that the spices in my luggage are gone, otherwise you would have swallowed your tongue." ”

Durotan looked at Izzy with a few wind sparrows in one hand and bottles of spices in the other, and Izzy smiled too.

"Call the flower chicken!