Lanteriso's long-handled sword slashed against Izzy's round shield with a deafening metallic crash, sending a spark as they sparred.

At this time, Izzy only defended and did not attack, constantly defending against Rantreso's attacks.

Rantreso was in a very depressed mood right now, and whatever weapon Izzy used, it made him uncomfortable.

The sword is fast and slow, explosive, and the shield is hard and hard like a turtle, invulnerable, in fact, he thinks that Izzy is much more disgusting with a shield than with a sword.

He couldn't shake Izzy's defenses at all, and if he himself didn't pay attention and swung his knife with all his might, he would be caught in the flaw and hit him backhand, just like now.

The shield suddenly met the long-handled sword, and the dull metal clash exploded, and Izzy flicked Lanteriso's knife open, leaving him empty.

Izzy took a stick in his left hand, leaving a little white dye on the heart of Lantriso's chest.

It's a ridiculous fact that despite his penchant for using greatswords, his physical habits and skills are better suited to swords and shields, which can help him bring the rhythm of battle to his advantage.

The skill of starting the next plate is simply born for the shield, coupled with the customary right hand to make the shield, his defense is not leaky, Izzy probably understands the essentials of the sword and shield weapon, it is very simple, just eight words, not moving like a mountain, moving like thunder.

Stopping the sparring, Rantreso returned to the tent to rest with a look of eating flies, while Izzy smiled and unbuckled his shield with his left hand.

With his shield behind his back, Izzy drew his Enemy Eater scimitar, looked at the brown eyes reflected in the black blade, sighed, and sighed:

"Is this the collision of reality and ideals? ”

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Izzy felt that he was almost ready, and he was going to go to the Lady of Cashur first, and then go to say goodbye to Garrad.

Walking to the tent, Izzy shouted in advance:

"Patriarch Kashur, I'm Nagnoszic ▪, and I have something I want to discuss with you. ”

"Come in, kid. ”

Izzy lifted the tent curtain, and Mother Kashur and Drektar sat on the blanket, presumably practicing shamanic spells.

Izzy made his intentions known and took on the form of a wolf spirit, hoping that the Patriarch of Kashur would recognize that she had completed the test.

"Your animal companion hasn't been found yet, and traditionally doesn't mean you're done with the test, but I know you have a better partner, and that strange elemental palm is a gift from an elemental spirit. ”

Izzy thought about it for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "That's the incarnation of the Heart of the Volcanic Range of Rondel, he's my friend, and he lent me this incarnation when I left the Fireblade Clan. ”

Patriarch Kashur and Drektar immediately looked surprised, but after a moment, their surprise turned to admiration.

"Little Izzy, I agree that you have completed my test, and it is a hundred times harder to be friends with a powerful mountain heart than it is to find an animal companion. ”

Patriarch Cashur motioned for Izzy to sit down, and said:

"Child, I don't quite understand why you are so eager to complete the tests of various clans, the tasks given to you by your mentor Artur, you can complete them slowly, I estimate that according to his own wishes, when you have almost completed the shaman tests of several big clans, you are also just an adult, you can return to the clan, if nothing else, you will inherit the position of the chief shaman of the Fireblade Clan. ”

Izzy was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to explain it, so he had to use the old way.

"Patriarch Cashur, I was blessed by the Elemental Fury when I was born, and the price of this blessing is that I have an important mission to complete, I don't know what it is, but I have a hunch that it may affect the entire orc race, and that matter is gradually approaching, so time is really very tight for me, please forgive me. ”

With a look of sudden realization, Patriarch Kashur nodded, and said to Izzy:

"In that case, then I have no doubts, may the elemental spirits bless you, my child. ”

Izzy bowed and exited the tent.

"Drektar, in the near future, I will be reunited with my ancestors, and you will succeed me at that time, remember what I said today. ”

Drektar looked at Patriarch Kashur with a serious expression and nodded vigorously.

"I also have a hunch that this child's future decision will be very important, and at that time, you must make the right choice for the benefit of the clan, okay?"

"I promise you that when the time comes, I will try my best to make the right choice, my mentor. ”

Mother Kashur smiled with relief.

At this time, Izzy had already made it clear to Galad that he was coming, and although Garad had a regretful expression on his face, he did not stop Izzy, and the two of them would start their journey again with one hand early tomorrow morning.

As the frostwolf roared and woke up, every time Izzy heard this unique howl, he had all sorts of strange thoughts, and the frostwolf orcs actually raised wolves out of the habit of chickens.

Packing their bags and taking Lava's hand, Izzy and Lantreso walked to the gates of the Frostwolf Clan, where the Garrads were there, as well as the Casshur Mother and Drektar.

With a reluctant expression, Durotan said to Izzy, "You can't help but go." ”

Izzy smiled and patted Durotan on the shoulder and said to him, "Son of the Frost Wolf, don't be so sentimental, we will see you again in the future."

"You're gone, where am I going to eat such delicious food? ”

Izzy listened, and his left hand pinched Durotan's shoulder muscles, angry.

"Your sister, a foodie, knows how to eat!"

The two fought for a while, shook hands vigorously, tears lingered in the corners of their eyes, and said to each other: "Take care!"

Izzy and Lantreso said goodbye to each of them, mounted the lava hand, and prepared to go.

Finally Lanteriso looked at Janar, nodded to him, and the lava hand headed away in the direction of the rising sun.

The weather was clear, and after the snow melted, some muddy roads were much easier for the Lava Hand than snow, and Izzy, who was more familiar with Frostfire Ridge, led the way, and it didn't take long for him to reach the lava river in the distance.

The two of them looked at the lava river that almost became the place where they were buried, and sighed.

"Pity my two-headed dragon egg, I knew I could still taste it if I ate it. Rantreso suddenly burst out of the crack, and Izzy wanted to kick him down.

Because of the ease of the road and the familiarity they were with the route of Frostfire Ridge, it took them a day to reach the cave where they had rested for the night, where Izzy remembered that he had gone on a killing spree.

The temperature was not so cold now, so Izzy and the others did not spend the night in that cave, but found a wooded camp and Izzy looked at the map, studying how to get there.

The initial plan was to go to Nagrand to find the Warsong Clan, and they would first return to the Talado Forest, and then take the road to the Nagrand Meadows, and then the main event would come.

They need to look for the Warsong Clan in the Nagrand steppes like a needle in a haystack.

It is hard to imagine that the Warsong Clan, which is second only to the Blackstone Clan in terms of numbers, is actually a nomadic people.

In the steppes of Nagrand, they hunted all kinds of beasts and Goria ogres for a living, and the Goria ogres did not launch a large-scale war against the orcs, mainly because of the Warsong clan.

It's very simple, you can't fight, the whereabouts of the War Song Clan are erratic, and the ogre may be able to eliminate the War Song Orcs by virtue of their numerical superiority, but what about guerrillas? In the face of the wolf cavalry of the War Song Orcs, the huge ogre rode a split-hoof ox to chase the wolf? If there was no such place as the Hanging Fort, it is estimated that the War Song Clan would have made the Goria Empire come to naught.

It hadn't arrived in the Nagrand Meadows yet, and Izzy wasn't in a hurry, but how to find the Warsong Clan was indeed a problem, and if they could be found casually, the Warsong Clan would have let the ogres exterminate the clan a long time ago.

Izzy kept thinking until there was movement in his elemental vision, sensing the familiar rhythm, Izzy was really speechless, and he wanted to use the dense forest to block the light of the campfire, and now it seems that people are still discovering.

Attaching the shield to the base of his right forearm, he drew his Machemitar, and the loud unsheath woke Rantreso with a frustrated face.

In Izzy's perception, nine humanoids armed with weapons approached their camp.

As soon as a person walked out of a big tree, he saw a shield approaching him quickly, and he was stunned with a bang, he was pushed and hit a tree, and before he could react, a black light flashed, and he felt that his perspective was spinning, and he gradually fell into darkness.

With a flick of his left hand, the blood on the blade spilled on the ground, and without hesitation, he immediately rushed towards the second orc, or the shield completely blocked his body, and crashed into it like a brute bull, and Izzy's eyes looked through the edge of the shield to his enemy.

The orc was confident, and with a two-handed stone hammer, he charged back at Izzy.

Izzy sneered.

"And I will be reckless, and labor and management will kill you recklessly today. ”

The two approached quickly, and when they were still ten paces away, Izzy stepped on his feet, and a stone pillar burst up, pushing Izzy like a cannonball.

The hammer-wielding orc couldn't react, the shield slapped on his face, Izzy stepped on the orc's chest with both feet, and the round shield chopped, the orc clutched his throat and spit out a mouthful of blood, Izzy had a little on his face, and immediately showed a disgusted expression.

Izzy stepped down the orc's chest and looked at the other orc bandits, a sinister smile on his face with blood on his face.

Several of the other orc bandits immediately looked frightened and trembled, and Izzy looked at their expressions, knowing that fear had affected their judgment, and looked at the trees on the other side.

Rantreso jumped from the tree, and the deafening roar scared away the last bit of courage of the group of orc bandits, and the blades were slashed in two, and three more corpses fell to the ground.

Only four of the nine remained, and they immediately abandoned their armor and fled in all directions like lost dogs, and Izzy caught up with one who had not lost his weapon, spun low, and swept his shield away, knocking him to the ground.

With a kick on his right hand holding the weapon, the orc let go of the weapon in pain.

"How many of you are there, and are there any other teams?" Izzy quickly interrogated.

"I can remind you, if you say a wrong word, I will reward you with a disembowelment, and you can speak again when you think clearly. ”

"There are 10 of us, and one of us is in the distance, and there are several teams of exiles in this forest who don't have a good relationship with us, and no one knows how much. ”

Izzy was stunned when he heard this, the cave was an ambush point for a long time, and the forest was directly a bandit's den.

Let the orc exile bandit get out, Izzy and Lantreso have to travel at night, the place where the camp is not safe, it is better to return to the familiar Tarador Forest to rest.

Izzy's face was as black as ink, and he cursed his luck, twice rested in this canyon, twice was attacked, and he was going to walk this unlucky canyon again in the future, and then set up camp, he was a dog.