Izzy finally finished his work, and the enemy devouring greatsword he had tailored for himself was neither long nor short, just right, and Izzy didn't have to worry about the weapon not fitting when he grew up.

All he feared was that the weapon would grow too fast and he wouldn't be able to handle it himself, but that was for later.

At this time, he dragged the great sword and walked towards the stone house, in fact, this sword was now uncontrollable for Izzy.

He vigorously raised the great sword of devouring the enemy, carefully examined his work, the black and red did not have a trace of curved sword body, only the edge of the blade reflected the cold light, with a beautiful pattern, the sword gauntlet was made of black stone mine, Izzy created a simple long trapezoidal gauntlet, the hilt of the sword was slightly oval, and it felt very good to hold, and the sword was a diamond-shaped sharp angle, and it could also cause damage under a hard impact.

Izzy felt very satisfied, a good sword that was unpretentious, and this sword might change its form in the future, Izzy had nothing to find fault with, and the only drawback now was that it was a little too heavy for himself.

If there is a battle in the short term, it is wise to use a more skilled broadsword.

As he pondered, Izzy began to adjust to his weapon, wielding and exercising, the fear in his heart motivating him.

The cold winter is just like when it came, quickly leaving this land, and when spring returns to the earth, everything begins to wake up, and this time will enter the most beautiful season.

Izzy looked at the petals fluttering in the wind among the mountains and the mountains surrounded by clouds and mist, and he really wanted to take a picture of this beautiful scene and show it to Leah.

Since facing the deepest fear in her heart that day, Izzy has understood her feelings, which are a pathetic emotion called a crush.

How to use a limited life to pursue a girl who is almost immortal?

This question bothered Izzy, he didn't know if he could live forever as some kind of strange elemental spirit, if not, it meant that even if he succeeded, he would end up bringing pain to the people he loved, but at least he felt that he still had a chance, and Izzy vaguely understood that Draenei's women have no special circumstances, and they usually only determine their partners after the age of 1800, which means that Izzy has at least 1600 years to pursue Leah.

So he decided to learn arcane magic, if nothing else, the game's powerful mages were able to prolong their lives, and as long as they still had enough arcane energy, the mages were almost immortal.

He couldn't help but recall the nicknames of the mages in the game, comparing this world, they are indeed the darlings of the world.

Maybe the warrior, shaman, and hunter classes can defeat the mage in some cases, but people can live to kill you, and you still say that you are not your own son, and you let an orc warrior like King Sarufar live forever? The old man slashed ten enemies to death with one sword, and without blinking his eyes, he asked if you were afraid?

Throwing aside the ridiculous thoughts, Izzy began to sense the arcane energy in his body, and the first thing he noticed was that his overall energy stores had increased a little.

It turned out that after he cast a large spell, he was basically exhausted, and now he should be able to put one more spell similar to lava burst, of course, it is actually more up to how he distributes it.

He slowly condensed a cloud of arcane energy, starting from the basics that Leah had taught him, moving a small object, and Izzy chose a small stone a meter away.

The arcane energy turned into a palm, and Izzy only conjured three fingers, but it should be enough to pinch the stone, and the illusory three fingers pinched the small pebble and slowly floated towards Izzy.

Izzy opened his hand and took a handful of powder, and the pebble was crushed by the pinching.

Izzy continued to try without any restraint, until he gradually became proficient and was able to hold a stone steadily and put it in his hand, and Izzy had an idea in his heart, and he immediately began to practice.

He decides to strengthen his control and erect a small stone tower with his magic hand, and Izzy happily tries it, not to mention that it is quite fun.

Izzy had enough of it and began to think about the power of this spell, which he honestly didn't understand, and for now, it could be a very terrifying spell.

For example, in the face of a Goron, the only very fatal weakness on its body is the one-eyed, and Izzy has a magic hand that pokes him blind with one finger, isn't this damage an explosion?

Or if the weapon cuts the enemy, and he widens the wound with one of his arcane hands, Izzy feels like his waist hurts when he thinks about it.

Why didn't anyone use these simple but brutal methods?

Izzy cooks lunch, he is now more like a cook, cooking every day, sending it to all kinds of elders in the Blackstone clan, and now those old orcs look at Izzy more than they look at their own son.

All he needed to do was prepare a big pot of food when the hunting party came back in the evening, and then open a small stove for Blackham and a few people close to him, and he only had to do his own practice for the day.

Blackhan even arranged several assistants for him, while studying, peeling and cutting meat, Izzy's cauldron is not very good, but it is also better than the original roast meat of the orcs, who told them to eat it every day?

Izzy prepared the meal, and the other elders asked their assistants to deliver it, and in addition to Old Tabau, there was a special elder who would deliver the meal himself.

That's Itreig, the mainstay of the Blackstone Clan, who calls the shots when Blackhan and Tella aren't there, and the chief shaman, Nemerk, doesn't like to take care of trivial matters, he's a typical man at sea.

Itreg is actually not very old, he is still full of black hair at this time, and he looks full of energy, but the Blackstone Clan still needs to be guarded, so this little old, but full of wisdom, and very powerful warrior, stayed in the Blackstone Clan to make his own contributions.

Izzy felt that Blackhan really should stay in the clan and rule the power like the Dahl ▪ Triple Bloodblade, after all, there were many people in the Blackstone Clan, but he obviously needed to rely on hunting and fighting to soothe the fanatical tyranny in his heart.

At this time, Izzy had arrived at the door of Itrigue's house, knocked on the door, and the rough voice in the house shouted: Come in!

"Little Izzy, come and sit, but I'm looking forward to you," said Itrieg as he warmly beckoned Izzy to sit on the fur carpet. (The orcs eat from the ground.) ）

Izzy opened the basket, today's staple food is naan, accompanied by sauerkraut and fish soup, and a plate of braised cracked hoof beef slices, Itrig is very happy to eat.

After eating, he chatted with Izzy and digested it, and Itreig, like in the game, was an upright, friendly, honorable, and respectable orc elder, and he said hello to Izzy and continued his work.

Itreg looked at the information brought back by the various scouts, and worked meticulously on the map, he needed to mark the threats near the clan, let Blackhan and them clear them as early as possible, or determine where the ogre camp was worth plundering.

Some people may ask the ogre if he is fine, why is he looking for trouble?

I'm sorry, but this kind of humanoid creature with a low IQ is not very high, and it is impossible to say it in one sentence (a two-headed ogre can say it all.) When you see an orc, you will go to war, so don't be naïve, the enemy's stuff is our trophy, and the fewer of them, the safer the orcs will be.

This racial hatred has been going on for no known how long.

Izzy was about to leave when a hurried bell rang throughout the Blackstone Fortress, and Izzy and Itreg immediately went out to check on the alarm at the gate.

Izzy followed Itrig up the watchtower and looked beyond the walls to see a tribe of ogres who launched an assault on the Blackstone Fortress.

Izzy looked at Itrig's sneering expression, and couldn't help but remember that Itreg had told him that such things were commonplace for the Blackstone clan, and there would always be a few hungry and crazy ogre tribes who wanted to challenge the strong walls of the Blackstone fortress, they just needed to make sure that the gate was safe, and when Blackhan and they returned, they would be caught inside and out, and the ogres would scatter and flee.

Izzy happily took off the enemy-devouring sword behind his back, thinking that he could finally try the sword today, after practicing for so long, he would test the power of this weapon today.

Suddenly, Izzy remembered something again, there is a rule in the tradition of the orc clan, only orcs who have undergone the rite of passage of Omurigo at the age of 16 are qualified to fight the ogre, and I don't know if they will let themselves go up and do it at that time.

"It should be no problem, I am a first-class deceased, who is okay will take care of myself. ”

"Little Izzy, go back, this is not the place for you. Itregu's caring admonition shattered Izzy's good idea of testing his sword, and he returned to his lodgings with his head bowed.

Izzy calmed down an impulse in his heart, and thought about it, if there was a battle tonight, let's find a way to add food to the soldiers.

Izzy thought about it for a while, and decided to get them a few roasted whole sheep, almost every orc would roast meat, let the assistants roast it, prepare the condiments themselves, let them brush it, and control the heat by themselves, a dozen people should be able to handle it.

Izzy immediately gathered his men, got more than thirty forest sheep, asked his assistants to skin and bleed, and he made a large vat of concocted paint, and if all were done, the battle would be over.

The little Izzy, like a general patrolling the troops, checked the progress of all the roasted whole lambs, and suddenly he felt that it was not enough, so he was making some beef skewers.

Time flies, Izzy heard the sound of battle at the door, and his whole body was itchy, a little unbearable, and suddenly he woke up again, he was just a simple office worker, how could he be so enthusiastic about fighting after crossing over?

Is it the influence of the orcs' innate wild bloodline?Or does the enemy-devouring sword behind his back change him? Isn't it that he was born with such a desire to fight with blood?

Thinking of this question, Izzy smiled, protecting the country and punishing the evil, at least for the sake of his family and glory, he can kill the enemy more easily.

Izzy smiled and continued to check the food, and suddenly noticed that the assistants around him looked scared and wanted to run, and Izzy quickly looked back.

"Oops! I'll go!" the ogre is really stupid, Izzy complained in his heart again, why do you say again?

Aren't the two ogres who scattered and fled in all directions not running outside and running into the blackstone fortress looking for death?

Izzy pulled out his greatsword and rushed forward, and the two ogres ran in a panic, while looking back at the orc warriors who were chasing them with a scream, completely unaware of the figure of Izzy rushing over with a great sword in front of them, of course, maybe they noticed it and felt that there was no threat.

Of course, Izzy would not let go of such a good opportunity to test the sword, rushing up and blasting a lava blast into the foot of an ogre, disrupting his body balance, and the sudden attack caused the ogre to fall to the ground, Izzy jumped up and stabbed the sword into the back of his heart, and the ogre immediately died.

The other ogre came to his senses and roared, "Smash it, little one!" Izzy immediately crouched and rolled to the right, dodging the wooden stick swung by the ogre's right hand, and went around under his flawed right arm, and a sword sweep slashed at him, slashing the entire sword into it, and finally stuck in the spine.

The ogre knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach and cried out in pain, and Izzy listened uncomfortably, let go of the hilt of his sword, grabbed the horn on the ogre's head with one hand, and pressed his big chin with the other, helping him turn his head, ending the ogre's pain.

"In the next life, at least remember to be reincarnated as a smarter humanoid creature. As he spoke, Izzy drew his broadsword, and the orc warriors around him were dumbfounded, the child, who didn't look very old, was like a natural warrior.

The two ogres were dealt with almost instantly, and they were ready to go up and get in touch with Ich.

One suddenly changed his face, shouted, "My sheep!" and ran into the distance.

The orc warriors opened their mouths and collectively stretched out their hands with a bewildered expression.