As he walked, Izzy's figure was so eye-catching, a 10-year-old orc child, carrying a huge piece of tenderloin larger than the others.

Rantreso was a little embarrassed to walk aside, so he leaned down to help Izzy carry the tender piece of split-hoof beef tenderloin.

Izzy didn't stop him, and the two of them continued to walk slowly towards Shaman Artur's tent.

"How are you going to cook this meat? Randriso suddenly inhaled and asked Izzy.

Izzy was still thinking about waiting for his father's health to get better before visiting the city of Draenei when he suddenly heard this.

He immediately looked at Rantreso with disdain, thinking to himself that these guys weren't all foodies after a piece of code in the game, but how to cook this piece of fine beef was a real problem.

Frying, roasting, stewing, steaming, these are the only methods that can be used now, of course, maybe he doesn't know other cooking methods, Izzy thought about it, and felt that frying thick-cut steak should be the most suitable for the taste of orcs.

"Nima, why should I think about these things. ”

Izzy shook his head and smiled at Rantreso and said, "Of course, it's the best way to cook!"

Randreso's face glowed with joy.

"But it's not your share!"

The joy on Rantreso's face vanished, and it gradually turned into a bitter melon face.

The two had arrived at Artur's shaman's tent, and Rantreso found a rock and threw the meat on it, and then the two entered the tent.

Shaman Artur was grinding herbs, and when he saw the two of them, he stood up and walked over, and the two reported to him about the day, and Shaman Artur seemed to be very interested in the paralyzing toxins of the Draenei.

He ordered as many people to get as much blood as possible from the female split-hoofed ox, and was ready to study it himself, so he let Rantreso go first.

"My student, have you sensed elemental spirits lately?" Artur asked Izzy gently.

Izzy was at a loss for words, and he didn't know whether to tell his mentor about his physical condition.

Thinking of the usual care that his mentor usually took care of him, he decided to tell the truth.

"Master Artur, I perceive the elemental spirits, but I have not signed a covenant. With that, Izzy stretched out his right hand and condensed a fireball in his hand.

Shaman Artur didn't quite understand Izzy's words at this time, he looked at the fireball spell cast by Izzy, it was clearly the same as the shaman's spell, and it didn't feel like a non-master spell, and he continued to wait for Izzy's words.

"I met a Mountain Heart, who told me that I was an elemental spirit myself, and from him, I learned how to cast spells. ”

The old shaman clutched his chest, and Izzy was so frightened that he hurried to help him.

"You're saying there's a powerful Mountain Heart that says you're an elemental spirit yourself?"

"My right hand, to be exact. Izzy added.

Shaman Artur rubbed his temples, trying to clear his mind.

"I took an elemental spirit as a student, no wonder he can see the ancestral spirit directly, no wonder his elemental perception range is so large. ”

Shaman Artur, who had been thinking about this, suddenly grabbed Izzy by the shoulder.

"Don't tell anyone else about it, just when you've already signed a covenant, you know?"

"Student, understood!" replied Izzy solemnly.

"So you've tried elemental spells, haven't you?" asked Shaman Artur continued.

Izzy nodded, remembering the headache and nightmare this morning, shivering all over his body, and telling the old shaman about his experience.

"You're just messing around!" said Artur Shaman, who immediately criticized Izzy with indignation.

"You're kidding your life, you know?" said Shaman Artur sternly.

"Since you didn't sign a covenant, then your spell casting method should be more like that of a mage, using your mental power to cast spells, and when your mental power is completely depleted, do you know what will happen?" asked Artur Shaman to Izzy.

Izzy shook his head.

"You're going to be an idiot! ”

Izzy reflected on the pain and realized what it would have happened if he hadn't survived at the time, and his face turned pale.

"In the future, when you practice spells, you will come to me to practice, and you will not be allowed to cast spells indiscriminately, understand?" said Artur Shaman to Izzy with a serious face.

"I see, Mentor" Izzy bowed, and Shaman Artur's stern face softened.

"Your father, are you awake? ”

"He's awake, and he's awake this morning. ”

"Then let's go, I'll go with you and see how Yushuro is recovering. As he spoke, the old shaman picked up the medicine box, put his palm on Izzy's shoulder, and walked out together.

The two walked slowly on the road, looking like a pair of grandfathers and grandchildren, Artur Shaman's relatives had passed away, and his son had died in battle.

It is said that the only grandson also left the Fireblade Clan and became an exile, and no one knows why, only that it was the old shaman's own decision.

Yushuro was in front of the tent at this time, pulling the flesh film on the air-dried leather of Izzy, which would give off a stench after the leather was removed.

"Looks like you're recovering well, Yushuro. Artur Shaman's voice came from behind, and Yushuro looked back in surprise.

His son and the old shaman were slowly walking this way.

He got up to greet him, and Shaman Artur reached out to signal him to stop, his fingers open his eyelids, and opened his mouth to look.

"Well, your body is much stronger than I estimated, and it won't take half a month, and it's estimated that you will be able to fully recover in 10 days. ”

Artur Shaman said with relief.

This was the best news Yushuro had heard in recent times, he wasn't an idle orc.

"Of course, if you want to recover well, you have to be absolutely restless, so it's okay to spend more time in the sun, enjoy the breeze, and don't always stop. ”

Hearing Shaman's reproachful words, Yushuro smiled bitterly and invited him into the tent.

By the way, the old shaman also checked the condition of Kekana, and in addition to throwing away the long sleep and not waking up, the body was quite good.

As Izzy prepares meals, a few chickens called flowers, a few potato rolls, and a large pot of chicken soup, Izzy inexplicably feels that his cooking skills are getting better and better.

Serving the dishes out one by one, the old shaman, who had lived for so long, never thought that his apprentice still had this kind of ability, and he could make all kinds of delicacies with those ingredients.

Shaman Artur took out an earthen jar from his backpack and pulled the wooden lid open, and the fresh aroma of herbal wine instantly filled the tent.

Inside the tent, they laughed and tasted life like a family.

Sending off his mentor, Izzy, who had eaten a little bit, raised his sword and swung it not too violently. He suddenly felt that his usual swing of the sword was a little rudimentary.

It's better to practice seriously like this, the usual swinging is more like lifting dumbbells, just practicing the skills of swinging a sword, and now it is more like the feeling of wielding a weapon.

Opening the Elemental Horizon and feeling the movement of the air, the trembling of his muscles, and the movement of his body as the sword swung out, Izzy felt as if he had finally begun to get started.

It's almost time to eat, go to Lantereson to mix in the forge, and Izzy remembers to make two weapons for Durotan and Orgrim.

Now that he thinks about it, two is not enough, Mogolin, this kid also has to help make one, seeing this stupid boy usually swinging his sword awkwardly, Izzy suddenly found that the axe is more suitable for him.

Perhaps the experience of orcs wielding axes has been deeply rooted in their body genes, and they are different.

Izzy couldn't help but think so.

Izzy was thinking about what weapons to forge, and the few of them would definitely inherit the weapons inherited by the family in the future, and it would be the best choice to make them a secondary weapon themselves.

The orcs generally like to use axes, and Izzy has an idea in his mind, and he decides to make several hammer axes, one with a hammer head and the other with an axe, even if it can't be used as a main weapon in the future, it is good to be a tool to carry with him.

While thinking about it, Izzy had already arrived at Randreso's tent, and what Izzy didn't expect was that this man was actually facing the sun, looking at his sword, and it turned out that when he was cutting fruit, why didn't he be so proud.

Izzy looked at it with a twist of discomfort.

Rantreso noticed Izzy, who leaned closer, holding his sword, and handed it to Izzy.

"Let's see what I've done. ”

Izzy took his sword and got his hands on it.

"Why is it so heavy?"

Itsy used his hands to stabilize his body and raise this long-handled war knife made of a mixture of blackstone ore and red-iron ore, I have to say that Lanteriso's taste is still very high.

The grip is close to half a meter, wrapped in some kind of strong red string weaving, and the metal blade of about 1.2 meters is similar to the shape in the game, but it looks more symmetrical and more lethal, plus the red runes on the knife body.

Izzy was black at this time, and his heart was hooked with this sword.

But looking at the sun at this knife seems to be a little wrong.

Izzy looked at it again and again, how did he feel that the air around the war knife seemed to be distorted, and reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Lanteriso.

"It's hot, don't touch it. ”

He watched as Lanteriso found a dead leaf and put it on the blade, and with a bang, the leaf burned, and Izzy was completely stunned, this was still a hot war knife.

Lanteriso reached out and took back the sword, hehe, and smiled: "Awesome, this is my latest achievement, from today onwards, I am a veritable 'fire blade'." ”

"How did you do that?" asked Izzy, curious.

"I'll tell you slowly. ”

It turned out that Lanteriso discovered the property of Margeron's active blood, which is to speed up the conduction of energy, that is, the specific heat capacity, so he made a simple enchantment, a flame weapon.

Under normal circumstances, this enchantment was not much strengthened, at most it made the weapon hotter, but this knife is different, its temperature is at the level of a soldering iron.

And if you don't want to be so hot, just cover the enchantment of the flame weapon with special paint, and the second is that Rantreso he made a mold in the scabbard, so that he can put away the knife, the weapon can be cooled, and after pulling it out, it will be hot like a soldering iron, and this knife will cut people's bodies, which is simply a kind of torture punishment.

Although Izzy agrees with this effect, the material of Margolon's active blood is too rare, and now there are few Margolons left in Draenor, and they are all ancient level giant beasts, so Lanteriso is lucky.

Izzy remembered his purpose, he was here to craft weapons, but the elemental metals were precious, so Izzy decided to make them out of ordinary steel.

He and Rantreso expressed their intentions, and finally bribed him with thick-cut fried steaks, and had to help him work backwards, as a forging assistant, and add a blade helper, so he finally made a deal with him.

Izzy wanted to put a laxative in his fried steak.

After melting a few of Lantriso's failed forges, Izzy began to forge the hammer axe, and with a ding ding, Izzy struck the iron, and suddenly remembered the happy times when he was with him, and then the scene was slowly burned by the green flames.

Iggy's heart also burned with rage, a monstrous rage! Friends were slaughtered, homes were destroyed, their own race was used, they enslaved the souls of all people, and threw them like cannon fodder into a battlefield without any glory.

The hammer in Izzy's hand slammed down, sparks flew everywhere, and the dazzling sparks shattered the terrifying sight in every Izzy's heart, and he slaughtered those culprits in his own heart.

They want to enslave the orcs, they want to destroy their own lives, their homes, and their souls!

"Then I'll take everything from them!"

When he came back to his senses, Izzy had completed the three hammer axes, three red steel hammer axes, shining with a high-temperature orange light, the light gave people a feeling that it was impossible to look at directly, Izzy embedded the axe with the three clan marks made in advance, and then put it in a special oil to quench, cool it and put on the axe handle, Izzy looked at his work, his heart was full of hope.

He felt as if he had vented the tyrannical emotions hidden in his heart once, and that tyrannical emotion was now possessed by these three weapons, and he didn't know if he could make such a good work again, this kind of thing that injected some kind of emotion into the work, Izzy knew that there was a weapon too, that is, "Ember Bringer! The strongest weapon of the paladins." ”

Give your work a name, Izzy thought.

Let's call it "Demon Slayer Guard"!

Izzy sharpened the blade of the axe as he named it.

Pulling out a piece of hair and placing it on the blade of the axe, after a breeze, the hair immediately broke into two knots, and nodded in satisfaction.

Three hammerhead battle axes with different clan marks but the same name were born.

Izzy decided to try to feel the tenderloin with an axe later.

Well, Tenderloin, Nima, forgot her tenderloin at the door of Mentor Artur's house.

Izzy took a few axes and sped out, and Rantreso on one side was a little puzzled.

"Something seems to have flown over just now?"

Izzy prayed as he ran that his flesh would not be stolen, it would not be so bad that it would be so cold.

Seeing from afar that the piece of meat on the rock was safe and sound, Izzy breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over to see that several orc children were actually holding knives, cutting raw meat, and chewing it in their mouths.

"What are you doing!" Sensing that they had been discovered, the orc children scattered, and the one who was chewing meat even spit the meat in his mouth at Izzy's feet.

The angry Izzy was furious, and he was furious.

He scolded and checked his precious flesh, and he was distressed, although he didn't lose much meat, but it destroyed the perfect appearance of the original intact and square.

He picked up the meat and prepared to leave for his home, with one foot on his feet.

"What the hell?" was the minced meat that the kid had spat out.

Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, Izzy suddenly knew what else to do with this high-quality tenderloin.

The bad mood disappeared, and Izzy, humming a little song, walked happily towards the warm home.