The bright sun was slowly melting the Nagrand grasslands, and the frost was frozen by the cold wind of the night, and the three of them witnessed this overwhelming battle on this inconspicuous mound, and the great orc warrior who died left a deep impression on their hearts.

That may be the ending that every orc desires the most, the battlefield full of glory and death!

At this moment, Durotan and Orgrim were full of hope for such glory.

At this time, Izzy was thinking about other things, and his mind kept recalling the pleasing battles that had taken place in the moonlight last night, and these powerful orc warriors had raised the art of fighting to a level that he could almost incomprehensible.

The ogres were far outnumbered by the orc warriors, but they were still slaughtered in a devastating manner, and they seemed to be able to slash their tomahawks at the enemy's deadliest flaws at the most accurate angles.

In the past, Izzy always believed that the people who survived the battlefield were able to survive because of their martial arts skills on the one hand, and because of their pure luck on the other hand.

This idea he used to think was very reasonable, after all, a person only has one pair of eyes and two hands, how can he use two hands to catch multiple enemy attacks from all directions? Not to mention the sneak attack from the blind spot behind him.

However, this idea was shattered by reality today, and those powerful orc warriors, all of them seemed to be three-headed and six-armed, wielding weapons at high speed, with dazzling afterimages, and the enemies around them were either immediately cut to the ground, or chased and scattered.

What's even more unbelievable is that those orc warriors don't seem to have any blind spots in their field of vision, attacking from all directions, they are almost quickly parried down with their battle axes, and the attacks that are not blocked are not fatal, could it really be because they have experienced a hundred battles, and they have cultivated an ethereal combat instinct in battle?

Izzy felt extremely confused, he looked at the warriors cleaning the battlefield over there, and couldn't figure out how to learn such a skill, could it be that he must be like them, constantly falling into the situation of nine deaths and life, in order to become a powerful warrior?

Durotan reached out and patted Izzy on the shoulder, and Izzy came back to his senses and turned to look.

"We have to go back, or they find out we're not in the camp, and that's bad. Durotan looked nervously at the cleaning of the battlefield, where his father and eldest brother were among them, and with that, he quietly climbed down the mound.

Izzy was also assuming in his mind the consequences of discovering his actions, so he shuddered and hurriedly set off with them, running towards the camp at the foot of Mount Voshugu.

At this time, the three of them were probably praying in their hearts that they would not be discovered, and the consequences of disobeying orders in wartime made them shudder.

Panting and running, Izzy felt his lungs burn and turned to look at Durotan and Orgrim, who were even more exaggerated, their brown faces turned white, but they still insisted on admitting defeat.

Stretching out his hand to signal a stop, the two of them immediately sat down on the ground, and Izzy stood up straight and walked slowly.

"We don't need to be in such a hurry, the warriors of our clan, if they want to return with the wounded warriors, they must not be able to speed up. Izzy said his opinion without hurrying.

"I—I'm worried about the camp, and if the clan shamans can't find our figure, then it's going to be trouble!" Durotan said as he gasped.

"I, we, can't stop, if the elders who come back see us, it's over. "Orgrim is the same as Durontan.

Izzy stretched out his palm and pulled the two of them up. "You can't rest immediately after you're exhausted from running, it's better to walk slowly than to sit directly on the ground, let's go. Izzy couldn't remember why, but he just knew it wasn't good.

A few people ran slowly, Izzy looked at the grass on both sides of the road, his elemental "hanging", was giving him a low voice warning, he knew what was nearby, he had noticed the three of them, and it should not be a very powerful existence, maybe a beast.

Izzy clenched the hilt of his sword at his waist, vigilant in an attempt to find the being, and he reached out as Durotan and Orgrim grabbed their weapons, Durotan wielding a stone axe and Orgrim using a rudimentary stone hammer.

Izzy looked at the inferior weapons of the two of them, and felt that it was necessary to get a decent guy for the two of them next time, and at this time, the whisper in his mind disappeared, and the existence seemed to have given up.

Izzy thought it must be a very weak thing, otherwise he wouldn't have watched the three orc children start to be on guard, so he immediately ran away.

The men continued to run slowly, and at last they saw the gate of the celebration camp, and they quietly circled around and returned to the camp through a hidden entrance they had found.

The three of them looked at each other and separated from each other.

Izzy whistled and hummed a song as he walked happily towards the Fireblade Clan's tent, feeling that tonight's adventure was worth it, and although he didn't understand the skills of those orc warriors, he already knew that there were ways of fighting in this world that he couldn't understand.

Lifting the leather curtain and looking at the situation inside the tent, Izzy immediately lowered his head and walked up.

Shaman Artur sat in the middle of the tent with an ugly face, and Izzy knew that he had been exposed, so he quickly admitted his mistake.

"Was last night's battle pretty, my boy!" Elder Artur asked Izzy grinning.

Izzy immediately felt creepy, bowed his head and was silent, not daring to speak.

"You're getting bolder, why don't you try something you've never experienced before?" asked Shaman Artur, still smiling.

Izzy shook his head, and the old shaman smiled and put his finger on Izzy's shoulder.

Izzy was truly horrified, he had never seen Mentor Artur speak like this.

First of all, a white light visible to the naked eye, followed by a tingling sensation all over his body, he felt that he had been electrocuted, it was sour, and the whole person trembled involuntarily, and finally paralyzed to the ground, completely unable to control his body.

This paralysis lasted for at least half an hour, and Ichie finally regained consciousness, got up and bent down to apologize to Mentor Artur:

"Mentor, I know that I am wrong, I should not have watched that battle, I should not have put myself in danger. ”

"Hmph, got carried away, forgot what he was supposed to do today!" Shaman Artur snorted, reprimanding Izzy.

Izzy thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember what he was going to do today.

"You go and wash yourself, and then you will climb the sacred mountain with me for the ceremony. So the old shaman commanded Izzy.

It's time for Izzy to see the Ancestral Spirits today to see if he can become a shaman. ”

Wow! Izzy became excited, and hurriedly washed himself as instructed, got a clean dress, and followed the old shaman to climb the sacred mountain of Voshugu.

As the two walked to the entrance to a dark cave, Izzy noticed that the old shaman had not taken out a torch or anything like that for lighting. Just put his palm on his shoulder, leading him towards the dark cavern, and Shaman Artur seemed to know how to walk with his eyes closed.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a gentle light suddenly shrouded in the cavern, and Izzy saw the scene inside the cavern, a cavern with a large space, wider than the entire celebration camp, with a pool in the center of the cavern, and a hole that led to an unknown location.

Shaman Artur lowered a water bag from his waist and carefully poured the water into the pool, so that Izzy and his body stood in a special position, reflected in the calm water.

Artur tried to signal Izzy to look at the pool, but found the child staring at his right.

Izzy thought he had seen it, and he saw a female ghost with an orc face, floating to the left of Shaman Artur.

"Is this a ghost?" Izzy thought to himself, a little nervous, and the ghost over there also noticed Izzy's gaze, and his otherwise calm transparent face immediately turned into surprise.

Izzy heard the voice that resounded directly in his head: "You see me?"

Izzy nodded involuntarily.

Shaman Artur looked at the pool noodles and saw the communication between the two, and Shaman Artur was overwhelmed with surprise.

All shamans, when they first came here, saw their ancestors through the reflection of the pool water, and before the child Izzy could see the pool water, he saw the spirit of the ancestors, and this child's shamanic talent was completely beyond Artur's imagination.

He looked at Izzy a little nervously and said, "You saw that, right?"

Izzy nodded and said, "Yes, Mentor Artur, I saw the appearance of a female ancestor.

The female ghost said to Artur, "Artur, I don't know how many generations of heirs, I really didn't think that you brought a child who seemed to be gifted to me, he is a child of the Fireblade Clan?"

Shaman Artur replied to the words of the Ancestral Spirit with an excited face: "Yes, Ancestor Canola, this child is the heir of the Fireblade Clan, he was born with the blessing of the Elemental Fury, and I never thought that his performance would be so magical.

Izzy pointed to a standing ancestral spirit on the other side and whispered, "Actually, I seem to be able to see all of you, respected ancestors. ”

The surrounding ancestors, who were originally just watching from a distance, collectively expressed surprise and floated over one after another.

"It's breathtaking. ”

"The Fireblade Clan will definitely prosper because of this child. ”

"I feel like he's going to bring prosperity and glory to the entire orc clan. ”

Several ancestral spirits were talking about words of praise, and they also pinched Izzy with their hands, and touched them somewhere, which gave him goosebumps, and the ancestor of Canola, who appeared first, said with a smile:

"Artur, when I see this child, I am relieved, you must teach him well. ”

"Yes, Ancestor Canola, I will not disappoint you!" said Shaman Artur with an excited face.

The ancestral spirits began to slowly disappear, and the surroundings calmed down.

Shaman Artur's face was filled with joy that Izzy had never seen before, as if he had been happy enough to die without regrets.

Artur placed his large, wrinkled hand on Izzy's head and whispered: "You have heard the words of the ancestors, from today onwards, you will be a shaman of the clan, and I will do my best to give you all the knowledge I know.

"Prepare yourself, Nagnosh Izzy!"

Izzy looked at the shaman's eyes, filled with happiness and joy, nodded, and made a respectful gesture of respect for the teacher.

A few days later, Izzy had returned to his familiar home, and he still felt as if he had dreamed a dream, and what had happened at the Klehag celebration was so unreal, as if it had happened yesterday, and Izzy was able to live a comfortable life again.

"Itchie! where is it?" Rantreso's voice came from outside, Izzy got up lazily and opened the curtain, the cold wind outside made Izzy shiver, he looked at Rantreso outside and said:

"Why? It's such a cold day. Lanteriso pulled out a few wind sparrows from behind him, and smiled flatteringly.

"Isn't this gluttonous, let's make a few flower chickens to eat." ”

Izzy also laughed, and asked him to come in quickly, and he couldn't refuse the chicken that came to the door.

Izzy had become more skillful, and in a short time he had made a few lumps of earth and threw them in the campfire to roast slowly.

"How's your rune enchantment research?" Izzy asked Randreso curiously.

"Not ideally, my own knife has become a little harder after killing Margolon that day, and the blade has always kept warm and hot, but other than that, nothing else has changed, at most in the winter, I can hold the knife to warm my body. ”

"That Margolon's corpse looks like something critical has been missing"

Izzy couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, and after a long time, you studied your weapon into a "hand warmer." ”

Feeling that the heat was almost over, Izzy got a few hard balls of roasted dirt out of the campfire, and it was time for the critical moment, Izzy had just raised his stick and was ready to knock it down.

With a "grunt", Izzy had never heard such a loud swallowing sound, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

A small orc head came in from a corner of the tent, drooling all over the place, still swallowing.

Izzy walked over and twisted Mogolin's pointed ears and scolded loudly: "What is it like to be sneaky, you can't say what you want to eat, where you are hungry like a dog, it's a shame!"

"Brother, it hurts, it hurts!" "I just came to see you."

"So, you don't want to eat it?" Izzy looked at the little boy playfully.

"I'll give you a taste. Mogolin looked at Izzy flatteringly.

Izzy laughed and asked him to sit down, and several people divided one by one, and Izzy also left a few for Yushuro and Kokana, the two of them who hadn't eaten chicken for several days, and the sound they made when they ate it was like an animal that protected it, and Izzy couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

Looking at the heartwarming scene in front of him, Izzy swore in his heart.

"No matter who it is in the future, or what kind of existence it is, as long as he wants to destroy everything that is cherished in my heart, I will definitely make him pay the most painful and cruel price!"