In the middle of the night, Izzy pinched the blueprints and rushed to the tent of Kargas, where there was inexplicably the roar of a wild beast, and Izzy was startled to hear it.

He lifted the curtain and shouted:

"What beast dares to attack our chieftain?"

Then the air froze, and Kargas lay on top of a female orc, doing something that he was having love, and he looked back at Izzy in surprise, and shivered.

"Sorry to interrupt. Izzy lowered the curtain and withdrew, running back to his tent like a madman.

"Nima, it turns out that this kind of feeling of embarrassment can reach such a level. ”

Hiding in the blanket, Izzy was embarrassed to have a complete attack and fell asleep in a daze.

It's rare that Izzy actually had no dreams all night, turned over and got up, he felt that he was in a very good state of mind, took a deep breath, and lifted the curtain.

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!" Cagas sat on the stone in front of his house, looking at him with a sneering expression, and Izzy inhaled it and coughed it out.

"What happened last night, you have to come to me in the middle of the night?"

With his head down, Izzy returned to the tent and took out a few drawings and threw them to him.

"I can't read. ”

To be honest, Izzy didn't know how to talk to him, after all, last night ruined someone's good deeds.

"Humph!" Izzy cleared his throat and put on a business-like expression.

"This is the weapon I designed for you, the Burst Blade and the Barbed Chainblade...."Izzy slowly narrated the function of the weapon to Kargas, and the more he talked about it, the brighter Kargas's eyes became, and at the end of the day, Kargas trembled:

"I want this now, hurry, hurry, brother!"

Kargas was already frantically incoherent, and he shook Izzy's shoulder, shaking his head unconscious.

"Stop, stop!"

Izzy grabbed his hand and threw him an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Stop, the!"

Kargas lay on the ground, and returned to the resentful look he had just looked, and Izzy's scalp tingled when he saw it.

"I'll do it for you, but don't expect it to be done in a short time, many steps in forging a good weapon are complicated, and you need to do it slowly and carefully. ”

"So what are you waiting for, let's go. ”

Kargas jumped up and pulled Izzy to run.

"Stop!"

"Don't you remember to eat and fight!" Izzy fell on his back and let him lie on the ground again, ignoring his resentful eyes, Izzy returned to the tent, took out two Argus dense iron ingots and a few bottles of potions, and then walked towards the forge room.

First in the forging room to help the forging apprentices smash a wave of iron, to find a feeling, Izzy felt that he was in a good state today, let the apprentices watch from afar, Izzy step by step slowly, very carefully, began to fold and forge, every time the hammer in his hand fell, a flash of lightning, that is Izzy with his own elemental energy, imitating the feeling when using the hammer of destruction to forge.

Burning the blade embryo red, Izzy took the opportunity to take a sip of the potion, the potion that slowly awakened the mind, the potion that can keep the mental power slowly recovering, Delanena learned.

After repeating this fold ten times, Izzy's forging finally got into the main event, and it was already afternoon, and Izzy was throwing it in the middle of nowhere.

Quickly took out a bottle of potion and drank it, Izzy took a clever and emotionally rich potion, a very chicken potion in the Draenei potion formula, after drinking, it will stimulate people's emotions, and the Draenei people use this medicine as a small blue pill.

Izzy was focused on forging at this time, he wanted to inject emotion into this weapon, and what kind of emotion should be injected, he had already thought about it.

That is freedom, if the enemy is not destroyed for a day, he will never be able to live truly free, and if he wants to protect his freedom, then he has to fight for it!

The elimination of the enslavers is the best protection.

With the power of the potion, Izzy only had the knife embryo on the anvil in his eyes, and maintained the idea of his design last night, and every time Izzy smashed down, it was no longer lightning, but a circle of brilliant flames blooming like a flash in the pan, and the floating sparks were like fireflies, making Izzy's forging look extremely beautiful.

Izzy had been forging all day, and everyone watched him build in fascination, and when the last hammer fell, Izzy roared.

"Kargas!

Kargas sliced his palms and blood was dripping on both weapons, but there was no steam, as if they had been absorbed.

Put in the quenching fluid, and the two weapons are formed.

The bottom half of the blade is made of blood-red metal, and the top half looks like a blade made of many fragments, and the gaps between the shards are like veins, but the blade is covered with beautiful patterns.

The other barbed blade was also covered in blood streaks, but one of the blood streaks was thicker and more visible, and from that point it would separate the blade like an extra sharp barb.

Izzy looked at the two blades as he set and began to sharpen the sharpening stones, both of which were specially made dense melt stones, dense stones born naturally under high pressure.

Finally, as the sun rose the next morning, Izzy raised the blade, reflected the sunlight, and slashed at a pile of iron ingots, all neatly broken in half, the fracture as smooth as a mirror, and Izzy walked up to Kargas and handed him the two weapons.

"Fortunately, I was not dishonored. With a slight tremble, Kargas untied his standard blade fist, put on his new blade fist, and picked up the sword with his other hand around the chain.

Kargas looked surprised, he felt as if the limb he had lost for many years had suddenly returned, as if his fingers had grown a little longer.

He threw his sword at a stake, and the end of the knife slammed in, and Kargas pulled it hard, raising his fist.

A thud was heard, and the top part of the Blade Fist was like a shotgun, shattering the stake into a cloud of wood, and the Blade Fist seemed to reveal his true blade.

Kargas's eyes were joyful, and his wish came true, and the fragments were like being sucked back by a magnet, reforming the upper part of the blade.

This is a pair of real artifacts.

Calgas looked back at Izzy with an ecstatic expression, he had already fallen asleep leaning on a small wooden bench.

Kargas stopped the others from waking him up and carried Izzy to his tent, where he wanted Izzy to get a good night's sleep.

"Don't drink, drink, if you do, we'll lose our souls!, the price is everything!" Izzy suddenly shouted a dream word.

Kargas listened curiously, and Izzy's voice was full of pleading, humble and pitiful, repeating:

"Poison, curse, don't, please, believe me. ”

Kargas whispered, "Don't worry, my friend, we won't drink the poison, we trust you." ”

After Calgas finished speaking, Izzy's expression slowly returned to calm, and the nightmare turned into a beautiful dream until the afternoon, and Izzy was awakened by hunger.

Just having eaten a bite to eat in his tent, Izzy made his way to the chief's hall, where there seemed to be a meeting.

Izzy coughed loudly to signal that he was coming, and Kargas immediately let him in and sat in.

Two things happened while Izzy was asleep, one was that Lanteriso came back with a Warsong orc who had been captured by ogres, and the other was about the festival of Kshhag.

A messenger from the Clan has arrived, sent by the Shadowmoon Clan's Naozu, to invite the Broken Hand Clan to this fall's Keshhag Festival.

In Izzy's absence, Cagas and Rantreso and the others could not discuss the results.

Izzy pinched his chin in contemplation, and they all fell silent.

They had never released the news to the outside world, how did Nao Zu know about the establishment of the Broken Hand Clan?

"How long has it been since the messenger from the Shadowmoon Clan came?"

"About two hours. ”

"Let him come in first. ”

A moment later an apprentice shaman walked in, looking humble and looking down at everyone around him.

"I am the messenger of the Shadowmoon Clan, and I have been ordered to invite the new clan to the Kishhag Festival. ”

Kargas motioned for Izzy to speak, and Izzy nodded:

"I am the chief shaman of the Broken Hand Clan, and this one by my side is the chief of the Broken Hand Clan, the ▪ Kagas Blade Fist. (Kargas received the title after killing Molik.) ）”

The messenger looked surprised, such a child was the chief shaman of the Broken Hand Clan.

Izzy didn't want anyone to look down on the Shattered Hand Clan, and he didn't wait for the orc to show any disdain.

"My name is Nagnoshkitsch ▪, the Blessed of Elemental Fury, and once the Margolon Buster of the Fireblade Clan. ”

The orc was even more surprised, and he was shocked by Izzy's barrage of words, and he appeared even more humble.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, our clan has just been freed from the oppression of ogres, and now it may welcome the invasion of ogres, so please forgive me for any slack. ”

"No, it's my pleasure to sit among the nobles a little longer. So saying, the man presented a piece of paper to Kargas.

Kargas pretended to look at it, and handed it to Izzy, and the letter was mostly polite words from Naozu, congratulations on the birth of the Broken Hand Clan or something.

The key points are two points, they received the news of the founding of the Broken Hand Clan from the Ancestral Spirit of the Broken Hand Clan, and invited them to participate in the Kshhag Festival.

The letter probably stated the precautions to be taken to participate in the Kshhag Festival, and a batch of food was brought to the various clans to taste, and the main members of the clan and children over 10 years old and under 16 years old were gathered as much as possible.

Izzy and Kargas pretended to chat.

"Since our clan is not yet free from the ogre threat, we would like to discuss it before replying, it will not be long, if we can, we hope that the messenger will rest in our camp for the night, and tomorrow we will give an accurate answer. ”

"No problem, thanks to the nobles for their hospitality. ”

Izzy sent the messenger down.

Continue to order people to bring the clansmen of the Warsong Clan over again.

This captive of the Warsong Clan looked like the eldest of the heavens, the second of the earth, and the third of him, with his nostrils facing the sky, and Izzy looked a little reluctant to talk to him.

"I don't want to talk nonsense, we saved you, now I want to send you back, by the way, talk to the chief of the Warsong Clan, can you find your clan?"

"I don't have much to say to you slaves. As soon as the man said a word, all the Broken Hand members in the Hall of the Chief tried to tear him to shreds.

"Silence!" Izzy yelled, glancing at him.

"Tie him up and return him to the ogre, and deliver him at night to the gate of the Hammer Castle, and now gag him so that the dog does not bark. ”

Izzy's decision was simply heartfelt.

Sighing, if the Warsong Clan were all like this, Ichike would be speechless.

"Lanteriso, I have to work hard for you, find it again, I don't believe in Warsong Orcs, they are all like the pig just now. ”