One thing, and Izzy found him wrong, was his understanding of the coldness of the northern kingdom.

In the past, he thought that the cold was like the northern country of the earth, with a low temperature of tens of degrees below zero, and his skin would stick to the iron and shatter when the water fell to the ground, but now he knows where he is wrong.

He applied the concept of the cold of the north of the earth to the North Pole!

There is no heating, no modern buildings, only primitive fur coats, and snow-covered tents.

Izzy was wrapped in a coat at this time, and it was as cold as a vibrating Nokia phone, and Lantreso was even worse, he was actually sick, which should be similar to a symptom of water and soil adaptation.

Izzy has always felt that it is difficult for orcs to get sick from strong bodies, but the truth is that no matter how strong a person is, he still gets sick, but the chance is that it is smaller.

But these are not the biggest problems, the biggest problem is that it is still not the coldest time for Frost Fire Ridge, when Frost Fire Ridge enters the real cold winter, even the split-hoof ox with a fur thickness of half a meter has to leave this cruel environment and avoid natural disasters.

And the Frost Wolf Clan also wants the whole clan to go with them, and if they don't go, they will face the extreme cold, and the same migrating iron-jawed wolf pack.

So here's the problem, Izzy is okay, he just needs to wear a little more, and Lantremo's state is a bit fatal.

In two days, we will pack up and evacuate quickly.

Izzy prayed that Lanteriso's symptoms would get better, or he wouldn't know if he would survive the cold winter.

Izzy made a bowl of ginger soup for him to drink, and Rantreso lay on his fur, in bad spirits, and the curtain of the tent was lifted, and it was Janar and Durotan.

The freezing blizzard, just because of this opening of the door curtain, made the tent drop several degrees.

Izzy looked at the two of them, except for a pair of leather pants, and only a layer of fur draped over their shoulders. The rest of the body was still bare, and he couldn't help but wonder if the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan had evolved a huge resistance to cold.

"Itchy, there's bad news, a blizzard is coming, I think the clan will be leaving early tomorrow morning, you must pack up with Lanteriso and prepare to follow us. ”

"So fast!Okay, I see. ”

Jarnar looked at Lanteriso worriedly, and said to him:

"Man, you have to cheer up a little bit, it's only going to get colder and you have to get used to it as soon as possible. ”

Randreso said weakly:

"No problem, I think I'll be fine tomorrow morning, don't worry about me. ”

With that, Janar and Durotan left a few furs and left the tent.

"I'm sorry, I've been a burden to you. Rantreso said uncomfortably to Izzy.

Izzy smiled and whispered, "My brother, don't talk nonsense, if you hadn't followed me on the day I was expelled from the clan, I'm afraid I would have died in the wilderness a long time ago, and you really don't have to worry about these things, as long as you can recover physically, there is nothing to worry about in this journey." ”

Lantreso nodded, closed his eyes and fell asleep, while Izzy began to pack his luggage.

After a few moments, Izzy walked out of the Frostwolf Clan in the snow, and he needed to go to a place to wake up another companion, the Lava Hand.

He came to a crater not too far away, and his spiritual power seeped into the lava, and the lava hand in the magma swam happily in it like a fish.

Izzy whistled, and the lava hand's thumb poked its head out, looked at Izzy, and made a "what?" sound, and Izzy smiled and beckoned him to come up.

The red lava hand, cooled down by the cold wind, followed Izzy back to the Frostwolf Clan camp.

Izzy began to prepare, re-tying the Lava Hand with rope, attaching a few wooden trays, transforming the pointed feet into a snowball fight, then tying the Lava Hand with fur to prevent heat loss, and placing a few more furs on the palms of his hands.

"Hmm. Admiring his masterpiece, Izzy felt that in addition to Lantriso, he could sit two more old and sick.

Izzy had the Lava Hand clenched into a fist at the edge of the tent, covered it with a few furs, and returned to the tent.

Looking around, it's almost all packed, and tomorrow as soon as the tent is dismantled, it can be withdrawn with the frostwolf clan.

Tired, Izzy reached out and touched the frost shadow, lay down on the fur, and slowly fell asleep.

He dreamed again, and Izzy was now starting to get used to it, and when he was on Earth, he remembered that when he was a teenager, he also dreamed every day, sometimes nightmares, sometimes good dreams, sometimes inexplicable dreams.

Now, Izzy was in a wilderness, he didn't quite understand the current situation, looking at the endless loess wasteland in front of him, and the barren mountains in the distance, Izzy didn't recognize this place.

He looked up at the sky, the green light was like some kind of distorted aurora, floating above the sky, the green-black clouds were full of thunder, and Izzy looked back, and he suddenly recognized the place.

This was his former home in Havalo, a different home, a home that no longer had a trace of life.

Izzy continued to look at the loess wasteland, and suddenly fell to his knees, is this really Nagrand?

The prairie used to be vibrant, but now there was nothing left but sand, and Izzy fell to his knees and cried sadly, he grieved for the pearl that Draenor had once been.

This once-beautiful prairie is long gone, leaving only endless sand, and it seems to be dead.

After a while, Izzy stopped crying and began to travel, going to the Tallado Forest, Gorrond, and Frostfire Ridge.

The more he walked, the more desperate he became, there was no longer any color of life in this world, and in his eyes there was nothing else except the loess and the green sky, as if he was looking at a black and white photograph.

He gave up, and the scene turned, and he sat on a rock, and in front of him were countless mounds of earth, and the stones erected in front of the mounds showed that they were all tombstones.

All the orcs, in the form of ghosts, floated on their tombstones, and just looked at him, without saying a word, and Izzy looked at them in despair.

Suddenly, lightning began to appear in the sky, the earth began to shake and tear, some inexplicable elemental explosions appeared in the air, the world was about to end, a light flashed from the crack in the earth, and the last scene in Izzy's eyes was the fragments of the destroyed world, floating in the universe.

Izzy opened his eyes and stepped out of the tent, looking out at the snow-capped earth and the clear blue sky, Izzy's face was expressionless, his eyes were more determined, and when the nightmare was too much, he was no longer afraid, because it was just a dream after all, and Izzy would not let the nightmare come true.

The Frostwolf Clan had assembled, and Izzy took the lava hand and walked into the group.

Everyone knew that Izzy had such a strange mount, so they were not too surprised at this time, and Galad came over and asked Izzy about Rantrezo's condition.

Izzy told him truthfully that it was not a big problem, and said that he could bring two more old, weak, sick and disabled people with his elemental companion.

Garrard did not refuse Izzy's kindness, whether it was in the face of ferocious beasts or wild natural disasters, only by uniting together could he get through the difficulties.

The Frostwolf Clan chose a good weather to begin the journey, the Lava Hand was wrapped in fur, Izzy wished it could go farther, the cold ice wind would take away the energy from its body, and Lanteriso and the other two wounded of the Frostwolf Clan lay in the middle of their palms, their thick fur shielding them from the cold.

Garad was at the front of the line, the eldest son Fenris was at the end, and Jarnar and Durotan were at the flanks of the line.

At this time of year, even the mighty Split-Hoofed Ox must huddle together to keep warm, and the Ironjawed Wolves chase them, which is the perfect time to hunt, and sandwiched in the middle is the Frostwolf Clan, and the Ironjawed Wolves are never picky eaters, as long as it is meat, they can eat it.

This year's blizzard came earlier, and the Frostwolf Clan was also afraid of the worst, so they set off a day earlier, knowing where the Splithoof Ox would usually go.

Izzy asked, and eventually they arrived, and they had entered the canyon mountain range of Frostfire Ridge, where the mountains would block the cold wind, and there was the skeleton of an unknown giant in the mountains, and there was a lake where the Split-Hoof Ox and the Orcs of Frostfire Ridge would go to survive the winter.

The orcs will even help the Splithoof Ox keep the Ironjaw Wolves at bay, the more cattle there are, the more food they will eat, and the fewer Ironjawed Wolves, the safer the Frostfire Ridge will be.

These giant bull-sized wolves, scattered throughout Draenor, are at the top of the world's terrestrial food chain.

It was very uneventful along the way, and it was the right decision to start the day early, and the Ironjaws didn't catch up with them.

The team walked along a white-paved mountain road, and Izzy took the lava hand, and when he heard the exclamation of the orc children in front of him, he walked around that corner, and then he saw it too.

In the distant mountains, a huge mountain-like skull came into Izzy's field of vision, the single horn on the head was a towering mountain, and the huge fangs and sharp teeth in the jaw made the giant's skull look shocking and terrifying, and what made Izzy even more unbelievable was that they had been walking on the giant's right arm bone, which could lead to the giant's chest along the hand bone.

Izzy had never seen such a huge wreckage, and he gestured that if the giant was still alive, it would be twice as tall as the mountain next to the skeleton!

Shocked all the time, Izzy followed the Frostwolf Clan into the giant's chest, which was particularly warm, and the giant's ribs were wrapped in canvas, and the inside was actually like a circular building, with three floors up and down.

The Frostwolf Clan was not the first orc clan to arrive here, the Whiteclaw Clan had already arrived earlier than the Frostwolf.

Garrard met Zagrell, the chief of the Whitepaw Clan, and the two laughed and hugged each other, the three orc clans of Frostfire Ridge, Whitepaw and Frostwolf had a friendly relationship, while the Thunder King Clan didn't care about anyone, stubbornly hunting the mighty Goron and Margolon.

This camp made of giant bones is the refuge of the orcs of Frostfire Ridge.

The two clan chiefs kept talking and laughing, except for the Kelshhag Festival, and it was usually at this time that they could see each other.

Izzy had settled down and made a fire to cook, and had just set up the hot pot when he saw Janar carrying a large lump of split-hoof beef tenderloin and a group of people approaching.

He proudly introduced to those people:

"This is Nagnosh Ichi Rolling Stone, the inventor of our hot pot in Frost Fire Ridge, he taught me the hot pot I brought to your clan last time, and this time it's just time for you to taste his craft. ”

Saying that, Janar walked over, his expression immediately changed, and with a pleading face, Izzy sneered and said in a low voice:

"You usually like to brag everywhere! and blow my reputation to other clans, I really don't know what to say about you. ”

"Brother, help me this time, I praised Haikou, saying that the hot pot you made can make them worthy of this trip, for the sake of me complimenting you so much, help." ”

Izzy sighed and asked them all to come in and sit, not to mention, the orcs still knew how to do it, and one of them brought something over. Some are fish, some are meat, and most importantly, wine.