Looking at the vanishing back of the young orc slave, Yushuro sighed, and although he was angry that his child had brought danger to the clan, on the other hand he was very proud, proud that his son, who was only nine years old, was able to do what was right, and although he had only briefly listened to Izzy's account of the journey, he knew in his heart that the night must have been dangerous.

He squatted down, pinched open his child's mouth, looked at the child's bloody broken teeth, felt a pain in his heart, scolded himself for not knowing the severity of the shot, fortunately the child is still young, and the beast teeth should still grow in the future, otherwise I am afraid that I will not be able to find a partner in the future, You Shuluo silently blamed himself in his heart.

At this time, Izzy was still struggling with all kinds of emotions in his heart, the powerlessness of not being able to change his fate, the unwillingness to the cruel reality, and the anger of his own weak power, all kinds of feelings converged, and finally Izzy was born with such an idea.

If you can be stronger, just like in the game, a high-level Overseer, a Commander of the Fortress, and an artifact in your hand, do you still need to be afraid of the scum in the Hammer Castle? The Hammer Castle was just a copy of the transformation equipment for me in the game at that time, and it was because I was too weak that I was like this, unwilling and powerless to change reality.

It's not impossible that Izzy's eyes gradually brightened again, and he knew what he had to do, even if he couldn't become a casual player like in the game, and become a leader like the worldsa or the king of Sarufar, it was not impossible, at least he wouldn't be able to face injustice like he is now.

In the distance, an orc quickly ran up to Shaman Artur, and Izzy came back to his senses, remembering that this orc was supposed to be the guard of Dahl Triple Bloodblade, and the guard had spoken a few words to Shaman Artur before leaving.

Shaman Artur cheered up and said, "Yoshuro, let's go back, the chieftain still needs to consult with us about the migration of the clan." ”

Yushuro stood up and nodded, then turned to his Sword Saint apprentice and said, "Lantreso, please help me, bring me this stupid cub back to the tent, and don't let him run around anymore."

The young orc with the long-handled sword on his back nodded: "Yes, teacher, I actually don't like to participate in that meeting either, thank you for freeing me." ”

Yushuro and Artur looked at the young orc with a wry smile and didn't say anything, just sighed again and left.

Lantreso turned his head to look at the little orc on the other side, who was looking at him dumbfounded.

"It can't be a fool, is it?" Lanteriso thought.

"Lanteretho!" the little orc repeated the young orc's name in surprise.

"Little Izzy, is there anything wrong with my name?" asked Lanteriso curiously.

"No, no, I just think your parents have given you a good ..... before he finished speaking, Izzy quickly covered his mouth.

The young orc looked disappointed, and Izzy knew he had said the wrong thing.

"Ah, what am I talking about, Rantreso is half-orc and half-draenei in the game, and one of his parents must be draenei, isn't it a shame to say this? Izzy blames himself as he recalls Rantreso Fireblade from the game.

Speaking of this person, Izzy's first thought was "show!" I remember that when the 70 Outland version was opened, this orc swordmaster played between an ogre tribe and an orc tribe that worshiped demons, and he was also the leader of the Stone Fist ogre, and the awesome thing is that the position of this leader was chosen through the ogre tradition, and the tradition is that the strongest person becomes the leader, which means that he is the strongest monster in a group of monster-like ogres!

"Now this half-orc is the sword saint apprentice of his orc father, and the orc father is also sharp!"

Izzy smiled as he walked behind Randreso and exclaimed, "I don't know if I don't know if I don't cross over, the world is wonderful." ”

At this point, what else is there to say, put the thighs in front of your face, and not hug them?, Izzy thought shamelessly.

Izzy thought about the topic for a moment, then opened his mouth and asked, "Why did you give Kargas an axe just now? Don't look at me small, I still understand the preciousness of metal weapons." ”

Randreso replied with a wistful expression, "Nothing, perhaps a little sympathy for the man who has a tragic fate, and besides, the hand axe is nothing but an inferior product forged by me, and it is not a precious thing." ”

"Damn, Lantreso can also forge? Oh, it turns out that when you get that long-handled weapon, also called Lantreiso's blade, most forgers will name weapons after themselves. Izzy thought to himself.

"I saw the battle against the Cyclops that day, and I was lying on the tree over there, and your last stab was really powerful. Izzy said as he pointed to a tree in the clan against the wall.

Lantreso was even more surprised, and he ravaged Izzy's head: "You are really bold beyond imagination, and you are not afraid of being affected by the battle?"

"Well, of course, what have I been afraid of, joking?" said Izzy, fearless, and Lantreso sneered.

"You haven't even taken part in a hunt, little one, you're too tender!" said Lanteriso, laughing and disdainful.

"This person is exactly the same as in his game, whether it is for the player or for himself, the first impression is to look down on him, to look down on him, if he can't beat him, I really want to hammer his smiling face to him!" Izzy thought viciously.

Lantriso keenly felt a little malice in the little guy's eyes, and when the two arrived at the tent, Lantriso smiled maliciously, picked up Izzy and kicked it into the blanket in the tent, laughed twice and left.

An angry curse echoed in the tent: "You wait for me! I will kick back sooner or later!"

Unexpectedly, Lantreso realized that he liked the teacher's child, bold but shrewd and capable, a good seedling, and threw off other thoughts in his mind, Lantreso returned to his humble tent in the corner of the clan, picked up the long-handled blade, and began his training.

Sharp, long-handled blades, swinging and screeching as if the air had been cut, Lantriso was immersed in his training, his face becoming fierce, and what he didn't know was that there were small eyes staring at him nearby.

Izzy followed from afar, wanting to observe Randreso and get to know the character.

Seeing Lantresso's fierce expression slowly deepen into hatred, as if he was fighting to the death against an enemy he couldn't see, Izzy knew that Lantreso had hatred buried in his heart, and he couldn't understand the object of this hatred without Lantreso opening his heart, and Izzy quietly returned to his tent.

In the tent, his orc mother was still sleeping peacefully, and Izzy sighed: "Hey, after all, blood is thicker than water, and my current body was born by this strange female beast in front of me, so let's do my filial piety."

Izzy helped the orc to move her joints, and then cooked a little porridge and slowly fed it to the orc, Izzy suddenly thought of the stream lurker who almost bit him last night, maybe he could go and pick up the corpse, study the stream lurker to wake up his orc mother, or extract the venom of the stream lurker, it feels terrifying to think about it, if the venom is smeared on the weapon, a knife or an arrow down, it won't be long before the enemy falls asleep, isn't that to be slaughtered?

Izzy was a little excited, the poisoned weapons in the orc tradition were very shameful, but it was a fight between people, and if it was hunting, it would be okay to relieve the pain of the prey.

After thinking about it, Izzy began to move, left the tent and walked to the dog hole in the wall, lifted the stone slab, and then put it down again, he thought about it and gave up on this move, now go out outside and there are ogres hunting slaves everywhere, the risk is too great and there is no cover of the night environment, and the chance of expecting the carcass of the beast to remain in place after a night is too small, and it is safe to go out and have a look in the future.

Rationally weigh the risk, Izzy returned to his tent, found a place with a wide field of vision to practice boxing, the old man Jiang said, this set of boxing is mainly for exercise, is handed down in their village, the moves are simple and clear, punches, feet, elbows, knees, heavy energy, luck and hit, as long as you can practice to the sound of boxing, even if it is a small realm, as for how to practice you can think by yourself, one group at a time, a group after practicing walking around and resting, and then practice, three times after practice, keep the body strong and healthy.

Taking a deep breath, his arms relaxed, and his strength exploded, accompanied by a thunderous shout of "Ha!", he hit a heavy punch, and a slight explosion sounded in the air, and sure enough, as long as the exercise is proper and persistent, the body will definitely get stronger and stronger.

I have never made a sound in my previous life, although my body is indeed getting better and better, but I didn't expect that after crossing over, I would be able to punch at the age of 9, and the physical fitness of orcs in this world is much stronger than that of earthlings.

After exercising for a while, Izzy saw Yushuro walking towards the tent with a black face from a distance, he quickly got back into the tent, lifted the tent with his big hand, and Yushuro shouted: "Son, pack up your things, gather all the things that can be packed and taken away at home, our clan will leave here in the next two days." ”

Thinking that Yushuro was still angry with Izzy who didn't return home at night, he honestly prepared, but Yushuro muttered in a low voice: "What kind of scum, let me leave behind the burden? Those cold-blooded dogs, how dare you say this Kokana, hum, when the clan stabilizes, I will find you miscellaneous ones one by one to carry out "Margora!" "See if your mouth is still not as clean as it is now!"

"Margora?The glorious duel of the orc clan?Izzy has learned about this orc tradition, there are two forms, carrying a weapon, or fist-to-fist hand-to-hand combat, both sides are not allowed to wear armor, either they are allowed to carry a weapon, or they can only fight hand-to-hand until death.

Hearing such a word, Izzy looked at his orc father nervously, thinking that something should have gone wrong with the chief's meeting, which angered Yushuro, otherwise such a serious word would definitely not appear in the mouth of the orc swordmaster, the orc clan swordmasters are all highly skilled fighters, they generally do not wear armor, use excellent combat skills, wield huge battle blades, they are all skilled killers, and the battlefield is more like their playground.

Such a kind of madman who doesn't wear much armor in peacetime war, Margora actually has an advantage for them.

"Daddy, who are you going to cut?" Izzy asked Yushuro bluntly.

"You little trouble-making cub don't be verbose, put away your mother's clothes and weapons for me, and I'll let you know you're still a little fat!" Yushuro scolded back with a fierce laugh.

"Daddy, why does your apprentice have a pair of hooves? Izzy shifted the subject and asked.

"Don't be nosy, tell you the stinky boy, don't make a fuss!" Yushuro refused to answer the question, and ordered Izzy to keep quiet.

"Oh, well, next time I'll go to Lantreso myself. ”

"Eh, you little bitch, the trouble caused last night hasn't been settled with you, you can't protect yourself, and you dare to ask this and that, it seems that if you don't beat your ass today, you can't be honest." Yushuro immediately reached out to grab Izzy, only to find the boy rolling on the spot and running out of the tent in a puff of smoke.

"Come back, come back for me!!"

"I'm not stupid, I know that I will come back after being beaten!"

Little Izzy ran to the side of Lantriso's tent, and found that this half-orc was still training tirelessly, and the cold night wind in the evening could not dry the Han water flowing on his body, and the steam wafting on his strong body made this half-orc look really full of aura.

"Who's where!" Lantresso, who had calmed down this time, immediately noticed Itch's traces.

"Brother Lanteriso, it's me!" replied as Izzy rubbed his hands together a little coldly.

"Haha, you little cub, you must be afraid of being beaten by your father, so you should come to me for refuge. Lanteriso instantly speculated on himself and said mockingly.

Izzy touched the back of his head and pretended to be stupid: "Isn't my dad angry, the injuries from the last battle are not all healed, I'm afraid that he will hit me and make an accident." ”

Remembering yesterday's battle, when the terrifying fireball flew towards them, Yushuro stood in front of him, and Rantreso's heart trembled.

"Well, as long as you kid doesn't dislike my simplicity, I'll let you sleep all night! ”

"This can be there. "Izzy hasn't tasted the wine of another world.

Without hesitation, I entered the small tent of Lanteriso, where a piece of barbecued meat was grilled on the bonfire, smeared with unique spices, making this small tent simply fragrant and salivating.

To be honest, this surprised Izzy, other orcs eat meat, let alone spices, they sometimes eat it raw, his father Yushuro is often like this, holding a raw leg of lamb and gnawing there, Izzy frowned.

Sitting on the fur, Lanteriso handed Izzy a large piece of roasted meat, along with a gourd-like container, and motioned for Izzy to taste it.

Izzy, who couldn't help it for a long time, took a big bite, and deeply felt that he had lived in vain in the past few years, although he came to this world to eat raw food like other orcs, but it was also roasted and seasoned with a little salt, the plants here, he didn't dare to taste it, he was afraid that he would poison himself if he found seasoning that day.

Seeing that Izzy was having a good meal, Rantreso said a word to report the news, and left the tent to report to Yushuro.

Izzy was eating barbecue while looking at everything in the small tent, Lantreso was obviously also packing up his things and preparing to evacuate, he had very few things, a box, a package, and a long-handled war knife, which was not quite the same as in the game, the shape of the war knife was similar, but there were no runes on the knife body, and the knife on the wall had a shiny mirror blade, making this war knife look cold and murderous.

After looking inside, Izzy walked out of the tent and observed the periphery, in addition to the training area, the rest was a furnace, and a large iron felt, the furnace would definitely not be taken away, Lanteriso should find a way to take the iron felt away, metal is very precious in the orc clan.

Looking at these things, it can be seen that Lanteriso's life is not good, after a few years of life, Izzy knows that the standard of life that shows the quality of life of an orc family lies in the food and iron tools stored at home, like Artur Shaman's tent will be piled with a pile of fruit, hanging a few cured meats, and a few battle axes decorated on the pillars, of course, that is the reward of his ability as a shaman.

And in Lanteriso's tent, it feels simple, there is nothing but the necessities of life, everything is for survival.

Weapons to protect themselves and use them for hunting, forging skills to give you a place in the clan without being kicked out of the clan camp due to being an orc, and just enough food to fill your stomach.

Back in the tent, Izzy looked at the gourd container and decided to try it after thinking about it.

"Wow, this wine is strong enough, I feel refreshed after taking a sip, and I feel like my lung capacity has increased. Izzy couldn't help but take another bite.

Suddenly something came to Izzy's mind, and with it a feeling of ultimate misfortune.

At this time Rantreso also returned, and as soon as he entered the tent, he touched his chin with one hand, and said with a wicked smile: "Delicious, little Izzy, this Tabu sheep fruit wine, but I have made it from many kinds of fruits."

Izzy's face turned pale, and he asked in a low voice, "How did you collect this fruit?"

Randre Sosom was silent, just laughing, and actually showed a "you know" expression.

"I'm fighting you!!" Izzy roared to his feet.

Rantreso hurriedly said: "It was picked from the tree, not from the excrement of the Tabu sheep, don't take it seriously as a joke." ”

"Really, you didn't lie to me?" Izzy, who had calmed down a little, looked a little better.

"Really, really, I want to drink it too, how can I dig the fruit out of the excrement of the Tabu sheep?"

Izzy breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that there was a task in the game to collect fruit in Nagrand, and the way to collect it was to dig it out of the excrement of the Tabu sheep, and when he recalled this task, Izzy felt sick again.

Rantreso added: "Of course, in order to ferment, I borrowed a little saliva from the beauties of the clan to help ferment, and when I think of those orc beauties, I feel sweet every time I drink them." ”

"Wow!!!" Izzy rushed out of the tent at flying speed, spitting all over the ground until he spat out the sour water.

Randreso looked distressed, this stinky boy doesn't know how to taste wine at all!