"Hey, let it be. ”

Izzy sighed, feeling helpless in his heart, after all, if Deathwing didn't come, he couldn't help it.

However, even if Deathwing doesn't come, Izzy is not completely out of the way to find Deathwing's body parts, because he knows that there is an artifact made of Deathwing's scales.

It was an artifact that had made him liver for countless days and nights, unforgettable, and he couldn't forget it.

The scales of the Earth Guardian, an artifact for defensive warriors.

As soon as Izzy thought of the sword and shield, he felt like his whole body was twitching with his liver, but having said that, Izzy didn't have a way to get his hands on that artifact easily.

Because even though he knew about the artifact, which was now sleeping in the tomb of the kings in the Stormfjord of the Broken Isles, as the burial object of King Magna Icebreaker of the Viku, he did not know the exact location of the Broken Isles.

"If I follow the specific location of the Broken Isles in Warcraft, will I be able to find the Broken Isles?"

After thinking about it for a while, Izzy gave up on such an idea, because this world is different from the game after all, and the place that can be reached by walking on your feet for dozens of minutes in the game is now afraid that it will take days to walk on the mount.

The land is already like this, let alone the endless sea, and blindly sailing into the sea is definitely not something that a smart person would do.

"Now I can only take one step and see one step. ”

With a plan in place, Izzy continued on his way to his intended destination, and now he just wanted to run to Calgas to get some good sleep.

Izzy found that his wishes were starting to get simpler, but those that were once simple were becoming more and more difficult to fulfill.

"I'm just a mortal who wants to hold my daughter-in-law and sleep peacefully. ”

With such a sigh, Izzy's heart began to be full of anticipation again.

"Come on, the sworn keeper of life, the queen of the red dragon, if my daughter-in-law can be reborn, I can count on you!"

Time passed day by day, but the dragon roar dragoons taken away by Nefarian still did not return, and Izzy's heart has been hanging like this, and he is worried that he doesn't want to eat or eat.

"Is it hard that this Deathwing Child has messed up?"

In the past half a month, Izzy, who has thought this way countless times, can't wait for the next time he sees Nefarian, so he will let the orc warriors rush up to him and deal with his skinning and cramps.

Izzy sharpened one of the Storm Dragon's horns, as vicious as he was grinding the flesh of Nefarian.

Izzy had the warriors gather the Storm Dragon and the corpse of the Blackscale Dragons outside the camp, whose scales and bones could make at least ten high-quality weapons and armor suits.

And the dragon skins of those black-scaled dragons were made into leather clothes by Izzy, and they were very maliciously dispersed and distributed, and many black-scaled dragonmen disguised as orcs received such a gift.

Thinking of this, Izzy, who was polishing the dragon's horns to make weapons, couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know what those disguised dragons would think in leather suits made of their companions. ”

Smiling happily, Izzy continued to concentrate on crafting weapons, and as he worked his way, Izzy turned two of the Storm Dragon's most valuable horns into two pairs of Storm Tomahawks.

Izzy first habitually cut a tin fruit, ate the flesh, observed the smooth incision of the skin, and nodded with satisfaction.

He held up his axe and admired his work, the sharp and thick bone blade was wrapped in the wind-iron steel brought by Draenor and fastened to the handle of hard oak, and the handle was wrapped in a layer of cracked cowhide to increase the grip of the non-slip effect.

After all, the pair of tomahawks will be soaked in the blood of their enemies in the future, and Izzy doesn't want too much blood for the user of the weapon to chop it out with an axe, only to lose his weapon because of the slippery blood.

Izzy decided to give the two weapons to Garrosh as a reward he deserved.

The young Warsong Chief's son had a very high reputation in the army, he fought bravely and bravely, but he was miraculously not as reckless as his father.

Moreover, after the battle between Warsong and Glory against Red Ridge Mountain, Izzy heard a rare tribute to Garrosh from the Sarufar brothers.

Izzy remembered the praise that King Valloch Sarufar had given Garrosh at that time, and he felt a sense of wonder when the relationship between the two men was not as friendly in the other world as it is now.

After inspecting the Storm Tomahawk after one final inspection, Izzy got up and walked to Garrosh's quarters.

He looked at the familiar tent and thought with relief that Garrosh was just like himself, an old-fashioned man who liked to live in tents.

As he got closer to the tent, Izzy suddenly heard a fierce quarrel, and the two people in the quarrel, Izzy, were still very familiar with each other, it was Garrosh and his father Gromache.

"Father, you shouldn't have started a glorious duel in Margora while the chief was away, you may not understand the chief's decision, but he was definitely for the good of us orcs! ”

Gromash raised his voice and said, "What do you know? We have killed so many human soldiers and so many brothers in the battle of Red Ridge Mountain, and someone has to avenge these revenge, either us or those little human beings. ”

"But the Chief is right, we must save our people in Draenor first, and this is the right decision!"

"That's just his excuse, I knew when I knew Izzy that he was a great guy, but sometimes he was just too soft-hearted, I dare say, even if he brought all our people in Draenor, he would not continue this war with the humans. ”

Izzy couldn't take it anymore, so he kicked the door open and broke in.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop. As he spoke, Izzy threw the two axes to the bewildered Garrosh, then looked at Gromash and said:

"Gromash Hell roars! You think I'm soft-hearted, yes, I admit it, and I really don't want to continue this pointless war, but definitely not because of anything. ”

As he spoke, Izzy leaned towards Grommash, looked him in the eye, and roared angrily:

"Do you know who helped us get into this world? No, you don't know!"

"Do you know what the man who brought us into this world for? No, you don't know!"

"Do you know what it feels like when I'm forced to obey an enemy of our race, a demon, who wants to use my orcs for the sake of our race's survival?!! my tribe and drag us into a worthless war like a bunch of useful cannon fodder

Izzy clenched his chest, feeling a little breathless.

"No, old friend, you don't know anything, you just ignorantly do what you think is right, but you don't know what kind of choice is really right for all of us. ”

"We all have to make difficult but right decisions for the good of our people. ”

"Since you think I'm not doing well and want to make your own decisions, then I'll give you this opportunity. ”

Izzy showed a serious look and said with a straight face:

"Gromash, Hellroar, if you say a word now, I'm willing to give you the position of chief!"