The ogre race is stupid and greedy, and when they get benefits, they want to get more, so the events of the Black Scar Clan last year did not make those ogres restrain themselves, but they intensified their efforts.

Izzy stood by the watchtower, looking at the dense crowd of giant fat men outside the Blackstone Fortress, there were really enough of them, maybe a few ogre tribes in Golrond had come.

However, Izzy was not worried about anything, in the face of the strong walls, the ogres who could not make siege equipment would not be able to enter at all, and they might want to starve the orcs in the Blackstone fortress.

This spring's Kshhag festival will be another unquiet holiday, and the fury of the orcs has begun to burn.

Once is not enough, they want to come a second time, this time even the ancestral spirits will be furious and let us kill them, hurt them, otherwise, there will never be a peaceful Keshhag festival again.

Only now do the orcs understand that the "Blood River War" has not stopped, and if they do not kill all these greedy ogres with rivers of blood and weeping and wailing, they will never understand how undesecrated such a festival is for orcs.

Izzy condensed a vapor bomb and threw it from the watchtower on top of a bunch of ogres who were using a chunk log as a battering ram, and their flesh was splattered, and soon another group of ogres came up.

Izzy scoffed, looking at the steel gate, and Izzy thought that it might be stronger than the wall, and that they might be better off hitting the wall than banging on the door.

Izzy regained his spirits cross-legged, and when he put a few more spells later, he wouldn't do this kind of annoying harassment when he scared them.

The people in the Blackstone clan are now panicking, although they know that the city will not be broken yet, but the sound of the impact from the door every day makes people panic involuntarily, which is what Izzy is most worried about, although most of the orcs are brave and good at fighting, but the main force of the clan is no longer there, and it is still a little difficult to control the situation.

Izzy stood up, looking at the wounded ogres, he decided to try the actual combat use of the magic hand he had originally thought of, condensed a magic hand and floated towards a disemboweled ogre, and was about to open his wound and help him dry it, the magic hand disappeared immediately after touching the ogre.

Sure enough, it's still not that good, and Izzy probably understands that this is the feeling of being resisted.

Izzy left the watchtower and stood in the shaking doorway, and he decided to make a big move this time, giving them a chrysanthemum tattoo, and of course taking care not to damage the gate.

Izzy gathered all his strength, put his hands on the ground, used up almost all his energy and mental power, listened to the constant screams outside the door, and the sound of stopping impacts, and walked back to the watchtower to watch the results of his battle.

It's okay, at least a few ogres who hit the door with battering rams are injured, and Izzy just wants to keep them injured and not dead now, if they continue like this, there will be more injuries, and then these fools can be dragged down.

After living like this for another two days, Izzy was surprised to feel that the atmosphere in the Blackstone Fortress had changed from panic to righteous indignation, and he was locked up in his own home, listening to the annoying sound of the door every day, and the orcs were going crazy.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and a small boat returned with a message.

"Attack at dawn tomorrow!Destroyer Blackhan. "There is no doubt about the mark of the patriarch on the information, all the warriors of the clan have begun to sharpen their knives, and they let their wolf companions eat less, so that they can feast on it tomorrow.

Izzy and Randreso also made their own preparations, maintaining their weapons, and Izzy even got a decent piece of standard armor from Old Tabona.

He felt like an orc infantry in a game now, and he took off that horned hat that somewhat obscured his vision, he wouldn't take this to the battlefield, it didn't play a protective role, and it made him uncomfortable.

Izzy found a sharp knife and shaved his head, which made him feel refreshed and boundless, and he silently had a kind of confidence in his heart to add a critical blow.

The next thing is to rest well, be patient, and tomorrow's challenge.

Izzy was lying on the blanket, he couldn't sleep at all, tomorrow would be the first time he participated in a large-scale battle, although the orcs were only qualified to fight the ogres at the age of 16, but this time in the Blackstone Clan, no one stopped him, and at the moment of life and death, the orcs who could take up arms had to try their best to fight for themselves.

He couldn't help but think of the CG of the game he watched on Earth, what to do when facing his first battle? Izzy couldn't help but think of what Terka said, focusing on killing the enemy in front of him, and he still didn't understand what to do if he faced a sneak attack from behind.

Sighing, reality doesn't always make us fully prepared, he will only come mercilessly when it is time to come, Izzy shook his head, and looked at his devouring greatsword at the firelight.

"Yes, I'm ready, you crave blood, so be ready to drink the blood of your enemies. Izzy muttered to himself at his broadsword, he couldn't tell if it was a delusion, but he thought it was happy, and he couldn't wait, hungry.

In the darkness again, with neither sunlight nor moonlight, the warriors of the Blackstone Fortress had gathered at the gate, and today an old elder would lead them into the midst of the enemy.

The old man, named Rockbell Mad Eye, came from the name because he had only one eye, and on the other eye, there was a scar covering half of his face, and it is said that when he was young, he was so injured that he killed countless enemies in a frenzy, and all the enemies who saw the one-eyed one eye died miserably, and he fainted in the battle after the victory, and was finally rescued.

At this time, the elderly warrior looked radiant and energetic, and Izzy even saw an ecstatic smile on his mouth.

There would be no pre-battle speech for this battle, because it was a raid, but the veteran soldier just stood on the stage and looked at the fighters with a smile on his face.

The warriors also looked up at him, and the smile that covered the whole face, the warriors fell silent.

I don't know who started with it, and everyone started smiling, and they all started laughing in low voices.

The old orc carried a battle banner of the Blackstone Clan, passed through the crowd, walked to the gate, and quietly waited for the signal.

The sound of the horn sounded just as the sun was rising, and the gate of the clan slowly opened, and the old orc, with a battle flag in one hand and a battle axe in the other, roared:

"Fight for Honor!!"

All the orc warriors let out a battle cry and rushed out, the battle was already going on outside, the ogre's left flank was caught off guard by the clan warriors led by Blackhan, and when they began to rush to Blackhan's side, behind them, the troops of Terka Doomhammer appeared, all wolf knights.

They are interspersed and unstoppable, at this time the warriors in the Blackstone clan also arrived, endured for many days, one by one the orc warriors were furious, screaming and rushing over, this battle has been decided from the beginning, the victory is in hand, Blackhan is indeed an excellent master tactician, inside and outside, under the attack on three sides, the ogres have been devastated.

Izzy was the last orc to rush out of the gate, no way, the front row had to be given to the people of the Blackstone Clan, he pursued his goal, and saw a young orc warrior knocked to the ground by an ogre, Izzy rushed forward without hesitation, slashed with a sword, and gave him a broken leg from the side, note that it was not a broken tendon.

The ogre, who had raised the hammer, could no longer hurt the young orc warrior, and he was stomped on the head by Izzy's right foot that condensed the energy of the earth, and Izzy frowned, feeling that he would never do it again.

Then Izzy heard the screaming wind on the right, he didn't want to, he raised his sword to block, and the sound of "duang" was knocked out, and Izzy flew out two meters before he regained his footing, just now, if he didn't intend to jump to the left, this time it might kill him directly.

He looked at his opponent, the ogre, who was twice as tall as himself, Izzy's hands were numb, he moved his fingers, he didn't rush forward recklessly, such an opponent, it would be stupid to fight hard.

Izzy usually deals with such a tall monster-like enemy, and will lose his balance first, and it is better to let him lie on the ground, and he can give him a fatal blow.

"Smash it all over, little one!"

Izzy immediately complained in his heart, "Are you going to say this?" The ogre rushed over, wielding his weapon that I don't know if it was a stone sword or a stick, and slashed at Izzy like a Tarzan top, Izzy dodged to the left, and a lava blast was pasted on his bent face, this ogre was quite experienced in combat, he raised his sword to block it.

Izzy felt a little tricky, it was obviously an experienced ogre warrior, and he swung his sword at his calf, and the ogre nimbly stepped back to dodge the attack, and the two sides fell into a standoff again.

Suddenly, Izzy saw the young warrior he had just saved, got up, roared loudly and rushed towards the ogre warrior, who was clearly attracted to attention.

Izzy immediately rushed forward and stabbed straight into the ogre's chest, the ogre was relatively experienced in parrying, he raised his sword blade flat, and blocked Izzy's blow, but his thigh was hit by the young warrior's axe, blood gushed out, Izzy seized the opportunity to give him a skull, this ogre actually swept the stone sword directly, and sent the enemy-devouring greatsword that Izzy swung towards his head and flew out.

Izzy knew that there was no chance, so he hurriedly retreated to the big sword he had inserted in the ground, and the small shield in his left hand blocked the returning stone sword, although Izzy retreated quickly, he was still grazed by the tip of the stone sword, and his left hand hurt greatly, and Izzy didn't know if he was broken.

Izzy frowned, if you don't let me retrieve my sword, I'll kill you!

The ogre knelt down and clutched his lower body like a shrimp, a pain that no creature could bear, and the young orc warrior on the other side slashed at his neck, and the ogre's huge head fell to the ground.

Izzy drew his broadsword and nodded to the orc warrior, and the two separated in search of their next target.

Izzy felt his left forearm, the sharp pain just now slowly disappeared, there should be no fracture, and looked at the white mark on the shield, his mother's small shield was still powerful.

Izzy just showed a smile, and a bow and arrow flew in, which frightened him with a small shield to cover his face, and flicked the bow and arrow away with a ding, and Izzy, who had walked before the ghost gate, looked in the direction of the bow and arrow, and was speechless for a moment.

"WTF?" You three-meter-tall ogre pinched a small bow and put a dark arrow there?, Izzy's anger instantly exploded, and he rushed at the obscene ogre with his sword, he only wanted to dismantle him now.

When the ogre saw Izzy rushing over, he wanted to turn around and run away, but Izzy rushed up to give him a chill, drew his sword, and quickly rushed towards an ogre surrounded by orcs, and the ogre was holding a big iron shield, hard as a tortoise.

The surrounding warriors didn't take him, Izzy condensed an earth protrusion, so that the ogre suddenly lifted 1.5 meters and then fell, the frightened ogre, fell and sat on the ground, Izzy waved his left hand, used the sharp horn of the shield to give him a slit in his throat, breathe, and went to continue looking for the next target.

Izzy was still watching, and suddenly felt a creepy palpitation, dense goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck, and he hurriedly used the horizontal side of the big sword to block the attack from behind, and Izzy was directly shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood, and rolled several times before stopping.

Enduring the pain, he immediately crouched down to look at the position, an ogre with a cobblestone hammer had just given him a blow from behind, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and finally felt a little better, and Izzy immediately crouched on the ground, holding his sword flat.

The ogre raised his hammer and blasted over, and Izzy kept rolling to dodge the attack, as if he felt that the stone hammer could not hit Izzy, which made the ogre a little impatient, and he kicked the rolling Izzy.

A cold light flashed in Izzy's eyes, and with a swing of his flat sword, he cut off his entire calf, and while the ogre fell to the ground, the enemy-devouring sword came down from above, like a tiger's head, and solved the ogre.

The loess earth was already stained red with blood, but the battle continued.