"Oh!" a cry of pain echoed through the dark cavern, and it was Izzy's voice, of course.

He cast a long-distance teleportation spell when his mental power was insufficient, and as a matter of course, his mental power was drained, and the insufficient part was repaid with his dead brain cells.

At this time, he felt as if his brain stem was being pricked by thousands of thin needles, as if the tingling sensation that appeared after pressing the body part for too long acted on the brain.

"Ahh

Izzy rubbed his temples in pain, feeling a splitting headache, but fortunately, this level of pain was not the worst feeling of overdrawing mental strength, and he remembered the worst situation, it was like poking a soldering iron blender into his head, and he wanted to cut off his head and throw it away.

This level of pain is so common for a warrior that Izzy has lost the pain of his body for a while, and the pain he feels more like proof of his own life.

Izzy felt much better after a moment of pain, he was able to endure the pain, and after pouring himself a potion of mental recovery, he walked over to the unconscious Orgrim and began to examine his injuries.

The way to stop bleeding with a soldering iron is indeed very effective, but the extreme pain is not something that ordinary people can bear, and the wound is also easy to re-infect, even among the orcs, only the bravest warriors will use this torture method to stop the bleeding when they are forced to do so.

Izzy reworked Ogrim's injuries and sat down to regain his mental strength, preparing to give him two more healing spells to heal his wounds, and Ogrim happened to wake up.

"Whoa!"

As soon as he woke up, he let out a cry of pain, and then he looked around nervously, and after understanding that he was out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the condition of the wound on his waist, and laughed loudly:

"Haha! This time I went back, and I added a new 'medal' that I can brag about!"

Izzy, who was meditating, frowned as he listened, and his still thoughts made waves, and he could feel Orgrim's smug expression without even looking.

"Do you remember to eat or not?, I almost lost my life, and it didn't take more than ten minutes for it to blow!" Izzy's meditation was about to be interrupted by the distractions in his mind, and he quickly calmed his mind again.

"Whew, calm, calm, whew, heart, heart like water, heart calm like ice. ”

"Is there anything to eat? Itchy, did you hide what you ate in that corner? Meat is the best, and I don't mind canned food. ”

"Oh yes! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! You almost die, you know? The wounded give me an honest rest! Don't disturb my recovery, the labor and management will have to give you treatment! Or do you want to try how sour the sea water is when we go to the sea?"

Ogrim's voice was like an icebreaker, completely shattering Izzy's calm mind and completely interrupting his meditative state, and Izzy was eager to choke Ogrim's neck and make him return his heart like water.

But at present, the mental power he has recovered seems to be enough, if it is not enough, let Orgrim recover slowly, Izzy has always felt that using magic to treat wounds has the risk of overdrawing his life, after all, the injuries that could only recover in days or even months were recovered in an instant, this miracle cannot be entirely the credit of the power of magic, and the human body must have paid a corresponding price.

He had treated Orgrim and began to cook, and Izzy himself was too hungry to eat, but luckily the food and water hidden here were more than enough to feed a few more people.

Canned meat, canned vegetables, canned fruits, all kinds of canned food under Izzy's secondary cooking, turned decay into magic, Izzy made a stew, and a fruit platter, full of portions, and beautiful and delicious.

The two of them ate so much that they couldn't move, under the seasoning called hunger.

Izzy was not in a hurry to continue his journey, no matter how anxious he was, he also understood that it was not wise to go to sea at night, and that he had a good night's rest to recharge his energy for the rest of the journey.

The roaring bonfire spread a warm glow through the wide cavern, and Izzy had built two perfect camping beds with hay as his mattress and animal skins as sheets, and he was ready to recuperate.

Before he could fall asleep, though, he noticed that Ogrim, who was sleeping on his side, was tossing and turning, apparently because of the pain in his lower back that kept him awake.

Thinking of diverting his attention, Izzy opened his mouth to talk about something.

"Orgrim, why didn't you ask me why I wanted to help the Alliance on this trip?"

Orgrim lay on his side with his back to Izzy, but his voice was clear to Izzy's ears.

"We've known each other for more than ten years, and since we were young, I can feel that you are different from me and Durotan, you always seem to have a firm goal, and you seem to be a blessing from God to give us orcs, so that our lives have become better and better in just a few decades. ”

"You taught us how to raise livestock, so that no one would starve to death in their own homes because of the poor harvest of hunting, and you also taught us the concept of hygiene, so that we no longer suffer from those minor illnesses and pains, and finally you taught us the importance of knowledge, so that our civilization continues to progress. ”

"You always say that it was all the guidance of the elements and the ancestors, but in fact, when the catastrophe struck and the elements and the ancestors were helpless, you survived with us, and everything you did made our days gradually better. ”

"These are the reasons I have no doubt, my friend. ”

Listening to Ogrim's words, Izzy felt as if a glass of concentrated lemon juice had been poured into his nose, and the vision in his eyes began to blur, he hated to have to worry about three-seven-twenty-one, and told Ogrim everything he knew, including his reincarnation, to this close friend.

But he turned his head and thought about how Ogrim would feel if someone told him that he was a created virtual character, and that everything he had was a fake life for others to play.

Izzy's agitated mind gradually calmed down, and he was silent for a long time before he suddenly replied to Orgrim:

"Thank you, Orgrim, for your trust, but I still have to tell you why I'm helping the Coalition. ”

"During this time, you have seen the horror of those undead creatures, so imagine again, if all the people in the alliance countries have become the kind of monsters that are not afraid of death and do not know fear, then can our tribe still be able to stay out of the matter?

There was a gasp "hiss" from Orgrim's side, and Izzy continued, "This is a terrible thing, and I need you to help me make our people aware of this fear and overcome it, which is what I am bringing you into Alliance territory with me this time." ”