Try to anticipate everything before you can better achieve your goals, and Izzy agrees with this point of view, but of course this does not mean that if there is an accident in the plan, it will definitely make him panic.

By this time, Izzy was already planning to get in touch with what he considered to be an important figure in Kargas Bladefist.

The main purpose of the first contact is naturally to achieve friendly relations, and it is best to show favor to such characters who will have a great impact on the plot in the future, hoping that when the fate of the orcs is changed in the future, such people can play a role in achieving their goals.

Thinking of this, Izzy began to hesitate, is Kargas Bladefist an orc who understands Entu, if he is just a brutal orc leader who is completely unprincipled, then is this contact still necessary.

Izzy weighed it, and found that the risk of this matter was a bit unacceptable to him, not to mention that it was very difficult to achieve the goal, and it was also very dangerous, and it was not good, and his life was not guaranteed.

In order to achieve this goal, the first difficulty to face is to leave the safe clan camp and face the dangerous wilderness, and secondly, if you keep up with this team, how can you get past the guards to reach the pale orc, and finally how can you contact the "Kargas", who is still a slave?

"Maybe I can observe for a while, and if I make sure that the conditions allow me to give him a little food, show kindness, and then try to communicate. ”

Izzy, who kept thinking, looked at the sun that was about to set in the sky, and suddenly felt that this matter was not completely uncertain, the arrival of night would not only make the Draenor nocturnal animals start to move, but also make the patrol work of the ogre guards more difficult, and it was well known that the ogre was a lazy creature, even when the war was going on, their guards were not very good.

In addition, nine years also gave Izzy the advantage of exploring the perimeter of the tribe with good visibility and relative safety, which allowed him to find several places where he could hide, including tree holes, caves, and the like, all of which were now sealed off by him with stones or other methods to prevent wild animals from occupying his life-saving area.

What's even more perfect is that even if Izzy doesn't take advantage of this kind of location, the weeds in the Nagrand grassland at this time are nearly half a meter high, and his young body can almost immediately disappear by squatting in the grass.

Thinking of this, Izzy couldn't help but feel confident and made up his mind to start making preparations.

Leave a message on a rock in the tent with charcoal, well? Just say that you are playing near the clan? After thinking about it, Izzy erased the message again, usually I never leave any information, but now it seems unusual.

A small dagger, sharpened from a piece of obsidian, a small backpack filled with fruit and meat, and three bottles of homemade potion to hide the smell, crushed from a grassy grass that smelled very strong.

Izzy wondered if he had missed something, and suddenly something came to mind, and he hurriedly hung a water bag on his body, and after thinking carefully for a while, he was absolutely ready, and left the tent at home.

After a while, Izzy had not gone far and returned, and there seemed to be some certainty in the darkness, and Izzy suddenly picked up a stone that he had used for his workout, which seemed to contain some kind of metal in it, and was unevenly shaped, but it was full of weight and very strong.

"Maybe it can be used to break the shackles. Izzy thought inexplicably, and put the stone in his backpack as well.

Walking to a corner of the clan's wooden wall, Izzy removed a stone slab, revealing a dog hole he had dug himself, and drilled it out, and every time he walked through the dog hole, he would think, "Hey! I think that once I pass through people, I have to go in and out of the dog hole again and again, although no dog really walks through, but this is really uncomfortable!"

For the first time in several years, Izzy had left the clan camp at night, and the grassland outside seemed sunny and green during the day, but at this time only the dark moonlight shone on the grassland, not invisible, but more noticeable was the howling of the beasts, which, to be honest, made him feel a little frightened, and seemed to regret leaving the safety of the camp.

He put one hand on the wall of the clan and looked up at the vast starry sky, endless stars, hanging in the air for three months, this kind of scenery will never be seen on the earth.

Izzy suddenly became excited, his hesitant palms leaving the familiar wooden walls, and he felt an emotion he had never felt before, complete freedom, and a certain yearning for an exciting life.

"Maybe this is an adventure, right? It's even cooler than running away with 13!"

Izzy, who slowly calmed down, opened the first bottle of potion and smeared it on his body, and instantly there was an unpleasant smell of grass all over his body, which was uncomfortable but reassured him, and then he knew where he should go.

The camp site near the relatively comfortable and safe point is nothing more than a small lake along Havalo to the north, and the ogre leader will choose where to spend tonight with a little brain, of course, if he is really stupid and finds a random place to camp, I don't know if the situation is wrong and gives up this operation.

Before he could finish thinking about it, Izzy suddenly saw the light of fire and slapped himself in the face.

"I really overestimated the IQ of these ogres, these guys didn't go far at all, two hours away, they actually camped under a mountain range north of Havalor, there is a river flowing down from the mountain, although this can block the sight of the Fireblade Clan looking here, but these fools are not afraid that the scouts of the Fireblade Clan will find out the situation, and directly take advantage of the night to surround them and wipe them out?"

Thinking of this, Izzy almost immediately became murderous, as long as he reported the situation back, it shouldn't be a big problem to destroy these ogres, but after thinking about it, he gave up this idea again, after all, who would believe the words of a nine-year-old orc child?

After observing the surrounding environment, I have to say that for Izzy, it is really beyond imagination to him, this place he often comes, a little far away, there is a closed hideout, Izzy feels that if it goes well, he can even rescue the pale orcs directly.

He found a fruit tree and climbed it, and his good vision allowed him to see most of the camp clearly.

As expected, the lazy ogre guards were afraid that they would be able to fall asleep after a while, and the slaves were all concentrated in several prison carts made of animal bones and wood, and Izzy looked for the pale orc with obvious characteristics, but strangely did not see him in the prisoner cart where the slaves were concentrated, and looked carefully again, but still could not find him, which made Izzy a little puzzled.

Just as Izzy was puzzled, a cry of pain came from a not-so-good tent in the middle of the humble camp.

Izzy blushed in anger for a moment, and thought to himself: "Damn, this fool Ogre Overseer is torturing the Pale Orcs! He vented his failures during the day on the orc slaves, what a scumbag! No wonder Lao Tzu has never heard of the name Molik, I'm afraid that this ogre will have to play tricks that day." ”

Izzy calmed his mind, he knew that now was not the best time to act, he needed to wait, wait for the ogre guards to fall asleep, wait for the two-headed ogre to stop torturing the pale orcs, all he needed was patience.

Time passed slowly, and Izzy was surprised to find that the cries of pain of the pale orcs could no longer be heard in the tent, only the sounds of whipping and various insults remained.

He thought to himself, "Could it be that he was killed? This is too ruthless! Could it be that this orc is not Kargas?"

Thinking about these questions, a figure was thrown out of the tent.

"Stay away from my tent with this filthy damn orc! Damn it! How dare you spit on me! Tie him up to the prison cart for me! Don't let him die, I'll torture him slowly when I get back to the Hammer Arena." Right head: "Torture! Watch him be torn apart!"

After the two-headed ogre finished speaking, the two ogre guards who stood guard dragged the pale orc to the prisoner cart, and casually got a rope to tie the pale orc there.

Apparently they felt that such a weak dog-like orc could not have any more strength to escape.

Leaving behind the almost lifeless pale orcs, the two ogres return to their posts.

In the dead of night, Izzy felt that his chance had come, he quickly lay down from the fruit tree, quietly approaching the direction of the prisoner car, where the four ogres all slept like dead pigs, around the campfire, the only thing to pay attention to was a temporary watchtower in the distance, the relatively focused awake ogre.

By this time, even the slaves in the prison cart were all asleep, and Izzy lay in the grass and slowly approached the dying pale orc leaning on the wheel of the prison cart.

Nagrand, known as the "Land of the Winds", has a never-ending breeze at night, which is also the perfect cover for Izzy's infiltration, and the rustling sound completely obscures the sound of Izzy crawling

Izzy smoothly crawled to the pale orc's side, looking at the pale orc in front of him, with open skin and flesh, blue nose and swollen face, not very old, should be 15 to 20 years old, the severe injury made it difficult to accurately judge his age, and also caused him to pass out.

Izzy opened the water bag and slowly poured it into his mouth, the pale orc's dry body instinctively swallowed the water that had not been replenished for a long time, and the pale orc's body trembled as if it was about to wake up.

Izzy quickly put down the water bladder and covered his mouth, holding a finger on his mouth in a silent gesture.

Although the pale orc was badly injured, he opened an eye that was not swollen, and the pale orc understood what Izzy meant, and Izzy continued to feed him water to drink, and after drinking the last drop of water in the water bag, the pale orc, who still seemed to be a little thirsty, looked at Izzy longingly.

Izzy had to make a helpless gesture to say that there was no more.

Izzy leaned in and whispered, "I'm a member of the Fireblade Clan tribe you passed through during the day, the son of the Sword Saint Yushuro, what's your name?"

The pale orc slowly regained some strength, his eyes revealed a hint of strangeness, and he looked at the orc child in front of him, and he replied in a low voice: "My name is Kargas, I don't have a clan, I was born in prison. ”

Hearing this, there was nothing unusual on the surface, and his heart was already happy, and as he expected, he hurriedly continued: I am here to help you, I saw the battle during the day, and I also saw the last look in your eyes when you left, I know that you long for freedom, right?

Kargas immediately showed a surprised expression when he heard this, but he trembled in pain due to the injury on his face.

"Will you help me?" It was hard to imagine an older orc addressing an orc child who was a little younger than himself by the honorific title "you", and it was clear from his language how much Kargas longed for freedom, and the longing in his eyes almost immediately made Izzy feel guilty, after all, he had come here with the idea of giving grace to others.

"Yes, I'm here for the sole purpose of rescuing these fellow orcs. Izzy opened his eyes and said nonsense.

With that, he untied his backpack and took out the food inside, signaling Kargas to eat quietly. Kargas nodded, and when he saw the food he had never eaten, he slowly ate it with tears in his eyes.

Izzy is actually very entangled in his heart now, to be honest, he didn't really want to save Kargas at first, he just wanted to give a favor, and then deliberately attracted the attention of the guards and ran away directly, and when Kargas went through hardships in the future and established the Broken Hand Clan, he would use this favor to expand his influence, but now looking at Kargas in front of him, who didn't know if he could live to see the sun tomorrow, Izzy was shaken.

With a gritting of his teeth, Izzy made up his mind that he couldn't look at such a thing and remain indifferent, and when these people were not a CG or a program, but some fleshy real people, Izzy felt that his previous thoughts were so cruel that they were not human.

He reached for an obsidian dagger to cut the rope around Kargas's neck, and looked down to notice that Kargas had the same triangular spiral mark on his left palm as in the Lord of War trailer, and a steel ring on his wrist, which was used to attach to a specific shackle.

"That must have been used on a specific shackle in the lower part of the arena, but fortunately it wasn't right now, otherwise it would have been removed if you really had something to eat. Izzy thought silently.

Kargas chewed slowly and quietly finished eating the food brought by Izzy, feeling that even though his body was in tatters, it had never been so powerful, silently looked at Izzy with grateful eyes, and nodded excitedly.

Izzy was thinking about how best to free Kargas, and after a while, he had already thought of a plan, first open the prisoner cart, then set fire to create chaos, take Kargas with him to the nearest hiding place, and then take Kargas back to the tribe at dawn.

Thinking of it, Izzy whispered to Kargas about his plans, thought about it again, took out the workout stone from his backpack, used the rope that bound Kargas to find a wooden stick to make a simple stone hammer, handed it to Kargas, and whispered to him that the main goal is to escape, don't fight, and don't let hatred affect you.

Young Kargas nodded.

Izzy looked up at the prisoner carts, the rudimentary prisoner carts made of bone and wood looked vulnerable, it should not be difficult to destroy, he tried to find the door of the prisoner cart, but found that the prisoner cart had no door, for the ogre, it was not difficult for them to destroy the prisoner cart, for the weak slaves in the prisoner cart, this prisoner cart was an insurmountable barrier.

Spat in his hand, Izzy had an idea, he used an obsidian dagger to cut a few knots used to hold the bone cage in place, the cage was estimated to fall apart with a few pushes, and then swaggered over to the campfire surrounded by the four ogres, these fools really slept worse than dead pigs, picked up a few torches and returned to Kargas and handed him a few, giving him a look.

Amazed by Izzy's intelligence, Kargas took a few torches, and together the two began to set fire to the few tents.

Seeing that the wind was fueling the fire, several tents immediately burst into flames, and Izzy immediately shouted, "It's on fire! It's on fire!" On the way to shouting, he and Kargas rushed out of the camp together, running with their heads down in one direction.

Izzy didn't even think it was fun, these ogres were so stupid and outrageous, the plan went smoothly beyond imagination, the corners of Izzy's mouth involuntarily curled, and his heart was triumphant.

Suddenly, a black shadow leaped up from the grass behind Izzy's right, swift as lightning, and swooped down on Izzy from behind, Izzy didn't even know what it was, but fell into a panic, and then heard only a "thud".

He regained his freedom, and got up in terror, looking carefully at what it was that almost killed him.

It was a lizard-like creature, and when he saw it clearly, Izzy turned pale with fright, it was a rare stream lurker!

"Is this really rare?"

Izzy knew that his orc mother was like a vegetative person because of this creature, and it was no different from death in one bite, and Izzy, who was terrified, looked at Kargas behind him gratefully, and sincerely thanked him:

"Thank you for saving my life, Kargas. ”

Kargas stretched out his palm and pulled Izzy up and said, "This is nothing compared to what you have done, thank you, Izzy!"

Then they arrived at the hiding place, a hidden cave, the entrance of the cave was made of mud and dead grass by Izzy very tightly, opened the entrance a few times, blew a fire fold made by himself, checked for wild animals inside, and after confirming that it was safe, they hid inside.

Then just wait until dawn, Izzy asked Kargas, "What are your plans next, if not, return to the Blade Clan with me, Kargas."

Kargas sat on the ground tiredly, his shoulders trembling, and he began to cry.

"Yes, he's not the indomitable Kargas of the propaganda film after all, he's just a young orc now, and he's never experienced what it's like to be free.

"Thank you, thank you, Izzy!" the somewhat incoherent Kargas repeated the words of gratitude.

After a long night, Izzy, who couldn't sleep because of the cold, felt for the first time that it didn't seem all bad to come into this world.