Izzy stacked two Vikus on top of the mammoth, stacked their heads on top of each other as stools, and sat there watching the final battle on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Garrosh, Mogolin, Kargas, Lanteriso, and King Varlock are all present, and their fighting styles are very different, and the most fierce of them is the King of Vallok.

When the king kills the enemy, the axe swings out, and the enemies are always slain, even against the giant enemy.

Izzy watched the king sweep away with an axe, and dragged out a wide and long sharp cold light with the axe, directly cutting off the six front legs of the three-headed undead elephant man.

The three elephant men were immediately forced to kneel down and crawl on the ground, and then the king backhanded another axe, and the three elephant heads suddenly left their shoulders.

The battle of this tribal veteran may seem to the layman to be bloody and violent, but to the insider, it looks simply pleasing to the eye, and even more exaggerated is that the king still seems to be at ease in battle, exuding a sense of magnificence called toughness.

Izzy looked at it for a while, and only felt that the mountain was looking up, just talking about killing the enemy on the battlefield in a mortal posture, and the combat experience of the veteran of the battlefield of King Sarufar was like a high mountain standing in front of him, which made him breathe and admire.

The kind of combat method that has accumulated in countless battles, Izzy wants to learn, and he feels a little at a loss, and he thinks that he may only be able to see it by practicing it himself.

"It would be nice to have a chance to see Lord Wallock fight with all his might. ”

Izzy sighed and turned his gaze to the others, and he looked at the two younger orcs, Mogolin and Garrosh, respectively.

Mogolin still broke the enemy with his strength as always, sweeping in all directions.

Izzy frowned, a little helpless in his heart, although he had taught him how long he wanted to be good and how short he was to attack the enemy, but in this kind of battle situation, he could completely exercise his shortcomings.

After all, there is an old saying: "Three minutes on stage, ten years off the stage." "Since it's a rare opportunity, it's time to take advantage of it.

Izzy was already thinking about how to teach this stupid cub a lesson when the battle was over, and he looked at Garrosh with relief, even sadness.

"Look at how smart Garrosh is!

Izzy could see that Garrosh had tried to reach the best he could in every way, but he wasn't satisfied with the status quo and was still pushing his limits to reach even more.

And his training method is a little frightened to see Izzy, and the simple description of that method is to set limits for himself in a life-and-death battle.

For example, he will never block, only dodge, or never dodge, and when the enemy attacks, he will face hard!

Izzy watched from afar, fearing that Garrosh would lose his life if he didn't pay attention, but after looking at it for a while, he realized that Garrosh was quite skilled, and it was obviously not the first time he had done so.

"He is ruthless to himself, and he is willing to sacrifice everything for the tribe, is there a more suitable successor than him?"

Izzy was filled with emotion and decided that Garrosh would be able to show his skills in this battle, help him increase his prestige, and prepare for the future.

Thinking of this, Izzy suddenly looked at the battlefield with a hint of strangeness.

"Why is Rantreso so bad? He's hurt?"

Izzy was immediately a little nervous, and no longer cared about whether the captives would be killed by the enemy, so he raised the enemy-devouring greatsword and stepped forward to help.

All that remains of the battlefield is a few undead elephants, but the few remaining ones are clearly the strongest of the mammoths in their lifetimes, and they are heavily armoured, so it's not an exaggeration to say that they are bio-tanks.

Izzy was so anxious that he didn't care about any hidden cards, and he turned his hands into devouring claws, raised his fists, and blasted the heads and helmets of the heavily armored elephants along the way out of their bodies.

In just a few breaths, Izzy arrived at the battle area of Randrizo, and Rantreso and several orc warriors were about to cooperate and prepare to help the heavily armored elephant man rest in peace, but suddenly, only to hear a "click" bone cracking sound, the elephant man's head inexplicably flew into the sky.

Seeing this, Lanteriso frowned and was stunned for a moment, but Izzy had already stepped forward and asked with a nervous expression:

"Brother, your face is so ugly, where are you injured?"

Randreso listened to Izzy's words, and was stunned again, his face darkened at first, and then turned into a strange smile that made Izzy feel familiar.

"Give me a hand, I'm hurt!"

When Izzy heard this, he hurriedly dragged Rantreso's right hand, and Rantreso secretly showed a smile of conspiracy success, and put the fireblade war knife in his right hand under Izzy's head, seemingly unintentionally fanning it.

Izzy had just taken two steps with him on his shoulder, when suddenly his eyes turned white and his face changed drastically.

"Damn, what's that smell?"

Izzy exclaimed, only to feel that he had just been poisoned, a poison called a foul smell, almost like rotten eggs, stinky tofu, canned herring, all the stench he could think of, mixed together, and boiled for hours......

Izzy was so smoked that he wanted to cut off his nose and throw it away, but as soon as he thought of Rantreso being seriously injured, he immediately ignored the stench and carried Rantreso on his shoulders to quickly leave the battlefield and treat him.

Seeing this, Lanteriso didn't understand it at first, so he asked deadly, "Don't you smell anything?"

"The smell is not poisonous, but I am afraid that this smell will greatly damage the morale of our soldiers and make them feel at ease when they rest. ”

Randriso was stunned for a long time: "What and what the hell? That's the smell of my fireblade stabbing into the carrion of the undead elephants, it's not poison!"

When Izzy heard this, nothing else came to mind except Randresso's slut smile, and he suddenly understood the cause and effect.

"Oh, your face is bad because you were smoked, and then you are alone, it is better to be happy, and drag me to experience this sour feeling, right?"

Lantreso watched Izzy's face gradually turn dark, and suddenly became full of men: "Don't be impulsive, I'm really hurt." ”

"Come, show me, where is the injury?"

Rantreso took the hand from Izzy's shoulder, and suddenly crouched on the ground, cocking his hips.

Izzy was stunned, but Randriso made a running posture and flew out like the wind.

"Let you snatch my head! My wound is on the ass!!"

Rantreso's shouts echoed in the wind, and the green tendons on Izzy's head instantly bulged, and it looked like it was about to explode.

"Don't run, labor...... Labor and management are going to beat you out of the and feed you to eat!!"