It's spring again, and this year's spring is coming very late, and Izzy has already set off for this spring's Kshhag festival with the main members of Havalo and cartloads of supplies.

Walking on the Nagrand grasslands in spring, the grassland is picturesque and beautiful, but this beautiful scenery makes Izzy feel extremely guilty.

He failed to save this world after all, and he may even make the end of this world worse than the original fate.

In the canonical history, due to the lack of knowledge about teleportation spells, Naozu used teleportation spells indiscriminately, which eventually led to the entire planet of Draenor being torn apart into countless debris floating in the universe, forming an area called the Outlands, but even then, it was somewhat preserved in the Nagrand Meadows, the "pearl" of Draenor.

And now, if nothing else, sooner or later, the world where Izzy is located will be swallowed up by evil energy and turned into an endless desert, such a result makes Izzy feel extremely painful, and he begins to wonder, what is he fighting desperately for?

"Chief, are you alright?" Gatloca's contemplation interrupted Itch's musings, and Izzy looked back at him with worried eyes along with Mogolin.

Izzy looked at their brown skins and looked back at the other brown-skinned orcs in this unit, feeling much more comfortable.

"Their efforts are worth it, at least the orcs are on the right path under their own leadership. ”

Izzy cheered himself up in his heart, and at this time they had also arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain of Voshugu.

An old warrior of the Frostwolf Clan was guarding the door at the gate of the camp, and when he saw Izzy and the others, he immediately showed a simple smile on his face, and said with a smile:

"Yo! Havalore's Fireblade Orcs and Broken Hand Orcs are finally here, and everyone thinks that this year's spring will be a good time, and they all arrive early, just because you 'protagonists' will appear. ”

Izzy smiled and turned over and jumped off the wolf, and said with a smile: "There are more materials to prepare this year, so the road has been delayed, but you guessed it right, this Keshhag Festival is indeed a blessing." ”

The entire Kshhag camp was heated by the arrival of Izzy and the others, and Izzy was strange because the Frostwolf Clan had arrived, but he didn't see Durontan's figure.

At this time in previous years, Durotan would bring a large number of exquisite ingredients to appear at the first time, and Durontan's clan inheritance tomahawk "Frost Wolf's Bite" is still here, and now it has been successfully strengthened, in this case, it is really strange that Durotan can't see the figure.

Izzy wasn't worried about something happening to Durotan, and if something happened to him, the Frostwolf Chieftain, the old warrior at the door would definitely talk to Izzy, and it would be impossible for him to be so happy.

Izzy didn't know what to do, and when he had settled down his people, he went to Durotan again.

Meanwhile, at a table at a campfire banquet in the Voshugu camp, the young Frostwolf Chief and the new heir of the Hammer of Doom were roasting fires, eating meat, and chatting.

Durotan held a huge roasted beef skewer, his mouth was full of oil, and he said, "This peace has not come easily, my friend. ”

Orgrim took a gulp of Havalo beer and said, "yes." As she spoke, Orgrim sighed heavily.

Durotan sighed when he understood why his friend was doing, and Durotan spoke:

"My friend, you don't have to be like this, your father and Izzy, they are both fighting for what they think is right, and it is a fact that Uncle Terka died honorably, and it is a fact that you should hold your head high, and not sigh as you do now. ”

Orgrim whispered back, "Durontan, my friend, you are very smart, but you don't know everything, and I have long seen this. ”

"My father kept his oath, but I think it was wrong, he didn't betray his own clan, but he betrayed our race and helped the traitors enslave our people, as the lieutenant of the Blackstone chief, I don't think he should let his chief go that way. ”

Orgrim paused, then said, "I just don't know what to do with Izzy's apologetic look. ”

"You know, in that fight, I was actually deliberately knocked unconscious by Izzy, I expected him to win, I expected my father, like me, to leave his life behind and use it for the right cause, but he didn't, I don't know how to deal with it. ”

Speaking of which, Ogrim seemed a little hysterical, the guilt of his father, the guilt of betraying the clan, and the idea of sticking to the right position, these emotions made Ogrim deeply conflicted, and the words he had been holding back in his heart were now bursting like a dam, and they were out of control.

Durotan suddenly laughed and spoke, "Orgrim, my friend, you remind me of what my father said to me in the last moments of his life. ”

As he spoke, Durontan's eyes began to blur, as if he were in the scene, returning to the moment when Garrard was dying.

"Before my father died, his greatest regret was that of my eldest brother Fenris, who told me that he had made the wrong choice to be in the company of the degenerate, to indulge in great power, but to abandon his own glory and duty. ”

He told me that there is nothing more important than making the right choice by remembering this lesson, choosing your own path, and choosing for yourself. ”

Durotan came back to his senses, slapped his powerful palm on Orgrim's shoulder, and said with a fierce look in his eyes, "You made what you think was the right choice, and I believe that Uncle Terka's heroic soul will be proud of you when he sees your actions." ”

Ogrim's words made him feel much better, and he grabbed a leg of lamb, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously, as if in this way, to show his cheering up mentality.

"Suck it!"

Orgrim's chewing motion was cut short by a slight seductive sound, and like a statue, he could barely continue to eat the pieces of meat in his mouth, and Durotan noticed the sound, and the young frostwolf's nose kept stirring, and he smelled a mouth-warming fragrance in the air.

The two of them were completely intrigued, and the meat in their mouths now felt like chewing wax, and they couldn't help but walk towards the tempting trap, and in a few moments, they joined a crowd of orcs, all with a common goal.

It will be the center of this feast, Havalo's gastronomic feast.

Durotan couldn't wait to walk ahead, and Orgrim followed him, looking a little hesitant, and it didn't take long for them to arrive outside of a special tent, which was filled with a group of diners who made a "suck, suck", and what was special was that it was full of famous and powerful warriors.

Durotan saw the warsong chieftain who he hated and admired, and gave him a defiant look, but was ignored by Grommash, the warsong chief didn't have time to care about him now, he kept sucking the noodles, taking a few sips, and he was burned to open his mouth and exhale white air, but he was so hot that he was happy, and his face was full of satisfaction.

Durotan and Orgrim swallowed a saliva together and walked to the tent, Durotan walked in first, and saw Izzy cooking at a glance, Durotan shouted directly:

"Boss, bring me a bowl of stuff they suck outside. ”

Izzy smiled and replied, "Come on!"

Durotan looked back and found that Orgrim's people were gone, it was obvious that he was still outside the tent and did not come in, Ogrim's performance made Durontan angry, he scolded and walked out, Izzy was a little confused, and then he heard the abuse outside.

"You squirming black stone stupid big man, how do you look like an eggless bird quail!"

As he spoke, Durotan pulled a tall figure in, and Izzy didn't look up, but said loudly with a smile: "The new oily noodles are full and delicious, do you want a bowl of it, brother?"

Ogrim seemed to finally relax, and let out a loud voice: "One bowl is enough, give me three bowls first!"

Durotan looked at Mo Golin who was eating noodles on the side, and swallowed a saliva viciously: "Then bring me three bowls too!"