I'm not that kind of orc

"Ah, it's Elder Sister Alisa!" Arsena suddenly noticed Princess Alisa on the steps, and was about to go somewhere, "I'll go say hello!"

"Hey, don't be stupid!" I quickly grabbed her, "Didn't you hear what Roland said? These are just projections, and she won't be able to see you even if you walk in front of her."

"The steps are also phantoms, idiots who can't walk in front of her!" Feilan sneered from the side, "Have you never seen projection spells?"

"Okay, be quiet first! The summoning process has passed, and the envoys will enter the venue soon." Roland reminded, "Stand aside."

We all shut our mouths, and turned our heads to look at the open palace gate.

I was looking forward to it, and I was obviously the tallest among several people, but I couldn't help standing on tiptoe.

I am so looking forward to this day.

Although I couldn't meet the queen in person, the scene in front of me still proves that my efforts have somewhat reversed the misunderstanding of our race in this country, and let the elves who have been keeping our envoys out of the door temporarily put down their twisted thoughts. Prejudice and excessive defensiveness, willing to try to reach our envoys.

As long as Her Majesty has agreed to the peace proposal as Roland said, it doesn't matter whether I or the tribe's envoy are the ones to meet.

As long as it turns out well.

The impatient mood prolongs the sense of time, and I can clearly feel the heartbeat in my chest becoming rapid because of the tension, like a drum playing towards the climax.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw a few figures entering the palace hall from outside the gate—to be precise, from the boundary of the projection field.

Six elf guards form a hexagonal formation to surround the visiting messengers in the center.

I frowned slightly, because at a glance, I found that there was not only one envoy in the middle, but a whole seven of them.

Strange, do you need so many people as a visiting envoy representing a tribe? Six male orcs dressed as warriors walked together in a neat line, with uniform movements and strides, and then walked in front of them as the leading representatives. yes……

The moment I saw it clearly, I held my breath.

"Hey, is that... a female orc?" Feilan suddenly asked out of the corner of her eye, and raised her hand to point at the team.

"Really, it's the first time I've seen it." Arsena also noticed the leading emissary, "Huh? Female orcs are similar to us humans, their physique looks very well-proportioned, oh, this muscle line It's really smooth, not bad!"

"The difference is big, okay! Don't use yourself as a reference, muscular girl!" Feilan glanced at her.

"Because he is a paladin!" Arsena puffed out her chest proudly.

"Human women...it's hard to grow to that size." Angelica added calmly, then whispered, "The hair quality and skin color are also different, and... fangs. Right, Brock?" she said, turning her face to look up, and then noticed the dullness in my eyes, "What's wrong, Brock?"

"Igna?" I stared at the figure and murmured.

Epilogue: Shadow of War (4)

Curly black hair like waves, amber eyes and dark tan skin like my mother, and that cold face that I am very familiar with.

For a moment, I felt that the figures around me disappeared, and it seemed that only she was left walking towards this side with steady steps in the whole world.

"...K! Brock!"

"what?"

The repeated calling and tugging from Angelica brought me back to my senses.

"You know that person?" Angelica looked a little nervous.

"Um, yeah..." I replied absently.

"This reaction doesn't seem to be an ordinary relationship, you're all dumbfounded." Roland also stood here, and interjected meaningfully, "Could it be..." She narrowed her eyes suddenly, "Ex-lover?"

"Really, really?" Angelica's voice suddenly became sharp.

"Mr. Bullock, please explain carefully!" Alsena suddenly grabs my shoulder seriously and brings her face closer.

"Hey, can you please control your hand strength first?"

This slap made my shoulder ache... What is this girl doing all of a sudden?

"How, how is it possible! How can he have a girlfriend with his ugly face!" Even Feilan folded her hands nervously, and glanced at me sideways, "Impossible, impossible !"

"What are you guessing?" I felt bewildered, and looked around at them, "That's my own sister!"

"Huh... so it's my sister." Angelica somehow let go of the corner of my clothes with a sigh of relief.

"I just said no!" Feilan smiled happily.

I'm really sorry!

How could this girl be so happy once she hurt me?

"Mr. Bullock's sister?" Arsena's eyes suddenly lit up, and she was about to step forward, "Then I have to go up and say hello..."

"I said, are you being stupid on purpose or are you really sick?" I grabbed her helplessly.

"That is to say, you are staring at your own sister in a daze?" Roland looked at me teasingly, "Aren't you a sister lover like my sister?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" Feilan on the other side immediately gave a warning bark. If there were not three people in the middle, she would have rushed towards Roland and bit him.

Of course, we all tacitly ignored her.

"No, I just feel a little strange why she appears here." I frowned and expressed my doubts.

"Huh? Since it's your sister, is there anything wrong with representing your tribe?" Roland asked.

"However, she married another clan five years ago. We..." I paused, "We haven't seen each other for five years."

After hearing this, Roland also became serious. Knowing our orc customs, she should have noticed the problem: there are also intermarriages between different orc tribes. The clan surname used externally will also change accordingly.

Weird suspicions began to spread between us.

At this time, Igna, who was in the palace, and a few followers behind her had stopped and began to salute the Queen—they raised their fists with their right hands and bowed slightly in front of them. This is the military salute of our orcs.

"Thank you for your visit, honorable elf queen." Igna said in a flat but bright enough voice, "I am Igna Shouya, and I am here for the Bloodaxe clan that resides in Wallis Valley."

Hearing this last name, I once again felt a twinge in my heart.

Igna no longer belongs to our clan, she now belongs to the Shouya clan, and it is against the rules to represent other clans.At this moment, she appeared in this country for the sake of the Bloodaxe clan, which is quite unimaginable.

But the elves at the scene obviously didn't understand our tradition, and no one questioned it.

The herald lady looked respectfully at the Queen, as if waiting for her instructions.

However, the queen just waved her hand, and the female officer showed a slightly surprised expression.

The queen turned her face to look at Princess Alyssa beside her, who nodded wordlessly. Then the queen turned her face to the envoys in the middle of the hall: "I am also honored to meet you, guests from afar, welcome! To our capital, Northerling." Her solemn and clear voice echoed in the palace.

"Your Majesty is willing to talk in person!" Roland's expression was a little overjoyed.

I understand that under normal circumstances, the queen seems to let the herald speak for her. It is a special courtesy for the queen to talk to the guests in person.

"It's hard to travel all night." The queen greeted.

"No, your country's chariots and horses are very stable, but they are a bit slow. If possible, we would actually rather drive the horses over in person, so that we can see Your Majesty earlier." Igna responded calmly, and suddenly her voice sank. Straight to the point, "We have waited too long for this meeting."

After a moment of silence, the Queen said, "I know why you are here, and I am deeply sorry for what happened in the past."

When I heard this sentence, I felt my heart was touched, and my breathing quickened involuntarily.

The Queen has formally stated her position that she will be willing to accept a peace proposal.

Igna didn't speak.

The queen continued: "Now I must admit that we overreacted to you who suddenly appeared on the border of Saidian. Past history and feuds prevented us from treating this matter calmly and objectively. Regarding this, please Allow me to apologize. Now, Sedian wants to hear your voices."

I swallowed my throat, which was a little dry due to tension.

Only one step away.

This is the opportunity for dialogue that our clan has been waiting for.

All we need is a promise, a trust, a non-aggression pact, so that we can live in that land without being displaced.

Everyone focused their attention on Igna.

Igna looked up at the elf queen on the throne, breathed a sigh of relief, and pondered for a long time.

Finally she laughed softly: "Huh..."

This short, incomprehensible laugh was out of place, like a distasteful ghost, it floated back and forth in the echoing palace hall for a while, breaking the solemn atmosphere that had been created with great difficulty.

I sense something is wrong.

Then, Igna said, "It's really surprising. After we have experienced so many unreasonable expulsions and rejections, are you finally willing to give us this opportunity to have a dialogue...?"

This is completely different from the previous one, and the obviously ironic wording has a weird atmosphere, which makes the atmosphere of the scene take a turn for the worse.

Igna... was talking about something.

I felt a burst of surprise, and looked up the steps.

The Queen still sat still, although Princess Alisa beside her had begun to show a little bewildered expression, and the female officials below looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This is not charity, but our sincerity." The Queen's response was still calm, "We are talking on equal footing."

Igna, however, shook her head.

"There is no such thing as an equal dialogue in this world, my lord. In the face of the weak, the strong will always have more choices. Even if a seemingly equal dialogue is established, it is only the dignity of the strong giving to the weak." There was some disdain in her voice. "Because Saidian is much stronger than the declining Bloodaxe clan, your Majesty, you can freely choose when to refuse, and when to show mercy and give us this kind of equal dialogue, isn't it?"

Roland suddenly turned to look at me, and I read from her eyes exactly the same words as my heart at the moment: What's going on?

Igna's words continued: "But, queen of elves, have you ever thought about what would happen when this power gap is reversed?" She suddenly narrowed her eyes , Those cold eyes shot out sharpness, making people think of the beast before the pounce for no reason.

This time, the thorns in the words were already obvious, like a scorpion raising its long tail—although it has not yet stinged, it is enough for people to see the shocking barb.

Tu Qiangjian's words made the atmosphere tense like a string.

"Protect Your Majesty!" An elf military officer dressed as a ranger wearing a half silver mask suddenly stood up and shouted at the guards below.

"Form up!" The leading knight wearing a silver mask rushed to the steps, shouting an order, the voice was very familiar - it was Miria, she seemed to be in charge of the security work for this meeting today.

The guards in the hall immediately rushed up the steps and lined up together. The shields joined each other to form a wall. The archers took arrows and put their bows on the steps in the back row.

Half of the guards remained below. They drew their swords and scimitars at their waists, formed a circle around the envoys, and formed a square formation with halberds to send the envoys to the six guards. He also turned the direction and pointed the tip of the halberd at the seven orcs while maintaining a distance.

In an instant, swords were on the verge of breaking out.

I was completely stunned.

Facing the countless blades and arrows aimed at her, Igna remained unmoved.

"This time, I am here on behalf of the six tribes!" She raised her head and shouted forcefully, "Shouya Clan!"

As soon as the words were finished, behind her, a male orc who followed suddenly pulled out a roll of cloth standing at his waist and stretched it out.

It was a flag with a pattern of an open mouth with rows of sharp fangs printed on it, which was the totem of the Shouya clan.