I'm not that kind of orc

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to put on the mask.

"Why are you wearing this mask?" I suddenly felt a little puzzled by her behavior, and said outright, "Isn't that half of the face pretty?"

Tolivia stopped holding the mask.

Then, she stared at me coldly: "Are you mocking me, orc? You're so kind!"

"I'm just telling the truth. Shouldn't the scars left by heroic battles be proof of bravery? I don't understand why you want to cover them up."

That's right, in our orc culture, the scars left by heroic battles are meritorious.

Tolivia frowned suddenly, and looked back and forth at Roland and me with a strange expression, as if wondering what kind of medicine we were selling in our gourd.

In the end, she put on the mask, turned around without saying a word, and left with a group of people waiting.

Leaving from the tit-for-tat two sides, the tense atmosphere at the scene finally eased... No, it didn't.

Out of the corner of my eye, Roland, who was standing beside me, was maintaining a posture of folding his arms and watching Tolivia and her party go away. For some reason, I felt a great sense of oppression emanating from her.

"Brock." She turned her head suddenly and called out to me.

"Ah?" I slowly turned my face away, and was immediately shocked by her expression.

Roland was facing me with the same blackened smile as when he faced Tolivia just now.

Then she opened her mouth and said to me word by word: "Go to hell."

"..."

What's the situation?

"Go to hell," she repeated.

"Uh, that..."

"Can you please die here? Now, right now!"

"Hey, what happened all of a sudden?" I couldn't help being at a loss.

Then I suddenly felt pain in my feet, and when I looked down, I saw Roland stepping on my feet with his boots.

Also crushed twice.

"You idiot, don't you understand who that is? That's the leader of the war faction who wanted to kill you before, okay? Is it an enemy to you? Enemy, you actually fucked against the enemy?" With that chilling smile, Roland said while stepping on my foot.

She looks like... angry?

"No, I can see it. But I just think that her face with a warrior face is really good, and it doesn't mean that I have any affection for her... Hey, don't step on it!"

"But you didn't praise me for anything the first time you saw me...hey, I've helped you so much. Don't you think this kind of behavior is very sad?" Roland said At the same time, he brought that smile closer.

"No, no, no, it's not to the extent of betrayal..."

Is this the feeling that the wife feels like her husband praised the woman she hates and then refuses to let go?

"How do you think I should punish you better?" Roland moved his foot, smiled and took out the crystal that can control my collar, "How about letting you run naked around here?"

The accompanying knights who escorted us all backed out.

"Wait, wait, when did you become such an unreasonable person?" It was the first time I saw her play with her temper like this, and I couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

Once again, I realized that although Roland is usually calm and calm, once he gets up, he is far more terrifying than ordinary people.

The experience of the female adjutant named Testa just now is a living example.

"Roland, just leave it to me if you want to punish him!" At this moment, Miriah suddenly inserted between the two of us as if smelling an opportunity, "Come on, give me that crystal!"

"Don't follow me to make more trouble!!!" I sighed helplessly.

Come, let's see who is the 3th boy ([-])

The meeting place before the negotiation was set in a huge hall inside the rocky mountain. The spar lamps illuminated the space inside the mountainside. Except for a huge flag hanging on the wall, a There is nothing outside the large conference table in the center and a few high-backed stone chairs. There is an entrance on the two opposite walls of the long table.

When we stepped in, Tolivia and her party had already taken their seats inside.

Tolivia sat on one side of the long table, and Testa, who was an adjutant, sat beside her, and behind them were the accompanying knights they brought.

The moment Tista saw us entering the arena, she lowered her head in a little panic, staring at the table and not daring to look this way.

Tolivia looked at her, and shook her head helplessly with a look of resentment.

"Mr. Bullock!"

The unexpected sound startled me, and I followed the source of the sound and looked towards the end of the long table.

There sat the unexpected attendees.

"You're here too!" Arsena, who was sitting on the stone chair, waved to me happily. She was sitting at the end of the long table, and the werewolf knight commander Wikas was standing behind her with his hands behind his back. The tall and mighty figure is quite imposing.Near the wall on that side, several human knights stood in line.

"Alsena, why are you here?" I was a little surprised.

She should be present to observe tomorrow's formal negotiation, and I never told her that such a meeting about handing me back was temporarily arranged here.

"The lady adjutant over there informed me that there was an impromptu meeting here, so I came to listen in." Arsena raised her hand and gestured to Testa who was beside Tolivia.

Roland turned his head and stared at Tolivia blankly.

Tolivia glanced at her: "That's right, I asked her to bring them here."

"What are you going to do?" Roland frowned slightly.

"It's just to let our allies see in advance how unreasonable the orcs we are facing are." Tolivia sneered, "Obviously asked us for hostages, but shamelessly asked us to hand them over."

"Hand over? What do you mean?" Arsena looked back and forth between me and the group of elves in some surprise, as if she had noticed something.

Roland was about to speak, but Tolivia spoke before her: "That's right, Your Highness. When arranging the specific matters of the negotiation, the orcs asked us to return this prisoner of war." As she spoke, she stretched out her thumb and pointed towards me twice.

Arsena's eyes widened immediately.

Then she slapped the table and got up, and asked me: "Mr. Bullock, why didn't you tell us!?"

"This, I just found out before I set off, and the matter has not been decided yet..." I replied vaguely, avoiding her sight.

No, in fact, it's just that I don't know how to speak.

"It's too late to decide! Are you going to leave without saying hello?" Arsena looked very unhappy, staring at me with anxious and a little reproachful eyes.

I felt a thorn in my back and didn't know how to answer the words.

At this time, Roland calmly interjected: "Don't blame him too much, Your Highness, the arrangement was indeed a little sudden, and it's normal if you don't react." She stopped her eyes and wanted to say something, Arsena, "Okay , The person on the other side is coming soon, Bullock, you sit here." She gestured towards a seat.

"Let an orc take a seat on our side?" Tolivia complained about letting me sit, "It's still a prisoner of war, are you confused?"

"This prisoner of war once saved the country, and he can afford the treatment of a seat. On the contrary, I think it's problematic to let him stand." Roland replied lightly.

Tolivia glanced at Arsena, as if she suddenly lost interest in the dispute: "...Do whatever you want."

Roland ignored her and took his seat directly.

There are three positions separated from Tolivia.

I also sat down beside her.

Arsena's hesitant eyes made me very uncomfortable.

In order to divert my attention, I looked at the empty seats on this side, and suddenly realized something, I leaned my head towards Roland and whispered: "Hey Roland, the meeting representative here..."

"Ah, just me and the goat girl over there. After all, this temporary meeting is just to decide whether you will stay or not. You only need to draw two people from the representatives." Roland kept his eyes on the other side, his lips moved .

"..."

How can you die so hard that you two are enemies, judging from the momentum of your tit-for-tat confrontation in the aisle just now, I doubt if you two will fight each other before negotiating,

No, it's not right, if it is to consider the balance of positions, it is also an option to let the representatives of the main combat faction and peace faction at both ends of the stage appear.

No one was talking at the scene, and the air that dissolved the silence was as thick as syrup, which made people feel that breathing became a lot heavier.

After a long time, we finally heard the sound of footsteps from far to near from the opposite entrance.

Then, three orc representatives walked in under the leadership of the guards.

Two men and one woman walked into the bright hall from the slightly dim corridor.Seeing that familiar face passing through the dividing line of light and shadow and being illuminated by the light of the spar, at this moment, I felt that the world seemed to have become black and white, and the only color was the person I was watching.

Igna stepped into the hall and fixed her gaze on me.

"Igna..." I said subconsciously.

"You really survived shamelessly, Brock..." She looked at me coldly, and said the first words after coming in in a cold voice, "I heard that you died in battle with honor."

I moved my throat, but couldn't come up with a response.

Originally, there should be a lot of things to say and many questions to ask, but after seeing each other, I suddenly realized that I didn't know where to start.

"It's really ugly... But since it's already like this, there's nothing I can do about it." She turned her head and glanced at Roland and Tolivia as representatives, her eyes were like knives, "Then, according to the agreement in advance, hand over the person to Come here."

"We haven't discussed the matter yet, let's sit down first." Tolivia responded with a half-smile, "or is it that the barbarian race only knows how to speak with fists, and doesn't understand what normal negotiation is like?"

You are the one who only thinks about punching me... I silently complained in my heart.

"It's already here, let's sit down and chat for a while, you won't waste too much time." Roland said calmly, and here she unexpectedly agreed with Tolivia.

But it's not surprising if you think about it carefully. Although the two are at two extremes on many issues, their overall position still represents the interests of the country.

Saidian, who is currently at a disadvantage, will not let go of any opportunity to test the other party to find a turning point before the negotiation.

"I don't think there is anything to talk about." Despite saying this, Igna sat down in the middle of the opposite side, and the other two representatives sat down on both sides of her.

"Speaking of which..." She folded her arms and leaned back on the wide chair, her gaze slanted towards the end of the long table where Arsena was sitting: "Why are there humans here?"

Come, let's see who is the 4th boy ([-])

The third-party forces that suddenly appeared on the scene attracted Igna's attention.

"This is the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Helgia in the Northland, the only daughter of His Majesty the current King Feriant, Her Royal Highness Princess Arsena." Tolivia introduced it lightly, and at the same time swept her eyes sharply. The face of the three orc representatives, "She will attend the upcoming negotiations as an observer representative of Saidian's alliance."

I vaguely understand Tolivia's intention to bring Arsena here. She wants to play the Hergia card in advance to put pressure on the other party, to test the reactions of the six major tribes as soon as possible, and prepare for the future. preparations for negotiations.

"Really?" But Igna just responded indifferently, with a calm tone as if she was listening to tomorrow's breakfast dishes, without revealing any flaws to the other party. "Then that means it has nothing to do with the return of the prisoners of war. Can you please leave?" She cast her sharp eyes on Alsena, and she did not show any concern for the Helgian side who appeared as the Saidian alliance. Scruples, on the contrary, threw out a disarming power.

"No, this matter has something to do with me!" Arsena suddenly turned serious, "Mr. Bullock is my... my benefactor! I have reason to ask about his fate!"

"Benefactor?" Igna frowned slightly, and looked sideways at me suspiciously.

"That's right, that's it!" Arsena nodded with determination.