I'm not that kind of orc

Igna did not delve into this topic, but directly continued to press: "That means, Your Highness, you just want to know his fate for personal reasons?"

Arsena was visibly taken aback.

It is true that personal reasons are not enough reasons for her to bring a group of knights to attend this kind of meeting in the name of the country.

Seeing that she was speechless, the werewolf knight commander Wikas who stood upright behind her like a pillar spoke solemnly: "Her Highness Arsena is the only heir to the throne at present, and her benefactor is Helgia." Benefactor of the kingdom, we should ask about the fate of this orc."

His reasons were a bit too simple and rude, but when he spoke, the coercive eyes and the conspicuous fangs in his mouth were still very convincing, as if anyone who continued to embarrass his master would immediately Bite that man's throat.

"Mr. Wikas..." Arsena, who was assisted, glanced at him gratefully.

Igna looked at the pair of master and servant, and did not choose to continue to entangle with them meaninglessly, and turned directly to the elves: "Then it is up to you, no matter what can decide this issue, only the two parties here... ah , It’s not right.” She narrowed her eyes and changed her words, “To be precise, it’s only our side.”

"Don't you really think that gathering [-] mobs outside can fool us?" Tolivia sneered.

"Let's talk about it openly. The defense force on this border can't deal with the vanguard army we have assembled. Just like the negotiation, the right to speak is in our hands now. Don't waste each other's time and hand over people. Now!" Igna's voice was decisive, like a punch.

"Shouldn't you introduce each other first? I think this is the basis of conversation. I am the representative of Saidian, Roland Aldersonland, and I am the chief mage of this country." Roland suddenly opened his mouth, leading the conversation aside, Let Igna's swing hit the cotton, and then she paused, and added, "Also the manager of the prisoner of war Brock Bloodaxe."

"Manager?" Igna looked back and forth between Roland and me in a little surprise, as if trying to figure out our relationship.

Then she finally noticed the collar around my neck.

"Brock?" She frowned, "You...have you become someone else's plaything in order to survive?"

"No! This is just a magic tool made to restrain me, it works like a shackle!" I argued loudly.

It's only out of this woman's bad taste that it can be made into a collar!

My upright attitude played a role. Igna looked at me dubiously, but in the end she didn't continue to question her, and turned her attention to Tolivia.

"The same representative, Tolivia Fengling, is the ranger leader here." Tolivia said flatly.

Igna breathed a sigh of relief through her nose, as if she was preparing enough patience for herself to deal with the elf's red tape.She raised her hand and spread it out to the elderly male orc on the left: "This is Iska Luefeng, the elder of the Luefeng clan."

The old orc dressed as a shaman nodded.

"Then this is the cavalry leader of the Wolfhead Clan, Uso Wolfhead." Igna introduced the representative on the other side.

The middle-aged orcs dressed as wolf cavalry also nodded.

"As for me..." Igna looked back and forth between Roland and Tolivia expressionlessly, "I believe you all know each other already, so I won't go into details."

I was suddenly surprised.

Among the representatives who came, there was no one from the Bloodaxe clan.

"Where are the people from the Bloodaxe clan?" Roland spoke, expressing the question in my mind, "I remember that the prisoners you want us to return are from the Bloodaxe clan."

"I am the representative of the Bloodaxe clan that will be present tomorrow." Igna responded lightly.

"Igna, you as a representative?" I finally couldn't hold back, "What's going on? This is against the rules!"

"It's not up to you to comment on whether or not it complies with the rules." Igna looked at me coldly, without any intention of explaining, "You have already disgraced us by being captured, and now you should at least know how to shut yourself up." Come back obediently!"

"The young 'warriors' of the Bloodaxe Clan, how careless they are on the battlefield..." the old shaman from the Luefeng Clan sighed regretfully.

"Now is the time for you to return and fight for your own tribe." The warrior cavalry leader from the Wolf Head clan spoke quietly, "You still have a chance to restore your reputation."

Among the six major tribes of the orcs, there is a common rule, that is, the hunter who has hunted the most dangerous beast alone can be awarded the title of 'Warrior' and is eligible to receive courtesy from each tribe.A few of the prey that deserve this title are some of the most dangerous species in the Fields of Behemoths, including thunder eagles and woolly mammoths.

I once successfully hunted a woolly mammoth at a bar mitzvah, earning me the title "Warrior".

But at the end of the day, it's just chasing Igna's back. She also holds the title, and she got it before she was an adult-she hunted a six-legged rock lizard alone when she was 16 years old.

"Wait a minute, the person is in our hands now, take it away if you say so?" Tolivia said coldly.

"If you don't want to hand him over, then you can kill him." Igna responded bluntly.

"Are you bluffing?" Tolivia stared into Igna's eyes, "It seems that this prisoner of war has an unusual relationship with you..."

Igna did not waver in the slightest: "It is you who are bluffing. There is nothing to hide about my relationship with him. Although I don't really want to admit that this useless waste is indeed my brother. But if you want to kill him Or if your personal safety is threatened, you should save it. He should have died in battle when he was captured. Now that he has survived until now, it is a worthy death to be able to die at this juncture. What's more, you haven't talked to us at all. Qualifications!" She narrowed her eyes a little, her eyes revealing a sternness that is difficult to look at directly, "If you are a little bit clear-headed, stop wasting each other's time, let me say it again, hand it over!"

"People won't hand it over to you." A voice that had never spoken in this hall suddenly sounded.

Come, let's see who is the 5th boy ([-])

All the people present turned their attention to the side of the elf, the figure who took the seat in the middle without warning.

It was so eye-catching not only because of the sudden presence and speech of this person, but also because the majestic killing intent emanating from that person was hard to ignore.

"Miriya?"

"Knight Miriam?"

Tolivia and Roland looked at Miria who appeared between them, and were stunned in unison.

Miria, who was originally in charge of guarding the venue, unexpectedly sat down on the seat in the center at some point, and she and Igna were facing each other across the table.

She is still dressed in the same dress that suddenly appeared in my room yesterday midnight, elf-style knight dress, the saber at the waist resting on the edge of the stone chair, her hair is braided and tied into a beautiful bun behind her head, and her hair Regular, only a small lock of slender and slightly curly side hair is close to the cold face, adding a touch of brilliance to this mature and dignified makeup.

At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged with her arms around her arms, facing Igna's stern gaze fearlessly, posing with a black face of "I'm going to kill you all" and scanning the representatives from the orc side opposite. , the killing intent exuded in his eyes was as strong as real.

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My heart suddenly hung in the air, and a burst of excitement surged through my body.

Seeing this troublemaker suddenly make such an incredible move, I always feel that some terrible disaster will soon be pinned on my head...

"Why does it seem that this lady knight who has been standing behind is the main negotiator? Huh?" Igna still looked back and forth at Tolivia and Roland who were still in a daze, and then fixed her eyes on Miriya again. , "May I ask who you are?"

"People will never hand it over to you." Miriah repeated what she just said in an irrelevant answer.

Then, under the astonished eyes of everyone, she stood up, slowly drew out the long sword from her waist, and made a "cha" sound...

Pierced into the long table more than half a foot.

The hostile words and deeds brought the atmosphere of the scene to a freezing point.

However, Igna, who was stared at by her, was still calm, she just stared at her and asked lightly: "What do you mean?"

"If you want to take him away, there are only two options." Miriah held the hilt of the sword, and looked at Igna with the same cold gaze. The air between the two seemed to be stared at by the two women. The ice condensed, "One is to beat me to the ground. The other is to take me away!"

Her eyes are very serious, and there is no falsehood.

A moment of silence fell.

Afterwards, the elders from the Luefeng clan straightened up in awe and respect: "I never thought that there would be such heroes among the elves!"

"I pay tribute to your courage, but unfortunately, we will not give in because of this kind of thing." Said the cavalry leader from the wolf head clan.

No, no, you guys have completely misunderstood, this guy just wants to satisfy his perverted hobby!

I shouted loudly in my heart.

"Why are you so obsessed with a prisoner of war?" Igna remained calm, "What is your relationship with him?"

Then, in front of everyone present, Miriah replied word by word: "This orc is the only man who can satisfy me, you can't just take him away."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Whether it was the orc side, the elf side, or even the human side who were watching, everyone present was stunned by this sentence, and the scene instantly fell into a dead silence like a grave.

The overly impactful speech made my head go blank for a moment, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that my jaw was about to dislocate, and my eyes were as wide as copper bells.

...what did I just hear?

Then, the three representatives, including Igna, all turned their faces to me, and everyone's eyes were full of disbelief.

No, not only them, Tolivia and her adjutant, even the elves and human knights standing in line by the wall, who were in charge of guarding the scene, all focused their attention on me.

In an instant, I became the center of attention.

"No...wait for me!" I reacted, and hurriedly jumped up, turning my head and glaring at Miria, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"What? Are you going to deny the things you have done to me in the past?" Miria frowned dissatisfiedly, and looked sideways at me.

"Did you say that on purpose!?"

Fuck me! How did I offend you in the past? You insist on killing me in this kind of situation! ?

How the hell did someone with such terrible lines end up being an educator and a knight?

"Actually... to attack the elves..." the elder of the Luefeng clan murmured with an expression he had never seen in his life.

"No wonder he was captured. It turned out to be because of a beauty trick...but anyway, having that kind of interest in elves is...too much." The cavalry leader of the Wolf Head Clan also looked strange.

"That's not the case! Don't listen to her nonsense." I hurriedly turned to that side to defend.

But my defense didn't work at all. The two people still looked at me so distantly, as if they were looking at a different kind.

At this moment, I caught a glimpse of the end of the long table from the corner of my eye, and Wikas, who was standing behind Alsena, was also looking at me with a look of surprise.

Afterwards, he seemed to hesitate for a while, then leaned over and said to Arsena: "Your Highness, although you may not like to hear this...but I think you should be more cautious in making friends."

"It's okay, Mr. Wikas. I've actually heard about the relationship between Mr. Bullock and Mr. Miriah a long time ago."

Don't talk about Lao Tzu like a scumbag!I have nothing to do with this perverted elf!What you heard was all Roland told you casually before, stupid girl!

But I still heard the knights around gasp in amazement as if they had confirmed this fact in their hearts.

"No, no, you, you all listen to me first..." I looked around without tears, trying to calm everyone down and listen to my explanation.

However, Igna suddenly spoke at this time: "Brock."

"Huh?" I froze for a moment, then looked over tremblingly.

Igna's expression didn't change much, but her call just now was inexplicably chilly, the kind that could freeze to the bone, making people tremble involuntarily.

Igna didn't speak immediately after I responded. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, as if she had made some difficult decision.

Then she got up and went to one of the elven knights who had escorted them.

"Let me borrow this." When the elf knight who was a head shorter than her was still stunned by her inexplicable actions, she involuntarily reached out and drew out the scimitar at her waist, the movement was so fast that it was hard to see .

The elf knight subconsciously wanted to stop her, but she easily grabbed his wrist and pushed it away. He could only watch helplessly as the weapon was taken away.

Igna's actions put all the knights in charge of guarding the scene on alert. Humans and elves turned to her one after another, with long swords and scimitars unsheathed one after another.

"What are you doing?" Tolivia on the stone chair sat still with her hands folded, frowning slightly.