I'm not that kind of orc

The shamans outside the city raised their long staffs and shouted at the sky in unison. The thunderclouds that dominated the entire battlefield sky suddenly roared, and the white lightning violently bombarded the top of the city wall. The figure of the elf mage disappeared, and the red The enchantment also disappeared.This time, a group of elf knights wearing silver masks appeared behind the gap, trying to block the charge with their bodies.The leading knight was very brave, and cut down several orc warriors who were rushing to the front in a blink of an eye.But their defensive line was as fragile as paper in front of the surging orc army, and the wave of orcs finally overwhelmed them and drove straight in.

The sound of fighting began to sound on the city wall. Arrows, attacking magic, and the corpses of orc warriors trying to climb the city wall were still falling on the outer wall of the city wall. At this moment, the bodies of the elf guards began to fall. Dyeing red, yelling and throwing away the longbow and empty quiver in his hand, he leaned over and picked up the long sword in the hand of the adjutant's corpse lying next to him, and slashed at the array of orcs in front of him.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.For elves and orcs, this battlefield seems to have just rained blood, and the ground is full of mottled blood and pools of blood.Among the fallen corpses were familiar figures - compatriots who once hunted side by side, a female orc with wheat-colored skin and wavy hair holding a pair of daggers, a girl with wolf ears, and an elf with long golden hair Mage...

The living can no longer take into account whether they have stepped on the corpses of their heroic compatriots, and can only use shouts to dispel fear and swing their weapons at the enemy.

In the distance, an airship bearing the national emblem of the human kingdom Helgia rose up, and a human girl wearing a knight costume stood on the edge of the ship, sadly scanning the tragedy below.

The shimmering arrows struck, and the orc who was hit by the arrow fell down.

Looking in the direction of the arrow, the black-haired elf was half kneeling on the top of the camp hut with a bow and arrow in hand.

She looked to this side, her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then her eyes were infiltrated by a seemingly boundless grief.

She opened her lips and said a word with her lips:

"fraud!"

The screen suddenly changed sharply, and the sound of the battlefield was suddenly cut off.

The scene turned into a wilderness, and the perspective changed from a bystander to the protagonist in the scene without warning.

"Brock, are you listening?" The cold voice made me turn my head.

Igna, who was a head taller than me, looked down at me expressionlessly: "The bait has been laid, and we are ready to ambush."

"Sister..." I said in amazement, my voice was immature like a teenager.

How many years ago did you call her by this name...

"Follow me to hunt these few times, and keep everything you need to learn in your mind! I will let you hunt alone in the future, and then don't expect me to help you! I will say it again, when I make this gesture when..." Igna said to herself, and Ping raised her outstretched right hand and pressed it down, "You have to run in the direction of the tribe immediately, and don't look back!" Then she tapped her own thumb with her thumb Chest, "If it's this gesture, you have to cooperate with me to attack the prey from behind, just like I taught you before."

"Hmm..." I subconsciously agreed.

She raised her hand, pointed to a huge rock, and said succinctly: "Okay, then you go and hide there."

At this time, she suddenly frowned slightly at me, then reached out and took off a small blade of grass stuck to my hair.

She stared at me for a while, her brows furrowed even tighter.

"Don't move, you have a bug on your face." She said and raised her hand.

"Sister?" I was a little surprised by her abnormal movement.

Igna didn't answer me, and waved her hand down my cheek blankly.

With a slap in the face, I opened my eyes suddenly, and my face was burning with pain.

Appearing in the field of vision was Feilan who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a knife in her hand.

Seeing me wake up, she turned to Angelica who was standing beside the bed with a happy smile: "Look, I just said that slapping is more useful!"

My head was still a little dazed after suddenly waking up from the inexplicable dream, I stretched out my hand and pinched the elf girl's face without thinking too much.

"Huh?" Feilan was stunned.

I squeezed her face and shook it twice, and said softly: "Well, she's still alive..."

The place was silent.

Then, the face I pinched turned from white to red.

"You, you, you..." Feilan opened and closed her mouth.

"Me?" I was still a little unresponsive.

"You, you, what are you doing!" Feilan yelled and slapped her face hard.

Ten seconds later, I was fully awake and sat by the bed, looking at Angelica standing by the bed——

"Brock... sleepy and drowsy, it can't be like that!" She didn't look very happy, her cheeks were bulging.

Look at Feilan who hid in the distance——

"Pervert..." She muttered and turned her flushed face aside.

This reaction is really strange, after the slap before, she will definitely lose her temper at me hysterically for a long time.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked, looking back and forth at them.

"What else can I do? Wake you up!" Feilan said angrily from a distance away, and then her voice dropped again, "As soon as I woke up, I was sexually harassed..."

"It's not that serious, is it? Then what if you slap me while I'm asleep?" I looked at her speechlessly.

"Can you blame me? Who told you to sleep like a dead pig!" She stared back unconvinced.

"Brock, I fell into a deep sleep, no matter how much you scream...you won't wake up." Angelica said lightly.

"That's it..." I raised my hands and rubbed my face, looking at the dim light outside the window.

After two full days of staying up all night, at noon on the third day when I came to the defense area, I finally couldn't bear the exhaustion, so I lay down on the bed to rest.

I fell asleep until evening...

"Is this calling me up for dinner?" I scratched my head.

Feilan was stunned for a moment when she heard what I said, then burst out laughing, and said after a while: "You still have dinner? It's the early morning of the next day! You have slept for sixteen hours!"

"What?" I was stunned.

The next day... morning?

"You haven't rested for two days, so we... didn't call you yesterday." Angelica seemed very calm, "Arsena just... asked us to call you, she said that the negotiation will be held soon It's about to start."

Second Negotiation (2)

Three quarters of an hour passed, and the negotiating hall in the elf garrison area.

I sat on my seat and rubbed my forehead with my fingers.

"Mr. Bullock, did you not sleep well?" Arsena, who was sitting next to her, looked concerned.

"No... I slept well, I just slept for too long and had some dreams." I responded casually.

A terrible nightmare, the shocking image in the dream is still vivid, but I don't pay much attention to it.It is normal to have nightmares when you fall asleep with such fatigue and tension, but until now I have not grasped the clue to solve this matter. will become reality.

Princess Alyssa also arrived with us, sitting in the center of the elf representative side of the long table as last time, noticing my sight, she squinted and smiled at me from a distance.

Other elf representatives have also entered the arena, but instead of sitting down, they are crowded in the corner of the hall.

"Okay, Alessia, just take a sip! The effect of dumb water is only one hour. It's okay. If you don't talk for an hour, you can't die!" Tolivia opened a bottle with a blank expression. Feng's potion came to the mouth of the elf priest in front of him.

"You bastards can't do this to me! As a representative of the temple, I have the right to speak!" The elf priest forcefully turned her head aside, her face full of death rather than compliance. The reason why she didn't escape was because of the elf judge He stood silently behind her and held her arms.

Roland, who stood watching from the side, sighed: "Alessia, you have been hiding in the temple, and you have no experience in public appearances at all. The situation has become tense, and this negotiation can no longer be allowed Talking nonsense like that again."

"I don't want it! You are violating human rights! Human rights!" Alessia's struggle became more violent, and she even kicked her legs towards Tolivia who was trying to get close to her.

Roland stared at her for a while, then turned his head to me: "Brock, come and help."

"doing what?"

"You come and give her drugs so that she can be quiet in the negotiation." Roland explained to me.

"Alright!" I immediately rolled up my sleeves.

The elf priest's speech last time almost caused the representatives on both sides to quarrel over that stupid topic. It would be great if she could shut up.

"Wait, wait!" Alessia's face turned pale in an instant, and her voice suddenly became high-pitched, "I got it! I promise not to speak, can't I?"

"Guarantees are not enough. If you really want to, drink the potion." Roland said mercilessly.

"Isn't it okay to change the spell? This potion smells disgusting..." Alessia bargained.

"If you use the binding spell, you must be able to dispel it by yourself based on your ability." Roland said calmly.

"Stop talking nonsense! Just drink!" Tolivia pinched Alessia's chin forcefully to make her open her mouth, and forcibly poured the potion into her mouth.

At this time, a female elf guard with the appearance of a sentinel rushed into the hall from the aisle: "General!"

"Huh?" Tolivia looked back slightly, signaling the sentinel to report with her eyes.

The sentinel stepped forward with a serious face, covered his mouth and whispered a few words.

I can't hear what the sentinel said from me, but I can clearly see the expressions of Roland and the elf presiding judge suddenly turning serious and the reaction of Alessia's eyes widening, while Tolivia sneered. : "You're so kind!" She then turned to the adjutant at the side: "Tista, go and transfer people, the on-site defense must be doubled!"

"Yes!" Testa replied.

Then the representatives of the elves took their seats one by one. Everyone was sitting upright, with solemn expressions as if a memorial service was about to be held. Only Alessia, who had just been poured with the potion, had a bitter face, and Tolivia's eyes radiated The chilling aura that came out was obviously stronger than last time.

Seeing their reaction, I couldn't help but be at a loss.

At this time, Roland's voice suddenly sounded in my mind, and he explained to me: "The orcs have temporarily changed their representatives, and the chiefs of the major tribes will attend the next negotiation meeting."

After "listening", I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

According to the practice of our orcs, the chiefs of various orc tribes will basically only personally appear on very important matters to the outside world. The so-called important matters are often either forming alliances or declaring war.

More than ten minutes later, the representative of the orc side walked into the scene under the protection of the elf guards.

As Roland said, it was not the representatives from the first round of negotiations who entered the venue this time, but the chiefs of the various tribes who walked out of the tens of thousands of troops during the demonstration that day.

Walking in the forefront is the chief of the Baishan clan, a thin and middle-aged orc warrior wrapped in white animal skins. Most of the Baishan clan's residence is in the snow mountain area at the northernmost end of the Wild of Giant Beasts. rare beasts;

Followed by the chief of the wolf head clan, a gray-haired old warrior, wearing two different colored warg skins on his shoulders - this is the style of wolf cavalry. On the battlefield, the skins of the wolf partners who died or died in battle are worn on the body as blessings and condolences, and the wolf head clan is famous for its elite wolf cavalry troops.

The chiefs of the Thunder Feather Clan and the Luefeng Clan are both old shamans wearing robes. These two clans are two brother clans branched out from a big clan, and they are both good at cultivating shamans who are good at elemental spells.

Then there was Igna, who still represented the Bloodaxe clan without authorization, and her husband, Leilogard, the young chieftain of the Hunting Fang clan.

When the berserker who stole the limelight in that demonstration crossed the dividing line between the shadows of the aisle and the lights of the hall, I could feel the tense atmosphere immediately began to permeate the scene, and the representatives of the elves couldn't help but focus on to him.

Through the scene at that time, anyone can see who is the leading figure on the stage of the six tough tribes in this conflict.

He is stronger than any orc warrior I have ever seen. He is wearing the same simple leather armor that exposed his chest and abdomen, and there are several animal tooth necklaces hanging on his chest.Although he didn't carry that exaggerated big knife, the bloodstains of berserkers all over his arms and chest were shocking enough. It was these bloodstains that gave him the terrifying power to easily smash the deer village with a single blow.

He glanced contemptuously at the elf representatives at the scene, as well as the elf guards who almost covered the walls of the hall. Don't we have any weapons?"

"If you are entertaining guests who understand the basic etiquette, you don't need to do this, but if you want to deal with the mindless beasts that are released from the cage, then you must be more careful." Tolivia stared at him coldly, and sneered .

"I hope it didn't scare you because of our military drill the day before yesterday, then we would be very sorry." Relogard stared into her eyes.

"It's okay, we understand that people who are not far away want to seize the time to make a fuss." Tolivia and Lerogard looked at each other, with cold and sharp eyes on both sides.

This is really great. The negotiation has not yet started, and the smell of gunpowder at the scene is already choking people out of breath.