I'm not that kind of orc

"Okay, I accept!"

It is a part of the orc tradition to refuse to accept it, don't play if you are unhappy (5)

The matter of the duel was quickly settled, so this final negotiation involving the three races of orcs, elves, and humans finally turned into a traditional orc glory duel.

Of course, this is what I planned before.

And now, I'm striding down the hallway to the room I've been assigned to get ready to play.

The venue for the duel was set in a goose egg-shaped training ground in the elf garrison area.When we were discussing the details of the duel with Raylogard, Roland made a proposal to use this venue.According to her introduction, in addition to being used for soldiers and generals to practice formation, it is also occasionally used as a duel venue for simulated battles. The venue is spacious and it is perfect for duels.

There are judging stands on both sides of the training ground. I guess the representatives of the elves and the human beings as Hergia occupy one side, while the representatives of the orcs occupy the other side.The buildings at the entrances at both ends are also equipped with equipment warehouses and rooms for dressing and maintenance. Now Leilogard should also be preparing on the other side.

Just when I crossed the last corner, only a dozen steps away from the room, I ran into Princess Alyssa.

"Student Bullock!" She, who was walking back and forth in the corridor, walked over quickly as soon as she saw me.

"Ah, Your Highness Alisa..." I just raised my hand to say hello——

"How can you be so foolish!!"

—— Immediately, she was startled by her loud cry, and the raised hand also retracted halfway.

Princess Alyssa was almost standing close to me, she raised her face and leaned towards me on tiptoe, with an angry and anxious expression on her face.

I was momentarily at a loss for words.

Princess Alisa who is so angry... The last time I saw her was when she was confronting Feilan for Angelica, but it felt like she was angry this time and obviously a little more anxious.

I looked at her face and flinched for no reason: "Uh, that, Your Highness, Your Highness?"

"I heard Her Highness Arsena said that you are... you want that person to fight a duel, right?" She stared at me and questioned.

I had long planned to use a duel to deal with the most stubborn faction of the tribal alliance. Roland was also aware of this plan, but I didn't mention it to Arsena and Princess Alisa.When I formally challenged Raylorgard an hour ago, according to tradition, I spoke the language of the orcs. Until we finalized the various details of the duel, most people at the scene, including her, basically They didn't fully react. After all, they probably don't know the tradition of us orcs using duels to decide matters.

"You, are you going to fight with weapons?" She looked around in a little panic, and stared nervously into my eyes, "Will it stop?"

Looking closely at her clear jewel-like eyes, I can feel that my poor lying skills will never be able to fool her.

So I answered honestly: "This can only be done as much as possible, but in a situation like today, the duel of glory is likely to turn into a life-and-death fight, and no one can predict what the result will be..."

Before I finished speaking, she yelled out: "Why did you do such a dangerous thing!?" She seemed so anxious that she was about to cry, "This, this can't be undone?"

I shook my head: "Absolutely not. The honor duel accepted in our tradition cannot be cancelled. Not only will you be directly sentenced to lose, but those who give up the duel will also lose their reputation."

"Then, if it's up to me..." She was completely panicked.

"I am the one who proposes a duel, and I should be the only one to go. Please calm down, Your Highness." I put my hand on the shoulder of Princess Alisa, who became more and more emotional, and persuaded her, "What's more, it's impossible for you to fight." I can beat it." I swallowed the words back, "This is the most suitable solution, Your Highness. I promised you that I will fulfill all your requests." I looked into her eyes and said.

"You've done enough, there's no need, no need to risk your life just because of my words." With a face full of tears, she slowly lowered her head, "You should, how much Think about your own... You have done enough for us, and you have scarred yourself so much every time. If something happens, I..."

The appearance of Princess Alisa made me feel a little bit surprised. She worried about me not once or twice, but this time was different. Anxiety made her look like a helpless child.

I have to reassure her.

"I chose to do this for my own sake. If the Shouya clan and the Wolfhead clan declare war on Saidian, my oath cannot be fulfilled. The oath of the ancestors must not be violated, not to mention that it is against you. So I must challenge, and not only that, I must win. Well, Your Highness, look at me." I tapped her on the shoulder to make her look up.

She lifted up slowly, and I could see my own face from those slightly moist eyes.

"I want you to promise me one thing." I said in a steady voice.

She froze for a moment, and after a while, she managed to straighten her expression from the face that was occupied by anxiety: "Please speak."

"Trust me—you just have to trust me." I looked at her seriously. "Just like when I swore to you that night. Come on, tell me, you trust me, trust me to win."

She fluttered her eyes in a daze, and said slowly like a child being taught to speak: "I... believe you, Brock, please, please win."

"Okay, then I will win." As soon as she finished speaking, I grinned, "Because I said, I will agree to anything you say, and if you want me to win, then I will definitely win .”

This is not only the rhetoric I hope she can feel at ease, but also my sincere words.

In fact, men are sometimes such simple creatures. As long as an important person believes in him, he will feel that he is omnipotent.

Princess Alyssa's eyes flickered, as if the surface of the lake was shimmering: "Student Bullock, you... will win?"

"meeting!"

"must?"

"Of course!"

I speak every pronunciation with force.

At this time, I heard the heavy drumming from outside - the battle drummer has already started to warm up the venue, and the duel will start soon.

I have to hurry up and get ready.

"I have to go." I said softly.

Before she regained her composure, I walked over to her side by side: "Your Highness, just go and wait in the best position on the stage..." I could feel her turn around, but I didn't Without looking back, he just raised one hand and waved it, then continued firmly:

"I'll beat that guy to the ground!"

It is a part of the orc tradition to refuse to accept it, don't play if you are unhappy (6)

When I walked into the room assigned to me, I realized that someone was already waiting inside.

Roland stood leisurely by a maintenance table, and when he saw me, he showed a narrow smile on my face - it really made me want to imprint a shoe print on her face.

Seeing her virtue, I quickly understood some of the reasons.

I stared at her speechlessly for a while, and finally said: "...Did you hear the conversation just now?"

"Oh, Brock, you looked so handsome just now!" Roland had that unbeaten smile on his face, shrunk his shoulders and hugged his arms, and made a gesture of twisting on purpose, "I've been beaten You are charmed!"

"Let me just ask, do you often do this kind of eavesdropping and surveillance?" I asked blankly.

With her ability, it is quite easy to monitor the situation outside the room without being noticed.

"Don't say it so ugly, it's just that you occasionally use familiars and watchers to check on your situation. They care about you." Roland stared at my face meaningfully, "Come on, do you want to guess? Guess I've seen you shower and sleep or something?"

"..."

Arsena, I'm so sorry for treating you like a hopeless stalker!

Finally, I gave up complaining and sighed, and picked up the topic: "Forget it, what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to confirm. You should choose to duel with that stupid guy because you are sure. The other party is a berserker. You should understand the horror of a berserker better than me, right?" Roland looked into my eyes. With a bit of seriousness.

The Berserker is an elite unit that can only be produced by secret techniques that only a few tribes have.The coat of arms on them can be activated by their own blood, and they can awaken powerful power with their own pain. The top berserkers are basically masters who can single-handedly challenge the woolly mammoth with a weapon in hand.But not every orc has the aptitude to control this kind of power. Among the tribes with this kind of secret technique, only the elite among the elite can be selected to become berserkers. Even if the power of berserkers is not activated, they are the most powerful top fighter.

But I still nodded to Roland: "It's not completely helpless."

"I remember that you agreed to use 'Life and Death'?" Roland asked again.

"Yes." I answered honestly, "This kind of important matter can only comply with the rules if the 'life and death fight' is adopted."

"That means he can inspire the power of a berserker, and you can also use spells, right?"

"Yes."

She even knew this.

Many human merchants who have had a lot of contact with orcs have also heard of our orc dueling customs, but they often misunderstand duels as pure martial arts exchanges where spells and supernatural powers must not be used.

But that is actually just one form of duel, the most common and common duel.The two sides in this kind of duel rarely really risk their lives. The rule is that no weapons are allowed, no protective gear is allowed, no spells are used, and supernatural powers similar to the Berserker's coat of arms are not allowed to be activated. They can only fight with bare hands. The opponent, or the arbitrator after a limited number of rounds, decides the winner according to the arbitration made by the situation.

The life-and-death fight is different. This form of duel will basically evolve into a life-and-death fight, and it will only appear on some major issues and disputes. Whether it is weapons, shaman spells or special combat skills, both sides have can use.

"Alright, then if you have the power of this ax at the right time, you should have a chance to win." Roland nodded and shifted his gaze to the pitch-black battle ax prepared for me on the maintenance table.

This battle ax was engraved by Roland with several incantations based on the runes on the Desolation Contract. As long as it is injected with magic power, it can instantly activate the corresponding black magic.

Indeed, if you use this, it can bring a lot of help to the battle, but...

"I don't intend to use the power of this axe, Roland." I shook my head.

"Huh?" Roland was obviously stunned.

"The black magic of this ax is not within the scope of our cognition, and using the spells on it will be suspected of cheating." I explained to her.

"Wait, then how do you plan to win?" Roland rarely lowered his face, "The other party can use the power of a berserker at will and you plan to restrain your hands? Do you know what the crest of a berserker is? In fact, it is the derivative power of black magic left over from when you were ruled by the devil, so others can use black magic but you can't?"

"Not everyone can study the principles of spells as thoroughly as you do. The key is that the Berserker's coat of arms is within our range of knowledge, but the power of this ax is not."

"The key point is that you are not better than the other party at all, and you still plan to accommodate such an unfavorable situation! Did you challenge others without thinking about anything?" Roland suddenly rushed over and grabbed my collar.

"Hey, it's really rare for you to look anxious." I couldn't help laughing when I saw her like this.

"Don't be sloppy! You're looking for death, don't you know that? Are you as hot-headed as last time?" Roland pressed his body up, leaned his face closer like Princess Alisa just now, and stared sternly. I.

"No, Roland, you're wrong." I also smiled at her, "I didn't initiate the challenge without thinking about it. This duel is actually overwhelmingly beneficial to me. "

"What?" She frowned slightly.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open.

The old chief pushed the door open with a long stick and came in: "Brock, are you here...huh?"

He froze when he saw us.

Our posture at this time is like this, Roland stood next to me, grabbed my collar and moved his face towards me, and I had a happy smile on my face...

The old chief blinked, then nodded thoughtfully, and slowly stepped back and closed the door: "I'll come back later."

I felt bad, so I quickly pushed Roland away, and called out to him: "Wait a minute, chief! You must have misunderstood!"

The hand of the old chief who closed the door stopped, and he shook his head kindly at me: "It's okay, Brock, Igna has already told me, I don't plan to criticize your personal preferences..."

"Wait, what did Igna tell you?" I suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"I said it's okay. Well, I'm mainly here to bring you clothes, and to bless your weapons." The old chief re-entered the room.

Don't take it with you! Hey!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a malicious smile on Roland's face, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Master Chief, it is my honor to meet you." With a bright smile on his face, Roland suddenly put his hand on my arm and leaned his head against it.

Let me be more honest with your fucking hands and head! !

It is a part of the orc tradition to refuse to accept it, don't play if you are unhappy (7)