I'm not that kind of orc

"Then, you can arrange the rest of the minutiae by yourself. How about we focus on discussing the future work arrangements in two hours?" Igna continued to ask.

We all have no objection, the reception work arranged by Igna is quite meticulous.

"Then everyone, please rest for a while." Igna nodded and left with a few entourages.

We quickly allocated tents and housing rooms, and then I took my clothes and bags and found my tent.What Igna prepared for the guests was not the kind of marching tent that could only accommodate a bed, but a tent that was as large as a single-family log house, and it was large enough to furnish an entire bedroom.

It was only after entering inside that I suddenly realized that something was wrong inside.

At this moment, there were no windows or lights in the tent, and it was pitch black.The night vision ability of the orcs is good, but just after coming in from a bright place, my eyes haven't adapted yet, and my eyes are still dark.

But I vaguely heard the breathing of other people in the tent.

Did someone find the wrong tent and sleep in it?

Thinking this way, I was just about to ask, but I was caught off guard by someone throwing me down from behind.

I resisted subconsciously, but my arms were cut back neatly—it was two people!And this kind of strength and grasping technique is definitely an orc who has received combat training.

The next moment, someone lit an oil lamp in front of me who was pressed to the ground, illuminating his face with the dim light.

"You..." I stared at the burly orc squatting in front of me in astonishment.

"It's been a while." The other party held an oil lamp in one hand and a small knife like a dagger in the other, and smiled grimly at me.

"Relogard?" I called out the other person's name.

Target, Behemoth's Wild (5)

I have a general grasp of the situation. I am now held down by two orc warriors ambushing in the tent, and the person who ordered them to do so is Raylogard.

No matter how you look at this formation, it feels like the visitor is not kind...

"...You look like you have walked into the wrong tent." After calming down, I raised my head and stared into Leilogard's eyes, "What do you want from me?"

"What can I do for you?" Leilogard grinned again, and gestured to the orc warrior who was holding my right hand with his eyes. The orc understood, grabbed my arm and stretched forward, then firmly pressed to the ground.

"You defeated me in the duel." Relogard looked at my right hand with great interest, and gestured at my forearm with a knife, "This is the first time I have won a duel since I became a berserker." After the news spread, there was an explosion here. Several people who had never been convinced by me jumped out and said that they wanted to compete with me, which made me a little busy these days... I have the right to take it as it is. It's rehabilitation exercise, and I've cleaned them up." He paused, "However, no matter how many times I fight, I can't change the result of that duel."

This guy...is he unconvinced and came to seek revenge?

"What? Are you dissatisfied with the result? That's ok, the dignified chief of the Shouya clan. The duel is not very good, but the revenge is quite professional. You are so kind!" I cast a contemptuous look at him, "But no matter how much you retaliate Still can't change the result."

"Revenge?" Hearing my words, Leilogard suddenly stopped his gestures and frowned at me, "How could I do such low-level things?"

"Then the small knife you're gesturing in my hand is used to cut paper?" I snorted coldly with disdain.

"We are fighting a duel of glory, or a battle of life and death! If the party that loses the duel later retaliates against the winner with a dishonorable sneak attack, it will be exiled by all tribes according to tradition. Do you think I will do such a stupid thing?" Lei Luo Gard rolled his eyes, "Our duel has already been decided. If you lose, you lose. I won't make excuses."

I couldn't help but froze for a moment.

It doesn't look like he's been dazzled by revenge.

"This knife is the blood-striped knife used to carve the coat of arms of berserkers." Lerogard held out the knife to my eyes, allowing me to see the red lines on the knife clearly.

"Blood pattern carving knife? Berserker?" I didn't react for a moment.

"That's right! It's a berserker!" Lerogarde laughed suddenly, and patted my shoulder, "Be happy, kid! You are now qualified to be a berserker!"

"You want me to be a berserker?" I was taken aback.

"That's right, originally, this kind of secret technique would not be given to people from other clans casually. But recently, young people have become more and more slack in training, and the number of people who are qualified to accept the secret technique to become a berserker is getting smaller and smaller every year. And you!" Leilogard became more and more excited as he spoke, "You can beat me in a duel at this age! With such aptitude, I think it's a pity not to become a berserker, just like our side The shaman discussed it, and it took a lot of effort to persuade him to agree to teach you the law, you should thank me very much!" He raised the oil lamp to shine on a corner of the tent.

I looked along the past, only then did I find that there was No.5 orc other than us sitting in the corner of the tent, an extremely skinny old shaman, his dress was a little different from ordinary shamans, On the upper body, totems are painted on the body with white ash, a string of bones hangs around the neck, and a strange mask decorated with feathers is buckled on the upper part of the face.

The old shaman didn't speak, but just nodded to me.

I recognized it as a shadow shaman.Unlike ordinary shamans who focus on the spirits of natural elements, shadow shamans will study some special secrets and witchcrafts that have been passed down among orcs since ancient times, including the Berserker's coat of arms. .

However, after learning spell knowledge from Roland for such a period of time, I have roughly understood that the secret technique inherited by the shadow shaman is actually a part of the abyss spell that was mastered by the orcs ruled by the devil in the past and passed down, such as the Berserker's coat of arms. It is a demonic technique that can be used to exchange pain and vitality for strength.

"Don't worry, as long as the coat of arms is engraved here, and then the shaman will teach it, it won't take too much time. The medicine is also ready, so don't worry about infection." Leilogard began to wipe it eagerly Pick up a knife.

"Wait for me! Are you going to come directly without asking for my opinion?" I suddenly felt a little bewildered.

He paused while wiping the knife: "If you ask for your opinion, you will agree?"

"No!" I replied decisively.

I can't say that I don't have any repulsion towards Berserker, but I can't say how much I yearn for it. I really can't accept such a forceful arrangement all of a sudden.

"Then it's over." He continued to wipe his knife and ordered to the two soldiers, "Hold him!"

This guy... never considered the option "don't make me a berserker" from the very beginning!

I'm definitely not happy about this.

Now my hands are tightly held down. These two orc warriors are quite strong. If I fight head-to-head and use all my strength, I will have no way to break free.

But I'm not completely helpless either.

I always carry the totem token that Roland made for me. During the conversation just now, I was already casting the spell of summoning the beast soul.

Now is the time.

Blood mist billowed up behind the soldier on my right, and it was very dim in the tent with only one oil lamp lit. At that angle, the blood mist was just blocked by the soldier's body.

I successfully made the blood mist gather into a warg beast soul, and then immediately controlled it to jump onto the back of the orc who was pressing down on my right hand.

"Wow!" The orc warrior was startled by the surprise attack, and the strength in his hands slackened.

I took the opportunity to free my right hand, then turned around and adjusted my posture, and punched the orc on the left who hadn't reacted due to the sudden incident, and released my left arm while he was temporarily unconscious by the pain .

Then I stood up abruptly, and gave an elbow to the orc on the right who was still entangled with the wolf, and let the wolf let go of him and rushed to Relogard to restrain him.Then I spread my hands and grabbed the hair of the two orc warriors who hadn't calmed down on both sides, and hit their heads against each other with all my strength.

With a dull bang, the bodies of the two orc warriors instantly collapsed.No matter how strong the orc's body was, he would still lose consciousness after such a big impact on his head.

I let them go and let them lie unconscious on the ground.

But at this moment, Leilogard flew up from the front and threw me to the ground.

Target, Behemoth's Wild (6)

Leilogard's surprise attack caught me a little off guard. I controlled the wolf beast soul I summoned to contain him, but I didn't expect him to kill him in a blink of an eye.

As the chief of the Shouya clan, Leilogard's strength is far beyond that of the two warriors just now. When I was pushed to the ground by him, I felt like I was thrown down by a giant wilderness bear, and I had no chance of turning over.

"It's good to actually fight back in this situation! You really are a good seed to be a berserker!" His eyes shone with excitement in the dimness, "As expected, you are the one I have a crush on! Haha Haha!" He laughed out loud.

The last person who told me this kind of thing at first glance seemed to be Miria...

"Hey, get off me! I won't do it!" He and I clasped our hands and wrestled with each other.

"Do you know how many fighters can't wait for this kind of opportunity! You still don't want it?" Leilogard shook his head with an "angry" expression on his face, "I can't just stand by and watch you waste your money." Qualification."

This guy really has something in common with that perverted elf—both are too stubborn to listen to people.

Isn't there a normal person who takes a fancy to Lao Tzu?

I started to repeat the same trick and secretly summoned the beast soul. Raylogard's level is far higher than those of the two fighters just now. This time I have to summon a bigger beast soul behind him to knock him down with a claw. OK!

But just when I finally felt the blood mist start to rise, the breath of the beast soul suddenly stopped.

Um?This, what's going on here?

"It's amazing. You can use the spirit of the wild so skillfully at such a young age. You should have a pretty good mentor." The shadow shaman who had been watching the show got up.

I realized that the shaman's spells can interfere with other people's spells by communicating with the "spirit". Just now he interrupted my summoning of the beast soul. As a professional shaman, he interfered with the "spirit" The ability is definitely above me.

"Okay, drink it, kid." He knelt down beside us who were wrestling with each other and stalemate, and brought a cup of green liquid with a strange smell that he took out from somewhere to my mouth, and slowed down with an old voice. Huan said, "Embrace your destiny, and you will become a powerful berserker."

I was a little dumbfounded by his actions: "What is your green thing?"

"Oh, it's just a formula herbal medicine." He scratched his head and replied lightly, "It has the effect of paralysis and pain relief, drink it and sleep well, we will fix some."

"I told you I'm quitting, don't you fucking understand?" I turned my head to one side.

"Wouldn't it be better to just pour it on him?" Leilogard glanced at the shaman.

The old shaman understood, reached out and pinched my face and tried to turn it around, but I strongly resisted.

Damn God knows how he will be manipulated after drinking it...

"Okay, don't resist, it's not a bad thing." Relogard began to grin again, "Although it will hurt a little at first, and even the pain will be so painful that you can't get out of bed in the first few days, but soon you will like it. A feeling of self-release!"

Damn it, this guy must have a bit too strong hand... There is a shaman next to him, and it feels like he can't find a chance to turn the situation around.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted suddenly, and the light from outside shone into the tent.

This turn of events made us who were competing with each other subconsciously look away.

Igna was standing at the door, her expression was as cold as ice, and the backlit figure was as sharp as a sharp knife stuck in the ground.

Both Raylogard and the shadow shaman grabbing my face froze.

After an uneasy silence lasted for a long time, Igna spoke, "Lei Luo, what are you doing?"

"I, I..." Relogard's tongue was tied.

Igna slowly shifted her gaze to the shadow shaman again.

The old shaman trembled in fright, tensed up like a prey stared at by a beast, raised his hand and pointed at Leilogard: "The chief asked us to do it!"

Igna turned her knife-like gaze back to Relogard.

The blood on Leilogard's face turned pale: "I just, just want to—"

"Get up first." Igna interrupted him coldly.

"Oh..." Relogard hurriedly got up from me.

Igna continued to stare at him sharply, Relogard was sweating coldly and dared not speak.

"Well, the chief just wants this young man to become a berserker..." The old shaman sensed the tension in the atmosphere and tried to explain it to ease it.

Igna glanced at him, and he fell silent.

Igna looked at the two lying orc warriors inside again, and said to Leilogard in a cold tone: "You brought two extra people, and you were killed instead."

"Hmm..." Relogard replied with a voice as small as a mosquito humming.

"It seems that you and the people under your hands are a little slack, and it is necessary to exercise a lot." Igna said in an unquestionable tone, her eyes were so cold that it was chilling, "Go and get your hands now." The team below will go around the camp fifty laps to exercise, you set an example, run a hundred laps, you can't finish it, you are not allowed to eat and rest today, do you understand?"

This level of training is also a terrible torture for orcs.