I'm not that kind of orc

"Speaking of which, you actually took the initiative to train under Igna." I looked at Tilawa again, "That guy is very strict."

When Lao Tzu was learning how to hunt under her hands, he was on the verge of death several times.

"Yes, Lady Igna's requirements have always been ridiculously high." Tilawa smiled wryly, "But thanks to her, my hunting skills have improved rapidly, and Igna also said that I am very talented. points."

"With her personality, she will never praise someone lightly. It seems that you are really self-motivated." I nodded, "You will become an excellent hunter."

"Thank you." Tilawa opened her eyes slightly after hearing my words, and then smiled shyly.

At this time, I suddenly felt a pain in my back—someone pinched the flesh on my back and twisted it.

"Hey, it hurts, what are you doing?" I turned my head to look at Feilan standing behind me in a daze.

No one else would do such a thing except her. I don't know why this girl is gnashing her teeth and staring at me angrily.

"Praise others casually when we meet for the first time..." She looked aggrieved, "Obviously, you couldn't tell me any of my good points before."

Isn't that because you really had nothing to praise at that time?

"...Do you care about my evaluation so much?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at her.

"That's not the case! Who cares what people like you think of me! Hmph!" Feilan turned her head away resentfully.

...Then can you please loosen the flesh on my back?

"Oh, by the way, ladies and gentlemen, do you want some snacks?" Tilawa took out a cloth bag at this time, "I have freshly made bacon jerky here, made from the meat of the mountain beast."

"I want it!" I immediately raised my hand.

It's been too long since I've had food made from the game of Behemoth's Wild.

As a result, the hand of the golden-haired girl behind me tightened a little more on my back.

In the end, only me, Arsena, and Angelica asked Tilawa for dried bacon, and the other elves seemed to have little interest in eating meat.

"Well, how does it taste?" Tilawa asked our opinion nervously.

"It's delicious, this scent is very unique." I nodded, "A little more."

"It's great if you like it." Tilawa's eyebrows stretched, "This is a spice I prepared myself, and I'm still worried about whether the taste will be a bit strange."

"No wonder, this is even more delicious than the ones sold in bacon shops. Your craftsmanship is really good." I praised without hesitation.

"Thank you." Tilawa smiled sweetly.

At this time, I suddenly felt someone tugged on my sleeve.

I turned my head and met Princess Alyssa's eyes.

For some reason, her brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes seemed to reveal a feeling of displeasure—it could even be said that there was a little bit of grievance, such an awkward expression was quite rare on her face.

"What's the matter, Your Highness." I looked at her in surprise.

"It's nothing..." She turned her head away from my sight again, her cheeks were slightly puffed up, but she glanced over with some concern.

Um?It's okay, why are you pulling my sleeve?

Welcome to visit (6)

"The building over there is the largest dining hall of the tribe. The square at the entrance is used to rent out stalls. When there are festivals and celebrations, this square will drag large prey here to cut up the meat, and then The on-site cooking is brought out for sale.” Tilawa pointed to the buildings and tent stalls in the distance, and the tempting barbecue and smoky fragrance flooded from there.

The visit is still going on, but now I faintly feel that the atmosphere seems a little wrong.

Because everyone seems to be unhappy.

Arsena has been quite disappointed since she felt she was being compared, and Angelica has been looking at Tilawa who is leading us with an unusually vigilant look.

As for Feilan, although she usually sees me with a stinky face like I owe her money, it is especially serious at the moment. describe.

As for Princess Alyssa, although her emotions were not so obvious, there was no smile on her face abnormally, and she glanced sideways from time to time, her cheeks were puffed up, a bit like she was sulking.

The only one who seemed happier than usual was Roland. She walked on one side, enjoyed the visit, and observed other people from time to time, with a smile on her face, and occasionally she covered her mouth and her shoulders trembled, as if remembering what a funny joke.

At this moment, she thought of something again, poked Mi Ruiya who had been expressionless beside her with her hand and asked her: "Oh, Mi Ruiya, don't you care?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the most suitable party to be abused is always the elf." Miria responded flatly, "I only pursue physical stimulation."

What the hell is this guy talking about...

I felt the need to adjust the atmosphere a little, so I tried to make a suggestion: "Why don't we go eat something first?"

"Is Lord Bullock hungry?" Tilawa immediately turned her head, her eyes sparkling, "Then, would you like to come to my house to eat something? Today, my father just hunted a hoof ox, and I can cook it for you. Roast beef and beef soup..."

"I'm not hungry!" Feilan responded immediately with a cold voice.

At the same time, her fingers stuck to my back silently again, picked up a piece of meat and twisted it.

...Hey, I said, is this girl addicted to twisting?

"I'm not hungry either." Arsena also raised her head with a serious expression.

Angelica's eyes obviously struggled when she heard the roast beef and beef soup, but finally she shook her head firmly: "For the time being... I don't want to eat it."

Hey, why do I feel like the atmosphere has become more rigid?

Then I was tugged on my sleeve again, I turned my head and saw that it was Princess Alisa again.

"If Classmate Bullock wants to eat, I can also borrow the kitchen to make some." She glanced at me sideways and muttered in a low voice.

"Eh? Is Master Brock hungry?" Tilawa thought about it again, hesitated for a moment, and raised his eyes cautiously to invite me, "Well, after the visit, Mr. Brock, please wait a while." Would you like to come to my house alone? Father should also want to see you. "

"Bear Hunter" Longtava is an old friend of his father's. It's hard to get the Shouya clan. It should be okay to take the time to visit.

"I..." I was about to speak, but suddenly froze.

The eyes of the surroundings instantly focused on me, and at the same time, I felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees, and the invisible pressure pressed from all directions, which made me hold my breath subconsciously, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Um?what happened?

At this moment, I somehow felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in my heart, and the intuition that I had honed from years of hunting and fighting inexplicably sent out a dangerous signal.

How should I describe it, it's like when walking quietly in the wilderness, I suddenly noticed the movement of a large beast moving behind, and there was more than one head.

"I may still have work to do, let's wait another day." After careful consideration, I decided to decline first.

"Another day? Well..." Tilawa tilted her head regretfully.

At the same time, I feel that the pressure around me seems to be less.

I was slightly relieved.

"Okay, can we go to the next place to see? We are still visiting now." Roland reminded Tilawa with a smile.

"Ahh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tilawa finally realized and apologized hastily, "Everyone, please follow me."

When everyone started to move on, Roland suddenly came up to me, raised his hand to his lips and waved at me, signaling that she would whisper to me.

I feel a little weird, she has something to tell me secretly, just use spiritual spells, there is no need to say it with her mouth.

But seeing her mysterious look, I turned my body slightly: "What do you want to say?"

But as if she didn't think it was close enough, she raised her hand and grabbed my ear and pulled my head over, making me lean over.

"Brock, Brock, you are really a rock." Roland put his mouth close to my ear, his voice full of teasing, "That's why the sense of crisis is more acute."

"What... do you mean?" I blinked twice.

"You, it's time to pay more attention to other people's thoughts." Roland said meaningfully, paused here, and added, "It's time to think more about yourself."

"Huh?" I was confused.

"Hey, I really don't know when this brain will open up."

After she finished speaking, she let go of my ear with her fingers, and suddenly blew into my ear pinna unexpectedly: "Huh."

I felt itchy at the base of my ears, and subconsciously turned my head away.

"Hi!" I rubbed my ears and opened my eyes wide to look at her, but she just squinted her crescent-like eyes and looked sideways, still smiling teasingly.

This guy, did he ask me to come over specifically to tease me...

But for some reason, these inexplicable words she said were buried in my heart like a seed, which made me feel impossible to ignore.

"Ah, the front is the last place we are going to visit." At this time Tilawa suddenly pointed forward.

"Huh? Isn't this empty?" Arsena blinked and looked over there.

In the distance is indeed a fairly empty piece of land, without a single house. There are patches of pasture growing on the ground and wild flowers blooming everywhere, as if a piece of grass has been specially reserved for the tribe.

But I immediately understood what this place was, and my face turned pale: "No, look over there." I pointed to an unremarkable sculpture in the distance, "That's the Hero Monument. Here, every tribe There are sacrificial places."

Welcome to visit (7)

"This is the sacrificial field, which is available in every tribe. It is the place where we hold ceremonies and worship our ancestors." Tilawa led us into this place, "Weddings, funerals, sacrifices and visits to tribal heroes, It will be held here, under the witness of the ancestors, presided over by a shaman. We are here to bless the newcomers to welcome the future, and to bid farewell to the deceased relatives. If you look at it from a human perspective, this place is equivalent to a sanctuary. If you see it with the eyes of an elf..."

Tilawa paused at this point, obviously she didn't know enough about elves, so she couldn't give a corresponding example for the time being.

"It should be equivalent to a temple." Roland smiled and helped her continue, "We will hold a wedding in the temple."

"Wedding..." I seemed to hear someone whispering vaguely, but I didn't recognize whose voice it was.

"Should we hold a wedding in such a completely open-air place? Wouldn't it be too casual? What if it rains on the arranged day? It will be very unpleasant, and that is a once-in-a-lifetime ceremony." Feilan Frowning brows, he made an inappropriate evaluation out of his heart.

This guy seems to be the type who takes weddings seriously.

"For some people, it's an uncertain thing." Roland suddenly nodded his face and added meaningfully.

"Ah, it won't spoil the scenery. In that kind of weather, the shaman presiding over the ceremony will call the rain clouds to disperse here, leaving a clear sky for this pasture." Tilawa smiled and waved his hand, "Actually, there are many Girls prefer it to rain during their wedding, because that kind of weather will make the scene more romantic, and when it is cloudy and rainy, the place will be illuminated by the sun, which is very spectacular."

"Do orcs also pursue romance?" Feilan said softly.

"Of course, orcs, everyone is the same." Tilawa tilted her head.

I caught a glimpse of everyone looking up at the sky as if they were touched by something, as if they were imagining the scene.

The sky is full of dark clouds, and the open field is soaked with rain as far as the eye can see. However, under the call of the shaman, a huge hole will be opened in the clouds above here. The ground is full of open wild flowers, even the strong wind howling on the field of giant beasts will bypass this field under the shaman's elemental induction, and the thunder and lightning will subside. No matter how windy and windy it is outside, only here is calm, warm and pleasant, People gather here to offer blessings to the couple.

"It feels... okay." Feilan nodded, and finally changed her mind.

The wind of the Behemoth's Field blew across the land, depressing the grass stalks and flower stems on the ground, and drawing waves in the pasture.

Compared with the temples of humans and the temples of elves, the sacrificial grounds of orcs have only the statues of heroes and ancestors except for large grasses and wild flowers.

But this place is still an incomparably sacred place for us. Birth, old age, sickness and death, the alternation of the old and the new, is equally solemn and solemn to all races. Like the temples of humans and the temples of elves, this place is engraved with the memories of countless people's lives .