I'm not that kind of orc

At this moment, I saw that other visiting teams were also brought here from different directions, and were led to the statues of heroes. The orcs who led the way were telling them about the tragic but glorious history of the orcs in the past. Here It is the end of the visit.

"The statue over there commemorates the chiefs of the various tribes who stood up and led the tribes to resist the devil in the abyss war." Tilawa also led us to the statue in the center of the venue, "There are nine in total, but in the end there There are only six tribes that survived this tragic war, and most of the chiefs also died in the war. Our ancestors exchanged blood for us today's peace and freedom."

We slowly approached the past, and the shape and details of the statue were slowly revealed in front of our eyes.

"...I take back what I said just now that I feel okay." Feilan frowned suddenly, "Why do you like to hold weddings around such vicious statues?"

"Hey, don't talk too much." I couldn't help but glared at her, "What a joke, these are the greatest heroes for us."

"But this shape is too weird." Feilan stared back at me not to be outdone.

"What's wrong with the looks? Aren't these looks very handsome?" I argued.

"That's right." Tilawa also agreed with me aloud.

"That's not right, why do you have to hold a wedding under a group of muscular orc statues? Your orc aesthetics are too strange!" Feilan seemed to finally be able to bear it, and raised her finger to the nine concave and different statues. The statues of heroes and chiefs of various ethnic groups who showed off their majestic muscles made loud complaints.

The others all pursed their lips and remained silent, as if they were on her side.

I looked at the statues again.

...Thinking about it carefully, such an aesthetic seems to be a bit strange for other races, especially elves.

I probably wouldn't have understood her thoughts at all before, but after all, I've also been in the country of elves for a while now.

But understanding is understanding. As an orc, of course I can't agree with it. I still want to refute: "I didn't let you hold a wedding here. What do you care so much about?"

As a result, Feilan blushed inexplicably when she heard this: "Who is going to hold a wedding with you here!?"

"I didn't say that at all, did you? Are your long ears just for display?" I couldn't help but complain about her.

"It's still a girly heart as always. I remember that your favorite game when you were a child was to dress up as a bride in sheets." Roland suddenly interjected with a teasing smile.

Feilan's face was so red that she could squeeze out tomato juice. She excitedly raised her finger to her sister: "Roland, I warn you not to talk nonsense! There is no such thing!"

"What's wrong? Could it be that I misremembered? Wasn't it you who told me 'I'm going to be my sister's bride' expectantly while wearing a bed sheet? My sister is very sad for forgetting such an important thing." Roland Touching his cheek and smiling.

"I'm fighting with you! Stupid orc, don't pull me! Let me kill her!"

Feilan suddenly opened her teeth and claws and was about to rush towards Roland. In desperation, I had no choice but to put my arms around her neck and hold her.

"Any fighting is strictly prohibited in the sacrificial ground." I shook my head helplessly.

At this time, Roland turned his attention to the one closest to the middle of the statues, his smile gradually faded, and a look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes, as if an old friend reunited.

It was indeed an old friend to her.

At this time, Angelica tugged at the hem of my clothes, and pointed to the statue: "Brock, that statue looks a bit like you."

"Because that's my ancestor." I explained to her casually.

In the center of all the hero statues is the statue of Azak, the legendary orc hero who was the first to resist the devil.

Welcome to visit (8)

I quickly understood Igna's intention of arranging the last stop of the visit to be at the sacrificial ground. Na began to explain the past history of the orcs to them.

The orcs are considered to be a race created by the devil. They were born in the devil's realm, and then they were raised by the devil in the wild of giant beasts. They were cultivated as weapons for the devil to conquer many civilizations. Since then, they have started a long-lasting conflict with many civilizations south of the Northland Mountains. History, and the elves, humans and even dwarves have become sworn enemies.

In our orcs' own cognition, the orc civilization was established by contacting and imitating the tribal civilization of ancient humans in the past, and then quickly developed into a shaman culture with its own characteristics, and the orcs also got rid of it. The beast-like living conditions have become a truly civilized race.

70 years ago, the Demon King launched the largest conquest in the history of the civilized world in the south - the Abyss War. Tens of thousands of demons and orcs marched across the desert in the west to the territory of the elves, and conquered Hull in the east. The pass fortress established by Gia in the Northland Mountains captured a large area of ​​the civilized world with such force.

But at that time, an orc hero stood up and led his people to openly resist the devil, and insisted on retreating back to the field of giant beasts, turning his finger on the devil and other orc tribes who still chose to be puppets of the devil. Eight other clans responded.These nine clans paid a terrible price for pursuing this freedom. Three clans were even wiped out because of this, and the rest of the clans were also on the verge of extinction.

But their rebellion was not meaningless. The massive resistance of the orcs completely disrupted the momentum of the demon army's engulfment of the civilized world, and gave the Southern Alliance a chance to regroup.In the end, the alliance counterattacked the Demon Realm, killed the Demon King, eliminated the culprit who threatened the civilized world for thousands of years, and completely cut off the fate of the orcs being enslaved.

The histories of orcs, elves, men and dwarves were united in that war, and now we have no reason to hate each other.

The role of the orcs in that war, according to what Roland said in the past, is basically only partly spread in Helgia, which has contact with the orc tribes.Igna is going to show this history completely to all members of the investigation team, so as to narrow the gap between them.

"Although we have never fought side by side, we have fought for the same freedom and peace on the same battlefield." After summarizing that period of history, Igna glanced at the people present and said slowly, "The appearances are very different, but We all live in this land for the pursuit of happiness."

The atmosphere was quite good, everyone was unusually quiet, everyone looked quite serious, and it could be seen that everyone was very touched.Humans no longer used animal bones as an aphrodisiac, dwarves no longer wondered why the worgs were so big, and the group of female elves didn't yell at the half-naked male orcs.

Everyone was just listening carefully, although whenever they moved their eyes to the hero sculptures with muscular shapes, their expressions would become a little weird.

... Well, presumably cultural and aesthetic differences will always exist.

"This time you extended a helping hand to our tribe, we will definitely remember it in our hearts. I am very honored to have the opportunity to join hands with you to track down our common enemy this time. I wish our future cooperation all the best." Igna said finally With his speech, he gave an orcish military salute to those present.

After a pause of a few seconds, Wikas returned the human knight salute to Igna without saying a word, and his subordinates followed suit. Then everyone in the investigation team followed suit one by one with their respective races and Reciprocated as a gift.

I noticed that their eyes were not only looking at Igna, but also that many people were looking up at the statues of heroes.

They are paying homage to the heroic history of the orcs.

...Although the way they look at those statues is still a bit complicated.

The visit ended here, and everyone dispersed one after another, walking towards the camp.

When I turned to leave, I noticed that Roland was still standing alone under the statue of Azak.

"Hey, it's time to go." I walked over to remind her.

"Understood." She looked up at the statue of Azak, who stretched out her arms and bent her elbows to highlight her biceps, and responded softly, but she still didn't move.

"Since that day, I have worked hard for decades to see this scene." After a while, she said suddenly.

"That's it..." I replied briefly, and I couldn't help but recall the scene when she first told me about that past event—it was the first night I entered the college, and I stayed at her house, and she sat bed, and I just got out of the bathroom...

Ok?

Why does it feel weirder the more I think about it?

Well, when I think about it carefully, I don't seem to have any normal memories with the female elf in front of me.

"It's all thanks to you, Brock." She smiled and turned Lian's face away.

"I don't know how many times I have heard you say the phrase 'thanks to you'. If you really appreciate me, don't keep teasing me." I shook my head and sighed.

"Oh, what do you mean, do you want me to make it up to you?" Roland suddenly teased me again, "I have nothing else to give, only this body, how about tonight—"

"What kind of brain is it that can forcefully draw this level of meaning?" I rubbed my forehead, "You see that you are so excited when you say it?"

"Tricking you is an expression of loving you. If you take this away, it's not me." She narrowed her eyes and looked at me.

Alas, this guy is really...

But to be honest, after getting along for such a period of time, if Roland really got rid of that bit of bad intentions and talked to me seriously all day long, I might feel a little uncomfortable.

Of course, this doesn't mean that I don't want her to restrain herself a little...

"I heard it." Miriah suddenly appeared beside me at this moment.

"What did you hear?" I was taken aback by this elusive guy.

"I heard that Roland will use his body to compensate." She suddenly stared at my face very seriously, "Please let me do this for you!"

"That's not the case at all! Please take care of yourself!" I felt a headache, "Would you die if you weren't so perverted?"

"If you take away this point, it wouldn't be me." Miria said with a firm face.

Well, that’s right, if Miruiya really gets rid of that bit of perverted traits and talks to me in a straight-forward manner, I might be a little uncomfortable...that’s weird!

"Please remove this point!!" I raised my head and let out a long sigh.

Man is iron, rice is steel (1)

The next day, the joint work officially started. The two investigation teams of Helgia and Saidian were led by Igna to check the various clues collected by the Shouya clan when they attacked those strongholds, including the The various spoils of war, the leftover materials, and the preserved corpses of the controlled giants, and of course, the corpses of those elven sinners and humans killed in the battle.And the temple priest in the elf team was sent to the edge of the tribe's settlement to assist in the purification of the land, and distributed the magic tools engraved with purification formulas made by Saidian in large quantities to the shamans of each clan, and taught them how to use them. method, let them take things back to their clan.

As the representatives of the six major clans and Saidian, Roland and I are responsible for the coordination of all parties, so we naturally have to participate in the assistance.

Considering that the investigation team may need to analyze the fragmented data and the spells to control the giant beast, Roland, the chief mage of Saidian, also took the initiative to go there to help, and Miria accompanied her.

And I was assigned the job on the other side, which is to assist in the purification of the land. I have already experienced shaman training and I am now qualified for this job.

It's just that the work here has encountered a little trouble at the beginning.

"This...such...then the spell is activated." The elf priestess in the elf team, who was in charge of instructing the shamans to use magic tools, stood ten meters away from us, with her head lowered, her voice was as thin as a mosquito Nadi explained to us.

"..."

"..."

Many shamans and I stood there speechless and listened to her explanation.

"I may be a little deaf, what did she say to do?" An old shaman next to me asked another young shaman.

"No, teacher, your ears have always been good, and I didn't hear what she said clearly." The young shaman replied blankly.

...This is already the third explanation.

"Hey, let me be serious, can you speak louder—" I subconsciously stepped forward to make another comment.

As a result, the elf immediately took a step back in fear and kept a distance from me.

Since the beginning of work, she has been afraid to approach us, and her voice is as quiet as a mosquito humming.

"We really won't do anything to you!" I spread my hands helplessly and sighed, "Now you elves should believe that we are a civilized race, didn't you visit this tribe yesterday, and now you still play Is this hand interesting?"

I feel as if I have returned to the day when I first arrived at the elf academy.

"But I'm just scared!" the elf priestess whispered to me with a mournful face, "I've hardly been out of the temple... Even if you tell me this suddenly... my physical reaction can't keep up..."

I suddenly thought of Alessia, the high priest of the elves who spoke amazing words at the trial meeting.

These elf priestesses seem to be cocooned in the temple, living a more closed life than ordinary elves, and have more serious assumptions and prejudices about things. This priestess is no exception. The fear of male orcs seems to have gone deep Deep down, even if we have understood on a rational level that orcs are not as shameless as they are written and drawn in their books, they still dare not get too close to us instinctively, and they are too nervous to raise their voices just being watched by us .

It's really troublesome, in this case, it's better to let Roland switch here to teach the shaman how to use the elves' magic tools...

Huh, wait.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me.

"Hello." I turned to Feilan who was standing idle not far away.

"Why?" She raised her eyebrows and looked over.

"Can you do me a favor? Teach us how to use those scrolls and crystals."

This golden-haired girl is also a mage anyway, so she must know how to use these props.

"Why do I have to help you with work?" She frowned slightly.