I'm not that kind of orc

Even if I can't see her face, I can feel her smiling.

She began to wrap the bandage round and round around my shoulder, with a jerky technique.

The bandage she had been clutching in her hand just now felt a little warmth on her skin.

59

Angelica carefully wrapped the bandage and tightened it tightly.

"Well, is it already known that you are a werewolf?" I tried to start the conversation.

"Only Roland and a few professors know..."

It seems that Feilan didn't seem to spread this matter everywhere.

"Did they say anything? Did they..." I asked cautiously, "Did they say to send you somewhere else?"

Roland once said that the curse of werewolves has not found a way to be lifted so far, whether it is the elves who know more about magic and curses, or the humans who are more familiar with werewolves.

Even though Angelica herself tried her best not to hurt others, it is an indisputable fact that werewolves are objectively dangerous. The teachers may make plans to send Angelica to other places for resettlement, or even to the original human village. resolution.

"No, they... discussed it, and all the staff agreed, let me continue... to stay here."

"Oh, it's really... very good."

Although I also thought that it might be possible to allow her to stay here, I was a little surprised by the result of all the members agreeing.

"They said, anyway, there's already...a more dangerous precedent, it's just a werewolf...it's nothing." Angelica explained to me as if she heard what I was thinking.

"Oh..." I understood right away, and responded briefly.

You can think of who the so-called "more dangerous precedent" refers to with your toes.

That's right, for these female elves, the danger level of werewolves is only orange, while the danger level of our orcs is as black as that of giant dragons, ahahaha... Damn it!

"The dean...helped me put a restraint, making it easier for me...to control my power, and arranged for a teacher...to train me." Angelica continued.

"Well, it's pretty good."

Although the curse of the werewolf cannot be eradicated, it is also a good way for Angelica to learn to control the power of the werewolf.The power of werewolves is also a valuable ability. I have heard that some armies of human kingdoms will specially recruit werewolves to train them into elite fighters, and many werewolves have used this power to become famous mercenaries and rewards in the industry gold hunter.

It turns out that Roland has already made arrangements.Although that guy is unpredictable, he is quite reliable when it matters.

Speaking of it, I really feel sorry for her.

I came to this country full of strange prejudices against orcs as a prisoner of war, and I was involved in one trouble after another. It is mostly thanks to her that I can sit here without incident like this.

Putting aside his inherent racial prejudice, Roland described the beautiful dream of reconciliation between the two races, and has been working hard to realize it.

But I, who was favored by her, didn't really understand her, I just thought about myself and the safety of the tribe.

I blindly seek to be understood by the elves of this country, but I do not take the initiative to understand them.

What I have experienced in the past few days has also made me reflect a lot.

For thousands of years, the races of the alliance have been in constant dispute with the orcs led by the demon king. Even during the war of the abyss, the orcs' army invaded their country on a large scale.The feud between elves and orcs is also the origin of that strange prejudice.

If it were me, it would be difficult to accept the race that once slaughtered my own people without any grievances.

Trying to empathize like this, I feel like I can understand them a little bit.

It is natural for those female elves who have never seen a real orc, and have only been in contact with the distorted and ugly orc images in their legends and works, to feel scared and disgusted by me.

Feilan's extreme hatred for me before originated from the hatred that her father was killed by orcs in the war.

Angelica, who looks lonely and weird, is actually trapped by the curse of the werewolf.

And then there's Miriam...er... Miriam?

My reflection is stuck here.

That guy... can't understand at all, he's just a pervert...

Forget it, forget it.

All in all, keep up the good work in this country.

This time, not only for the safety of my own tribe, but also for the day when elves and orcs can truly understand each other—to change their prejudices and try to understand them at the same time.

This incident ended with the result of "the orcs and the beasts fought to save the elf students". It should also make the elves have a big change in the orcs, and it can be regarded as a big step forward.

60

If I have the opportunity to write a letter to the tribe, I really want to tell the chief about my current situation and my determination at the moment...

"Okay." Angelica behind her tied the bandage and cut off the excessive length.

Then she picked up the medicine and gauze, walked around to the front and suggested in a low voice: "The wound in front...I'll come too...help you."

"There's no need for this, I'll do it myself."

The wounds on the chest and abdomen are relatively shallow, and they have recovered a lot after being locked in for two days. As long as the blood and dirt are cleaned off, and then the bandages are covered, it is almost the same.

"Your left hand is not very convenient..." Angelica persisted and walked to the front, "Let me do it..."

Sitting down and looking straight ahead, I could almost meet her face.

In those eyes, the sense of vigilance and distance that often appeared in her eyes could no longer be seen.

The slightly red eye circles, the wet eyelashes, and the traces of tears still flowing in the corners of the eyes.

Through the slightly parted lips, one could see the unusually sharp fangs in her mouth where the canines should have been.

She noticed my gaze, subconsciously stopped talking and closed her mouth, raised her hands shyly to cover her lips, and turned her face away slightly.

"Ah, sorry." I realized my impoliteness and looked away.

All along, she didn't want people to see this, so she insisted not to speak in front of people.

"... Strange?" she whispered.

"What?" I didn't hear clearly.

"Teeth, this look...it's weird..." She lowered her eyes, her expression a little lonely, "Like a monster..."

"No way!" I frowned subconsciously and retorted loudly.

"Huh?" She was taken aback.

"The fangs are cute!" I slapped my thigh.

I did not lie.

Come, review the ideal woman in our orc aesthetics: straightforward personality, strong limbs, six-pack abs, loud voice, and... small fangs!

That's right, the women of our orcs also have fangs, her level is incomparable to the women of our Bloodaxe clan.But compared to other elves, at least it has a charm point!

"Woo, really, really?" After hearing this, she suddenly became shy, but she let go of her hand, and the potion in her hand fell off, and the spilled potion wet my pants.

"Ah! Yes, I'm sorry! I'm clumsy again." Seeing that she had gotten into trouble, Angelica hurriedly leaned over and wiped the potion on my pants with the gauze in her hand.

"It's okay, it's okay—" I waved my hands again and again.

At this time, the door lock of the infirmary made a sound, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of someone opening the door from the outside.

A face-faced elf girl appeared at the door, her other hand was holding the door frame, her left leg under the skirt was slightly bent to point to the ground, and there was an obvious scratch on her knee.

It should be a resident student who accidentally fell and was injured. He took the key and wanted to come over to bandage it.

Then, this scene appeared before her eyes:

I, the notorious orc in this academy.Sitting on a chair.

In front of me, the petite elf girl was facing me, with her back turned to her, bending over, wondering what she was doing...

After a few seconds of stalemate, the girl came to her senses, turned her head and ran, her agility and speed were nothing like the wounded who had to hold on to the door frame to maintain her balance just a second ago.

"Come here! It's not good! Something serious happened!" She yelled as she ran, "The orcs caught a girl doing strange things in the infirmary!"

"Huh?" Angelica turned her head in doubt, not understanding what happened at all.

"Wait, things are not what you think!" I rushed to the door, trying to stop her.

However, the girl had run away without a trace.

Can't these long ears listen to what others say? ?

Foreword, to the Great Chief:

I, Brock, am still alive.

I want to go home.

Please send troops to rescue quickly.

that's all.

Take a test for this fucking school life

Let's go hunting together (1)

The morning sun shines into the window, and I wake up naturally under the guidance of my biological clock.

I had no dreams all night and had a good night's sleep.

I got up nimbly, stacked the pillow quilt neatly like tofu cubes in a few seconds, then strode to the washbasin that had been filled with clean water yesterday and began to wash, cleaned my teeth with willow sticks, and washed my face with a gauze towel Wipe it clean again.Then I skillfully tied my hair, and finally took a small file to polish my signature body part as a male orc - huge... fangs.

Every step was done in an orderly manner, and finally I looked at myself in the mirror for the final inspection. The mirror showed the same rigid face as usual, with polished fangs shining sharply.

Well, perfect.

I turned my head to look at the wall clock - the time was almost exactly one second away from normal.

Although he is not in the army now, the habits left over from past training have already been deeply rooted in his bones.Standard and standardized living habits can keep me in a good pace and state, just like now, another refreshing morning is ushered in.

Thanks to these few days of recuperation, the injuries on his body have almost healed.

After examining the body for injuries, I put on my shirt.

The rising sun poured into the room through the window, casting a square golden glow on the floor of the room.

It seems that the weather is also very good today, and it happens to be the school's rest day, so let's go to the woods and get something to eat.