I'm not that kind of orc

Glory of the Orcs (7)

The real siege has begun, this time without the protection of the "ancestral heroic spirit", every attack is fatal to me.

I turned around and narrowly avoided Drakeway's claws, and then a synthetic beast with a shoulder height of more than two meters arched towards me with its horns on its head.I didn't back down, I swung Azak's battle ax in my left hand and slashed at it. The battle ax instantly broke the synthetic beast's skull.

Azak's battle ax can also be regarded as a heavy weapon by the standards of the orcs. Of course, it is not difficult to smash the skull of the giant beast, as long as the person who wields the battle ax has enough strength!

Even if I don't use "Ancestral Heroic Spirit", my body strengthened by dragon's blood itself has the explosive power to kill giant beasts in one fell swoop.

I took this opportunity to jump onto the back of this collapsing behemoth, and then turned to Drakeway for another big jump - trying to complete a volley chop on this three-meter-high monster without a stepping thing No way, this synthetic beast was delivered to the door too timely.

I raised the battle ax over my head, and the crest of the Berserker on my arm glowed red—when I jumped on the back of the synthetic beast, I cut the back of my left hand with the ax in my right hand, and activated the crest with blood .

This alchemist used the alchemy technique on himself and thought he would not hold back much. His physical strength is probably far higher than other synthetic beasts. If he wants to behead his head, he must use all his strength!

The Berserker's coat of arms draws power from the pain and pours it into my arm, pushing the power limit of this cut to another level.Not to mention the skull of a giant beast, even a mountain rock is enough to split.

However, Drakeway just raised an arm above his head to block the approaching ax blade. The tomahawk hacked into the bone shell of his body but failed to cut through. Realized the unusual hardness of the armor-like shell on his body.

He laughed and waved his arm, and pushed me back. I fell along the throwing line, and several synthetic beasts gathered near my landing point, scrambling to meet me with their sharp claws and fangs.

I twisted my body in the air to adjust my posture, avoiding the claws of one synthetic animal, and then stood firmly on the broad back of another synthetic animal. Before the synthetic animal turned its head and bit me, I smashed it with an axe. its head.Then he swung his ax and slashed down at the synthetic beast that rushed forward.

"Oh, is the strength of the physical body far higher than that of ordinary orcs? Even if you don't summon the undead body, ordinary experimental subjects are not your opponents." Drakeway smiled, "However, in this state, How long can you hold on?"

It really can't last long. From fighting last night to being under such a high-intensity siege now, I can already feel that I can hardly breathe.

Even if you have the strength to cut and explode the skulls of synthetic beasts, your physical strength is still limited. Facing such an incomprehensible numerical advantage, it is useless. Without the protection of the "ancestral heroic spirits", it is already very difficult to stand still under the siege of the beasts. barely.

If the "Ancestral Heroic Spirit" is summoned again, how long can the flame of life that has almost bottomed out last?a second?two seconds?Maybe it will allow me to kill a few more synthetic beasts before I die, and leave myself a heroic death.

But I don't plan to use the last bit of power on these synthetic beasts. True fighters certainly don't fear death, but they should never give up early before dying.

The bony shell on Drakeway's body has extraordinary strength, and ordinary slashing can't kill him.It is necessary to use the overwhelming power of the "ancestral heroic spirit" to break his vitals in one fell swoop.As long as you kill him, you still have a chance to break out from here!

But this opportunity is only once, and the remaining fire of life may only be enough for me to summon the "ancestral heroic spirit" to rush to Drakeway again and hit him. If this blow can't kill him, it will be completely powerless.

What I need is a perfect attack timing, so that he has no time to block or dodge, but right now I can't see that kind of flaw from him.Now he can watch me fighting among the beasts with ease, and is even ready to launch another surprise attack himself at any time.

At this moment, Lve Ying flew across the sky and landed on the rock where Drakeway was just standing, and I glanced there in astonishment.

What landed on the rock was... a thunder carving! ?

No, it's my beast soul——I sensed it the moment I saw it. This laser carving is the beast soul I summoned, the one that carried Quirrell away from the battlefield before.

Before I understood what was going on, a slender figure jumped out from the back of Thunder Eagle, and threw a throwing line from the high rocks towards Drakeway who had turned into a monster.

Drakeway turned his back to the rock at this time, and was intoxicated watching the so-called "experiment" in which I was besieged by synthetic beasts, so he couldn't notice the surprise attack from behind for a moment.

The figure threw itself heavily on his shoulder, biting him fiercely with its sharp claws and fangs.

Drakeway's body is covered with a hard bone carapace. However, in order to ensure that the joints of the carapace can move, there is always a gap. , the sneak attacker found the opportunity to insert his claws into these gaps and tear his skin.

Drakeway let out a roar of pain and anger, and the attacker who bit him was also roaring, the roar was so similar to Drakeway-it was Quirrell!After I deliberately sent him away from the battlefield, this kid turned into a synthetic beast and came back!

The roars of Quirrell and Drakeway were intertwined, which seemed to have a strange deterrent effect on other synthetic beasts. At this moment, the synthetic beasts manipulated by Drakeway, which kept rushing towards me, suddenly stopped moving, while they Around them, the herd quickly retreated, leaving a space for them.

Drakeway reached out his claws in a rage, grabbed Quirrell by the throat, and tore him off his body.Quirrell tried his best to grab it with his claws, but it was still useless. Delaware was overwhelming to him in terms of size and strength.

"A mere 'Chimera' dares to attack its own master!? Since it is such a defective product that is worthless, just die honestly!" Drakeway pinched the struggling Chimera. Luo lifted him up by the neck, roared in a muddy voice, and was about to wring his throat with force.

But at the next moment he turned his face to the front suddenly, and at the same time opened his eyes wide in astonishment—because just as he was dealing with Quirrell who jumped on him, a certain orc who was being besieged by him and his experiment Suddenly, he jumped up on the back of a synthetic beast, and summoned a huge ghost from behind.

Glory of the Orcs (8)

Quirrell's sacrifice created this opportunity I dreamed of for me. I used the last bit of life fire to summon the "ancestral heroic spirit" and swung the battle ax towards Drakeway.

Drakeway didn't have time to dodge or block. He probably didn't expect that I, who seemed completely exhausted, still had the last counterattack strength, and I was always waiting for an opportunity to make a key counterattack.

Although he used alchemy to endow himself with a strong body, as a researcher who seldom stands on the front line of the battle, his combat awareness has always been a bit weak.

The ax blade constructed by the ghost slashed heavily on his celestial spirit cap, and the hard carapace covering his body surface and his skull were broken almost at the same time.

With a fatal blow, this mighty alchemist fell down with a muffled sound, and his huge body threw up a large cloud of dust on the rocky ground.

Quirrell finally broke free from his claws. He was pinched almost unconscious, lying on the ground coughing violently, and at the same time his body collapsed rapidly, turning back into that weak elf kid.

The "Heroic Ancestor" dissipated in an instant. I stood on the ground and gasped for a few breaths. Facing the twitching Drakeway's coldness, I said, "He's not called Chimera, he has a name!"

After I finished speaking, I walked over and hugged Quirrell who was lying on the ground. The kid's consciousness was still a little hazy due to the lack of oxygen in his brain, but he didn't seem to be in any serious trouble.

I turned my head and glanced at the Thunder Eagle on the rock. The eyes of this beast soul were a little dull, its wings were messy, and a lot of the feathers on its neck had been pulled out. .

I took another look at Quirrell.

This kid, wouldn't it be that after transforming into a synthetic beast, he pinched the beast soul's neck and plucked its feathers to force it to fly back?Are you really not afraid of falling off the bird's back and dying?

This kind of reckless behavior doesn't look like an elf kid at all...

I couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Drakeway's body also collapsed, turning back into that mummy-like elf body.This guy's human form was distorted and shriveled like a piece of dead wood. I don't know if it was because of the side effects of using the alchemy secret medicine on him. No one would have thought that this seemingly dying body could turn into a three-meter-high synthetic beast.

As soon as he died, the synthetic beasts in all directions began to move again, and the consciousness of the manipulator was being withdrawn from them, and soon these monsters would be dominated by instinct and wildness.

Without further ado, get out of here before these monsters riot.

I turned to the rock, ready to climb, when I felt something lightly grabbing my ankle.

I pointed the tomahawk in my hand vigilantly, but I was surprised to find that it was Drakeway who grabbed me. This alchemist whose head was smashed to pieces was still holding his breath, maybe It is because the relationship between the body has been strengthened by alchemy, and his vitality is stronger than that of ordinary creatures.

But that was all, life was draining from him, and death was a doomed end for him.

"What the hell... what is it..." Just as I was about to add another ax to send him to rest, I heard him spit out angrily, "What kind of creature's power... tell me... a unicorn? A demon? A dragon ? Or...or..."

Disregarding life and committing many crimes, this madman who sacrificed everything to alchemy desperately longed for the truth he wanted to know at the end of his life.

"You want to know?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Tell me... tell me the answer quickly... for... my... research... the throne of alchemy... the pinnacle of evolution!" His eyes were shining with the light of a dying candle, as if he was grabbing the dead branch of my ankle His fingers exploded with strength that a dying man should not have.

"Go to another world and study it carefully!" I lowered my face, swung my ax down and cut off his neck, completely killing him.

This time, Drakeway really died, and the surrounding herd suddenly let out a loud roar, and the synthetic beasts out of control fell into a riot the next moment, and began to kill each other.

I immediately broke away from Drakeway's grip on my ankle, and before the rioting synthetic beasts could see me as a target, I hugged Quirrell and ran towards the rock, jumped vigorously, and quickly climbed up the rock along the steep slope.

This kid came back with the beast soul hostage, just in time to send me a means of escape.

After sitting on Lei Diao's back, I immediately drove it to take off.The Lei Diao fluttered its wings and took off from the rock, over the heads of the herd of beasts.

I took off my animal skin shawl and wrapped it with Qiluo in my arms, lest this kid who didn't even have a pair of underpants would be frozen by the high-altitude cold wind later.

As a result, he regained consciousness at this time, looked over with half-opened eyes, and called me inarticulately: "Brock..."

"You, why did you run back? Didn't I tell you to go back and wait for me?" I stared at him silently for a while, and finally couldn't help asking this question.

In the end, this kid asked me back: "Then Brock...why didn't he run away? Obviously, he might die, so he stayed."

I realized that this slender and sensitive kid was actually much smarter than I thought, and when I told him it was okay to send him away, he realized that I was just playing him off.

"This explanation is more complicated." I was not sure whether this kid could understand it, so I simply told the truth, "Simply speaking, the honor of being an orc does not allow me to do that in that situation."

"Then I too... for the glory of the orcs." This bastard actually parroted me.

"Hey, you don't even know what that is." I looked at him dumbfounded.

"I don't understand, but I can learn." Quirrell said softly.

"What kind of orc's creed do you learn as an elf?" I smiled wryly.

"But, I don't want to be an elf, I want...to be an orc." Quirrell said with blinking eyes.

"You want to be an orc?" I was amused by the brat's words.

"Yes, an orc like Brock..." the little guy nodded.

I couldn't help but startled.

It turns out that this brat came up with this idea because he took me as a role model...

Once again, the figure of Quirrell rushing towards Drakeway desperately appeared in my mind. How could the bravery and fighting spirit he showed at that moment be inferior to that of an orc fighting for glory?

Is it correct to only use race to determine a person's way of life and thoughts to follow?

"Brock, do you think I can do it?" Seeing that I was silent, Quirrell, the elf artificial man with the orc name raised his eyes and confirmed to me with a childish voice.

After a long silence, I finally raised the corner of my mouth and smiled: "If you work harder, maybe you can..."

Epilogue: I don't know who will take the good head (1)

Two days later, in the molten iron fortress, Roland's temporary office, across a table, Roland flipped through a thick stack of documents in front of me.

"Drakeway, among the sinners who were exiled in the past, there was indeed such a number one person, and he was quite famous. He was exiled earlier than Mudar, because of the crime of kidnapping children for inhuman living experiments, published by Sedian One of the classic horror stories is based on him." Roland flipped through the materials and said, "From the content of the materials he left behind, it can be seen that those synthetic beasts used by the enemy as combat power were designed and developed by him himself. Created. Such an important core figure was killed by you like this, it really belongs to you, Brock."

Not long after I killed Drakeway and fled with Quirrell, Arsena led a large team from the fortress to the scene, killed all the remaining synthetic beasts, and turned the barren mountain upside down. He found out the stronghold hidden in the mountains, turned to Drakeway's experimental field, and searched out the materials and research materials he was going to transfer.

It is said that when they turned over to the experimental field left by Drakeway, they were quite curious about the scene. They were so curious that nearly half of them, including Adjutant Bridget, lost their appetite for food throughout the next day.That stronghold was originally sheltered by a mirror demon disguised as a lord. While the enemy burned, killed and looted in Arsena's territory, they also kidnapped some of the citizens and quietly took them to this stronghold as experimental materials.In this stronghold, Drakeway studied his own set of life alchemy that evolved to the apex of creatures, carried out various inhumane experiments, and at the same time designed mass-produced synthetic beasts for the enemy's troops.

Everyone thought it was great that this lunatic died. Not only did he eliminate the number one important figure in the enemy army, but it also made the world less a scourge.

"Can these materials come in handy?" Seeing that she was reading them seriously, I asked casually.

"Of course, studying the information about these synthetic beasts will help us understand their weaknesses." Roland looked up at me, "And the part about artificial humans in these materials may help us find a way to extend Quirrell's lifespan. As an artificial human, his lifespan will be very short, and if he does not want to extend it, he will die in less than ten years. The alchemy of the life system has always been taboo in Saidian, who advocates nature. Do more research, this information is vital to us if we want to save the child."

"So, how will Quirrell be arranged next?" I asked.

No matter what, it's impossible to really let this kid go to the battlefield. In the next period of time, we won't be able to let him follow us.

"I have already contacted His Majesty, and she agreed to accept Quirrell as our compatriot to go to Saidian. He will be taken in by Saidian's welfare institution and receive proper education. Someone will come to pick him up." Roland said as he folded his hands, "However, I'm still more worried, as an artificial human made by alchemy, there is still the danger of becoming a synthetic beast, so I don't want to be treated differently by the people around me. It's unlikely, we need to find a suitable guardian for him, but... we must first find a way to let him overcome the problem of resisting elves."

I was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice: "...Qi Luo told me that he wanted to live in the tribe of orcs."

"Oh? Are you going to take care of his wishes?" Roland looked at me meaningfully, "Recently I've been seeing that child with you and Tilawa, and it feels like you're almost becoming his parents." In the morning, I saw him wearing animal skins, holding a toy ax made of stones and sticks, and playing orc hunting games with the two of you in the clearing."

"Qiluo is serious. I can feel that he is sincerely looking forward to the orc's way of life. If possible, I would like to give him the opportunity to choose. I am going to write to the chief, hoping that he can allow Quiro to stay in the tribe. Tilawa said that she will contact Igna, and Igna may find someone who is willing to take care of Quirrell for a while..." I simply confessed my plan, "Do you think it is inappropriate?"

Roland stared at me for a while, then smiled: "It's not bad, is it? Since he has such an idea, it's not a bad idea to let him live in the orc tribe first. The natural race cannot be chosen, but the survival The way to go, but the path to take can be chosen by oneself.”

"I thought you would object, let an elf live in an orc tribe or something..." I was a little surprised.

"I'm an educator anyway, so I understand the truth. Besides..." Roland stared at me, with a malicious smile on his face, "Maybe there will be elves going to school for other reasons in the future." What about living in a tribe of orcs? No, it might be the other way around."

"What do you mean?" I froze for a moment.