I'm not that kind of orc

"Forget about such old-fashioned rhetoric in front of me, little girl, first of all, my father died in battle at that time, and I myself have been on the battlefield. I know what war is far better than you. Secondly, me and You hadn't learned how to speak when Tolivia met, and I know what kind of person she is far better than you. Finally..."

Speaking of this, Roland's voice suddenly sank, "It seems that you have never sat idly by, have you?"

"You, what are you talking about?" The other party was visibly shaken.

"Anyway, tell her that my patience is limited. She also knows about the exchange students, right? Tell her that if she doesn't want to be charged for trying to murder allied politicians, just be honest and don't let me see another one There's a mouse coming from her, get it?"

The other party is silent.

"Okay, I've finished what I need to say, please go back." Roland said again.

"You should think about the problem more carefully, and I will take my leave."

A few footsteps passed, and the door was suddenly opened.

The female elf with a long sword on her waist strode out of the threshold with a resentful expression. Judging from the uniform on her body and the weapon she was wearing, she seemed to be an officer.

Then, she noticed me standing by the door, less than two steps away from her.

For a moment, her eyes widened.

"Beast, orc?!" In the confusion, she reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword at her waist.

This murderous action made me tense my whole body after training, and I almost subconsciously punched the opponent's face first.

But in the end, the sword was pulled out only an inch before it stopped.

The female elf remained motionless as if petrified. After a while, she turned her eyes and looked at the long sword on her neck in disbelief.

Behind her, Miriah held the hilt of the sword tightly with a cold expression——when the female elf officer screamed and grabbed the hilt, Miriah pulled out the sword at a speed far above her and quickly stuck to it. on her neck.

"Knight Miria, what are you... doing?" She didn't dare to twist her neck too much, but turned her eyes and tried to glance back, her voice trembling slightly.

"Take back your weapon, now, immediately." Miriah's tone was calm.

After weighing it, she carefully retracted the sword.

A series of changes made me froze in place, unable to utter a word.

Miria, is she... protecting me?Why?

I can't turn my mind a little bit.

"You dare to move my prey..." Miriam muttered in a low voice, and took the sword back.

... My mind turned around, but I suddenly felt that it is better not to understand!

The female elf officer glared at me, as if she was wary of whether I would make any moves while she was being forced to withdraw her sword.

I realized that the impulsive elf in front of me seemed to hate orcs more than ordinary elves, and maybe even worse than Feilan back then.

Confronting this kind of person will only lead to anger——Thinking of this, I consciously took a step back.

She stared at me for a while, then turned around, and questioned Miriam with a suppressed voice: "Knight Miriam...you need to explain what you did just now!"

"Explain?" Miria looked puzzled, "You drew the sword first, and I will stop you. Is it normal?"

"Stop? You just put the sword on my neck! Your attack is clearly an attack!"

"But you were the one who planned to attack him first." Miria was very calm.

The female elf officer looked at her in shock: "You mean, you... attacked your own compatriots for an orc?"

"I was entrusted with the security work by Roland, so I must do it well."

"What does the security work of the Elven Academy have to do with this orc?" The female officer was angry.

"For the time being, he can be regarded as a student here." Miria responded lightly.

"Students? Are you kidding me?" The female officer sneered angrily, "You said this kind of bastard, lowly beast-like race is a student here? This... this..."

I stood there silently watching the emotionally out-of-control female officer, without speaking.

My ears are almost calloused from hearing this kind of words, so I won't just because of this level of provocation——

"This kind of bastard that even his own father doesn't necessarily know who it is - Gua!"

When I came back to my senses, I went forward and grabbed the female officer by the throat, lifted her up like a butcher lifting a chicken, and made her face me.

Even Miria, who was originally calm, was stunned.

The female officer who was caught in my hand stared at me, unable to make a sound, kicked me in a hurry, but the strength was not painful at all to me.It took a while for her to barely regain a little consciousness from the chaos, and reached out to touch the sword at her waist.

I grinned at her, and from the depths of my throat let out a battle cry unique to us orcs.

The deafening roar seemed to shake her soul out of her body, she froze all of a sudden, and the only remaining sense of resistance disappeared from her eyes, replaced by eyes full of horror.

It can be seen that she has received good training, but she seems to have no actual combat experience at all.It is really stupid to touch the bottom line of others with only this level.

I straightened my face and stared at those eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's probably useless to explain to you that we are also a monogamous civilized race. But you have to remember that insulting an orc's parents face to face will hurt you." Death!"

I was really angry, but I didn't lose my mind and kill her, otherwise her neck would have been broken the moment my hand touched her.After I became a first-class soldier, I trained juniors in the soldier camp. They were all ignorant brats. Among them, there were not a few slobbers, and I also met people who were worse than her.

Of course, they all reflected on their mistakes in the end, and really learned what not to say-it was just during the recovery period in the hospital.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the office: "Let go of her, Brock."

I suddenly lost control of my hand, and the knuckles stuck in the skin of the female officer's neck bounced off involuntarily.The female officer fell free from my grasp, and one of them fell to the ground, holding his throat and coughing violently.

I glanced sideways and saw Roland sitting behind the desk in the room holding a crystal in his hand, looking here with a blank expression.

Her command and control only lasted a few seconds, and the dominance of my body quickly returned to me. These few seconds were enough for me to calm down completely.

I silently withdrew my hand.

I am not surprised by Roland's interference. As a prisoner of war, if I hurt an elf here, it will be difficult to end.

But even when I'm completely calm, I don't feel like I've done anything wrong.The reason why I couldn't send this damn female elf in front of me to the hospital was simply because of my status as a prisoner of war—a humiliating prisoner of war status that I almost forgot myself in this academy.

In the eyes of this female officer, I only have this identity, so she is so confident.

"Roland... Your Excellency! You, you actually did what they said, allowing this orc to move freely here!" The female officer managed to slow down, grabbed the door frame and stood up, glaring at Roland, as if frantic roared, "He just attacked me! You should be responsible for it!"

"Well, you are right, Lieutenant Testa, this matter is my responsibility, and I should deal with it properly." Roland's voice was calm.

Most likely they want to give me an electric shock to subdue me to calm things down.

I stood there blankly waiting, without saying a word.

Hmph, isn't it just an electric shock?Come on, who is afraid of whom?

But at the next moment, without warning, something "swished" from the depths of the office and swung the air towards this side, wrapping around Testa's waist standing at the door.

"Huh?" She didn't respond for a moment.

Not only her, but even I was taken aback by this unexpected development. I looked into the room and found that it was a thick vine, which came from a potted plant in the corner of Roland's office.

Immediately afterwards, the vine moved again, dragging Testa into the office.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Teesta screamed loudly and was lifted into the air by the vines like a rabbit caught in a rope trap.

"I seem to have said it just now, Miss Testa..." Behind the desk, Roland had a smile on his face, but his eyes were chilling, "My patience has a limit."

If you don't die, you won't die. Why do some people don't understand? (2)

Surprised, Miriam and I turned our heads and looked into the office at the same time.

The vine entangled Testa and hung her in the air, writhing like a live snake, obviously the effect of some kind of spell, which made me feel very fresh when I saw it for the first time.

Tista subconsciously wanted to pull out the saber at her waist, but the thin end of the vine had already stretched out to her belt, and flexibly untied the saber hanging on it.The sword that was still in its sheath fell, making a crisp sound on the wooden board.

Roland sat upright behind the desk, leaning on the back of the chair leisurely, admiring the embarrassing figure of the elf female officer who was hoisted up: "Don't be so angry, Lieutenant Testa, why don't you think about the problem after calming down a little?"

"You!" But Testa looked furious, "Are you as crazy as Knight Miriya?"

"What Miria said was just doing the right thing. That classmate Brock over there is a top-notch orc warrior. Your sword probably won't do much damage to a rough-skinned orc with thick flesh, but the opponent You may really die with a counter punch. She just successfully stopped a bloody conflict and saved your life, so she is definitely not offending you, don't get me wrong." Roland replied calmly.

"Then what are you doing?" Testa yelled at Roland.

"What about me..." Roland moved away from the back of the chair, slowly put his hands on the desk and crossed his fingers. When the topic changed, his voice became tense, "I really offended you, little girl."

"Woo..." The vines suddenly tightened a little, causing Testa to let out a dull groan.

"Didn't Tolivia teach you that it's rude to bring a weapon into someone's room? I've put up with you for a long time since you insisted on coming in with a sword. It's a shame you dared to pull it out here." Roland still He smiled, but there was a faint sharpness in his eyes.

"Orcs! Dirty orcs should be executed! It's a big joke not to kill him directly! You not only let him move freely, but also covered his attacks!" In stark contrast to Roland's calmness, Ti Star yelled hysterically, "Let go of me! Are you really planning to treason because of a damned orc attacking your own compatriots?"

"It's just for you to reflect a little bit. You were the one who attacked and provoked him first. For those who tried to cause bloody conflicts in my academy, I should of course have a 'talk' with her? If you really want to attack you, call What comes out should be hell thorns, the snake vine can sense the target's consciousness, and it will become tighter and tighter because your hostility is rising, how about relaxing a little?" Roland persuaded.

"Stop talking nonsense, let me go! You bitch who bows to orcs!"

At this moment, the expression on Roland's face froze.

"Young people nowadays..." I was staring blankly at this scene and heard Miria sighing softly.

The next moment, the flowerpot under the potted plant in the corner burst, and more vines grew wildly from the soil, quickly wrapped around Testa's limbs and pulled them apart.

"You, you, you, you, what are you going to do?" Even Testa, who couldn't even struggle, stuttered.

Roland just smiled and didn't speak.

Two vines stretched into her neckline, passed through the gap between the buttons on the front of the breast, and then undid the top few buttons, and the collar was opened like this. The underwear under the uniform, and the large chest and abdomen Skin is unobstructed.

Testa gasped.

Then the two octopus tentacle-like snake vines gently slid across her collarbone, down her chest and flat abdomen.

The vine flexibly untied the belt, then stretched into the waistband of the trousers, and then...

stab-

...roughly tore her uniform trousers.

"You!" Testa stared at Roland in horror.

"It's still too late to apologize." Roland raised an eyebrow at her.

"Don't even think about it!" She refused firmly.

stab-

A snake vine mercilessly tore a strip of fabric from the trousers.

"Ah, are you really crazy?"