I'm not that kind of orc

The spirit body constructed by the fire of life slowly appeared. Feilan pointed the demon ring at the spirit body that constructed the form at the right time, and the black flames ignited immediately, and the entire "ancestral heroic spirit" body was directly transformed into a hideous one. Black Flame Giant Soul.

"You people, have you studied heresy spells too thoroughly?" Hillier was surprised by our combo technique.

"Turn off the barrier, I'll kill him." I stepped forward with the "ancestral heroic spirit" soaked in black flames.

The "ancestral heroic spirit" in this state will not be afraid of the black flames on the corpse.

Hillier thought for a while, and took back the Holy Wall Barrier according to her words.

The corpse rushed forward immediately, and I immediately controlled the "Ancestral Heroic Spirit" to swing horizontally, chopping him five meters away.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Then I continued to rush forward, roaring and slashing down with the axe several times in a row.

Jia Long's corpse wanted to block it with a sword at first, but the remaining strength of this twisted corpse in the fire was no longer as good as before. It was able to block the first two blows. It quickly fell apart.The sixth ax directly cut off his right arm, and the next ax smashed his head.

After being roasted in the black flames, his body was shattered like charcoal under the huge bombardment.

In the end I managed to knock him down to a pile of burning wreckage, leaving only the magic sword in its original form held by a severed hand.

"Hey hey hey, you did a good job. You actually combined the demon king's fire with necromancy. I have taught so many students the devil's ring, and the one who uses it best is the youngest daughter of the Alderson family..."

Mudar's last shrill laugh echoed through the embers.

"Forget it, I've had enough fun tonight, anyway, the Ice Demon has already arrived... Well, look forward to the big gift I prepared for you."

After finishing speaking, the severed hand let go, and the magic sword slid on the ground with a bang.

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"Oh, it's really thanks to everyone who drew their swords in time to help this time, so that such a serious incident can be brought under control."

The next day, after all the funeral affairs were temporarily settled, at the headquarters of the Knights of Conviction under renovation, Andrew, the deputy head of the Knights of Conviction held my right hand in both hands and thanked us enthusiastically.

Last night's prison robbery incident ended with the enemy successfully robbing the Ice Demon Oaks, while our side prevented other prisoners from escaping from prison, killed the leader of the enemy's prison robbery operation, Jaron, and captured the magic sword "Legion Commander". .

Although it is not quite satisfactory, it can be regarded as avoiding the worst result.

I have to say, judging from the state of the deputy head in front of me, the healing effect of the holy light is really not a cover, the person who was almost dying yesterday is actually alive and well... Not only that, but his hand strength is quite strong , I tried several times to withdraw my hand without losing dignity.

"This, I'm really ashamed. After all, we still failed to prevent the enemy from taking away the ice demon." I scratched my head.

"No, so many dangerous prisoners in Ironthorn Prison broke through the containment last night, and it was thanks to your timely action that they were able to successfully control them." Andrew sighed with emotion, "The victims we rescued were able to be transferred in time, and there was no large-scale disaster. Casualties are considered luck among misfortunes.”

Fortunately in misfortune - it can indeed be said that although a considerable number of convict knights died in the line of duty, judging from the severity of last night's incident: Jaron, who had been demonized by the devil's heart, came to attack with hundreds of demons, plus Dark elf wanderers, mutant werewolves, blood princes, and sealed abyss lords broke through containment at the same time—to put it bluntly, an accidental death would probably be several times as many as it is now.

In the end, the result can be controlled to what it is now. To some extent, it is indeed worth a little bit of luck.

"Although I really want to prepare some gifts for you, it's hard to say. After experiencing such a loss, our Convicted Knights are now so stretched that we have to apply for assistance from other Holy Light Church organizations." Andrew said Face said regretfully, "The only thing we can do now is to leave portraits of you in the veranda of the exhibition hall during the next renovation to commend your bravery. The draft materials have been prepared now. If you don't If you mind, would you like to preview it first?"

"No, no, this is really unnecessary!!" I waved my hands again and again.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, we'll be really sorry if we don't do anything, please come and take a look."

Andrew still called a convict knight, who walked over pushing a bulletin board on a bamboo wheel.

There are portraits lined up on the bulletin board, with sketches on the faces of me, Angelica, Feilan and Vanessa, and our respective introductions are written underneath.

I glanced at it, and then petrified in place.

"..." I stared at these portraits in silence for a long while, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Well, to be honest, I have a question I want to ask."

"Please speak." Andrew nodded very politely.

"Why does it feel like the format of your stuff... so much like a wanted warrant?" I asked, pointing to these portraits.

That's right, the layout of each piece of paper in these portraits is exactly the same as the arrest warrant. Rather, it is completely in the same style as the portraits of the "List of Top Dangerous Criminals in Ironthorn Prison" displayed in the corridor before. .

"Ah, I'm really sorry. We only found these templates for the time being in the process of preparing the portraits. If you think it's not very good, we can replace it with the display templates of the saints of the past." Andrew apologized.

"No, it's really unnecessary..." I continued waving my hands, "I'm afraid it wouldn't be good for the saints of the past to see us heretics hanging in the same picture frame as them?"

"It doesn't matter. In fact, all the saintesses we hung on the wall have passed away." Andrew still nodded, "And based on the heroic deeds of everyone who saved the Convicted Knights yesterday, I think the saints of all ages will understand."

...Then isn't the damn portrait a portrait?You guys are going to hang us all on the wall, I guess it's not much better than a wanted warrant.

"Uh, then... I actually have another question." I couldn't help but continue to ask.

"please say."

"What's with those titles?" I asked, pointing to the bold letters under each portrait.

Those bold fonts seem to be the titles given to each of us by these knights. The style of each of these titles is quite indescribable. For example, Angelica is "Wolf Slayer", Feilan is "Dark Flame Maker", Vanessa is the "Succubus Lord", and I am the "Spirit Control God of War".

...Honestly either one of them gives me goosebumps.

Not only that, but in the fixed format of the arrest warrants of these convict knights, there is a column of "heretical race/occupation" to fill in.They clearly scribbled "werewolves," "demon mages," "demons," and... "necromancers" under our profiles—yes, I'm a fucking necromancer.

To be honest, looking at this thing after setting it up, it is better to say that we are the dangerous criminals who broke through the confinement of the Knights than the heroes who saved the Knights in the prison robbery incident.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brothers are used to compiling the criminal's information, if you accidentally...we will rectify it later!" Andrew said sincerely.

"There's no need to rectify, so I just told you not to hang us on the wall!" I felt a little bit broken, "Well, actually I have another problem."

"Please speak please speak."

"Why is my introduction so detailed and complete? I feel like I haven't told you this, have I?"

I pointed to the information under my portrait and asked in surprise. Among the four portraits, only my introduction was written in several paragraphs, including everything from my height and weight to my birthday and past experiences.

The point is that most of the data is still correct...yes, most of it.

"Well, actually, after the barrier was damaged, we sent people to White Lake City overnight to find Ms. Roland of Saidian to discuss the repair of the barrier. Regarding the things that everyone helped us last night, the brothers who went also talked with She chatted and it was the lady who gave us your details." Andrew explained to me.

"Well, I guess so..." I sighed with a headache.

"Excuse me, is there any discrepancy in these materials?" Andrew noticed my reaction and asked with concern.

"Of course there is..." I rolled my eyes and pointed to the item "Preferences" in the last line of the introduction.

Name: Brock Bloodaxe

……

Likes: elves, silver hair, older women, and teacher attributes.

That bastard Roland!

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"... That's it. We really appreciate everyone's help." Andrew still held my hand.

"All right, all right, I've fully understood your intentions, and you can do whatever you like." I was helpless by the other party's excessive enthusiasm, "Can you let go of my hand now?"

"Ahaha, I'm really sorry for making you difficult." Andrew said, but he still held my hand tightly, "But to be honest...Although I'm sorry, we still have an unkind request. "

I was taken aback for a moment, then sighed: "Is this the topic you want to talk about?"

No wonder he kept holding on to my hand, it turned out that there was still something we wanted.

"I know it's a cheeky thing to bother you when this is the case, but we really can't do anything about it." Andrew apologized, "Although Ms. Roland promised to send someone over to help repair the barrier, judging from the current damage estimate, No matter how fast this project is, it will take at least half a month. During this period, it will become quite difficult to contain some dangerous prisoners, and we are a little short of manpower now..."

I immediately understood what he meant. The dark elf wanderers, mutant werewolves, and blood princes we saw in the prison yesterday are basically ruthless characters who have the ability to break through the containment after the barrier is destroyed.Before the barrier was restored to its original state, there were no facilities here that could perfectly control them, and the Condemned Knights who were seriously injured did not have extra manpower to guard these dangerous people.

"Then what do you think?" I asked along.

"Can you... give these people to you to take care of temporarily?" Andrew asked eagerly.

I was silent for a while when I heard this request, and then I planned to leave with my hands: "...It's getting late, I should leave."

"Don't, don't! Please think about it." Andrew, the deputy head, hugged my arm anxiously, "I heard Hillier say that you can beat Segmana and Kofi by yourself. Te has no power to parry, and Anferisa has nothing to do with Your Excellency, if it is Your Excellency, you will definitely be able to control them!"

"Why don't you just be cruel and kill them all? Are all these people worthy of the death penalty?" I still tried to withdraw my hand.

"But we are a law enforcement agency! Everything must be done according to legal procedures, and lynching cannot be used like this." Andrew hugged my arm and did not let go.

"But our army is going to fight. With these three dangerous characters, in case something happens..." I couldn't help showing embarrassment.

After all, when marching and fighting, the most worrying thing is the factor of instability.

"However, Ms. Roland told us yesterday that she has a way to restrain these prisoners." Andrew said loudly.

"Roland?" I froze for a moment, "She really said that?"

"She said that she has a way to control these prisoners and even make them work for the army, that's why I mentioned this to Your Excellency." Andrew nodded seriously.

I thought about it for a while.

Although that guy Roland is weird, he is not someone who will casually make such empty promises. Most of the time, the guarantees she makes are relatively reliable.With so many weird spells in her hands, it is not impossible to have a way to control these prisoners.

"Okay, I'll go back and check with her. If she really said that, I'll take those prisoners back." After thinking twice, I nodded.

"Oh, thank you so much!" Deputy head Andrew nodded hastily.

Then please let go of your hands now—just as I was about to tell him this, Hillier led the others and walked over from the corridor, just in time to see Andrew hugging my arm tightly.

I saw Hillier's cheeks twitching: "When did you two become in such a relationship?"

"We have nothing to do with each other!" I quickly pushed Andrew away.

At this time, the girls noticed the portraits of them posted on the board, and they all looked at them a few more times.

"..." Angelica stared silently at the title of "Demon Wolf Slayer" written under her portrait, with a mentally handicapped expression on her face.

Only Feilan seemed to be quite satisfied with her introduction: "The Dark Flame Envoy, um, it feels pretty good."

This girl's aesthetics is no one else...

Vanessa, on the other hand, ignored her own portrait, and stared at my portrait with a nympho look on her face: "Darling is so handsome, I'll never tire of seeing it!"

I couldn't help but blush when I heard this straightforward compliment...

"Cough, it's almost time, we should go back after tidying up." I called them with a dry cough.

"Go back, go back, I've fought all day and night, and I've tortured you to death." Feilan stretched.

"After eating dry food for two days, I want to go back and eat some meat." Angelica also echoed.

"Yeah, let's go back together dear, I will never let you sleep tonight! Hehehehehe!"

Vanessa suddenly came up to me and wanted to put her arms around my neck, but I turned around and hid.

"What a group of weirdos. What kind of experience brought you heretics together?" Hillier stared at us with her hands on her hips. I still have to hand it over to you, let’s consider it your spoils.”