I'm not that kind of orc

I knelt down halfway, and untied a wooden token from my waist, on which was carved an ancient totem of the orc race—the totem summoned by the beast soul.

In the evening, when I was about to leave Roland's office, she gave me this thing.

"I don't want you to participate in the battle, so I won't give you weapons. But just in case, you should bring this. This is a magic item I made according to the records in the ancient orc books and my own research. It It can replace the totem that takes time to draw in some shamanic spells. With this, you can directly cast the summoning of the beast soul, and the familiar can help you guard the surroundings."

The words are still in my ears.

I put the token flat on the ground, covered it with my palm, and began to concentrate on casting spells.

Omitting the process of drawing the totem with animal blood has improved my efficiency a lot. Soon the totem reacted, and the red mist began to emerge, gradually merging into three half-adult wargs.

Today, through daily practice, my spells have improved a lot, even enough to summon many beast souls for me to drive.But it's the first time in his life that three of them can be summoned like this and they can have complete entities at the same time-it seems that this prop made by Roland seems to have the effect of enhancing the effect of spells.

The three wolves fixed their eyes on me, as if they were waiting for me to give orders, just like the wolves I tamed in the past.

Unlike the puppet-like magical imitation creatures that the elves directly create with magic power, the beasts I summon with shamanic magic come from the wild spirits residing in my soul as an orc.The magical pseudo-creatures of the elves are only similar to creatures in appearance, but empty inside, and every subtle movement needs to be operated by the caster with consciousness.

But the beast souls summoned by the shaman spell can be regarded as a part of my soul, and the wild spirits endowed them with a natural habit, making them almost no different from real beasts.Even if I don't deliberately control them, they can act on their own according to their habits.

So I just need to next a simple command and it will work.

to chase!With your eyes, with your nose, with your ears, hunt out our foe as if you were hunting prey, and grab him with claws and fangs, and tear him to pieces!

Just thinking about it so much, the three wolves acted at the same time, rushing towards three different directions.

After learning this spell, I often use this method to hunt in the woods. To be honest, it is quite convenient, even more convenient than hunting with a real warg. The summoned beast souls can communicate with me, and I can directly manipulate them with my consciousness , and I'll always know if they find anything.

Earlier than I expected, I noticed the traces of the assassin, but in an unexpected way-without warning, the communication between the warg in a certain direction and me was broken.

The beast soul is not a real creature, but if it is attacked with magic power, it will disappear due to the collapse of the complete entity. Obviously, the assassin still has the skill to kill the head wolf with a single blow.

But thanks to this, I also used this to grasp his position, and I immediately sent the remaining two wolves to continue tracking there, and at the same time picked up the warhammer and rushed there.

A second Warg who arrived broke off at the same spot, and then a third.

I subconsciously clenched the warhammer in my hand, at the same location—this shows that the opponent no longer chose to continue fleeing after being attacked by the first warg, but waited in place, ready to confront me head-on.

Well, that's how it should be!

The place where the other party was located was an open field. When I stepped in there, the assassin was standing there waiting for me with a sword in his hand. There was still blood mist left by the departed beast soul at his feet. The moonlight made his armor There was a cold light.

The other party didn't say anything, just raised his long sword and pointed it at me.

I stood in front of him, this time the situation was not as critical as when I rescued Arsena just now, I was able to calmly observe the assassin in front of me.

Then I couldn't help frowning.

The sword in this bastard's hand...isn't it the black long sword with a seal on it that Arsena bought earlier?Why did it fall into his hands?

If it is said that during the fight, he took the weapons Arsena put in the hall by chance——this explanation is barely reasonable.

But this pair of armor is really weird.

I'm impressed with this armor.

This style is exactly the same as the one Arsena wore when she met me for the first time and when she took the entrance exam at the academy.

I remember that armor should be placed in the corner of her dormitory hall by her. It is hard to imagine that an assassin who finally sneaked into the target's residence would have the leisure and time to wear the armor placed on the spot.

At this time, the first thing that popped into my mind was the supernatural event that Roland and I mentioned recently happened in the academy: "The armor placed in the training ground moved by itself, and then fell apart after walking a certain distance... "

Speaking of which, if you want to do things like assassination and assassination, it should be taboo to wear this kind of heavy armor that is inconvenient to move and easy to make noise.

Could it be that……

The armor is empty?

The speculation that came to my mind made me feel a little uncomfortable, and it finally gave me a chill to be close to those unknown and weird things.

But no matter what, there is no doubt that this guy sneaked into the academy and tried to kill Alsena.Out of the consideration that the elves' main combat faction might set up a situation for me, Roland has repeatedly reminded me not to get involved in the battle casually so as not to get caught up in the fire, but now that the enemy is an assassin targeting Arsena, I don't have so many worried.

Don't care what he is, just let go and kill him!

With a roar, I strode forward, swung my war hammer and swept towards the assassin's body.

The guy backed away quickly, and then obviously wanted to grab the heavy weapon and swing the space where it was difficult to adjust his posture, and prepared to stab with a sword.

However, I made another effortless backhand swing, and he had to give up this attack and get out of the range of my weapon again.He obviously didn't expect me to be able to wield this warhammer so freely-in fact, this weapon, which is too heavy for humans, can be grasped with one hand with my strength, and even if it is against a long sword, it will not improve my flexibility. How much do you suffer.

After several fights, I quickly gained the upper hand. The war hammer gave full play to my advantage in strength. The opponent's long sword could not withstand the heavy blow of the war hammer, so I could only choose to avoid it blindly.At the same time, in terms of weapon length, his long sword is far inferior to this long-handled warhammer. Being forced back by the sweeping warhammer again and again, his long sword has no chance to reach me at all.

But even in heavy armor, his movements are still flexible. After completely giving up the attack, he began to dodge the flying hammer more and more easily. The scene quickly became a deadlock where I chased him to hide.

I didn't intend to fight with him, so I decided to sell him a flaw here.

So I deliberately increased the movement of swinging the hammer, pretending that I lost my balance when I swung this time, and even turned around and exposed my back to him.

Sure enough, he didn't miss this opportunity, raised his sword and slashed at my shoulder without hesitation.

I immediately backhanded the handle of the war hammer, and this move caught him off guard. The handle of the war hammer hit his breastplate as hard as a battering hammer hit a city gate. Made him stagger backwards.

I turned my body around immediately, held the warhammer and swiped with a backhand, aiming high at his head. I used all my strength for this blow, confident that if the opponent hit him squarely, he would not be able to protect his skull even if he was wearing a helmet.

But things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. At the critical moment when his body lost his balance, he was able to respond in time, turning his head, and letting the war hammer just brush his helmet and sweep over.

The helmet was swept away by this force, and the opponent's long hair scattered from the helmet.

Although the hammer failed to hit the ground, my offensive opportunity has not disappeared.The assassin who was swept away by the warhammer had not yet had time to stand still. With my current posture, I had time to turn my wrist to adjust the angle of the warhammer, and smashed the hammer head on his face like a spear, smashing his face.

However, the next moment, the moment I saw that face clearly, I felt that the blood in my whole body was coagulated, and a thunderbolt sounded in my head.

What came into my view was Arthena's face.

I hesitated, and my movements also came to a standstill.

Not only did this mistake cost me a great opportunity to take down my opponent, but it also allowed my opponent to fight back.

The assassin was able to take the opportunity to stand firm and swung a counterattack sword.

Out of conditioned reflex, I subconsciously retreated to dodge, but the blade still scratched the skin on my arm, leaving a shallow cut.

After I withdrew, I did not reorganize the offensive, but stared blankly at the opponent, not even caring about the wound on my arm.

Seeing that I didn't attack, the opponent put down his posture a little bit.

It was as if an invisible hand was flipping my head, and I felt that my whole mind had become a mess.

That was indeed Arsena's face.

But if the guy in front of him is Arsena, who was the guy who was almost killed by this guy in the dormitory just now?

"Who are you?" The question popped out of his throat in an instant.

"I was almost killed by you... It's really you, Mr. Bullock." The other party suddenly smiled, just like when "he" took off his helmet to me and introduced himself formally to me, " Speaking of which, this can be regarded as our first official 'meeting'."

Just opening my mouth like this made me feel disobedient.

I was immediately convinced that this guy wasn't Arsena.

Because what came out from the throat of the person in front of him was not Arsena's clear voice, but a deep male voice—the man standing here was a real man!

"I'm Alsace..." With a cold smile in his eyes, he bowed and saluted me as a knight, then raised his head and added, "The real Alsace."

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Hearing what he said, I felt my ears buzzing.

Alsace—that was the false name Arsena used to disguise herself as a man to inherit the throne, an identity that did not really exist.But now, this person who shouldn't exist is standing in front of me alive. This is really a strange thing that makes one's scalp tingle.

"What the hell are you? What is your relationship with Alsena...?" Almost subconsciously, I asked these questions.

Compared with me, the "Alsace" in front of me is much calmer: "You will feel that the confusion is justifiable, after all, the so-called 'Alsace' should be a non-existent character to you. But Just today!" He suddenly raised his voice, "This character, that is, I, was officially born in this world—according to the wish of my predecessor, Arsena Vendomina!"

"Arsena's wish?" My eyes widened.

"Yes, I was born from her wish. She made a wish to the sword, hoping that a male self would take back the throne that should belong to her. Now the sword responds to her, that's all." Alsace explained to me in a flat tone.

"This sword...can really fulfill people's wishes?" I was stunned.

I clearly remember the description made by Alsena when she went to get the so-called antique sword dug out from the ruins. She said that it was a magical sword that could grant the wish of the holder.

If I was asked to comment at that time or even a few minutes ago, I would definitely call "bullshit" without hesitation.

But now, the fact that it is branded in my eyes shakes me.

"This kind of thing...how could it be possible?" Even I could feel the lack of confidence in my voice.

"Of course it can be done!" Arthas replied in an unquestionable tone, "As long as enough sacrifices are offered, this sword can do anything."

"Sacrifice..." The dead woodland I discovered today and the animals that died on the ground came to my mind. Roland once said that all those creatures were hunted by black magic for their lives and souls. "The most recent thing happened Are you doing all these weird things?"

"Yeah, it took a lot of work to get this body. At first I didn't have a body, so I could only wander around like a ghost. Then I found out that I could move around on the armor, and it was only for a short time at first. , but I have also gradually mastered it. I am constantly looking for sacrifices here to draw strength. Then finally tonight, I was able to build this ideal form, and now I only owe a complete soul." Said Here, Alsace smiled wryly, "It's obviously the last step, but you messed up my situation."

"The last step..." I immediately remembered the scene where he raised his sword and was about to slash at Arsena a few minutes ago, and I couldn't help but tense up again, "Are you trying to kill Arsena?"

"No, no, Mr. Bullock. That's too harsh for you to say." He maintained that wry smile and shook his head at me. "I'm not planning to kill her, but to make her and I am one. She is my predecessor, and I am the ideal self she created. I am her, and she is me. We share a soul, and this state cannot last long, so it must be Complete the final fusion. As long as this final process is completed, her wish will be realized. At that time, she will become me, a real man as she wished, and I will also become her, ascending the throne she expects. All this is what she wishes, and she voluntarily, don't you understand?"

"Voluntary?" The word sent a chill down my spine.

I looked at the scene in my memory again.At that time, I saw him raise his sword at Arsena. At that time, Arsena... really didn't seem to put up a decent resistance.When I broke in, she didn't even have a knife in her hand, and she was sitting on the ground like fish on a cutting board, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Judging from the feeling I have just fought against each other, the man in front of me is far from capable enough to prevent Arsena from making any resistance...

"No!" I shook my head vigorously, trying to drive away this strange thought, "This is ridiculous! How could this method fulfill her wish? For her king father, this is just a sudden appearance It’s just a man like my daughter, how can I just accept it?”

With just a sword, a nonsense desire to create a male self can solve the problem of succession to the throne, and even make herself disappear from this world, no matter how paranoid that girl is, she can't be so stupid ah!

"Of course, as long as the final fusion is completed, I can perfectly inherit all her memories and personality. Even if my father can't accept it anyway, that's not a problem..." Alsace paused here, then understated He said something that made me shudder, "At that time, just kill him and get rid of all the opponents."

"What did you say?" I gasped, unable to believe my ears.

"Inheriting the throne is her, that is, me, the wish of 'us'. It must be done no matter what. 'We' will not allow anyone or anything to hinder this matter, even if it is the father, she I think so too." Alsace's tone was firm.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could Arsena want to kill her father!" I couldn't help but raised the war hammer in my hand and pointed it at his face.

"No, she really thinks so! I can assert that because I am her, my will is her will." He smiled frankly, "A person who can't see his daughter's efforts, just because of her natural gender Just go to deny her father, what's the pity if he disappears?"

Hearing this, I felt a strong nausea welling up in my throat.

I have heard from Roland the real consideration of why Arsena's father rejected her daughter's inheritance rights, and I have also seen with my own eyes how Arsena was greatly shocked when she learned of her father's decision.Naturally, I also understand that she may not understand her father's true meaning.

Although it's hard for me to say that Althea will never complain to her father because of this, I still don't believe that she really did such a creepy thing as patricide—even when she was so angry that she lost her mind, she wished her father The idea of ​​disappearing really appeared in her mind for a moment.

But the Alsace in front of him described this kind of thing so painlessly.

Althea is not that kind of person.