I'm not that kind of orc

Igna didn't answer her, as if she didn't see the shining blades facing her, she turned her face to me.

She returned to the table as if no one was there, then slapped the scimitar on the table and pushed it in my direction.

The machete slid in front of me.

I could feel that everyone on the sidelines was stunned.

I stared at the scimitar that reflected my face for a while, swallowed my throat, raised my face and asked cautiously: "Igna, what are you..."

"You kill yourself, Brock." Igna said in a serious tone, "Right here, right now."

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The place fell into a dead silence.

"What?" After a long silence, I squeezed out my voice and looked at Igna with a dumbfounded expression.

"You kill yourself." Igna folded her hands, gestured to the elven machete on the table with her chin indifferently, "I trained you with one hand, I never thought that you would be seduced by the elves with beauty. You have already lost the honor of being an orc warrior, and now this is the only way to restore your reputation. Well, let's do it quickly."

"Hey, I've already said that things are not what you think, okay! Can't you listen to me first?" I couldn't bear it anymore, raised my hand and beat the table angrily, and the scimitar on the table jumped accordingly.

"Well then, I'll give you a chance to defend yourself." Igna said blankly, "Only once, think it through carefully. If you didn't attack the elves, why would that elf knight make such a statement?" ,Um?"

"Because that guy is actually a pervert!" I raised my hand and pointed in Miria's direction without hesitation, preparing to expose her true nature in front of everyone.

? But before I finished talking about Igna, I made a conclusion: "Okay, it's over, let's do it."

"I didn't lie to you!" I yelled loudly.

At my insistence, Igna was silent for a while, turned her face slightly, and carefully looked at Miria who was stabbing on the table with a long sword in her hand for a few seconds.

Then she turned her face back and looked at me who was so anxious that I was sweating.

Finally she shook her head: "I didn't expect that you couldn't even tell a decent lie... I am very sad, you are the descendants of the hero Azak like me, but now you are putting the face of our entire race It's all gone!"

"No! What I said is true!" I was a little desperate.

No, the contrast between the outside and the inside of this perverted knight is too great, and no one will believe me just because of my words.

"Wait a minute, I suddenly felt..." At this moment, the elder of the Luefeng clan interjected as if he had suddenly thought of something, and said in a calm voice, "After all, this matter came from the other party's mouth, so it's better not to believe it."

Oh, there are still people who understand the truth!

I immediately applauded this wise old man in my heart.

After hearing this, Igna pondered for a while: "It also makes sense...then get the person back first, and then 'ask' carefully."

And then she fixed me with that piercing stare that seemed to dissect me all too well—she'd look at me as a kid every time I tried to lie or hide a mistake.

...and then the end of the basic ** will not be very good.

I suddenly don't really want to go back.

"I've said it before, people won't hand it over to you!!" Miriya emphasized this sentence coldly again.

I beg you to stop talking!

"It's unforgivable, you dare to get involved with Chief Miriah..."

"To make such a noble and glamorous chief degenerate into this..."

"unacceptable!"

"kill him!"

Minute complaints came from behind, and a murderous intent began to permeate among Miria's subordinates.

I'm sorry that your esteemed officer has fallen beyond redemption from the very beginning, okay?

"It's really as miserable as the rumors say, no wonder you were prosecuted for rape before." Tolivia narrowed her eyes and sneered, deliberately uttering shocking words at this time.

"Brock!?" Igna began to size me up with the way she knew me for the first time.

"**? This, this is too unconscionable... Warrior of the Bloodaxe Clan, don't you... have no sense of shame?" The cavalry leader of the Wolf Head Clan widened his eyes in surprise.

"I was once... treated roughly by this bastard orc..." Tista beside Tolivia whispered in pain, her body trembling slightly, as if being reminded of a tragic memory.

"Please wait, Mr. Bullock is innocent about the matter about Miss Angelica!" Alsena raised her hand to help me explain, but then added a superfluous sentence, "This incident with Mr. Miria Things are different."

"Is this orc really related to Miss Angelika? Your Highness, I think you should really think carefully! Your Majesty will not want to see you associate with such a person..." Werewolf Knight Commander Wikas Started talking again.

"Damn, what kind of life does this orc live here?"

"After doing so many bad things, I can still sit here well..."

"I'm so envious, fuck it, I also want to live a life surrounded by fairies and beauties..."

I faintly heard the knights guarding Alsena whispering in the distance.

Envy your mother, envy, how can you human beings understand the pain I have experienced here?Didn't you see that Lao Tzu was somehow brought to the forefront by these elves again?

The scene became a mess because of Miria's astonishing actions, and the atmosphere that should have been in a serious negotiation was completely gone.The people at the meeting talked a lot, either intentionally or unintentionally, and pointed their finger at me one by one.

I only have one mouth, and I can't answer and explain at all. Now I really feel that my head is really bigger than the head of a mountain beast.

"Okay, everyone, please be quiet."

The sudden call sounded suddenly.

This voice seemed to sound from the depths of the brain, echoing like a thunderous bell in the brain.

Everyone in the meeting fell silent, and I suddenly realized that everyone felt the same way I did.

It's a psychic spell.

All eyes were on the only person on the scene who could do it.

Roland, who had been sitting on the stone chair, met everyone's gaze indifferently, opened his lips lightly, and said, "Please don't engage in such meaningless disputes anymore. What I have to decide now is whether the prisoner of war Brock will stay or not." The question, whether he is interested in elves, whether he has shot against elves, are secondary issues."

"No, I think this issue is much more important than whether I will stay or not!" I thumped the table angrily.

But unlike my reaction, the orc representatives headed by Igna all showed a look of approval.

"Indeed." Igna nodded lightly. "The most important thing now is to hand him over. As for whether he really has shamed the reputation of the orcs, I will personally interrogate him afterwards."

Now I finally fully understand how Feilan felt when she was misunderstood as gay at the trial and wanted to defend herself but was dismissed.

"Forget it, it seems that this shameless orc really has no value in staying here." Tolivia squinted at me mockingly.

It seemed to make her feel very happy to see me pinching up with my fellow clansmen. As Roland said in advance, the leader of this elf's main battle faction didn't plan to put too much effort into my fate from the beginning, but just wanted to continue this time. The meeting is just a basic test.

"Wait, I—" Miriam wanted to say something again.

"Miria, stop messing around." Roland calmly stopped her, "This is not a place for you to be willful."

Her words had some effect. Although she still had a very reluctant expression on her face, Miriah pulled out her sword from the table and put it back into its sheath, and obediently withdrew from the negotiation table.

I was surprised that Roland, who was usually the most likely to play tricks on me on such occasions, behaved uncharacteristically more serious than anyone else.

"Since there are no more opinions, let's get down to business and hand it over!" Igna scanned the audience with a cold gaze, "We have wasted too much time."

"Wait a minute, I have a proposal for this." Roland looked into Igna's eyes.

"What?" Igna frowned.

"I propose that Brock decide his own fate according to his own wishes." Roland said calmly under the gaze of everyone.

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As soon as this statement came out, the audience was stunned.

including myself.

Roland just said... let me decide?

I couldn't react for a while.

"According to his own wishes?" Igna narrowed her eyes suspiciously, as if suspecting that Roland had other plans.

"Wait, Roland, are you kidding me?" Tolivia also turned her face, staring at Roland's side face across three empty seats, with a smile on her face as if she had heard an inappropriate joke. Expression, "Are you going to let a prisoner of war... decide for himself whether to stay or not?"

"I think this is the most appropriate solution." Roland responded indifferently.

"He's just a captive!" Tolivia frowned.

"But he has the right." Roland responded almost immediately, "He has saved many people here, even in this country, and he deserves far more than that."

What she said caused the orc representative on the opposite side to show a look of astonishment.

"Most of that kind of thing was arranged by you, right? How could a filthy orc have that sense of justice? Don't forget that you are still under suspicion of adultery!" Tolivia said aggressively.

But Roland didn't even bother to look at her: "Tolivia, I believe that no matter how stupid you are, you won't question His Highness Alisa's testimony. Your Majesty has accepted those facts, and I hope you don't deceive yourself because of your personal emotions." judge."

"I can prove that Mr. Bullock once stepped forward." Alsena raised her hand to speak solemnly, and fixed her eyes on Tolivia with sharp eyes, "Please don't doubt too much, if you dare to If my benefactor speaks rudely, I will not sit idly by!"

"..." Tolivia was silent, and her face suddenly became ugly.

"Since the six major tribes have no intention of making any concessions for a prisoner of war, it is not beneficial to force him here with us, so let him decide for himself." Roland glanced at the faces of the three orc representatives, " I don't think you should have any objections to this, right?"

"Okay." Igna quickly replied, "But I don't understand the significance of your doing this. Let him decide for himself. He will naturally choose to return to his tribe. There is no suspense at all."

"Since everyone agrees, let's do this." Roland came to a conclusion.

Then, everyone turned their attention to me.

"Then Brock, come back." Igna said bluntly.

"I..." I opened my mouth, but couldn't say that.

"What are you hesitating about?" Igna frowned.

What am I hesitating about? Not only her, but I also have this question in my heart.

What is Roland thinking?

There is no need for the elves to detain me, and the six major tribes want us to go back, so just hand me over according to the procedure, right?

Why...you still ask me?

Why should I hesitate... Am I not the one who has been looking forward to returning to my tribe?

Clearly now, all I need is to say "yes" and nod my head.

The direction is already very clear, why, now, I feel like I am standing in the misty wilderness, not knowing which direction to go?