I'm not that kind of orc

"What should be done? Do you want to escape from the battle?" Igna frowned sharply, "You have survived as a prisoner of war in disgrace...do you still have to make excuses for your cowardice?"

"I've never been afraid of fighting, I just don't understand what you're doing!" Being accused again inexplicably, I felt a burst of anger welling up, and I punched the table hard, "And I'm a prisoner of war for my own sake." The tribe bears the burden of humiliation, I have never done anything against my honor! I have already said it, and I have a clear conscience for what I have done!"

"With a clear conscience... Heh!" Igna repeated, as if she was sneered from anger.

"You still say that until now..." Then she straightened her face, looking completely irritated, "You are not only shameful..." She stared at me, raised her hand and tapped her chest with her thumb , "...have you even thrown away your shame?"

Seeing her doing this action, I suddenly froze for a moment.

In this dazed moment, her figure jumped onto the long table and rushed in front of me.

The next moment, before the other people at the scene had time to react, I received a slap on the side of my face, and I was kicked down by her.

I felt that my consciousness was almost kicked out of my head by this kick, and the exclamation sounded around me seemed to come from a very distant place in my tinnitus ears.

Igna didn't just let me go, she jumped off the long table and jumped on me, grabbed my collar and lifted it up.

Before I could recover from that kick, I received another fierce punch on the side of my face, followed by another blow.

"Big words, it's up to you, what can you do? How far do you want to embarrass me?" Igna straddled me, and began to yell at me while beating me violently.

"Stop!" At some point, Arsena stood beside her and grabbed Igna's fisting wrist, her eyes full of anger seemed to burst into sparks.

Igna just glanced at it, twisted her wrist without hesitation and clasped Arthena's wrist in turn, trying to twist her arm at the same time.Arsena's strength wasn't bad, but she obviously didn't have experience in dealing with this kind of wrist-wrapping technique, and she was about to be countered.

A beast-like roar suddenly sounded, and Igna suddenly let go of her hands, stood up suddenly and threw herself to the side, avoiding a claw aimed at the back of her neck - the one who attacked her was Vikas, the knight general His arms turned into huge pitch-black claws, and he began to chase and beat Igna fiercely.

I climbed up against the dizzying pain, Arsena wanted to help me, but I waved my hand to signal no.

I saw the human knights also drew their weapons and rushed to try to round up Igna who offended the eldest princess.

Igna was still able to deal with the knight's siege. She turned around to dodge several attacks, grabbed a knight's sword-swinging wrist and pushed it towards another knight, and then used her flexible body to turn off the machine and turn around. Kick a knight on the breastplate to drive him back.But the next moment Wikas attacked her straightly. Under the stormy attack of the claws, Igna couldn't stand it at all, and retreated one after another, and was forced into a corner.

Just when Wikas rushed forward to let her get a firm claw, Relogard stood in front of Igna, raised his hand and grabbed Wikas' wrist, and actually stiffened the transformed werewolf's arm. Shengsheng blocked it.

"Don't be so anxious." He leaned slightly and met Wikas's gaze, "If you choose to help those with long ears, we will have plenty of opportunities to fight in the future, humans."

Then he pushed Vikas away hard, and turned to look at Igna: "You don't need to waste this kind of time on a waste, you should go."

Wikas glared at Lerogarde and Igna, but did not choose to continue entangled with them, but turned and walked towards Alsena: "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Arsena shook her head, walked over with a concerned face and tugged at my sleeve: "Mr. Bullock..."

"I'm fine." I waved my hand.

The place where I was beaten hurt like hell, and I was a little dizzy, but generally speaking, it was just a skin trauma and nothing serious.

The elf guards who were in charge of guarding the scene also pulled out their weapons because of the commotion. The guards standing on the side of the elf representatives crowded around the elf representatives and Princess Alyssa, standing in front of them with one hand and holding a weapon in the other. Aim at the side of the orc representative, and the guards standing on guard on the side of the orc representative blocked the entrance and exit of the hall to prevent the orc representative from leaving.

But at this time Tolivia waved her hand: "Let them go!"

The guards were ordered to move out of the way.

Igna gave me one last look back, and left with the chiefs.

"Mr. Bullock, go and bandage it up." Alsena persuaded.

"Student Bullock..." Princess Alisa also stood up with a worried expression on her face.

"It's okay... I just need to wipe my face." I wiped the corners of my mouth and looked at the blood on my hands.

"I'll take you to the rest room." Roland stood up suddenly.

When I left the hall, I saw a contemptuous and schadenfreude smile on Tolivia's face.

Then I was led into a small room and sat down on a chair.

Arsena was at the door of the room leading the knight to get towels and wound medicine, and Princess Alyssa also followed outside the door.

Roland who brought me into the room did not go out, but stood in front of me, looked down at me and asked, "What's going on?"

"What did you say?"

"Based on your level, no matter how you say it, you won't be beaten to such an extent that you can't fight back, right? Are you the only one who can control you to that extent?"

"That's not it!" I sighed, "To be honest, I also want to know what that guy is trying to tell me by suddenly asking me to cooperate with her."

"Cooperate with her?"

The movement of Igna tapping her chest with her thumb just now when she was yelling at me came to mind.

That was one of the few tactical gestures she made with me when she taught me how to hunt.

That gesture means "cooperate with me".

In fact, when Igna reached out and grabbed my collar, I was vaguely aware of her purpose.

So I didn't dodge or fight back from her attack from the beginning to the end.

I reached into my neckline and pulled out a ball of paper—that's what Igna slipped in at that moment.

"This is..." Roland seemed to understand what was going on.

I spread out the ball of paper in front of Roland.

On the crumpled paper was simply a map of the area near the Sidian border, with one location clearly marked.

I'm used to giving others one last chance, choose - I remembered what Igna said just now.

Now I understand that this opportunity wasn't just about the situation where I chose to leave with her.

I couldn't help but twitched the corners of my mouth to laugh, but my expression was distorted by the sudden pain.

Tsk, really... If you let others cooperate with you in acting, there's no need to hit him so hard, right?

Listen to the old man's words (1)

?After leaving the negotiation meeting, I, Princess Alisa, and Arsena did not go back to the camp, but followed Roland to the conference hall in the defense area.

Now, instead of taking a seat at the round table, I paced anxiously up and down the wall.

The three people sitting at the round table stared at me, turning their heads back and forth.

"Aren't you alright?" Finally, I stopped and turned to Roland to ask.

"Mr. Bullock..."

"Student Bullock..."

Arsena sighed, and a wry smile appeared on Princess Alisa's face.

"You just asked this question 3 minutes ago, and this is the eighth time you have asked it." Roland looked a little speechless, "I repeat, my familiars fly over with wings, not teleport , can't you sit down and have a cup of tea and wait patiently?"

"It took me a long time to get the clue, and the letter of challenge will be delivered the day after tomorrow. How can you ask me to be patient at this time?" I frowned slightly.

"The sky over the garrison area is still covered by dark clouds summoned by the shaman of the tribal coalition forces. The humidity in the air nearby is very high, and there is fog in the sky, which already affects the flying speed of birds, let alone the familiar Bring the gemstones for casting spells." Roland took his teacup leisurely, "It's impossible to fly all the way outside, the location marked on the map is inside the camp of the orc army, although the familiar has an invisibility spell, But there is still no guarantee that it will never be noticed, it is better to be careful in everything."

"Okay, Classmate Bullock, even if you're in a hurry here, you won't be able to get up quickly, you'd better sit down." Princess Alisa also persuaded, and patted the seat next to her.

She was right.

I walked over silently and sat down on that seat.

"Speaking of which, are you so sure that this piece of paper marks the position of your chief?" Roland, who was sitting on the other side, raised his eyebrows, picked up the piece of paper and shook it towards this side.

I glanced at her: "Igna won't do meaningless things. She spent all her time to deliver this location. It must be an important message."

And I have a faint feeling that Igna intends to tell me what I want to know—if this guess is correct, then she should be the one who will lead me and the most comprehensive understanding of the truth, and is the most suitable to tell me. Chief met.

"But why did that person help us? Didn't she always stand up for that side before? She acted very strong at that time!" Arsena asked with folded hands, frowned slightly, and whispered Added a sentence, "And there is no need to beat Mr. Bullock like this..."

She still seems to be brooding over Igna's previous actions.

"Perhaps... she was forced?" Princess Alisa guessed cautiously.

"No, it's impossible!" I shook my head when I heard this, "Igna is not someone who accepts threats."

She is the kind of ruthless character who will immediately think about how to find an opportunity to stab the threat person to death even if she is put on the neck with a knife.

"Then why would she come here in person to declare war on behalf of the queen and threaten the queen, and then come to inform us like this?" Arsena looked puzzled.

"We will know the answer soon." Roland said, closing his eyes for a while, "wait patiently, I can already see the camp of the tribal alliance through the eyes of the familiar."

"Classmate Bullock, let's have a cup of tea first." Princess Alisa poured tea and brought it to me.

"Thank you." I picked up the teacup and took a sip, took a deep breath, and finally calmed down a little.

After waiting like this for more than ten minutes, Roland finally said the line I had been waiting for for a long time: "I found it!"

"Where is it? Let me see! Quick!" I immediately urged.

"It's really urgent... I just saw the tent, and I haven't confirmed if anyone is there yet." Roland replied unhurriedly, raised his hand and waved, and the gemstone placed in the center of the round table suddenly projected a fan-shaped beam. Light came, and in that light a picture appeared.

The crystal projected Roland's familiar, the scene reflected in the eyes of a gray starling. In the center of the picture was a tent decorated with animal horns and painted with totems, surrounded by eight orc guards at a distance. An encirclement circle, surrounded by tents.

"No matter how you look at it, it looks like a big person is staying inside, so it should be here." Roland said.

"Then go in quickly!" I urged again.

"Don't worry, check the situation first." After speaking, Roland controlled the familiar to fly around the tent again, and then let the familiar land on the window that opened on one side of the tent and look inside.

Because there are windows for lighting, the light inside the tent is not too dark, so we immediately noticed the figure sitting in the center of the tent.

Dressed as a shaman, the old orc with white beard and hair sat on a chair with his eyes closed, as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind, or meditating.

"Is this the old man?" Arsena asked.

"Chief!" I excitedly slapped the table and got up.

Finally... finally saw...

"Finally found it..." Roland also heaved a sigh of relief.

"But... how do we talk to him next? The familiar can't speak for us." Princess Alisa asked.

"The familiar has a spell-casting gem." Roland explained, "I will call him with a spiritual spell first, talk to him, and then—"

"He opened his eyes!" Arsena exclaimed suddenly.

"I felt as if... he was looking this way," Princess Alisa said.

Indeed, as they said, the old chief opened his eyes without warning, and turned his head to look this way.

"Who is it?" he asked.

As he spoke, he leaned on the long stick in his hand and approached the screen.