I'm not that kind of orc

The cheers suddenly sounded, and I raised my fist and shouted to the sky as a winner.

Then I looked at the reviewing desk, and I saw Arsena waving her arms desperately at me, Feilan and Angelica yelling excitedly while hugging each other, and some of the elf representatives and guards seemed unresponsive Some of them stood there dumbfounded, and some of them cheered as if they were infected... I seemed to see Miria holding her hand and staring at this side with a flushed face, but I subconsciously ignored it.

Then I looked up.

Amid bursts of cheers, I saw Princess Alyssa still clasped her hands in front of her chest, standing upright like a prayer icon in a temple, staring at me, smiling at me through tears as if she had been redeemed .

Yes, Your Highness, that smile is the most suitable for you...

I clenched my fist and held it up to her, just as I swore to her in the name of my ancestors.

I kept the promise.

It is a part of the orc tradition to refuse to accept it, don't play if you are unhappy (11)

The outcome of the duel is decided.

I stood next to the unconscious Relogard, and the old chieftain on the other side, squatting down to check his injuries.

Igna has turned down the review stand and walked over from a distance.

She looked quite calm, as if she had already been mentally prepared for the outcome.She looked at me but said nothing.

Then she looked at the old chief.

The old chief raised his face and shook his head at her: "For this kind of injury, use shamanic spells... I'm afraid it's too late."

Lerogarde, who was lying on the ground, was already exhaling more and taking in less.

The survival rate of orcs hit by lightning is actually not low, but the thunder and lightning guided by the thunderclouds summoned by the shamans of the tribal coalition army are far more powerful than natural lightning, and it is enough to cause a fatal blow even to giant beasts.In order to win this duel, I have to do this. I can't give a berserker any chance to fight back.

Igna was silent for a moment, lowered her eyes: "This is his own choice, I persuaded him."

"Oh." The old chief sighed regretfully.

"Don't make a conclusion so early." At this time, I suddenly said.

When they cast surprised glances at me, I turned directly to the reviewing table on the other side, and called out loudly: "Alsena!!"

Arthena, who was lying on the railing, reacted when she heard my voice.

I waved at her.

Arsena's eyes lit up immediately, and she almost got carried away and jumped over the railing. Fortunately, Wikas behind her held her shoulders in time.

After reacting, Arsena turned around and ran towards the stairs, ran down the reviewing platform and rushed towards this side.

"Mr. Bullock!" She rushed towards me excitedly, "What do you want me to do?"

I held her down in time, and then pointed to Leilogard on the ground: "Look, is this guy still alive?"

Arsena turned sideways, walked around me to look at Lerogarde, and then raised her eyebrows at me: "Mr. Brock, are you going to save him? It seems that he still has a breath, so he should be able to save him. But my holy light spell can barely bring back his life."

From this point of view, it would probably be crippled if saved... This is probably unbearable for a soldier.

"It's good to catch your life first. If you want to be cured, there is still a way here." Roland's voice came from the side, and I turned around to see her pushing a female elf in a priest's robe towards this side come.

The high priest of the temple among the representatives of the elves, Alessia.

"Wait, Roland, are you kidding!? You want me to use magic to heal an orc? And you are still a war criminal who wants to send troops to arrest us and do all kinds of strange things!?" Alessia's face was full Reluctantly, he kept trying to stop the pace of being forced to move forward under Roland's push, "No, no, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible!"

"Okay, don't be so imaginative! Don't be too stubborn, this matter is very good for us, just do it quickly." Roland tightly grasped the shoulder of Alessia who wanted to escape.

"No! You have no right to order me! It hurts! Let go, why are you so strong as a mage? And these two orcs are so revealingly dressed...don't let me get so close to them!!"

"Alessia High Priest." At this time, Princess Alyssa walked over quickly with her skirt, looked at me, and lowered her head towards Alessia, "Student Brock must have him to do this." The truth. Please! Please treat him.”

"Eh? Even the princess?" Under Princess Alisa's pleading gaze, Alessia showed some hesitation on her face. After a while, she sighed, "Since the princess said so, then... ...In the future, if he has his hands and feet tied up and a group of people come to watch...it's not impossible to try."

"Thank you for your understanding." Princess Alisa smiled.

I have to say that Princess Alisa really has a unique charm that people can't refuse her.

I reached out and patted Alsena on the shoulder: "Alsena, this is my request, save people first."

"Okay, since it's Mr. Bullock's request." Alsena quickly agreed, stretched out her hand towards Lerogarde, and solemnly recited the prayer.

When she finished chanting, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the next moment, a dazzling beam of light descended from the sky with astonishing momentum, slanting down like a waterfall, covering and submerging Relogard's body.

In that dazzling light, the branch-like brand marks all over Lelogard's body slowly healed, and at the same time, the ups and downs of his chest gradually became more obvious.

Finally, with a burst of coughing, Lelogard woke up with a start, and immediately twisted his face in pain: "Cough... I... woo..."

He squinted his eyes under the strong light, gasped for breath, and looked around, but his body was obviously still unable to move.

"Raylogard." I stood next to him and looked down at him.

"You...you..." He noticed me, and Arsena who stretched out her hand to treat him, twisted his face, "Is this... going to humiliate me?"

"Understand whatever you want. I will not only save your life, but also heal you." I said coldly, "In the name of the ancestors, you lost the duel, and the loser has no choice. Now is It's time for you to take responsibility. You are the leader of the radical faction. As long as you agree to the agreement, no one from the six major tribes will stand up to engage in those strange suspicions. Remember, you can finally It is thanks to these two princesses that I survived with healthy hands and feet." I poked Alsena, who was casting a spell, with my thumb, and then pointed at Princess Alisa, "You owe them favors now, and you will be rewarded if you are gracious." The principle of reporting... don't I need to teach you?"

This is my main purpose of saving him. It is not enough just to get the chiefs to sign an agreement.There are probably many radical diehards who are as hostile to elves and humans as Raylogard in the tribal alliance. They are Raylogard's supporters.Now that Raylogard had lost the duel, letting him, as a representative of the Radical Faction, personally implement the content of the agreement should be able to suppress those objections more effectively.Then as long as the agreement proposed by the elves and humans goes forward, the suspicion will disappear sooner or later.

Roland, who forcibly dragged Alessia over, was also aware of this.

Relogard stared at me panting, but didn't speak.

"Laylo."

Igna's soft call made him turn his eyes away with difficulty.

"Are you awake?" Igna looked down at him expressionlessly.

"Igna..." Lerogarde squeezed out a voice weakly from his throat, "You helped this kid to tie the knot, right?"

"It's me." Igna admitted bluntly, without any worries.

"I thought of it when he took out the blood contract..." He muttered to himself, "But I really didn't expect that I would lose."

"Brock, I trained him alone." Igna said flatly.

I remembered what Igna once said to Relogard during the negotiations.

"So you always believed him more... No, I took it lightly." Relogard's eyes dimmed, "Igna, you are the most outstanding woman in this world I have ever seen I...cough! I used to...have no status, just to be worthy of you, I worked hard to climb to this position today, you don't know how happy I was when I was elected as the new chief, because then I have I want to marry you in a dignified manner. But I think that is not enough. A man who is worthy of you must be a real hero. I, I have always wanted to make a career, and I hope that I can become a member of all tribes ... Cough, a hero against the common enemy." He suddenly smiled a little sadly when he said this, "In the end, I still can't get your approval."

"You are wrong, I am just correcting your paranoia. It is normal for husband and wife to quarrel." Igna interrupted him and replied calmly, "I chose to marry you at the beginning, to marry Shouya The chief of the clan, not because you are the chief, but because the chief is you. You have your own merits, and I have my own choices."

Lerogard was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and finally smiled at himself, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

"Brock." Igna shifted her gaze to me.

Just when she opened her mouth to say something, I shook my head at her and signaled her not to say it with my eyes.

Just like she never said unnecessary words to me in the past.

After going through so many things, I can now somewhat understand Igna's state of mind.

It is not our style to communicate our hearts with words, and it has always been.

Igna was stunned for a moment, and then, extremely rarely, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was fleeting.

Lerogarde's breathing gradually stabilized, the beam of light gradually shrank and dimmed, Arthena finished casting the spell.

She let out a long breath, and suddenly fell backwards like an anemia attack.

I hurried forward and grabbed her shoulders.

Rescuing the person who was only breathing was obviously exhausting for her.

"Mr. Bullock." She raised her face to look at me, a playful smile full of credit was shown on her tired face, and she tried her best to raise her hand and gave me a thumbs up.

I couldn't help being amused by her: "Well, well done."

"Hey!" She smiled happily, and raised her head coquettishly, "Praise others again!"

This girl is really...

"Student Bullock." Princess Alisa called me from the side.

When I looked at her, she tilted her head slightly, her long black hair flowing.

She narrowed her eyes and said to me with a smile, "Thank you."

In that gentle gaze, I suddenly felt that all the hard work I had endured to achieve this step became worthwhile.

"Yeah." I smiled back at her.

It's over...finally...

I said this to myself in my heart, and at the same time, for the first time in the past half month, I really relaxed.

"Wurrrrrrr..."

At this moment, I heard the low growl of the beast in the back of my head.

My face suddenly changed, and cold sweat came out all of a sudden.

I go I seem to have forgotten a big trouble...

A huge paw immediately patted my shoulder, which instantly tensed up my shoulder which had just relaxed.

"Mr. Wikas!?" Arsena, who was supported by my shoulder, exclaimed.

"Is the duel over, sir?"

I looked sideways tremblingly, and saw that after the transformation, Wikas brought his mouth full of fangs to the side of my face, and his bright yellow eyes gleamed coldly.

"Then, it's time to prepare for the next game." He said ferociously, showing a sharp claw on one hand.

That day, I recalled again the horror of the werewolf.

Epilogue: Princess Double Flower (1)

"Brock, wake up!"

"Wake up soon, idiot!!"

The next morning, I struggled to open my eyes in a violent shaking.

The faces of Feilan and Angelica suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

After waking up, I felt a sense of pressure on my chest and stomach. Through a quilt, Angelica knelt down on my stomach and put her hands on my chest: "Brock, good morning."

"Tsk, finally woke up!" Feilan who was standing beside the bed withdrew her hand that was pushing my shoulder and crossed her arms, "You, you really fell asleep like a corpse. ah!"