MTL - Orc Predator-~ ☆Chapter Fight and Hug

Everyone in the auditorium who has been silent all the time also realized that something was a little strange. Judging from the previous performance on the challenge field, the strength of 'Storm' is obviously much stronger than that of 'Falcon'. In the current duel between the two, although the non-orcs looked aggressive, they had many flaws. Even if the orcs were forced to panic, they would never fight back, as if they were worried about something. No matter how you look at it, their relationship is not ordinary.

Although this battle is also exciting, it always seems to have an indescribable ambiguity... Could it be a young couple fighting?

The orcs looked at the fierce non-orcs, and silently mourned for the orcs in their hearts for a while.

On the challenge field, seeing the orc dodging, Ah Liu's heart suddenly trembled, and without turning his head, the scimitar swung around his back in the palm of his hand, just touching the sharp claw protruding from the orc.

'Storm' finally took the initiative to attack.

A look of satisfaction flashed across his eyes, and Ah Liu turned his whole body around with the knife as the axis. Before his body was stable, the sharp claws had already drawn to his eyes. The body leaned back slightly, and at the same time, the scimitar was aimed at his eyebrows, forcing the orc to take a step back. Both of them are good at speed. At this time, you come and go to each other like two lightning bolts entangled endlessly, and like a tornado.

The strength of the orc is far superior to that of the non-orc. After a few rounds, the orc took Ah Liu's kick hard, but seized the opening and grabbed the back of the knife with its sharp claws, and then quickly pressed the non-orc's back with the other hand, pressing him down. to his chest. The veins on Ah Liu's forehead twitched, and he lifted his leg up and hit the orc's crotch. The latter grunted, closed his legs and clamped the non-orc's still dishonest leg tightly. Because of the orc's violent movements during the fight, the cloak and hat slid back a certain distance, Ah Liu raised his eyes, and met a pair of blue eyes hidden in the shadows. Those eyes were also looking at him without blinking, as if determined to see through his thoughts.

The two were deadlocked in such an ambiguous posture, and the audience suddenly burst into applause and laughter. Ah Liu's eyes flashed, and he took the lead to look away.

The host blew a whistle and joked: "It seems that there will be a love story in our arena, the little monster 'Falcon' and the competitive king 'Storm'! Ha, I think this topic can be discussed for a long time!"

After staring at the non-orc for a long time, the orc lowered his eyes, let go of Ah Liu's hand and took a step back, turned around and walked quickly to the outside.

As soon as one foot stepped out of the stone gate in the challenge area, the orc heard the strong wind behind him again. With a low growl, he took a step back and turned his body slightly, the scimitar almost brushing against his cheek. When the blade flipped and was about to change direction, the orc grabbed the slender wrist holding the handle of the knife, turned around abruptly and pressed the non-orc against the stone wall next to him, bullying him into it. The battered cloak finally couldn't hold on anymore. With the soft sound of the tie breaking, it slipped off the orc's shoulders. Mercury-like silver hair flowed down the tall body, slightly covering the dark blue eyes turbulent by the storm.

"You hate me that much?" Cedric raised Ah Liu's chin with his free hand, forcing him to look at him, his voice low.

"The rules of the challenge area are like this." Ah Liu replied coldly, his eyes drifted over the orc's injured arm, "Don't you understand it very well?"

Cedric was startled, and then realized that the non-orc was worried about his injury, so he jumped out and ended the challenge in this way. There was joy in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably: "I'm sorry."

"Let go." The non-orcs still had a cold tone.

Cedric let go obediently, Ah Liu moved his somewhat stiff arm, retracted the scimitar into its sheath, but was hugged tightly again the next second. The veins on his forehead twitched, and he stretched out his hand to push the orc away.

"I'm sorry." Cedric's suppressed voice rang in his ears, and the orc buried his head deeply into his neck, whispering beggingly: "Just a moment, okay?"

Ah Liu's body stiffened, and the warm breath of the orc sprayed on his neck, making him feel very uncomfortable, but he put down the arm that was pushing towards the orc.

Under the mask-like smile, a lot of emotions must have been suppressed, otherwise there would be no 'storm' killing people in the challenge area today.

"Liu, Cecil..." Realizing the non-orc's acquiescence, Cedric hugged the person in his arms tighter, and said in a low voice, "Francis may not be able to save him."

The eyes suddenly tightened, and the non-beast man trembled, and then lowered his eyes. It turned out that this was what had been kept from him.

"Cedric." After a long silence, Ah Liu finally spoke, with his usual expressionless face and his usual indifferent voice, "Come fight with me again."

The orc raised his head, with a slight smile on his face, and raised his hand to wipe the expressionless cheek of the non-orc pitifully.

"Anytime."

Cecil Augustine, from the day he remembered, his memories began in the tenth district, that small room. In the empty room, there is only a strong smell of medicine and non-orc doctors who are constantly coming and going. What he likes most is the small window next to the bed. When it is opened, the pale golden sunlight falls on the pure white sheets, like an elf's dance.

He didn't like non-orc doctors who kept their windows shut and babbled about this and that. With a pure smile on his face, he agreed one by one, secretly poured the unpalatable potion on the ground, and replaced the drink in his cup; Tucked into their baggy robes, a few screams could always be heard.

day to day.

When he was six years old, when a few non-orc doctors couldn't take it anymore and rushed out of the house, he just shrugged his shoulders gloatingly, wrapped himself in a quilt and hummed songs by the window all afternoon. As a result, he developed a high fever that night, causing the doctors to work in a hurry all night. When he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes, only to see a touch of gold like sunlight.

"Finally woke up." The man noticed his movement, turned his face and showed a gentle smile, the light golden eyes under the blond hair and the morning light complemented each other.

This uncle looks really good-looking.

The little Cecil blinked at him, pulled the quilt with both hands and shrunk herself in, her little face flushed slightly.

"Do you want to go out?" Francis asked with a slightly wider smile, finding the little female's reaction very interesting.

"Will you take me out?" Little Cecil sat up suddenly, his blue eyes widening involuntarily.

Seeing his impatient expression, Francis couldn't help chuckling. He walked over and gently rubbed the little female's dark blue hair, with a hint of temptation in her voice: "Obedient children can go out to play." The good medicine is handed over.

Feeling the warm touch on his head, little Cecil couldn't help but blushed slightly, and immediately turned bitter when he saw the things in the orc's hands. He took a deep breath, and suddenly grabbed the cup with both hands, raised his head and drank the contents completely.

It's so hard to drink. Swallowing what was in his mouth, Cecil couldn't help sticking out his tongue, then raised his face to look at the orc, his tone full of expectation: "Let's go, let's go out to play!"

"Where do you want to go?" Francis smiled.

"Go and see the sunshine!"