mech warriors have no love

Jude Bourne glanced around vigilantly, and looked suspiciously at the two people hugging and flirting nearby.

César understood when Jude Bourne looked over, and hesitantly grabbed the corner of Lancelot's shirt.Because he gave him the coat, Lancelot was only wearing a thin white shirt with two collars undone, and he seemed to be able to feel the heat of his skin when he approached.

The noisy voices in the bar seemed to be far away, César was almost huddled in Lancelot's arms, accidentally pressed his hand on his chest, and immediately shrank back in embarrassment.

Although it is very uncomfortable... But unexpectedly there is a sense of calmness like a big tree, which makes people feel at ease.

Lancelot didn't do anything other than wrap his hands around César's waist, but he didn't speak seriously: "Huh? Where did you touch me just now? How does it feel? I used to compete for figure in the military fellowship. It also wins the championship every year..."

César pressed against his chest, looked suspiciously at the Union Marshal who looked calm and calm, saw that the two had already left, straightened his waist, and said with certainty: "Your heartbeat rate exceeds [-]."

Lancelot: "..."

César suddenly said, "Are you nervous when you see Jude Bourne?"

"..." Lancelot let go of him wordlessly, "Except for you, no one really made me nervous. Why, you weren't angry just now?"

César pushed him away, straightened his back, not at all like the "little bird depending on people" just now, with a cold and hopeless expression on his face: "It's very time, understandable."

Lancelot: "..." It's better to be angry.

The hairball that had died of anger just now came back to life, and rubbed against Cesare's chest with confidence, gloating: "Cesare, I'm most assured of you."

César slapped it flat, looked at the direction Jude Bourne left: "Do you want to chase after it?"

Without waiting for Lancelot to answer, he continued: "If you think I'm in the way, I'll go back to the base first. If you don't think I'm in the way, I won't make trouble for you."

"Good boy." Lancelot took a deep breath, let his beating heart calm down, looked at César for a few seconds, and stood up, "How can I think you're in the way—go, follow them and see them What kind of conspiracy and tricks are they planning?"

The marshal took the lead and walked in front, beating his chest depressedly.

Disappointing stuff.

When I saw César at the beginning, I jumped wildly, and I haven't improved after so many years.

Lucy couldn't understand the master's sorrow, so he secretly wrote down another note: In the new star calendar 591, on the planet Ruth at the coordinate point of the universe, in late autumn, Mr. Marshal played a hooligan, and the person being played hooligan didn't notice it, but the marshal tossed himself so hard that his heart beat Accelerate, the old rascal is like an innocent boy, rare to see, worth adding to the biography.

After secretly memorizing it, Lucy said seriously: "Lord Lancelot, when Jude Byrne talked with that man just now, he talked about 'battleships' and mechs three times. His words were brief and cautious. What do you think they want to do?"

"Demons and goblins come out during the day, what else can they do besides being a demon." Lancelot looked back at the children at home, waited for César to come to him slowly, and knocked his head, "Follow me, If you fall behind and turn around, the orcs will turn into giant beasts and swallow you up in one gulp."

César couldn't understand Lancelot's trick to scare children: "The orcs don't have a hobby of cannibalism."

"But they will bite people." Lancelot continued to threaten, "The orcs generally have low mental strength. In the past, they were defeated when they encountered the Alliance army. They didn't know how to figure out a way later. Several people jointly piloted a plane. Armor, the mental power has doubled, and ordinary alliance soldiers can't resist it. After being captured, they tore people alive in front of the alliance battlefield monitoring robots. Like you, an orc can crush two people to death with one slap."

The two followed Jude Bourne not far or near. There really was no night in this city that never sleeps. The lights were brightly lit. Even though it was late at night, there were still many people coming and going. It's cold.

César followed behind Lancelot and remained silent for a long time, his voice was very soft: "Do you hate orcs too?"

Lancelot smiled: "There is no one in the alliance who doesn't hate orcs. The war made our compatriots and my subordinates sacrifice. The ones who killed them were either star robbers or orcs. When I returned to Delan Star, I kept thinking about how to face them." They have different positions towards their family members—Sizer, who are not of our race. As long as they are fighting, they will treat their enemies with no dislike. Of course, it would be nice if they could live in peace, and it would be better if they could coexist peacefully with the Alliance. But Those old bastards above and the elders of the orc clan must not be happy."

César stared at him and said, "I thought you were a fighter."

Both the parliament and the military have both the main war faction and the main peace faction. The main war faction has been clamoring all day long to take over the orcs once and for all, so as to save this group of half-human, half-beast monsters from messing around all day long and making people sleep uneasy.The peace faction feels that everything is negotiable, so it is better to take a step back and turn the war with the orcs into friendship, ending hundreds of years of grievances.

The idea of ​​the peace faction is so naive as to be ridiculous, and it has almost no right to speak in the parliament.

César naturally thought that Lancelot was a member of the main combat faction, but he didn't expect the marshal of the alliance to be so passive, and he didn't want to beat the orcs to the ground and never get up again.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "Wrong, I don't belong to any sect. I just want to let the old people in the parliament talk less, and my brain hurts from arguing all day."

César said nothing more.

A year ago, the alliance was marked by the orcs and several allies on the star of Delan. The members of the council protested and felt that this was a great shame. But when Lancelot beat all the enemies out of the alliance's territory, they refused the army to take advantage of the victory and continue to fight. He proposed to temporarily recall Lancelot urgently, and put this dazzling new marshal under house arrest, which made them a little uneasy.

Losing the best chance, except for the loss when they were hit head-on, the orcs almost retreated completely, and came to Delan Star just short of engraving the words "here and now".

Since then, the orcs have hid somewhere, and they can't be found.

Meeting this orc on Russ today is an extremely important clue no matter how you look at it.

After leaving the small bar, Jude Bourne and the orc used some kind of high-tech, which distorted their appearance. In the eyes of ordinary people or people with low spiritual power, they were just ordinary citizens.As long as they don't meet the mecha patrol and be searched, no one will notice that these are two extremely dangerous terrorists.

The principle seems to be similar to that of Lucy's plastic surgery on Lancelot. I don't know if it is another ingenious product suitable for sneaking after the orcs began to develop technology.

After all, this thing looks magical at first glance, but it is too tasteless to be used in the military field.

Jude Bourne followed the orc with confidence, looking at the prosperous city of Ruth with a sneer.Probably because of the hatred he still had for being beaten to the bum by Lancelot back then, when the star bandit leader passed by the statue of Lancelot, he spat out in annoyance.

Facts have proved that in this city that is striving to become civilized and constantly developing, it can't be cheap.

Almost at the next second of Jude Bourne's mouth, the eyes of five or six nearby robots on duty suddenly turned red, and they sounded an alarm. According to the regulations of spitting, and suspected of insulting Marshal Lancelot Rodney, he was required to pay a fine of 2 star coins, write a [-]-word self-criticism, and send it to the Civilization Construction Department of Ruth City three days later. Please cooperate with the action, otherwise the patrol team will arrive in [-] minutes and lock you into a temporary detention center in accordance with the law."

Jude Bourne: "..."

Mysterious orc: "..."

Lancelot and César were also taken aback by this sudden change: "..."

One is a vicious star thief, the other is a bloody orc. The thorns in the eyes of the two alliances are stopped by robots in the street, and there are many ordinary citizens who are whispering and watching indignantly. This situation is really not good.

Lancelot narrowed his eyes, his smoky gray pupils were warm and tolerant when he was smiling, and extremely indifferent when he was not smiling. He was firmly locked on to the two dangerous elements, ready to strike at any time.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, and the surrounding citizens didn't know why, and still angrily accused the leader of the star bandit: "Your fucking mouth is leaking air, even if you spit, you dare to spit on the statue of Marshal Lancelot!"

"Oh my god, if it wasn't for the prohibition of fighting in the city, I would have taught this kid a lesson!"

……

The two dangerous elements, who were angrily accused by the citizens, looked at each other. Before Lancelot was about to make a move, he suddenly laughed, nodded and apologized, and obediently took out his crystal card to pay a fine of [-] stars.

Even if the fine was fined, the excited citizens around shouted loudly: "You haven't apologized to Marshal Lancelot! Shout with me, long live Marshal Lancelot!"

Jude Bourne: "..."

Violent murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but the people around him held him down and signaled him to hold on.

So Lancelot and César saw a scene rarely seen in ancient times on the crowded long street. The murderous star thief leader and the orcs shouted together with the people of the alliance:

"Long Live the Alliance!"

"...Long live the Alliance."

"Long live Marshal Lancelot!"

"...Long live Marshal Lancelot."

"The voice is not loud enough! Haven't you eaten yet! The force of spitting is quite strong!"

Jude Bourne and Mysterious Orc Breakdown: "Long Live Marshal Lancelot!"

The atmosphere at the scene was lively and frenzied, almost like a large-scale cult preaching scene.

After shouting several times, the citizens were still uneasy, and enthusiastically urged: "Don't forget the [-]-word self-criticism."

Jude Bourne: "..."

Fuck your father's Lancelot.