mech warriors have no love

The orc's main ship opened the docking port, waiting for the flying mecha to land, then closed the docking port the next moment, and disappeared in place as if fleeing.

Whether it is a jump or a space shuttle, it is harmful to the human body, and the farther the distance is, the greater the impact, so the alliance's mechs or starships will have certain protection measures before the jump, but the orcs are completely different from the alliance - they are rough The meat is thick and resistant to beatings, and there are no protective measures.

The moment César's toes landed, his chest felt tight, his head buzzed, and his footsteps stopped on the spot.

In just two seconds, he opened his eyes, walked slowly a few steps, resisted the discomfort, and eased over.

Some of the orc soldiers who were about to watch the excitement were stunned and looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't expect this little bastard of human and animal blood to be so capable.

After all, even the orcs had to get used to it for a while before they could teleport through space safely without any protective measures.

César ignored those probing or surprised eyes. He rubbed Micah, who was about to jump, with his thumb, and expressed a little reassurance. He followed the orc waiting in front of him into the control room.

Carl and Eugene were waiting for him.

César's mood was indescribably complicated.

He stood three meters away from Carl, looked up, and thought silently: This man with black hair and green eyes... and Bei Lin are brothers and sisters.

The mother he had never seen with his own eyes was born with his mother who had been parted forever, and was connected with this person by blood.

"Welcome to join us, César." Carl obviously didn't notice César's complicated mood, he walked towards César, smiling and wanting to reach out to hug him.

Micah lay on Cesar's head, and said coolly: "Cesar, what did Lancelot tell you? Anyone who wants to get close is a pig's trotter with evil plans."

César nodded expressionlessly, grabbed Carl's wrist the moment he reached out, and twisted his hand back hard.

Karl was taken aback, but he didn't care - the physical fitness of the orcs was many times stronger than that of the Alliance. Although César had some orc blood, Karl didn't take it seriously.

This thought was shattered in the next moment.

There was a severe numbness in his entire arm, and this pain instantly spread to half of his body. When he showed a surprised expression, César had already pressed his hand to his back and pressed it tightly.Those hands were slender and slender, with tight knuckles, they looked like they were carved from beautiful jade, but who would have expected that there was an astonishing power in them.

Carl was stunned for a moment, but didn't resist.

Only then did Eugene speak slowly: "Boss... I told you just now that César's melee combat ability is very strong, so don't approach him casually."

Carl didn't feel offended, but smiled indifferently, and tried his best to turn his head to look at César, his eyes full of amazement.

It's amazing that the Creator can create such a good gene.

Although the combination of Belling and Lambert was reluctant to admit it, it really... created a miracle.

César was uncomfortable with his weird eyes, his thin eyebrows were frowned, and he put in more effort with a cold face.

Karl hissed softly, but still did not resist. Seeing that the orcs around him were about to come around, he smiled and shook his head again: "Stand back, you scared him."

The captain of the personal guard carefully glanced at César, and noticed the indifference on the young man's face with a toothache. He didn't feel that he was frightened, and hesitantly called: "Chief..."

Carl raised his eyebrows: "My little nephew and I are just joking around, let's go down."

...does this sound like a joke?

Although not reconciled, but in the orc, the leader's order is absolute.

The captain of the personal guard had no choice but to obey the order and retreat with the others.

César raised his eyes, under the cold white light of the battleship, his cold eyebrows were surprisingly beautiful, and his thin eyebrows were heavy, but there was a kind of chilling coldness.The people who looked at him trembled subconsciously, their scalps secretly numb.

César glanced at Eugene who was about to retreat following the others, raised his chin and nodded: "You stay."

Eugene turned back calmly.

After all the orcs around had exited the operating cabin of the starship, César's tense expression eased a little. He lowered his eyes and looked at Karl. After weighing for a moment, he let go of him and said coldly: "I did not join you."

Karl shook his hands and shrugged: "But the alliance has abandoned you."

César's voice was cold: "I have never belonged to the alliance."

Carl laughed even brighter.

César didn't want to talk to him, his fingers were still trembling slightly, and he quietly hid them in his cuffs.

Lancelot has a strange taste, the clothes prepared for him will be a little bigger, and the pajamas will be empty, making him look small, and holding him in his arms is like holding a big baby.This combat uniform is also a bit wide, just enough for him to hide his gaffe.

This is the first time César has seen so many orcs since he grew up.

Orcs are often described in league textbooks as snake-headed, human-bodied, monsters and ghosts. In fact, after time has passed, the animal nature and form of orcs become less and less obvious. The image appears, except that some races have vertical pupils or multiple hands and feet, the others are no different from humans.

The power of bloodlines is always mysterious and miraculous. He was well prepared before coming, but he was still affected unexpectedly.

——There is indeed an orc blood in his body. When he is with many "companions" and meets the "leader", the blood will give him an illusion of submission and loyalty.

César hated this feeling.

Instinct pushed him to resist, to attack Karl who brought this feeling.

Karl waved his hand like a magnanimous parent, and didn't care: "Whether you join the orc or not, you are the most honored guest of the orc. The stupidity of the council can be seen from the beginning of its establishment. One day, They will bring down the great alliance. Thank them for having you here."

César and Eugene looked at him numbly, neither of them was interested in such a small composition.

Carl had no choice but to touch the tip of his nose and his attitude and tone became normal: "It's okay, we're here, so let's not talk about this for now. Little César, I'm your uncle, and Eugene is my uncle."

César gave Eugene a cold look - he still remembered what Eugene said when he and Lancelot sneaked into the orc's mecha.

Eugene's expression remained unchanged at first, and he felt that he was right, but he felt an indescribable guilt after being stared at by César for a while.

"..." Eugene had a pale old face, and after a while, he lowered his head first, "Sorry, what I said before was not my intention, Judeburn is not a kind person, the people behind him are involved with the alliance, when we cooperated with him , can’t show too much concern.”

César's expression did not change: "Who is the person behind him?"

Eugene said: "I don't know. But Lancelot should have guessed who it is."

He spoke slowly, but he was thinking about something else.

What can chill a person loyal to the alliance is that he desperately guards the front line of the alliance, but someone behind him wants to stab him with a knife.

Lancelot had already been stabbed once, and his heart was chilled once. César had a close relationship with him. This time, when César's incident happened, combined with the past concerns of the parliament, he didn't know that the Alliance Marshal was very serious about the alliance at this time. , Are you disappointed.

People in the parliament always feel that they are sure of winning. Although they are afraid of Lancelot, this fear comes more from their need for Lancelot.Just like how they treated Lambert back then, they had already ruined a Lambert, and they probably felt that it would be no problem to ruin another Lancelot if they didn't need to wait in the future.

But Lancelot is not the same as Lambert, and Lambert is not destroyed.

Eugene lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth curled into a weird arc.

He is looking forward to what kind of scene will appear in the future when Lancelot is really cornered.

Karl watched the two talking leisurely, tilted his head and looked outside for a while, smiled and wanted to reach out to touch César's head, met his gaze, froze for a moment, moved away naturally, and patted Pat Eugene on the shoulder: "I'll be home soon."

Cesar looked up.

Outside of the Orc and Pheasant, it is no longer within the scope of the Alliance. Even through the leap and space teleportation, it is already far away from the Orc, but he did not expect that the base camp of the orcs is so close to the Alliance.

Carl folded his hands, seemingly unintentionally said: "I have preserved Bei Lin's residence, and it has been cleaned all these years. If you want to see it when you go back, I will give you your ID card."

There was finally a crack in César's cold expression. He was used to being depressed, so he didn't show it too clearly. His eyes turned to Carl: "I want to live there."

Carl was stunned, and nodded: "Of course, you have the right to use everything that Beilin left."

César's attitude towards this uncle softened a lot, his long eyelashes drooped, and when they blinked slightly, they looked like flying butterflies.

Carl was shocked. When César lowered his eyes, he concealed the coldness, and his expression was almost exactly the same as that of Beilin.

He was in a daze for a moment, as if seeing Bei Lin again, his heart suddenly became heavy and he couldn't breathe.

Before Bei Lin decided to leave the beast clan, he only told him.

Together with that bastard Lambert, he left a video for him, and he still keeps the video. In it, Bei Lin looked calm, brows and eyes full of happiness, and said softly: "I have already dedicated what I should give to the orcs. Everything, now I have to go. Lambert is fine, brother, goodbye."

There was no further news from Belling.

Who knew that when she heard from Bei Lin again, it was her death.

That short video was actually a farewell.

Karl's relaxed expression gradually faded away, great sadness swept his heart, poisoned hatred spread in his chest, trying to melt him, and his breathing stopped.

However, he soon returned to normal, stared at Cecil for a while, and with the determination to die, he resolutely reached out and touched Cecil's head—well, the hair is soft and fluffy, It's as fluffy and cute as it looks.

Cecil looked up at him coldly.

Carl thought he would be beaten anyway if he didn't touch it, so he rubbed it again boldly.

César: "..."

Eugene: "..."

Carl gave a bewildered smile of satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, César hit him without raising his hand.

He stared at Carl blankly for three seconds, said "pig's hooves" coldly, and slapped his hand away, leaving Carl and Eugene in a daze, randomly picked a rest room, and left went in.