School life is not always good, there are exams and exams (1)

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date="2020-12-10"

title="School life is not always good, there are exams and exams (1) "

weight="109519"

series = ["The Orc Captive Will Never Be Overthrown by the Elves"]

mode = "manual"

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That night, I sat opposite Roland in my dormitory.

I sat down in a chair dejectedly.

"Brock, you... luck is too bad. But it's not completely unchanged. Now your image has successfully changed from a ghost, a monster, to a normal sexual harassment metamorphosis, and the teachers and students of the college are not right Are you not so afraid?" Roland said to me with a smile.

"What kind of change is this!" I scratched my hair frantically.

"That's enough, Roland..." I let out a sigh of pain, calmed my tone, and dropped my head, "I'm tired, I gave up."

"What?" She was taken aback.

"I said I don't want to help your plan anymore, let me go back." I looked up again and said solemnly.

"Huh eh?" Roland was suddenly disrupted by the change in my attitude, and disappeared completely without any effort. "Didn't you say that you should work hard for the peace of the two clans? Well... your clan keeps going like this. But disaster is imminent!"

Very good, this reaction is what I want-I muttered in my heart.

"What you can't do is can't do it. If you want to change the image of the orcs and don't know what will happen in the year of the monkey, maybe something will happen first to pass the war proposal against our tribe first. Let me go back. Well, instead of doing such useless work here, I might as well go back and fight to protect the tribe." I continued my self-defeating speech while observing Roland's reaction.

It is true that after experiencing these farce over and over again, I was a little discouraged at one time, but I am not that small.

After all, it's because that concept is too deep-rooted. People are more inclined to believe that they are more willing to believe and the impression that they have existed in the past. It is the so-called "good things do not go out, bad things spread thousands of miles", this is the root of my hard work. the reason.

Of course I don't think it is possible for Roland to let me go back. I just want to bargain for a little bit of benefit and treatment through this matter, such as allowing me to use messenger animals and tribes to conduct censored correspondence.

Otherwise it's really hard to stay in this shabby place.

"This... it's impossible to let you go back. Even if I caught you here, I don't have this authority..." Roland showed a distressed look on his face and began to think seriously.

Okay, now it's time to throw conditions.

"That at least..."

"After all, Brock, you are a prisoner of war, you are a prisoner of war." At this moment, she suddenly turned and interrupted me.

"Huh?" I was caught off guard by these words.

"I said Brock." The elegant smile appeared on her face again, "Have you forgotten your identity? Come, think about it, you were captured alive by the troops I led on the battlefield. Prisoner of war, isn't that so?"

"Um...that's right..."

"Then answer me, how does your tribe treat prisoners of war?"

"Uh, get caught and interrogated first."

"I also interrogated you, but you kept silent at the time. What would you do if the prisoners of war reacted like this during your interrogation?"

"Severe torture..." I hesitated to answer.

"If you still refuse to cooperate?"

"Fight again, fight until you are served..."

"Then your so-called torture, compared with the electric shocks you receive because of misunderstandings, which one do you think is more severe?"

"Our methods of torture are more terrifying..." I shrank my head.

Orcs’ bodies are much stronger than elves and humans. As a result, we have developed a program of torture and punishment of criminals and prisoners of war, which is also very scary. Compared with those tortures, the electric shock from this collar is no different from scratching.

"What then? How would you treat the prisoners of war after the interrogation?"

"Containment... If you are willing to undertake hard labor, you will be treated as ordinary detainees."

"If you didn't cooperate with the interrogation, and didn't undertake hard labor?"

"Then, then only give the minimum treatment..." The more I talked, the less confident I was, and I didn't dare to look at her squarely.

Through these decades of contact with human nations and the development of their own cultural concepts, the orc tribes’ attitude towards prisoners of war is generally not as barbaric as they used to be, but they are united with the alliances that claim to represent the civilized world. Compared with the law of war system, it is still not so humane.

"Then, please..." Roland narrowed his eyes and continued to ask, "What is the so-called minimum treatment, specifically? How is the food? Can you get the same food as the students in the dining hall like you? ?"

"No... only bread and water every day..."

"What about the restrictions on movement? Can you move within the academy's area like Brock, and even run in the woods to hunt by yourself?"

"No, it must always be kept in a cell..."

"Is the condition of the cell as good as this dormitory?"

"No..." My voice became smaller and smaller.

Most of the orc tribe’s cells only have a wooden bed at the top, and even the bed is not even a pile of straw.

"Can you get a free college education like you?"

"Can't..."

"Can you get an unlimited supply of beautiful elves like you?"

"Can't... wait, what the hell is this?"