"Hey, my name is Senid, what's your name?" The wild party was clearly more interested in Hutt than in the Alpine Fort Lord.

"Hurt. "The number one honest man in the mountain fort didn't know what concealment was at all, and told him the truth.

"I thought the horse clan was extinct a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to have so many of them. The stout Senid was quite agile in his movements, jumping forward and falling freely, grabbing the branches in mid-air and swinging them three times and two times, and then standing steadily on the ground.

"And you still have this iron. He looked at Hut's scales and scimitar, and said with envy.

Compared to his beggar's outfit, the mountain fort was undoubtedly too extravagant.

"Centaurs, you mean centaurs?" Hurt took off his helmet and frowned slightly, "How can centaurs become extinct? We still have at least a million people. ”

"Huh, it's not a horse clan. Senid's gaze fell on Hurt's face, but suddenly a look of great disappointment appeared.

Richard had been watching from the sidelines, and although it was only a few words, it was enough to reveal quite a lot of information for a strange contact.

First of all, Senid speaks the lingua franca, there is no doubt about it, although the accent is markedly different from that of Alpine Castle.

There is a reason for the lingua franca used today - in the days when the Titans were still ruling the world, they were like the fathers and brothers of all other intelligent races, and with great wisdom, they created a language suitable for all races.

This was no easy feat—elves had slender voices, orcs had transverse bones in their throats, Minotaurs tremored their nasal voices, and the longhorns used their wing membranes. Their vocal abilities are different from each other, and their vocal ranges are so strange that the primitive language unique to their race is almost impossible to teach outsiders.

But so many races speak the lingua franca without bothering them.

It's hard to say for what purpose the Titans pushed this language to all races in that era. And every few hundred years, through the convenience of being the master of the world, he takes the trouble to recalibrate the tone that has been slightly out of shape in the transmission.

However, what is certain is that the existence of a lingua franca ensures that the language spoken by any intelligent race can be roughly the same, regardless of whether it is Tiannan or Haibei, and it has effectively promoted the exchange of civilizations among various races.

However, since the disappearance of the Titan, no one has been able to do the work of language calibration. Over the next 10,000 years, the lingua franca of different regions and races has continued to develop independently along their own trajectories, and now there are very different ones. Perhaps if this continues, the lingua franca will soon no longer be able to achieve "universality".

But the lingua franca spoken by Senid is very close to the pure lingua franca before the differentiation. Because it is overly authentic, it will sound strange to modern people.

The reason why Richard can hear it is because in the past two years, there has been a sudden wave of revival in the aristocratic circle, and for a time the ladies and gentlemen are proud to speak a pure lingua franca. The thing itself is boring, but it's just a habit of decorating something different from the common people, and forcibly showing off its own nobility.

But it is also good to be able to break the lingua franca back to the original trajectory.

In addition, Richard had thought that this wild faction should be a complete primitive, which was an easy conclusion to come to after reading his outfit.

But he actually knows "iron", which is very unusual.

You must know that iron is a material that can only be obtained through smelting. Since he knows iron, it means that in his living environment, someone must have mastered the technology of iron smelting. Richard couldn't help but speculate that there might be a city-state or even a state not far away, which lifted his spirits.

"What race are you?" Senid looked at Hurt, scratching his head in confusion.

"I told you, it's a centaur. ”

"Centaur?" the wild forest ranger shook his head, "I...... I've never heard of it. ”

"What about orcs? Do half-orcs know? Centaurs are a kind of half-orcs. Gunther took off his helmet and asked bluntly. He was quite self-ripening, and threw the freshly picked fruit to Senid, ignoring the fact that it belonged to someone else.

"No way, there are only three kinds of orcs - saber-toothed tigermen, mammoths and giant rhinos, how can there be centaurs in them. Senid naturally greeted Gunther as well, "You're a Vitra Berserker." ”

Everyone in Alpine Fort looked at each other - the three orcs he mentioned belonged to the famous strong war race, and they were the top pillars among the orcs back then. But the glory belongs only to the past, and now it is collectively extinct.

Speaking of the Vitra Berserker, it was the old yellow calendar many years ago, and it was already rotten to the point that there was not a single bone left.

There are many talents in the great mountains and rivers, and each has only been leading the way for 1,800 years. When the back wave pushes the front wave onto the beach, it means that the front wave has reached the point where it is completely forgotten. Nowadays, except for historians turning over the piles of old papers, how can anyone still talk about them!

"Then you see what race I am. ”

As the most successful intelligent race at present, the footsteps of human beings are all over every land that can survive.

Senid hesitated for a rare moment, "Hmm...... Vitra Berserker with dwarfism ......"

This answer made a sigh of laughter around him, although the height of human beings is naturally not enough compared to barbarians or centaurs, but dare to say that the lord of Alpine Fort has dwarfism, and this one in front of him is still a scorpion poison.

"But I'm not a berserker, I'm just a normal human. Richard said earnestly.

"One thing, a human is not a Vitra berserker, and a Vitra berserker is not a human. Senid took a bite of the fruit, the juice splashing, and said as a matter of course.

Richard stared into his eyes and looked closely, trying to find some traces of the joke, but failed. The sincerity in the other person's eyes is as abundant as fruit juice. He wondered if this wild cool guy was born so strong with muscles, could he be stupid?

It's true that a Vitra Berserker is a human, but a human doesn't have to be a Vitra Berserker. There is also a logical relationship between the whole and the part, the inclusion and the containment.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Richard's head, like the first thunderbolt in the chaotic world, illuminating the darkness of obscurantism.

The lord propped his chin and began to follow that little bit of inspiration - it was clear that the area where the wild forest rangers lived was isolated, and extremely isolated. Otherwise, I can't explain why there are still people who use such old-fashioned things these days.

Isolation can sometimes lead to the miracle of isolation.

Could it be that the last remnants of the races that were originally considered extinct will live here, in this isolated land?

For a moment, Richard's breath burned.