Al pondered for a moment, he had been thinking about one thing since he was reborn: why did the dwarves, dark elves, and orcs all turn to the Dark Mage, and follow the Black Mage's orders to attack the humans?

He had always thought that it was some kind of secret art of mind manipulation that the dark mages had mastered, but when he thought about it, it didn't look like it. Some of those aliens seemed to look sluggish, as if they were puppets and controlled by people, but some of them were agile and agile in battle, and there was no sign of sluggishness.

After being reborn, he saved the entire orc clan by chance, and persuaded the Duke of Iron Thorn to agree to trade between the western and northern borders, so that the orcs were finally away from the risk of extinction due to famine, and with the continuous import of material resources from the western realm, the living conditions of the orcs have been greatly improved, and the number of the entire clan has increased a lot in recent years.

Judging from the reports coming from the west, the orcs have always behaved docilely, and there are no more attacks on the west, let alone any signs of being manipulated.

Based on this, Al speculated that the black mages in the previous life were able to control the orcs, perhaps taking advantage of the orc's famine to rob and force the orcs to obey their orders. Supplemented by some secret techniques such as spiritual suggestion, the entire beast clan finally obeyed their orders like marionettes.

And perhaps the same is true of the Dark Elves, and the key to this is the Shadow Clan.

The underworld has always been short of supplies, and the sudden rise and growth of this Shadow Clan may not be a gift from nature, but a result of demonic trades.

As for why their temperament changed drastically, Al couldn't think of a reason for a while, and could only guess that it was also related to those dark magicians.

It's just that these speculations can't be made clear to the nightingale, and he and the nightingale are not close enough to say anything.

With this in mind, Al said to Nightingale, "Whether the Shadow Clan is a spy or betrayed the Dark Elves, this can be investigated later. The most important thing now is the issue of withdrawal, even if the Shadow Clan is not a spy, I think their battle plan is reckless and will inevitably fail. ”

Nightingale was a little unconvinced and said, "Look at what you can! Look at you like this, you have only lived for a few decades, and you are not as old as me." Hmph, aren't the elders of the clan who have lived for hundreds of years as good as you know how to fight?"

"It's not as good as that. Al nodded calmly.

"You!", Nightingale glared at Al, "Sure enough, humans are all stinking and shameless, and you are the best of them." ”

"Then let me ask you, why is it that we humans have not as long as you elves and have less history than you elves, but we can study magic that even you elves can't understand?", Al asked rhetorically.

"This ......", Nightingale was a little speechless, and she was about to retort, thinking to herself, "You humans have a level of magic comparable to our elves." ", and remembered that even his sister, who was praised as a magical genius, had to go to humans to learn magic, but he couldn't say such a tough word.

She coughed lightly, blushed, and finally reluctantly said, "You humans...... , ahem, it's still a little clever. ”

"You're wrong. Al shook his head, "Because we humans are weak. ”

"Weak?", Nightingale looked at Al inexplicably, and thought to herself, "Why is he talking nonsense, isn't he admitting that humans are inferior to us elves?"

"Of course, we humans don't have the longevity and innate talent of elves, nor do we have the powerful physique and inheritance power of demonic beasts, and likewise, we are no better than the dwarves' innate cognition of minerals and forging intuition. ”

And this, inherited in blood, inherited in the bones, inherited in the power of that abominable gadget called genes, is called talent, which is exactly what we human beings have been striving for, but will never lack. ”

"So we crave power more than all other creatures. ”

"It's more brutal than all other creatures. ”

"Because we want to be strong, we form groups and walk together. Because we want to be strong, we will go to heaven and earth to learn and study all the ways to become strong. Because of our desire to be strong, we will use all means to plunder resources and kill other creatures, including ourselves. ”

"Because you want to be strong, you need to kill, because you need to kill, you need to kill, you are more cruel, because you are more cruel, you are more powerful, because you are more powerful, you are more effective in killing. ”

"In order to kill, we humans have summed up various methods and experiences, condensed these lessons in the process of killing from ancient times to the present, and wrote a thing called the art of war. So trust me, Nightingale. Even if your people live hundreds or thousands of years longer than me, they are far inferior to me in fighting. Al smiled one last and said to the nightingale.

He said a lot of things, and Nightingale didn't understand it, but she looked at the smiling Al blankly, but for some reason she felt uncomfortable in her heart, only that the originally familiar face was gradually becoming unfamiliar at this moment.

Nightingale was silent for a long time, and finally said to Al, "I don't understand what you say. You said you were going to withdraw the troops, and I believe you, and you will also go and suggest to your mother. It's just that...... You ended up saying a lot to me, what do you mean?"

She shook her head, "It's just that I listened, and somehow felt so sad." ”

Al took a moment and sighed, "I was going to be tactful, after all, as a human being, it's always embarrassing to speak ill of yourself. ”

Then he stared at the nightingale and said solemnly: "No matter what kind of human you meet in the future, don't believe what he says, that's what I want to say." ”

"We humans are far more ruthless and ruthless than you can imagine. ”

"Is that you?", Nightingale asked suddenly, and she bowed her head sadly.

Al was silent for a moment, "Hey, what a shot you yourself in the foot." He finally nodded, "Of course, that includes me." ”

But he immediately laughed suddenly: "Of course, I am now temporarily expelled from human society, so you can not treat me as a human being for the time being." So I still have some credibility in my words now. ”

Nightingale angrily punched Al, so hard that Al grinned, "Why don't you treat you as a human being, what do you do if you don't treat you as a human being?"

She took two steps outward, ready to return to her mother. The light of the morning sun had spread over the land, and she had to put on a cloak to cover her face. Suddenly, she turned back to Al and said:

"There seems to be some truth to what you say, but even if you leave here, I still want to believe you when we meet again. ”

The bright smile seemed to melt into the sun.