The continent of Huron Yar is the only habitat for humans and all intelligent races. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many years ago, there were storms and tsunamis outside the continent, and there were rains and thunders all year round in the continent, and all the intelligent races were huddled together, huddled in the middle of the continent of Huronyar, because the living space was extremely narrow, and the various races were mixed into a mess, stone spears, stone axes, and even teeth and nails greeted the alien races day and night, and there was never a day less blood and corpses.

And the dark ages of the continent of Huron Yar were ended by the gods, who erected seven statues on the edge of the continent, glittering, storms and tsunamis blocked by boundless divine power. Those places had long since become places of pilgrimage for the faithful, and the appearance of storms and tsunamis in front of the statues of the gods was undoubtedly the best footnote to the power of the gods, and then many races, under the guidance of the gods, were given the power of bronze and iron to protect themselves, the method of farming, the method of hunger, the method of weaving, and the method of concealment. Since then, the continent of Huron Yar has been able to live and work in peace and contentment, and various races have gradually developed their own civilizations and left their mark.

This was the beginning of the Age of Light in the continent of Huronyar, the beginning of the calendar of the gods, and the beginning of the Holy See of the gods.

Medivan Haber had just said this, and felt that he had spoken clearly and vividly, and looked up from the lesson plan that he had been staring at, ready to see the surprised and excited expressions of the children below.

But the children all looked at Arthur with a smile on their faces, and watched Drake slowly approach Arthur's crumbling face with a small wooden stick on his arm.

"Arthur!"

A small yellow stone flew through the bright morning sun, the backyard where Medivan had just given a lecture, and the sound of children snickering, smashed on Arthur's head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Medivan!" replied Arthur loudly, rubbing his aching forehead, feeling as if he had a big bag.

The children's snickering suddenly turned into laughter.

Medivin has been feeling a little angry lately, and Arthur, who was once the most proud student, has recently been frequently ridiculed and insulted by all the students, including Garcia, who once admired Arthur the most, for all sorts of strange reasons. Even the old people in the village looked like they had a pity on their faces, "Why are the good seedlings wilting like this?"

Medivan was indignant and wanted to support Arthur, but since Medivan praised Arthur in class and was collectively ridiculed by his classmates, he felt unpleasant to look at Arthur no matter how he looked at him - well, now he doesn't even have the only advantage, and Arthur, who is bold in class, dares to sleep!

Madison was not originally from the village of Habsha.

Outsiders are not welcome in Habsha, except for those with skills that are so much needed in the village, such as Simon and Medivan. Sand Village has faced new problems after its prosperity - it is now not only human caravans that will visit the foot of Habsha's village, but also the occasional dwarf and even elf. The simple, conservative Habers had never seen any of these aliens, let alone dealt with them, started a small business, or made extra money as a guide in the desert, and after the initial pain, the village elders decided to find a man of great knowledge and insight to teach their next generation.

So, when the down-and-out troubadour Madiwen wandered here, and happened to fall in love with the widow of the village, and boasted before her that he had walked every inch of the continent, the elders invited him to stay.

In addition to teaching the children and reminding the villagers, the only requirement was that they must change their surname to Haber to show loyalty and unity.

Medivin looked at the desert sand village, then at the sincere and dull eyes of the elders, and finally at the widow's face, which had not many traces of desert weather, and without much effort, she became Medivan Haber.

Medivan shook his head, and took out from behind him a piece of wood that had been hastily carved the night after the widow had fallen asleep, on which was twisted and twisted a map of the continent of Huronjar - it was impossible to be precise, but it was still possible to show the shape and proportions of the national territory with a little lecturing tools.

When the children saw Medivan bring out the novelty, they all looked back at the teacher.

Madison confirmed that the children and Arthur were staring at the board, cleared their throats, and began to talk again.

There are six intelligent races on the continent of Huronyar, dragons, humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, and goblins. There were always those who felt that the intelligence of the dwarfs and goblins might not be worthy of the title of intelligent races, the same dwarf, the same dirty, one always cowering underground, the other gathering in groups on the ground, always giving birth to a large group of children - no one had ever seen either race anyway, everyone said so, and Medivan said so.

Each race forms a country, and the entire northeast, or east, of the continent, which occupies about one-third or one-quarter of the entire continent, is the territory of mankind, the Empire of St. Aaron. To the north and south of the Empire of St. Aaron were mostly rich plains, with only deserts and deserts in between, and some sparse villages were barely maintained.

Further north in the Empire of St. Aaron, you will always come across a continuous stream of sloping mountain ranges, which are said to be occupied by the abominable heretics. If you find the oblique mountain range, you will eventually find the cold water river that originates here, and then follow the cold water river until you reach the mouth of the sea, and you can see the deep black mountain in the west. The rolling Black Iron Mountains are the territory of the dwarves, and no one knows how the dwarves live in the stone mountains where everything is alive, only that sometimes dwarven caravans come out of it.

If you can climb over the Black Iron Mountains, there will be a blue mountain, and continue to walk, all the way to the west, or southwest, through a huge forest, to the west of the continent. It was a vast western grassland, and it was said that it was a place where gnomes and goblins mixed together, and everyone who went there was probably flooded by the tide of goblins, torn apart and eaten, if it wasn't so dangerous, the scenery was still good.

Medivan felt a little dry in his mouth, opened the prepared water glass, took a sip, and said the same as if he had been there and seen human beings being torn apart, and described dozens of goblins tearing people's hands and feet out, and scared a few girls to cry.

After the western grassland, the entire southwest is a huge eternal night forest, it is said that the ancient trees in it are towering to the sky, there is no light all the year round, only the strange fluorescent light up, it is the abode of the elves, probably because they can't see the light, the elves' skin is so white, so delicate, beautiful. The elves are an extremely closed race, the Eternal Night Forest is not accessible to ordinary people, and the elves are always in charge of the caravans, and the human caravans have always been able to trade outside the forest before embarking on the return journey.

And the central corridor where these countries, races, and borders are the boundaries of the Central Merchant Federation. There are all kinds of terrain and landforms in the Federation, hills, deserts, grasslands, forests... In the past, there was no completely independent country here, because of its complex location and scarcity of products, it has always been a terra nullius for business and trade. However, the necessity of trade and commerce made the central corridor of the continent of Huron Yar gradually prosper, from the beginning of the stronghold of the border of various races, gradually developed inward, the various races were mixed, blended together, and gradually became a three-way zone of humans, elves, and dwarves, and finally got the tacit consent of various races to form a loose central merchant federation, and Habsha Village is one of the villages close to the central area of the Holy Aaron Empire, originally the village was full of humans, and in recent years, the prosperity of Sand Village has gradually increased the number of other races.

Medivan tapped on the southernmost part of the plank with a stern expression, and the children suddenly looked excited.

Of the six intelligent races in the continent of Huron, only the dragon is left without mentioning it.

Medivan said in a deep voice of the most serious of voices, "The southernmost place, surrounded by fog all year round, is known as the Realm of Chaos. What is it like inside? Is it a grassland, is it a forest, is it a desert, is it a mountain or a swamp? Nobody knows. Nearby elves and humans have organized explorers, and even entire continents have summoned a brave to explore, including a magician and a priest. In the end, the explorers failed to come out, and what came out were bloodthirsty werewolves and demons. ”

"The Realm of Chaos is an absolute forbidden area for human beings, an absolute forbidden area for all intelligent races, why do humans and elves lay heavy troops on the border?Why are continental wars always interrupted?Because werewolves and demons, their great strength and flesh make them choose to spit on the favor of the gods, they insult the gods, which are an evil race abandoned by the gods. And if they come to attack, the intelligent races must be ready, and they need to unite to survive, to share the worries of the gods, to gain the favor of the gods. Medivan said mysteriously.

The children's serious little faces were full of nervousness and fear, and there was a strange sense of mission, and they had begun to discuss in low voices.

"As for the dragons you are expecting, I'm sorry, every time they fly and fly, and who knows where they live. Maybe they've been flapping their wings and living in heaven. Medivan pointed to the sky, and then flapped his hands in imitation of wings.

"Old... Teacher, what if the dragon drinks too much water? The youngest child in the backyard asked in a milky voice.

"Well, that's why you have an umbrella when it's raining. Madison said with a smile.

The youngest child pouted and recalled, as if remembering a rare rain in the village, he did not take an umbrella, but rushed out and jumped up, and then it seemed that a few drops fell in his mouth, and his little face suddenly wrinkled, and he fell from his seat to the ground, rolling and crying.

Laughter erupted from the backyard.

Arthur didn't laugh.

It's not that he's just or noble, or how righteous or noble the gods are supposed to behave at this time, he's slipped away from the place of St. Aaron's Empire. Medivan's narrative is full of fantasy, mixed with legends or bedtime stories, and correspondingly full of fallacies, which does not interest Arthur.

Arthur was thinking blankly about his father's recent training.