A month later, Tyrande returned to the building with a small pink octopus.

She asked the Two-Headed Demons to help remove a cramming machine from the car.

Juan stepped forward to help: "Good idea, so you can study in the building." ”

"I'm done, it's for Cruso."

"Who is Crusoe?"

Tyrande gestured to the little pink octopus lying on the portable projector, doing an Olympiad math problem.

Its eight tentacles skillfully manipulate the instrument, drawing an auxiliary line.

"Wow!"

It seemed to have found the right idea, and the little octopus was very excited.

Tyrande reached out and stroked the little octopus's soft belly, and complimented: "Very good, Cruso, who can do the question, is the cutest." ”

The little octopus rubbed obediently against Tyrande's hand, like a well-behaved kitten.

"How did it fall in love with learning?"

"It wanted to control me with a psychic attack, so I put it in the learning machine and punished it ten times faster.

"Then I forgot to take it out, and after ten days it became a good baby who loves to learn and listens to me."

A drop of cold sweat slipped down Juan's forehead, and he thought of a term: Stockholm syndrome.

The next day, Juan told Mosi about the little octopus as a joke.

Mosi thinks it's a good idea: "I saw the little octopus Crusu you said yesterday, and it's already doing junior high school math problems, and our doll is still playing with mud."

"It's all children, why is the gap so big? No, we should educate dolls in the same way. ”

"What are you kidding, this is not education, this is destruction, I tell you, you are absolutely not allowed to treat dolls like this."

"Oh you, you still ordered me to come, I tell you, it's all for the good of the doll.

"If you suffer a little now, you will have a chance in the future, and now you will be able to cry in the future."

"I don't believe the future of the doll will be worse than that of Cruso."

"Whatever you want, anyway, the education of the doll is what you caught, you indulge it, and you will regret it later."

Juan, who was inexplicably angry, came to the bar to find Morgan for a drink.

"Juan, I was looking for you."

Juan asked the halfling bartender for a glass of Riesling.

"What's wrong, what's the matter?"

"There's news from the north."

"Jack's?"

"Yes."

Juan immediately sat up straight.

Morgan continued, "The informant said: the orcs are in terrible condition.

"Because there is no sun, their crops are dead."

"They also farm during the rainy season?"

"Orcs are not like us, they have cold storage to store food.

"They moved to the edge of the desert so they could farm on relatively suitable land.

"But, what did you say last time that the space travel sent the sun down there?"

"yes, the sun didn't follow."

"Ah, it's amazing, I don't understand it, and neither do the orcs."

"It's going to happen once in twenty or thirty years, don't they know?"

"Twenty or thirty years ago, the orcs were killed by the human army and almost wiped out, and the rest hid underground, just in time to avoid the previous time when there was no sun.

"And the orcs have no writing, they rely on word of mouth, and the last time there was no sun, they gradually forgot about it.

"Even if there are some old orcs who remember, but their habits, who is strong and listen to whom, those old orcs can't move, and no orcs want to listen to their words."

Juan shook his head: "Ignorant, there is an old man in the family who has a treasure, I don't understand this kind of truth, I deserve to suffer." ”

Morgan nodded: "yes, so now they're in big trouble."

"According to the informant, the food in the orcs will definitely not last until the end of the rainy season.

"And because of the uneven distribution, in fact, many orcs have fallen into famine, and many have starved to death."

"So, the trouble in the north is coming to an end?"

"No, on the contrary, it's a big problem."

"Why, aren't they all going to starve to death, and they can still cause us trouble?"

"You forgot about Jack."

"What can Jack do? Can he feed the entire orc clan alone? ”

"Jack doesn't need to feed the entire orc clan at all, he doesn't care how many orcs die, he just needs to make sure that there are enough strong orcs to follow him to attack us."

"But what can he do in this situation?"

"Jack founded a church, the Cult of the Illuminati, and he proclaimed himself the head of the cult and formed the Guardian Guard."

"Isn't he a great shaman, how can he create a Cult of Light, is this an addiction to pretending to be a god stick? Would the orcs who believed in shamans believe him? ”

Jack takes advantage of the fact that there is no sun and the fear of the orcs.

"He declares that only by believing in him can the light be obtained, and that the orcs who believe in him must give everything."

"Give everything? Are those orcs stupid? ”

"Orcs aren't stupid, they're panicking, and Jack took advantage of the orcs' ignorance and panic.

"He let the anti-gravity drone 'Ghost' hide at the bottom of the clouds, and then used the 'Ghost''s searchlight from top to bottom, shining light on him, and wherever he went, the light followed.

So in the eyes of the orcs, in a dark world, Jack is the brightest existence.

"The informant said that now there are more and more orcs who believe in Jack, and they are obedient to Jack's words, and they do not hesitate to contribute all their food, and even their own lives."

"Patriarch Durotan won't just watch Jack grow stronger and bigger."

"Patriarch Durotan is busy right now, and he is doing his best to save his people, and he can't take care of Jack.

"The informant said that Durotan demanded that all the tribes hand over the food, and then distribute it equally, so that the orcs of the tribe who were short of food would starve to death."

Juan nodded: "This is the most correct thing to do, Durotan is a good and responsible patriarch." ”

Morgan shook his head: "Although this practice has made Durotan reap the gratitude of some of the food-poor tribes, it has also deeply hurt the feelings of the grain-hungry tribes.

"I heard that several tribes, including the Minotaurs, who were good at farming and had large stocks of grain, had begun to openly rebel against Durotan.

According to the informant, Jack was also in frequent contact with the Minotaur patriarch Garrosh Hellroar, who persuaded him to join the Cult of the Illuminati.

"If Jack succeeds in convincing the Minotaur Chief, he'll be in control of the grain, and he'll be able to get more orcs to follow."

Juan frowned: "We have to do something, we can't wait for Jack to get bigger." ”

Morgan chimed in: "I thought so too. ”

Juan sent for Thrall, who shared information about the orc famine with Thrall.

Thrall's face tightened, anxiety in his eyes.

Juan said, "Sal, our Grand Alliance represents the great unity of the creatures of the sacred and beautiful planet, and your compatriots, all the orcs, are also part of us.

"As long as they don't follow Jack against us, we are willing to accept them and provide them with food."

Thrall nodded solemnly, "I see, I'll go back with the wolf cavalry now, and persuade the orcs to leave Jack and return to the Grand Alliance." ”

Morgan reminded, "Be careful, Sal, don't expose yourself, you're no match for the Ghost.

"Also, this is an informant's contact method, which may be useful to you."

"Thank you, Führer Juan, Speaker Morgan, I will come back alive."