At the same time—

Thrall, or Gouyle, was gobbling down a bowl of cereal.

He had been living in this human hut for two days, and from the initial fear and nervousness, to now gradually getting used to it, Goyle adapted quickly.

But even though he was familiar with everything around him, he still didn't let his guard down.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, no one will rob you." The old man tried to communicate with Sal as he watched him eat, only to find that the other party did not react at all.

I couldn't help but shake my head, "Boy, can you speak?" ”

Gooyle didn't mean to respond at all, and still buried himself in cooking.

The old man couldn't help but shake his head and said to himself, "Isn't this kid stupid, he can't even speak." ”

Gouyl suddenly stopped, and he looked at the old man in surprise: "How do you know that my name is Sal?" ”

Seeing that the little orc in front of him finally spoke, the old man couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Oh, you're really stupid? How could someone give a child such a name, oh, I understand, I guess it's for the sake of support. ”

Sal was confused, but after two days of getting along, he already felt that the old man in front of him had no malicious intent, "It's not my parents who gave me it, it's those adventurers in the tribe, they all call me Sal Boss......"

The old man couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this, "Those adventurers are really inappropriate, how can they bully children like this, and they are stupid?" Are they all elementary school students? ”

"No, the adventurers are good people, they speak well, they are very good to me, and when the tribe retreats, they all volunteer to stay behind to stop the enemy, they ...... All ...... dead. ”

When Thrall said this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, thinking of the adventurers who roasted him and picked his fruit, and also thought of his dead father and his lost brother and mother.

However, he did not shed tears, and Durotan taught him from an early age that shedding tears would not solve anything, but would only expose his own weakness.

"It's all the abominable humans who killed my father, killed Daddy Sarufar, killed my friends. I will one day avenge my father. ”

As soon as the words fell, he immediately felt that something was wrong, the old man in front of him was also a human being, and hurriedly explained: "You give me food, you are a good person, I will not seek revenge on you." ”

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "Hehe, what you said is really unreasonable, you orcs have killed so many humans all the way north, don't those humans have children?" Who should they seek revenge on? ”

Sal was stunned for a moment, he was only a five-year-old child, where could he have thought so much.

"That's—that's because they're weak, and they deserve to be bullied."

The old man's gaze suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed Sal by the neck, and the force was so great that Sal almost suffocated.

"Now that you're the weaker one between the two of us, do you think I should kill you?"

Sal was so frightened that he stiffened, but the old man suddenly laughed again and touched his head with his hand.

"Hahaha, I'm teasing you, you're really a fool, if I want to kill you, I'll kill you early, hurry up and eat your stuff."

When Sal had eaten enough and sat in front of the fireplace, the old and the young fell silent.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Sal finally couldn't help but ask.

The old man glanced at him, "It's no good for me to kill you, you're a little kid who is only level five, and you won't lose a single hair when you kill it, so I'm too lazy to kill you, old man, of course, the most important thing is that my personal morality doesn't allow me to do this, killing a child or something, it's too tasteless, even if it's an orc child." ”

Sal was a little dazed: "What is morality?" ”

The old man said leisurely: "Morality is when a civilization reaches a certain level, people create things that make themselves better, things that only exist between higher beings, and it is the boundary that distinguishes people from beasts.

Wild beasts have no morality, because for wild beasts, survival is the most important thing, and they use all their strength to hunt, to hunt, to prey, to expand their territory, to reproduce.

Only when all these conditions for survival have been met? The beast will think, the ...... between good and evil, noble and vile."

The old man's words made Thrall even more dazed, the Frostwolf Clan had been struggling between life and death, even when he was in Frostfire Ridge, he was faced with harsh weather and ferocious beasts, although he had not experienced that old life, but he had heard about it from the mouths of his people countless times.

Later, with the outbreak of the evil energy crisis and the decline of Draenor, the life of the orcs became even more difficult.

After coming to the new world, the Frostwolf Clan has also fought all the way, and has never had a truly peaceful and prosperous life, even if it is the son of a chieftain, he has to work hard to survive, isn't this a normal thing in his opinion?

"But that's life, huh?" Sal argued.

"No, you don't call it life, you just live, there is no essential difference between you and beasts, I know the history of your orcs, you do all this to follow the instincts of beasts, to make efforts to survive, whether it is the pursuit of power, or conquest and killing.

Only when what you do has nothing to do with survival, but simply for fun, can it be called 'life'.

For example, I don't kill you because I don't like to kill, although from a survival point of view, it is best to kill you before you are older, have you ever seen a wolf have a pet?

For example, the reason why I came to this world is also to seek some joy in life, to build a hut in the wilderness, to fish, to hunt, to experience the customs of this world.

The world is much more interesting than I imagined, and when my son bought me a gaming helmet, I scolded him, saying that he was wasting money and being fooled by advertising, but don't say it, it's much better than staying at home all day and waiting to die in reality. ”

What the old man said made Sal half-understand, and he scratched his head.

The old man didn't mind, smiled slightly, and took out a pair of wood-carved chess pieces from the cabinet beside him, this chess was carved from oak wood, and the workmanship was very rough, but he wanted to do so.

"Come, it's okay to be idle, let's have a plate."

"What is this?"

"Chess!" The old man said another word that Sal didn't understand.

However, in the end, it is the future tribal chieftain, and his IQ is still somewhat higher than that of ordinary orcs, and with the introduction of the old man, Thrall quickly understood the game of chess, and immediately understood that this was a simulated war.

It made him interested.

The old man still talks about martial arts to some extent.

"Since you're playing for the first time, I'll let you have a set of cart artillery."

Saying that he took out the three chess pieces, Salton felt that he had a great chance of winning, the humans defeated the orcs, relying on the fact that there were more people, and now that he had more troops than the other party, wouldn't he win steadily.

However, it is no surprise that the two of them went back and forth, and Sal was checkmate after only a few steps.

"General—you've lost." The old man looked very interested, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all because he was bullying the new one.

Sal was not convinced, he looked at the pieces on the chessboard, "I obviously have more soldiers than yours, why is it that who loses?" ”

"Your veteran is dead, do you understand - it's your big chief, if the big chief dies, he will lose."

Sal was struck by lightning, so it was because his father died, so the Frostwolf Clan was defeated?

He was very vague about the previous war, because it was too small, no one told him what happened, but looking at the checkmate chess game, he suddenly realized something, he touched the chess pieces, imagined that these were the orc warriors and wolf cavalry on the battlefield, and imagined that his father stood majestically in front of the two armies, and then was killed by a monster that fell from the sky - the general!

And then the orcs lost the war.

The imagination in his mind was so real that Sal shuddered.

"Come again!" Sal said seriously.

After a dozen rounds - "General! ”

"Come again!"

This time Sal held on for more than twenty rounds.

"General!"

"Come again!"

"General!"

"Come again!"

"General!"

"Come again!"

The old man went down, his expression gradually became serious, this 'fool' had obviously mastered the rules of the game, relying on the chess pieces to desperately change discs with him, and even had some threats to him.

The old man walked a few steps, and even had to think seriously.

"General!" This time it was Sal who shouted it.

The old man carefully observed the chess game and determined that he was powerless to return to the sky, so he could only overthrow his old handsome.

"You won." He said, looking at Sal in front of him with some surprise, and said that this orc kid is quite talented.

However, he was a little skeptical, this orc child could not be disguised by a computer program, right?

After all, they are all NPCs in the game, and their behavioral wisdom is also related to the computing power of the computer.

Maybe it looks like a green-skinned little orc, but it's actually an alpha dog behind it, so it's not unjust that you lost.

However, he didn't make up his mind too early, after staying in this world for so long, everything still felt very real to him, and it didn't feel like a game at all.

"Again—I won't let you this time."

Sal silently fiddled with the chess pieces, "Why is the hero (general) so important?" ”

"The reason why heroes are important is that heroes can lead the nation to victory, can stand up when the country and the nation are in danger, turn the tide and arrive, support the building and the general, and write legends and write history......

But the most important thing is to be able to make people willingly follow him, unite a mass of scattered people, and become an unstoppable organization.

You must know that only the organization can fight against the organization, and only the advanced organization can eliminate the backward organization, without the organization, all victories will be impossible, so heroes are so important. ”

"Of course, in fact, whether it is the Frostwolf Clan or the Alterac Kingdom, it is not very advanced, a primitive tribe and a feudal kingdom, hehe, it's just fifty steps and a hundred steps, the feudal kingdom can crush the primitive tribe, but once it faces a more advanced organization, it is nothing."

Sal vaguely seemed to understand something, but for a moment he couldn't say clearly, but he felt as if he had grasped the key.

He was puzzled, "Is there any other kind of organization besides the human kingdom and the orc tribe?" ”

"Of course there is—" The old man said this, and his interest also came up, and he simply stopped playing chess, took out his pipe, lit it for himself, and took a few puffs first--in reality he didn't enjoy it, and every time he took out a cigarette, he had to be beaten by his wife.

"Let's just say that when I was young, it was really a battle......

Thrall listened to the old man's recounting of the past, and a strange sparkle gradually appeared in his eyes.

(End of chapter)