Volume 6: The World of Rebellion Chapter 302: Boss Sar
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Thrall - or Go'el - was wolfing down a bowl of oatmeal.
He has lived in this human hut for two days. From the initial fear and nervousness to the gradual adaptation now, Gui'er has adapted quickly.
However, even though he was familiar with everything around him, he still did not let down his guard.
"Eat slowly, eat slowly, no one is trying to snatch the food from you." The old man tried to communicate with Sal while watching him eat, but found that the other party did not respond at all.
I couldn't help but shook my head, "Boy, can you speak?"
Gui'er showed no intention of responding and continued to eat.
The old man couldn't help but shook his head and said to himself: "Isn't this kid a fool? He can't even speak."
Gui'er suddenly stopped and looked at the old man in surprise: "How do you know my name is Sal?"
The old man couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the little orc in front of him finally speak.
"Oh, you really are called Silly? Why would anyone give a child such a name? Oh, I see, I see. It's probably to make it easier to raise the child."
Thrall was confused, but after two days of getting along, he felt that the old man in front of him had no ill intentions. "This is not a name my parents gave me. It was the adventurers in the tribe who called me Boss Thrall..."
The old man couldn't help but shake his head after hearing this. "Those adventurers really are not human beings. How can they bully children like this? And what about the stupid boss? Are they all elementary school students?"
"No, the adventurers were all good people. They spoke sweet words and were especially nice to me. When the tribe retreated, they all volunteered to stay behind to stop the enemy. They...all died..."
When Thrall said this, his eyes couldn't help but become red. He thought of the adventurers who grilled meat for him and picked fruits for him, and also of his dead father and lost brother and mother.
However, he did not shed tears. Durotan had taught him since he was a child that crying would not solve any problems but would only expose one's own weakness.
"It was all those damned humans who killed my father, father Saurfang, and my friends. I will avenge my father one day."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt something was wrong. The old man in front of him was also a human being. He hurriedly explained: "You gave me food. You are a good person. I will not seek revenge on you."
The old man couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. "Haha, what you said really doesn't make sense. You orcs killed so many humans on your way north. Don't those humans have children? Who should they seek revenge on?"
Sal was stunned when he heard this. He was just a five-year-old boy and how could he think so much.
"That's because they are weak, and the weak deserve to be bullied."
The old man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed Sal's neck with such great force that Sal almost suffocated.
"You are the weaker one between the two of us now. Do you think I should kill you?"
Sal was so frightened that he froze, his whole body stiff, but the old man suddenly laughed again and touched his head with his hand.
"Hahaha, I was just teasing you. You are such a fool. If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you long ago. Now eat your food."
When Sal had finished his meal and sat in front of the fireplace, the old man and the child fell into silence.
"Why don't you kill me?" Sal finally couldn't help but ask.
The old man glanced at him and said, "There is no benefit in killing you. You are just a level 5 kid. You won't lose a hair if I kill you. I am too lazy to kill you. Of course, the most important thing is that my personal morality does not allow me to do so. Killing children is too unclassy, even if they are orc children."
Sal was a little confused: "What is morality?"
The old man said leisurely: "Morality is something that people create to make themselves better when a civilization reaches a certain level. It is something that only exists between higher creatures. It is the boundary that distinguishes humans from beasts.
Wild beasts have no morals because for them, survival is the most important thing. They use all their strength to hunt, prey, expand territory, and reproduce.
Only when all the conditions necessary for survival are met, will the beasts start to think about justice and evil, nobleness and meanness..."
The old man's words made Thrall even more confused. The Frostwolf Clan had been struggling between life and death. Even when they were in Frostfire Ridge, they faced harsh climates and ferocious beasts. Although he had not experienced the life of the old days, he had heard about it countless times from his clansmen.
Later, with the outbreak of the Fel Crisis and the decline of Draenor, the life of the orcs became even more difficult.
After arriving in the New World, the Frostwolf Clan had been fighting all the way and had never had a truly peaceful and prosperous life. Even he, the son of the chief, had to work hard to survive. In his opinion, wasn't this a very normal thing?
"But that's life," Sal argued.
"No, that's not called living. You are just existing. There is no essential difference between you and wild beasts. I have learned about the history of you orcs. Everything you do is to follow the instincts of wild beasts and make efforts for survival, whether it is the pursuit of power, or fighting and killing.
Only when what you do has nothing to do with survival and is done simply for fun can it be called "life".
For example, I won’t kill you because I don’t like killing, even though from a survival perspective, killing you before you grow up is the best option. Have you ever seen a wolf keep a pet?
For example, the reason I came to this world is to seek some fun in life, build a small house in the wilderness, go fishing and hunting, and experience the customs and culture of this world.
This world is much more interesting than I thought. When my son bought me a gaming helmet, I scolded him, saying that he was wasting money and was fooled by the advertisement. But you know what, it is much better to be here than to stay at home and wait for death all day in reality. "
Sal didn't quite understand what the old man said and kept scratching his head.
The old man didn't mind. He smiled and took out a wooden chess set from the cabinet beside him. The chess set was carved from oak and the workmanship was very rough, but it looked pretty good.
"Come on, since you have nothing to do, let's have a plate together."
"What's this?"
"Chess!" The old man said another word that Sal didn't understand.
But he is the future chieftain of the tribe after all, and his IQ is still higher than that of ordinary orcs. Following the old man's introduction, Thrall quickly understood how to play chess, and immediately realized that this was a simulation of war.
This piqued his interest.
The old man still has some martial ethics.
"Since this is your first time playing, I'll give you a set of chariots, horses, and cannons."
As he took away three chess pieces, Sal suddenly felt that he had a great chance of winning. The reason why humans defeated the orcs was because they had more people. Now that he had more troops than the enemy, wouldn't he definitely win?
However, as expected, the two of them fought back and forth, and after only a few steps, Thrall was killed.
"Checkmate - you lose." The old man looked very interested and didn't feel embarrassed at all for bullying the newbie.
Thrall was not convinced. He looked at the chess pieces on the board and said, "I obviously have more soldiers than you do. How come I lost?"
"Your veteran is dead. Veteran, do you understand? That's your chief. If the chief dies, you lose."
Thrall was struck by lightning. So that's why the Frostwolf Clan was defeated because of his father's death?
He had very vague memories of the war that took place before, because he was too young, no one had ever told him what happened. However, looking at the chess game that was in checkmate, he suddenly realized something. He touched the chess pieces, imagining that these were the orc warriors and wolf riders on the battlefield, and imagined his father standing majestically in front of the two armies, and then being killed by a monster that fell from the sky - the general!
Then the orcs lost the war.
The imagery in his mind was so real that it gave Sal a shudder.
"Come again!" Sal said seriously.
After a dozen rounds—"Checkmate!"
“Come again!”
This time, Thrall lasted more than twenty rounds.
"General!"
“Come again!”
"General!"
“Come again!”
"General!"
“Come again!”
As the old man played chess, his expression gradually became serious. This 'idiot' had obviously mastered the rules of the game. He relied on the fact that he had so many chess pieces that he tried desperately to exchange them with him, and even posed a threat to him.
The old man took a few steps and even began to think seriously.
"General!" This time it was Sal who shouted .
The old man carefully observed the chess game and was sure that he was powerless to save the situation, so he could only overthrow his old general.
"You win." He said, looking at Thrall in front of him with some surprise, thinking that this orc child is quite talented.
But he also had some doubts. Could it be that this orc child was a computer program in disguise?
After all, they are all NPCs in the game, and their behavior and intelligence are probably related to the computing power of the computer.
Maybe he looks like a green-skinned orc, but he is actually an AlphaGo. Then it is not unfair for me to lose.
However, he did not jump to conclusions too quickly. After staying in this world for so long, everything still felt very real to him, and it did not feel like a game at all.
"Come again—I won't let you this time."
Thrall fiddled with the chess pieces silently, "Why are heroes (generals) so important?"
“Heroes are important because they can lead the people to victory, stand up when the nation is in danger, turn the tide, and support the collapsing building. They can write legends and compose history…
But the most important thing is to be able to make people follow him willingly and unite a group of scattered people into an unstoppable organization.
You know, only organizations can fight organizations, and only advanced organizations can eliminate backward organizations. Without organizations, there will be no victory, so heroes are so important. "
"Of course, in fact, neither the Frostwolf Clan nor the Kingdom of Alterac can be considered advanced. A primitive tribe and a feudal kingdom are just like the pot calling the kettle black. The feudal kingdom can crush the primitive tribe, but once it faces a more advanced organization, it is nothing."
Sal seemed to have realized something, but he couldn't explain it clearly for a while. He just felt that he seemed to have grasped the key.
He was puzzled and asked: "Apart from the human kingdom and the orc tribe, are there other types of organizations?"
"Of course there is..." The old man became interested when he said this, and simply stopped playing chess. He took out his pipe, lit it, and took a few puffs. In reality, he didn't have this enjoyment. Every time he took out a handful of cigarettes, he would be scolded by his wife.
"When I was young, I really fought against heaven and earth..."
As Sal listened to the old man telling stories of the past, a strange light gradually appeared in his eyes.
