Law of the Devil
Chapter 587 [Ten Thousand Years of Faith] (Two in One, More Later)
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(This is today's update, two in one chapter. There's more to make up for later)
Chapter 570 [10,000 Years of Faith]
Rohit looked at the “breakfast” in front of him.
This is a bright green, bowl-shaped leaf filled with light crystal clear liquid - said to be fresh dew in the morning.
And elf people's habits, that's their breakfast.
This tent is where Elven King snows.
Rohit thought he was going to die when he was hung from the oil pan that day. In his view, there was no need for the enemy to keep such a prisoner of his own - not to mention that these enemies were not human beings. Since the beginning of this war, they have not had the habit of retaining prisoners, and every human being captured has had only one final outcome: to be killed and turned into food rations for these guys.
Rohit was not afraid to die, but he was still a bit shy about turning into these monster rations, so the most important thing he was doing every day was praying silently to strengthen his faith.
After being removed from the oil pan that day, Rohit was actually wet all over his body —— it was sweat. And, to be honest, if he hadn't drank water since he was captured, I'm afraid that scene would have allowed him to urinate on the spot —— there's nothing embarrassing about it, but a normal physiological response. It's not that he's not brave, it's just that the so-called "warriors” are not the great glorious images deliberately painted. Even brave people are afraid of fear before they die, except that they have stronger beliefs to support themselves - not to make fear disappear, but the power of faith overwhelms fear.
But... he's not dead!
Plus, he's been locked up in Elf King's Big Book until today.
Snow falling is strange to him: on the one hand, snow falling is not forcing him to ask anything, and even, relative to his status as a “prisoner”, Rohit is given some privilege. King Pokémon told Rohit that as long as he was in this tent, he could walk around and even look at everything in the tent - as long as he didn't walk out of the tent, he almost enjoyed the treatment of the guests.
Except for… eating a little worse every day.
- These elves don't seem to eat meat?
It's dew water in the morning, but it changes the pattern, rose dew, lily dew... but it's just dew after all.
At noon, they eat some strange pancake-shaped food, which also seems to be milled with some kind of plant. And in the evening... they produce some cool, fresh plants and fungi...
Rohit remembered that he woke up and up until today, these elves hadn't starved himself, but the food they sent him made Rohit feel like he was about to turn into a rabbit —— a grass-eating rabbit.
Though the Elf King also said it could order the Orc to bring some meat. But Rohit categorically rejected the good intentions (or temptation?
'Cause Rohit is so harsh: The Orcs eat everything - including human flesh! God knows if the meat they send is on animals or...
This tent has a certain amount of magic - which Rohit has come to understand over the last two days.
The winter is already beginning in the north of the continent. Yet this elf tent is like a giant mushroom —— and it is, in fact. It is indeed a giant large mushroom with magical properties. Like an umbrella edge dragging all the way to the floor, a round handle in the middle supports the roof at height.
This is something made from the special magic seeds of the Elf Clan, where the temperature is very comfortable, the cold wind has been blown outside, and where Rohit feels no coolness at all.
This huge tent is divided into two rooms inside and out, and the Elf King seems to live outside, and it takes an hour or two to talk to Rohit every day. This conversation starts with a snowy, one-sided conversation, and Rohit either shuts up or curses or laughs.
But gradually, Rohit was surprised to find that the elf's patience was incredibly good, and his attitude, even worse, did not appear angry at all. And... the knowledge of falling snow is amazing!
The content of the conversation, snow falling is very careful, never involving human military, but snow falling from astronomical geography and humanities of the human Roland Empire to history and culture, all the way down very casually, often the topic is empty, what do you think to say...
Although Rohit is the son of a carpenter, he has also undergone some cultural studies since entering the empty cavalry of the Tulip family. After all, Dewey believes that qualified officers must not be illiterate. In the Tulip family, a systematic and prescribed culture curriculum has been developed specifically for officers.
After three years in the northwest, Rohit was no longer the carpenter's son who could only write his own name. At least, he learned well in history. But when he talks to this elf, he often feels very... humiliated and ashamed.
Yes, it's shame!
This elf talks about the history of the Roland Empire of mankind, the head of which is the way, the civilized history of which period, the rising and falling process of which dynasty, and even the Roland Empire in history from the founding of the country to the present, some major national policies, the political system of the empire, etc., and this elf often talks about it at random, whispering —— this temperament, even if Rohit hates these enemies any more, has to admit, this guy has to learn, I'm afraid, a lot better than the teacher who taught himself a lesson in the Northwest!
I'm afraid the only person I've ever met who is literally comparable to this elf is the Duchess of Tulips himself, and the Chief Executive of the Northwest, Lord Philip - who, as an example, taught these officers personally in the Northwest in an effort to promote a culture of learning among officers.
The Duke of Tulip is famous for his studies! And Lord Philip, often referred to as the prime minister's talent, is also a high apprentice of the famous university man, Mr. Blue Sea.
Most importantly… they are all human!
But this elf... as an elf, he knows so much about human civilization, obviously he didn't do it randomly, it must have been carefully drilled - with a strong purpose!
Even talking about some of the famous buildings of the Roland Empire, such as the walls of Emperor Du, the Six-Mountain Star Building of Emperor Du Famous Magic Union, the Taoli-style Column Hall of the Temple of Light, etc. When the snow falls, it can even go from the origins of this architectural style to its historical origins, the context of the times, and so on...
These topics, obviously, are not understandable to Rohit, who is well known.
There are also some brilliant poems from famous poets in human history, those wonderful chapters, magnificent epic poems, beautiful operas, etc...
Even gave Rohit a slight illusion: What else in the world does this elf not know?
In his heart, he was angry that when he was a human being, the elf and himself talked about the brilliant culture of his people, he tended to silence himself, even a lot of things, he either knew half of them, or he simply hadn't heard of them!
Even snowfall can recite some ancient poems in more than two ancient languages of the Roland continent - languages that Rohit can't understand a word.
But... I am the human being! It's just a different race!!
“I've read a total of 31 times about your continental history, and there are some versions from different eras, and previous versions… Well, the last time I came to your empire, in some cities in the north, I got a lot of books, and I brought back about 4600 volumes. ”
Snow fell so casually sitting in front of Rohit, the expression and tone were like chatting with old friends: "To be honest, I admire you humans. Indeed, you have created a glorious civilization. ”
“What do you care so much about learning about our human civilization?” Rohit Cold Road.
“A thousand years ago, Aragon, now the founding emperor of the Roland Empire, said that in order to defeat your enemies, you must first know your enemies thoroughly, and, well, the original phrase in the history books should read: Know each other, and you will never be defeated. ”
(If Dewey were here, he would have despised his past life and stolen his grandson's great military skills.
“Hmm, so the less comfortable you are, the more desperately you learn about our human civilization, the more virulent your mind becomes.” Rohit shook his head.
“No, actually, quite the contrary.” Snow shook his head with a slight smile on his face: "Rohit, let me tell you a secret. Would you like to hear it? ”
“Whatever.” Rohit is apathetic: “You can say what you want, but I won't tell you any of my secrets. ”
The snowfall smile contains a taunt: "To me, you have no secrets, Rohit. ”
After speaking, the snow stood, it waved gently, the account door closed silently, turning its head, the Elf King looked at this human prisoner, and the tone was somewhat unseen:
“The more I learn about your civilization, the more a thought becomes evident in my heart. Although we are enemies now, with my knowledge of your race, I increasingly feel that it is possible, perhaps, to defeat you on the battlefield, but… it is impossible to defeat mankind completely, or to genocide you. ”
When he said that, his eyes were clear and clear.
As the commander of the invasion by the sinners, he put it this way and left Rohit alone.
“You remember what I told you the other day about the expulsion of our races from this continent a long time ago. ”
“Well, 10,000 years ago, you were deported…” Rohit shook his head: “Of course I remember. ”
snowfall nodded.
Its subsequent voice, with a faint glimpse...
“When I was born, far and far north, across your ice-covered forests, across a vast ice field, over a mountain guarded by dragons, across an infinite wilderness, all the way north, where I was born. Unlike your fertile continent, it is a barbaric land. There's a lack of water, and the land is far from describable, even with the word 'barren', and if you've been to that place, you'll understand -- you squat on the ground, grab a grip, and you'll find that half of your hands are made of hard sand. There is also an evil mountain, but most of them are hard stones, and iron ore is extremely rare and rare. Even the woods that are common on your continent… we do not have them, even if the magic seeds of our Elves are planted, are diluted.
There was a cold breeze all the time, and by the winter, the wind was brimming with people's eyes, even strong beasts, could not go out. Because the wind can roll people straight into the sky. That wind shaves for about two months each year.
Food has been scarce ever since I was born… or earlier, since our races were first expelled there.
At our place, the Beast Nation did a very thorough job. But any old, worn beast, at a certain age, will take the initiative to say goodbye to his family, walk into the depths of the wilderness and die quietly - just to reduce the waste of food!
Also, when young Orcs are born, the health of babies is strictly checked within the clan. If it is unanimously determined that babies are weak and may not be able to become a strong workforce when they grow up, then parents must endure grief and despair and kill weak babies, or... Specially sent by the clan to use a wrecked car far away to push deep into the wilderness...
Every fall… is a festival to celebrate the harvest for you humans.
Oh, yes, you humans also have a big festival called Celebration Festival —— but what you don't know about us is: autumn, for us, means: war!
The food harvested each year is very scarce and never enough! So, in the fall, many tribes and tribes will wage war. In order to take away the winter food, those tribes will kill each other and grab the poor little food in the other's hands...
Kill to kill, kill to the end, never win! Because war subtracts a lot of people, every fall war, after a large number of deaths, the rest of us have enough food to survive the winter.
I see from the book that when you humans celebrate Harvest Festival every year, you sing and dance and produce a lot of wine... but we there, as soon as winter, the elders of the Orcs, have to say goodbye to their wives and children, and then gather in batches to go to war to die. When they leave, no one knows if they can come back alive or not, or survive this winter.
You who live on this fertile continent may never experience that pain and cruelty. ”
Despite its hostile position, Rohit couldn't bear to move when he heard this!
Snow falling still sounds so unseen, its tone seems to reveal a slight sadness...
“All the Orcs, dwarves, and us elves, including me. Each of our races, when born, comes to the world, when they understand, will tell us that we are not born to live in such a deserted world. Our ancestors, once lived on a fertile continent with countless sweet, clear lakes, countless rivers, dense forests, fertile grabs, pinches and even pinches of grease! There was plenty of rain, gentle wind and warm sunshine - our ancestors lived in such a beautiful land.
But we lost the land.
We were defeated by a race called “Humanity", an evil and greedy human being, who drove us away and seized the continent, forcing our children and grandchildren to live in a world of hunger and hunger!
generation after generation!
Every one of us, from the beginning, has been indoctrinated with these things. Then, every time the elders complained, they would tell us in a vision tone: we must work hard, and one day, when we are strong, we will return to that fertile land, avenge our ancestors, kill all the greedy and evil humans, and take back our homes! ”
Speaking of which, Snow squeezed his fist tight: "Every Orc, Dwarf, Elf, has been indoctrinated with these since childhood until the day they died! ”
Rohit is touching.
Although he is only a carpenter's son, he can still feel the shock in the content of this statement!
This… for countless generations, has repeatedly instilled this kind of thinking, precipitated the longing for 10,000 years to come down, hatred… when it erupts, what a terrible tremendous energy this will be?!
Humans today… do they have this near-crazy belief??
“I am king of the Elves.” Snow falls gently: “I was born destined to assume this responsibility. I will bear the future fate of my tribe on my shoulders. My father was king, my grandfather was king, and my great-grandfather was king. Me... too! So, as kings of every generation, we are constantly searching for ways to return.
The day I was born, it snowed heavily, and my father named me Snowfall. And my father died before I was an adult… he left the tribe and took the mighty men of several tribes to the human world.
I know... he must have died at the foot of the Dragon Clan.
In fact, we, the sinners, the leaders of each generation, will take the strongest of our people and venture into your human world to try to open the way home. But no generation can come back alive. ”
“I hated humans so much.” It snowed and its smile mocked slightly: “Just as I was instilled when I was a child in the mind that humans were bandits, greedy and evil races, who seized our homes. And we criminals, our only goal, is to kill back! Kill all of you humans! Completely exterminate your race! Otherwise, it is not enough to wash blood away the tragic fate we have suffered for nearly 10,000 years, nor to make up for the old people who have committed suicide in the wilderness after their old age, the weak little lives that were just killed in their first years... 10,000 years down, this blood debt is too big! Huge extent, there is absolutely no room for relief unless cleaned with blood!! ”
“I once held this strong conviction: kill all mankind! Extinction of this race!! But..."
The snow shook its head gently and its smile was somewhat unusual: “But now I don't think so… because, as I learned about your civilization, I had to force myself to accept the fact that a race like yours cannot be extinct! At least we races can't! It may be victorious, but it cannot be extinct! ”
The snow sighed softly, and its voice slowly lowered: "But my thoughts, they were just my own… those beasts, they didn't think so. Until now, the Orcs have insisted that we only have a way to live if we kill all of humanity... but I am pessimistic that this goal will never be achieved beforehand - even if the war lasts 10, 50, 100 years...!
Defeating a people might do it. But completely wipe out a race that has grown for tens of thousands of years and has a mature civilization… this is definitely not what we can do. In my view, this is a dead end, and this war will continue - and it will continue! Keep going! I can't see the future, I can't even see a glimmer of hope. I'm afraid my generation, my next generation, and the next generation, will continue to fight like this. Endless! ”
When Rohit heard this, he frowned and finally couldn't bear to ask a question of falling snow: "So, what do you want? ”
“Me?” Snowfall smiled softly, looking at the human face: "I want peace… we elves have never been a belligerent race, we just want peace. It is enough to have a home where we can reproduce ourselves. ”
Snow falling pointed to the outside of the ledge.
Its smile was bitter: “Just a few days ago, we started growing food in the land that was already occupied around us. For you humans, this is the northern part of the continent, and the land is not fertile enough, but for us, the land here is incredibly fertile compared to where we've lived for generations! They have started growing food and will get their first harvest next year! Those grains will continue to feed our troops. Keep fighting here! On these lands that have been occupied, we will remain here in solitary confinement and will never leave unless we are all dead! We waited 10,000 years to get back here, and now we have no strength to back off! This year's food has been planted and will continue next year! The next year, the next year... and the next... generations, the war will not stop! ”
Rohit's face couldn't help grinding, he muttered: “I think I see what you're trying to say... Hmm! ”
“This is a war doomed to no winner. Never a winner.” The snow fell gently.
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Grand Lan Canal.
A Roland Empire naval battleship docked near the pier of Emperor Du.
To the surprise of the porters on the pier, such a battleship docked in Mingang, and, soon, in Diduli, a group of heavily armed Royal City Guards arrived, tightening the martial law on the pier.
Throughout the day, no cargo was unloaded or disembarked from the ship. And those around them, far away, were seen, and within a day, three messengers of the court, dressed in courtesy officers, boarded the ship, accompanied by the Royal Forest Army.
This novelty immediately attracted the attention of a lot of people.
Meanwhile, in the Imperial Palace, a fierce debate is unfolding.
“I strongly disagree! ”
In the palace, an old man with white hair, dressed in a very strict robe of generosity, waved his hands excitedly and argued aloud.
He then looked up at the two men sitting high on the throne… Charlie Jr., the current Emperor of the Empire, and His Majesty the Emperor's father, His Majesty the Regent of the Empire.
“Your Majesty! Your Highness!!” The old man shouted fast and resolutely: “I strongly oppose the treatment of those Aboriginal people who go beyond specifications!! They make a difference from the grasslands! Many generations have confronted us on the prairie, reluctant to admit it, but it has to be said that we have basically acquiesced to the fact of an independent regime on the prairie! They were powerful against us in local areas, and the Empire, as a compromise, had recognized the fact that Lord ‘the King’ of the Meadows! As a matter of etiquette, if it is the Messenger of the Prairie King, we can treat the Nation accordingly. But... these indigenous people of the Southern Ocean definitely can't!! If we... it would be an insult! It's like the Empire recognizes the legitimacy of the kingdom these indigenous people are playing in the South! Your Majesty! For the first time, there will be a second time! For the third time… it will become the norm in the future!! I think that precedent must not be set! Otherwise, in the future, should any indigenous tribe on any island claim to be king and send a man to the Empire, do we treat a messenger of the Kingdom? ”
This was accompanied by some elderly seniors of the military, many of whom still belong to the naval system.
“I agree with the Minister of etiquette.” An elderly member of the military bowed with a hint of anger and sorrow between his brows: "Your Majesty, Your Highness! Once upon a time, our vast navy was invincible in the Southern Ocean and seized! Those Native Americans are the only ones who can bear our rubbing! Even now, they never had the power to fight us, never!! For these indigenous peoples, they are merely granaries in the Southern Ocean of the Empire, and we can harvest them whenever we need them. But now we call it a country! This is something we can't admit! Unlike the prairies, they possess the strength to fight us, but these Southern Native Americans do not! ”
“If we recognize them as a ‘country’, then, according to the code and etiquette of the Empire, we must treat their country… and there will be a lot of trouble with that in the future! We must also consider the influence of public opinion. Northwest Prairie people would laugh at us if they knew about this!! Nanyang natives only deserve our slaves, they don't deserve our guests! ”
The Minister of etiquette raised his fist and roared.
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(Note that this is just a fixed update for today, two in one, and later to make up the debt.
If you think it's too late to wait, you can wait till tomorrow morning to read it. Anyway, I'll definitely write it tonight, even in the middle of the night.
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