Take Taobao with you to another world

"There are only three reasons for all victories, first, ability, second, 'organization,'" the people on the stage looked down at the notebook in their hands, and read each word word by word, "third, luck. "

Tira yawned secretly, the summer breeze blowing in from the wide open window, carrying the smell of roasted plants and soil, the thick roof blocked the heat of the sun, a comfortable tiredness The meaning is still wrapped around the body, making people drowsy.He woke up from his nap not long ago, which should have been the time when humans said he was "the most sober", but not only he was like this, many orcs in this classroom were also as depressed as him, and only a few Humans seem determined.

They didn't mean disrespect to human beings to spread knowledge, and they didn't have much opinion on the fact that the teacher this time was a woman. It's just that this is just a class of reading aloud. Compared with those novel things when they first started this class, Not enough... not interesting at all.

What's more, it was read in those difficult human languages. He already knew a lot of words, and listening to humans was much easier than other orcs, but he could only write very simple sentences. He wished he could write every word well. It was as big as a fist. Although he wrote down a few thick notebooks, he was very clear that most of the time he was tracing according to the shape of the characters. If he wanted to know the deeper meaning, he could only wait until night.At that time, their captain will tell them again, put the most important things under their noses, and make sure that nothing will be missed.

Tira thinks this method is very good. Since humans taught them lessons, he has learned a lot of things that he has never imagined before, but he still finds it difficult to accept being like those children, staying in the classroom from morning till night ( It’s just enough to let the water out of the stomach, let’s forget it), facing one book after another full of words and pictures, writing and calculating all day long.Tira had seen the children's textbooks, the same ones used by many of the humans he knew, and the contents of those books confused him compared with the real and useful things he learned in the courses.

Combinations of numbers and words, complex and meaningless topics—why did they fill and refill a pool of water?But they used these things to create all kinds of wonders?He didn't believe this, but he knew that he was not qualified to delve into the relationship behind it.Earlier, when the alliance between humans and Sashere did not have the status it has today, if the Huckle tribe could make a decision, he might have a much better status than it is now, just like the white wolf and That gray wolf, but... Come on, he just did something stupid, and he couldn't be saved. His father, and none of his people had that kind of courage and judgment.

He thought, is it because of this that the sorcerer treats Huckle so coldly?

A burst of noise interrupted his messy thoughts, Tira turned his head, and many people were attracted to look out of the window like him, a group of young orcs walked by noisy, like a group of flamboyant feathered birds, slightly Judging by their wild laughter, they were bragging about their complete victory over the grown orcs.

"These brats..." someone muttered.

Tira thought so too, the brats.This is an experience that has never been taught by humans, and will definitely be taught to elders in the future.

A group of people should either be killed or become slaves. Only one in a hundred can escape and survive. The luck is not up to them. The little cubs who ruthlessly drove them to step in front of the horse simply don't know which god in the sky gave them great favors, allowing them to easily get the care of the magician... Maybe because that god is the magician himself .In short, humans raised and tamed them with an unusual care. Tira could imagine some human goals. They let go of those adult captives, and specially kept these half-sized children because they were still alive. Young, easy to truly become "their people"?

Humans don't fully trust him, Tira knows that, because if he is in the position of humans, it must be the same, and humans don't trust werewolves either. After all, as allies, the group of giant dogs did nothing at all, just divided up their hard work What Tira didn't understand was why they kept accepting new people, and seemed to want to convince the new fools that they were good-natured?

As a bystander, Tira felt that this approach was preparing herself for a trap, which was really unwise.

However, all of this is the Far East magician who has not made any wrong decisions since his sudden appearance, defeated all enemies, and conquered all objects including Scar Nightmare.

A few words came along with the wind, and Tira heard that they were talking about the review ceremony this morning. The results of the three confrontations had been spread to everyone's ears as early as lunch. Just before the class, Tira and the other orcs Still discussing this matter, he also heard those boys saying that they were going to the "shooting range", shooting range?

Staring at their backs, although Tira had been in contact with those weapons a long time ago, his jealousy was still uncontrollable. He believed that there must be someone who wanted to teach them as much as he did.

The humans on the podium knocked on the table, and everyone who was distracted immediately turned their heads back and corrected their posture consciously.

"Don't like them?" said the black-haired woman who called herself "Ming Yue", "because they don't deserve to be like you?"

No one made a sound, only a few humans shook their heads.

She nodded, and then said: "Actually, you are the same." The petite woman looked down at them on the podium, "You are the same as them, learning how to defeat the enemy here, and there is no enemy's combat exploits."

"I also know you don't like to hear me read this," said the human. "You like to hear who has been and where, and encountered something you haven't seen before—poisonous plants, ferocious beasts; When you arrive at someone with malicious intentions, kill them, and escape successfully or unsuccessfully; or what battle you participated in in which city, which two parties or which parties participated in the battle, what happened in the battle, and the final failure and failure. victory."

She paused, "I like this too. The stories are interesting and useful, never confusing or annoying. But these are things that other people have done, that have happened What happened, not what is happening now. The people who have done these things are others, not you. What we want is more than this." She didn't say that that person is so strong that you may never be able to keep up.

She raised the pamphlet in her hand, "There are some truths written here, all in words, without pictures, and in our own words. It is impossible to take it out from here, maybe to the other side of the continent." Someone who can read them... oh, there may be exceptions for our survivors, but I don't know what it's like for people who have never seen it. But it is definitely useful, not in ordinary times, because we don't know Time to do something. There's always a time."

She slapped the booklet on the table, "Why do you say that?" She looked around the classroom, "Because we won, and won too fast! It's good for those who want to be safe, but we will have no enemies. Neither will you!" Merit, only eating and drinking, moldy and fat. If we stay here forever, this, and what we have learned before, will be useless.” She picked up the booklet again, “Because we have some very powerful weapons, and magicians Protect everyone. We have won two wars, and the Warlock will not take the initiative to provoke disputes. For a period of time, we have no visible danger. This is for others who live and produce on this land It's a good thing to say, but not for us—"

She stood there, looking at the many faces below, "—we are fighters!"

"A qualified fighter will never wait for the enemy to appear." She said, "They will actively look for threats and eliminate them in the bud. The purpose of their existence is not to invade, but to protect. They know who they want to protect, I also know the method of protection, and I have prepared everything for it. I only know about plundering, it is a greedy and hungry beast, once it is full, it is waste; staying in place, chasing after the wind, day after day, is also waste.”

She put one hand on the podium, looked at all the people below cheered up, and said to everyone staring at her: "Who will be the real fighter?"

Coulson was bored in the prison camp.

Although he has several board games to choose from, as well as many opponents to choose from, he himself has already made preparations to live here for several years or decades—who knows what the world will be like at that time? , Judging by the actions of that magician, sooner or later he will become one of the legends famous in all continents, and even Coulson can't imagine anything other than Wang Jianwang that could threaten this magical existence.There are only two powerful emperors in the world, and they don't like to travel far.But apart from himself and Mage Yitong, there are not many other merchants who are entertained here as he is, and many of them sigh every day. Appetite, also makes people embarrassed to have fun in their presence.

In particular, no one can ignore the reason for their frustration.

Normal capable forces knew how warmongers like them would treat everyone. After the initial panic, the merchants all lamented their good luck.As the price of their lives, they cooperated very well with each other's arrangements. After all, with Coulson as a role model, they were fortunate to meet that extremely mysterious and powerful magician who came back alive after attacking the opponent. Any dirty deal is miraculously lucky.So when humans started to ask them some questions, most people knew everything, not to mention that there was no violence in the process, and most of the people who came to collect information were cute girls, and they were in pairs.After these inquiries at irregular times every day were carried out for three consecutive days, the merchants commented on these immature young people behind their backs that they had no skills. They really knew everything, but they didn't say that what they said must be true.Ten days later, some people admitted that they lied or concealed the truth, and after the same thing happened for a month, they were hollowed out.

All suffered from terrible patience and horrific records.All their words were recorded and verified cross-over, repeatedly, and irregularly. Most of the girls and boys had alien characteristics, but they appeared to be smart, sensible, and ruthless.When it comes to secrets, no matter how the businessmen try to impress them or plead with them, they may shed tears on the spot, expressing sympathy and understanding to them, but the next day, they will change two people. When they were young people, the other party would just have a deadpan face, act according to the rules, and finally called them a "liar" in a low voice before leaving.In the end, the figures of these boys and girls turned into nightmares.

The content of the interrogation has been changing all the time. The news that these torture apprentices who could not refuse and press on every step of the way unearthed from them far not only included the cause, course and result of this war, but also included their own lives, their families , their business, all the people they know and all the relationships that extend from it, all of them seem to be spread out on the ground, stripped of all their decorations, and carefully and flatly unfolded into a tattered sheet Rotting nets, everything they are and has been is a knot of fishing lines, and they hang it up and count them one by one.

Although Coulson thought that the lord probably had no such intentions, he had to admit that this was really an ingenious form of torture. For some reason, he was able to keep some of his privacy, but he also felt embarrassed during repeated interrogations.Any human being with a normal sense of shame cannot accept being exploited by strangers like this, it is indeed mental torture.

However, the capacity of each person's life is limited. After repeatedly confirming the authenticity of these biographies, they can occasionally get a day or two of rest from the abuse, and sometimes they just ask them some very weird questions Everyone has begun to become numb to their opinions.They no longer guess the purpose of those people, no matter what they want them to do, after fully grasping their weaknesses and their enemies, even if they want them to die, they will probably have no choice but to do so.

But that bastard Coulson and his friends can definitely live on.

So, this time, as usual, Coulson and his mage friends were the first to greet the staff who came to the prisoner camp, but this time the notice they received shocked everyone——

They asked them to pack their things and put forward their final demands, which they would consider if they could be met, and after three days, they would be released.

The first two sentences are like a merciful death sentence, but the last sentence turns around and makes people fall into a dream.While Coulson was packing up his new toys, Master Yitong walked around beside him, "I can't understand, I can't understand," his friend held his head, "They don't say anything, they want Let us go?"

"Calm down, it's not too strange," Coulson said.

"I think they will definitely cast some spells on us before they leave," said the different pupil mage, "or ask us to form a huge spy network for them to spy on them, take bribes, and plot power—oh, they always Isn’t that what it was intended to do in the first place? They made us naked in front of them, holding all our secrets and shame, if it wasn’t for that purpose, why would it be?”

"But once we go back, it will be our territory." Coulson said, "I don't think there is any power talent in this world who can cast spells across at least three countries..."

The mage looked at him contemptuously, "Are you really my friend? This is the only way to use spells?"

"...just to obtain a piece of land that he cannot fully control." Coulson said, "Based on your and my limited understanding of this lord, do you think he is this kind of person?"

Master Yitong finally stopped and looked at him questioningly.

Coulson sighed secretly, since he is your friend, you have to accept the gap between him and you, "That black-haired and black-eyed existence is among all the rulers I have seen and heard of, The desire to control is the strongest. Generally speaking, the control of the power gifted person we see is often manifested in his mage tower or alchemy workshop. No matter what their personality is, they will show their power and achievements in their own space— —”

"You mean he's showing off?" Master Yitong took two steps, raised his hand and knocked on the window.

"No. Not that," Coulson said. "It's not control, it's just a convenience, and he doesn't care about that, and he doesn't really care about the spectacle that other people see, I think."

"Then what are you referring to?" asked the mage.

Coulson opened the door, leaned against the door frame, and gestured for him to look across with his chin. The mage followed him and saw a white wall. Oh, there was a super large line of unfamiliar text on it, and Childish and ridiculous painting?

"Word?"

Coulson tilted his head again, "Writing is a symbol for recording language and an expression of will. When it is in the hands of powerful people, it will become a weapon. No, my friend, you and I both know this Not a mantra, but like, uh, when we were kids we went to a prayer house, or we went to a miraculous troupe, about faith and stuff, our perceptions of things that are real or unreal, that's where it all started , I think I am still affected by it even now. I don't know the writing, but I know it was used by the one who gave it to his followers and placed it where we can see Everywhere, not for us to see, but for those followers to learn it, be familiar with it, and use it all the time."

The different pupil mage was still at a loss.

Coulson laughed, "Followers learn his language, his writing, and his will. He controls the land and all production and creation, and also controls the spirit of the people. Those young people who came to interrogate us, on the wall Orcs trained outside, and those teenagers passing by, before they met that one, they were not worth much in the eyes of the "big man"? There is not much difference from the beasts. And now they are terrible opponents. All because of that One who poured his will into their brains."

"So, what is his real purpose?" the mage asked.

"I don't know," Coulson said.

The mage looked like he wanted to hit him.

"I don't really want to know..." Coulson said, "but I think it may not be too long before we find out. If there is no accident, someone will go back with us."

In the enclave, the person they were talking about finished his routine report, then looked to the man across from him, waiting for his question.

But what the other party mentioned was not the content of the job.

"I heard that another batch of captives are about to leave." Xuanhou said, "I once heard you say, 'People identify themselves with blood, religion, language, history, values, customs and institutions'," In a collective that lacks a historical tradition, people stand on the basis of their interests and their enemies'?"

"Yes." Yun Shen said.