The shed-like classroom was surrounded by a sea of people.
A dense crowd of tall orcs crowded outside the classroom. The number of people was countless times greater than before. On average, there was a large group of orcs crowded in front of each laptop, numbering in the thousands.
But compared to before, the orcs were very quiet. Every orc was staring at the computer screen, urging the orc in charge of the operation to change the video.
"Not this, change it!"
"Change!"
"This is not the answer to hope!"
This strange scene has lasted for nine days.
At this time, every orc's eyes were red and their faces were eager.
They must find the meaning of hope, and then teachers from that world can teach them in person!
But they still don't know what hope is.
These are words they have never heard and emotions they have never experienced.
And the next moment.
An operating orc suddenly said with a trembling voice: "I, I think I found it!"
The other orcs were stunned, and the orcs responsible for operating the other laptops said eagerly: "Share the files over here!"
After a moment, all the orcs opened their eyes wide and looked at the laptop in front of them expectantly.
All laptops play a video simultaneously.
In the video, a teacher is standing in the classroom, and below him are dozens of human cubs, who are only seven or eight years old, sitting in rows.
"In today's class, we are going to discuss what we want to do when we grow up."
"Wang Er, you answer first."
A primary school student stood up and said loudly in a childish voice: "I want to be a scientist when I grow up!"
"Next."
"I want to be a painter when I grow up!"
"I want to be a soldier when I grow up!"
"I want to be a doctor when I grow up!"
"I want to be a teacher when I grow up!"
Childish voices sounded one by one, and primary school students stood up one by one, with a different color on their innocent faces.
Amid those voices, the teacher slowly turned around and wrote the word "hope" on the blackboard!
The camera suddenly zoomed out, and among those childish voices, there were high-speed trains galloping through the mountains and rivers, high-rise buildings rising from the ground, border guards stationed at the borders, and doctors saving lives and tending the wounded!
hope!
For a moment, all the orcs were stunned. They listened to the childish voices and watched the rise of a great country.
They looked at the colors on those children's faces. That color was more sublime than the glory of the gods!
The hope of mankind!
That is the hope of young children for life, and these countless hopes gathered together are the hope of a country and the hope of culture!
No need to beg the gods, just your own hands!
At this moment, it seemed that all the orcs understood the meaning of hope.
"hope……"
Some orcs murmured to themselves. At this moment, they looked at everything greedily, and there seemed to be a different kind of light in their eyes.
This is a word full of sin, but when these devout believers saw this word and the light, they were deeply attracted.
"Those human beings don't believe in gods, so they have their own lives."
"So, can you live your own life without believing in gods?"
"But God said that our lives are all arranged. We are born with sins and are destined to become devout believers of God."
"But...those human beings, those godless people, can choose their own lives! Why don't the benevolent gods give us the chance to choose?"
"I still remember that when I was a child, I dreamed of being an orc doctor, but God said that he does not need a doctor. His glory will protect us. God said that he only needs me to cultivate food for him..." An old man
The orc lowered his head and looked at his hands that had become rough from years of farming, his eyes confused.
Another orc with scarred shoulders also sighed: "Actually, I don't want to build a statue for the gods all my life, but the gods say that private thoughts are sinful, and arranging one's life according to one's own ideas is disrespectful to the gods. Only for the gods
It’s only right to think about it…I could have been an engineer…”
Cardin looked at the screen blankly, remembering that she once wanted to be a hymn teacher and the sinful songs she once created.
An orc suddenly roared: "God is merciful, but why doesn't he give us the right to choose and decide our own life?"
"Why are we destined to be pious slaves!"
"We could have had our own life, our own culture, our own songs!"
Those human materials, human music, and human culture make them envious.
but.
They could have had the same brilliant culture, they could have their own music, their own songs!
hope!
Before this, they had never considered these things or considered other options for their lives.
These orcs have been taught since childhood that their private thoughts are sinful. They are born guilty and destined to serve the gods every second for their entire lives as devout believers of the gods.
Even having private time is a sin, let alone deciding your own life!
But now, Lin Fan has opened a window for them, allowing them to understand that life should have the right to choose, the right to make your own arrangements, the right to pursue love and hope!
For a moment, these orcs seemed to have awakened to something, and they started shouting one after another.
"Why is that human world without gods so happy?"
"Are those human beings born with sins? But if they are born with sins, what sins do they have? And why can they run so wantonly and laugh loudly?"
"Why are we, as devout believers in God, not as good as them!"
"In that world where there are no gods and everyone is different, why is it that there is such a splendid culture, so many kinds of movies, music and literary works, but we are all carved out of the same mold, with no ideas of our own and only praising the same
hymn?"
"hope!"
At this moment, these orcs roared in low voices, their eyes full of doubts about God!
And at this moment.
"what are you guys saying!"
A roar came suddenly, overpowering the low roars of the orcs.
In an instant, countless orcs fell silent.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
Under the protection of a group of tall orcs wearing white armor.
Wearing heavy armor and being two heads taller than an ordinary orc, Gurka, the captain of the Temple Guard Knight, walked slowly, dragging a five-meter heavy sword with a gloomy expression.
He stared at every orc with a fierce gaze.
The orcs he stared at lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look at him.
This is Gurka, the Commander of the Temple Guard Knights who leads the 200,000 Temple Guard Knights. Apart from the High Priest, he is the strongest!
"Hope?" Gurka repeated the word in a cold voice, his eyes became more and more fierce, and he said angrily: "How can such a blasphemous word come from your mouth!"
"You are devout believers in gods! You are people who were born guilty to atone for sin!"
"Your whole life must be dedicated to the gods and serve the gods!"
"Do you want to abandon the guidance of gods and arrange your own so-called life?"
The orcs did not dare to face the Templar Commander directly, and all retreated with ugly expressions.
"I will put this matter in the past!" Gurka said in a cold voice: "Now, all the orcs, pick up their weapons, go to the temple, and assemble in formation!"
