Chapter 3270 The Trial of the Big Fool (Seventy-three)
Chapter 3270 The Trial of the Great Fool (Seventy-three)
Thousands of years ago, in a wilderness that was once a battlefield.
His whole body was covered with wounds, and his armor was broken and damaged. A Khajiit commander slowly crawled out from the pile of corpses and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood in the night.
"Damn it!" He was furious and punched the ground with his fists, even though doing so would make the wounds on his body burst open and further aggravate the injuries.
"Obviously we have an advantage in terms of numbers. We obviously have an advantage in terms of individual combat effectiveness. But why? Why can't we win?!"
As always, this is a war between humans and orcs, a battle for survival resources.
Then, as always, it ended with the defeat of the orcs.
It was obvious that one orc could match several humans. It was obvious that he had gathered an army of orcs that was 1.5 times the size of the human army. But in the end, he was defeated inexplicably.
No. It's not that inexplicable. The commander can more or less see the ins and outs of the incident.
In the beginning, it was indeed the orc army that attacked the human army with a crushing attitude, occupying an absolute advantage. However, in the middle of the war, the human army began to reverse all this. The knights fought hard as if they were desperate for their lives.
If his right hand is cut off, he swings the sword with his left hand; if his left hand is cut off, he holds the sword blade between his teeth and swings it; even if both legs are cut off, he still moves his body forward, launching magic to explode in the enemy formation.
;
Even though he knew that excessive use of magic would turn him into a stone statue and be shattered into pieces, he still threw all kinds of large spells like crazy, taking away dozens of opponents before he was completely turned into stone;
Use your companions as bait to attract the orcs to surround you, and then use a large-scale attack to annihilate your companions together with groups of enemies.
Humans are so crazy. It’s so inexplicable.
Never know how to give up, even if you are shattered to pieces, you will never give up. You will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals, and you will not hesitate to sacrifice your companions.
The orcs do not have this trait. The orcs are a rational race. They will retreat when the battle situation is not going well. When their companions are in danger, they will give priority to saving them... and then put themselves in danger.
Therefore, the orcs always lose. In the history of the war between humans and orcs, they have always lost. They always fought with the humans suppressed at the beginning, but later they were suppressed by the humans, and then lost the war.
"Why can't the orcs not be able to do what humans can do?" The commander hit the ground again angrily: "What are we missing? What makes us so different from humans?"
"Because you don't have [Golden Will], and you lack [Heart of Darkness]." In the wilderness, a voice echoed faintly.
The Khajiit commander sounded the voice, and then his whole body trembled. Like a ghost emerging from the pile of corpses, the owner of the voice was a thin white mist, and only the human form could be barely recognized.
"Golden Will...Heart of Darkness...?" the commander repeated in confusion, "With that kind of thing, can we win the war?"
"Seeing that humans are willing to fight to the end with you, and they actually won this war, are you still doubting it?" The fog shadow asked back: "How much do you orcs have to accept from the history of failure?"
Only after learning this lesson can you become enlightened?"
The tiger man didn't answer.
After being silent for a long time, he suddenly made up his mind and asked: "So, how can I have these things you mentioned?"
If we don't have something, we should try to have it, that's all.
"What you don't have, you don't have. That is the [boundary] buried in your body, within your genes, and it is not so easy to break through." Wuying continued: "If you want to have something that you don't have in your genes, you must
Transform all of this at the genetic level. So give up. Your generation cannot do it, but your descendants can. What you can do now is to lie dormant for thousands of years, silently change your own racial disadvantages, and then... again
Attacking humans."
The tiger man was silent for a long time. His eyes showed desire, but at the same time, they also showed fear.
Perhaps, by changing the genes of future generations, the orcs can reverse their disadvantage in the war and ultimately win. But does changing the genes also mean that the nature of the entire orc race has been completely changed? In that case, the orcs
Is he really the original orc?
"This is a difficult decision," he whispered.
"Oh, by the way. You don't have [Heart of Darkness] in your body, so you don't dare to do this." The fog shadow laughed and said: "...It's really ridiculous, you orcs.
You are creatures who are born to only pursue rationality, shrinking in the face of danger and irrationality. You do not have the ambition to pursue the goal at any cost, so you will lose. You will always lose to humans. You will never win.
Even if I tell you the means to reverse everything, you still dare not act because you are afraid of changing the nature of the entire ethnic group. You are so cowardly.
If this continues, you will never win. You will always be defeated by humans, become their slaves, be used like animals, and will always be trampled under the feet of humans. You can only beg for scraps from them and survive."
The Khajiit commander frowned.
"I understand." He sighed: "Just do what you say. It doesn't matter [Golden Will], [Heart of Darkness], it doesn't matter if you change the nature of the race. If that means defeating humans.
Let's do the necessary actions. The survival resources on the earth will only become less and less as time goes by. If this continues, the orcs will have no future anyway and can only become extinct. Just do what you said.
go a head."
Wuying chuckled.
"What needs to be done?" the commander asked.
"Go find [Lion of Dawn]." Wuying said: "That guy has his own ideas. Even if you don't ask him, he will create it - the next generation of orcs with [Golden Spirit].
"
Then the fog disappeared on its own.
One era has passed, and another era has begun. Since that new era, the descendants of the orcs have been mixed with alien species with new characteristics - special beings called [Sons of Freedom]. Their numbers are strictly controlled, in order to
The nature of the entire orc race is not allowed to change. However, they are often sent to the center of the battlefield as a key combat force to influence a battle or even a war.
[The Sons of Liberty] are taboo existences, but the orcs have to rely on them.
Then time continues to flow until modern times——
"Huh!?" As if being stung, Bedivere jumped up from the bed.
Dream? But...
Normally, dreams are an extension of someone’s experience, which should be subjective vision and “first-person”.
But this dream was so strange, as if I was watching everything with God's vision and the "third person". Even the words that the people in the dream did not say were shown in the form of "narration". It was almost like
Someone was observing the Khajiit commander from a distance without being noticed. That person looked at everything coldly and had another set of thoughts in his mind.
That set of ideas was both clear and logical, completely unlike what Bedivere himself should have experienced while dreaming.
So this is indeed not a dream, but someone’s memory? But this is obviously not Bedivere’s own memory. Who does it belong to?
There was a strange feeling surging in the werewolf youth's mind. Ever since the day he participated in the crusade of [Floating Hill Toad], Bedivere had had this strange feeling from time to time, and occasionally felt that he was not himself.
Who is occupying my body? It doesn't seem to be the case. There is no feeling of being occupied, but there is an unpleasant feeling as if someone is constantly monitoring me.
Then occasionally, like now, strange thoughts and memories flow through unconsciously. These memories and thoughts do not belong to Bedivere, and are completely a kind of mental pollution.
Bediwell rubbed his slightly sore head and found that the [Sun God's Sun Disk] on his arm was glowing. The [Sun Disk] and [Yingqi Orb] were connected, maybe it was [Yingqi Orb]
] Are you playing tricks, letting Bediwell see scenery that he shouldn't see, memories that don't belong to him?
Or is it because Bediwell liberated the true power of [Sun Disk] and turned [Sun Disk] into [Moon Disk] during that time, and then it brought sequelae?
Although there were many questions, there was no way to answer them. The werewolf youth simply ignored these questions. He got up and put on his clothes, planning to go to the common room to get some drinks.
The intermittent cry of a baby came from next door. It seemed that Lawrence was still fighting hard to coax little Obert to sleep. The cry of the little tiger was really powerful. The sound insulation of the walls of the Dawn was so good that the cry actually penetrated through.
The wall has reached the captain's cabin.
"Want to help?" Bediwell poked his head in and asked as he passed by.
"No need, boss." Lawrence was coaxing the child in front of the crib and rocking the crib: "When I get sleepy, someone else will take over. The crew of the Dawn are taking turns taking care of little Ober.
Special."
"Are you causing trouble?"
"No, little Obert is so cute, everyone wants to play with him." Lawrence smiled and said, "Isn't it possible that the boss was so disturbed by the crying that he couldn't sleep? He asked Eve to rearrange a nursery.
?"
"No, it's okay." Bedivere actually wanted Obert's room to be closer to the captain's room: "The walls are thick enough, so you can hardly hear the crying. And it's impossible for this child to cry all day long. I'm just because
I couldn't sleep for other reasons and wanted to find something to drink."
"Okay, let me help you make some hot milk~" Lawrence said, "This kid is really good at eating."
"... By the way, where did the hot milk on the ship come from?" These words aroused Bedivere's curiosity.
"Ms. Eve synthesized it, right? Using water and air to synthesize milk powder, and then brew it into hot milk?"
The werewolf youth then made a long face: "How can that kind of thing be nutritious? Let's go to Cairo tomorrow to buy some baby milk powder."
"Okay, I just wanted to buy some diapers for little Obert. The cloth diapers made by Eve seem to be neither breathable nor absorbent. I'm afraid my child will get rashes after using them for a long time."
It feels like it has completely become a daily conversation surrounding children...
"Then, wait for me." Bedivere turned around and wanted to leave.
"By the way," he turned and looked at Lawrence again: "How do you feel about having you take care of a baby after a long time?"
"Hahaha, compared with taking care of my younger brother, it's much less difficult. But little Obert is quite noisy, except for the noise, everything else is fine." Lawrence laughed and said: "A child with such a large lung capacity will definitely become a great person in the future.
."
"It would be great if that was really the case." Bediwell smiled bitterly: "I just hope that this child can grow up healthy. I don't ask for anything else."
Although he has already got the answer - he has already seen the future Obert. The child is very lively, even naughty.
Just as Bedivere's thoughts drifted off track, a strange idea suddenly appeared. Then the werewolf young man looked at his first mate and said involuntarily: "Finally found you, Menis."
Lawrence paused for a moment: "Uh, boss? What did you just say?"
Bedivere also came back to his senses: "Uh? Me? Did I say something?"
The young conjurer tilted his head and looked at the werewolf youth angrily: "Are you too tired, boss? You'd better go and take a rest."
"Okay, okay..." Bedivere scratched his head and walked away.
"Menis..." Lawrence looked at Bedivere's retreating back and said to himself. The little tiger's cry came from the crib next to him, so Lawrence turned his head to coax the child and increased the volume.