Part-time BOSS

at the same time--

Thrall, or Go'el, was wolfing down a bowl of cereal.

He has been living in this human hut for two days. From the fear and nervousness at the beginning, to now he is gradually adapting. Guyir has adapted quickly.

But even though he was familiar with everything around him, he still didn't let down his guard.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, no one will compete with you." The old man watched Sal eating and tried to communicate with him, but found that the other party did not respond at all.

He couldn't help but shook his head, "Boy, can you speak?"

Gu'ir had no intention of responding at all and was still immersed in his work.

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."

Guyir 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 the little orc in front of him finally spoke.

"Oh, you are really called a fool? How could someone give a child such a name? Oh, I get it, I guess it's to make a living."

Thrall was confused, but after getting along with each other for the past two days, he already felt that the old man in front of him did not mean any harm. "My parents didn't name me this, but the adventurers in the tribe. They all called me Thrall." Boss..."

The old man couldn't help but shake his head after hearing this, "Those adventurers really don't behave like human beings. How can they bully children like this, and why do they have such a stupid boss? Are they all elementary school students?"

"No, the adventurers are all good people. They speak nicely and are very kind to me. When the tribe retreated, they all volunteered to stay to stop the enemy. They...all died..."

When Sal said this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red. He thought of the adventurers who grilled him and picked fruits for him. He also thought of his dead father and his separated brother and mother.

However, he did not shed tears. Durotan had taught him since he was a child that crying could not solve any problems and would only expose his own weakness.

"They are all those hateful humans. They killed my father, father Saurfang, and my friends. I will one day avenge my father."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that something was wrong. The old man in front of him was also a human being. He hurriedly explained: "You give me food. You are a good person. I will not seek revenge from you."

After hearing this, the old man couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, what you said really doesn't make sense. You orcs went all the way north and killed so many humans. Don't those humans have children? Who should they seek revenge from?"

Sal was stunned when he heard this. He was just a five-year-old child, how could he think of so much.

"That - that's because they are weak, and those who are weak deserve to be bullied."

The old man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed Sal's neck. The huge force almost suffocated Sal.

"You are the weaker one between us now. Do you think I should kill you?"

Sal was so frightened that he froze, and his whole body was stiff, but the old man suddenly laughed again and touched his head with his hand.

"Hahaha, I was teasing you. You are indeed a fool. If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you. Hurry up and eat your food."

When Sal was full and sat in front of the fireplace, the old man and the young fell silent.

"Why don't you kill me?" Thrall finally couldn't help asking.

The old man glanced at him and said, "There's no point in killing you. You're a little brat. You're only at Level 5. You won't lose a hair if you kill me. I'm too lazy to kill you, old man. Of course, the most important thing is my personal life." Morality doesn't allow me to do this. It's too shameful to kill a child, even if it's an orc child."

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 between humans and beasts.

Wild beasts have no morals, because for wild beasts, survival is the most important thing. They use all their efforts to hunt, prey, develop territories, and reproduce offspring.

Only when all the conditions necessary for survival are met? Only beasts can think about justice and evil, noble and despicable..."

The old man's words made Thrall even more confused. The Frostwolf clan has been struggling between life and death. Even when they were in Frostfire Ridge, they faced harsh climate and ferocious beasts. Although he had not experienced the old life, but But I have heard it countless times from the mouths of my tribe.

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 has been fighting all the way and has never had a truly peaceful and prosperous life. Even he, the son of the chief, has to work hard to survive. In his opinion, isn't this normal? ?

"But this is life?" Sal argued.

"No, that's not called life. You are just living. There is no essential difference from beasts. I have learned about the history of you orcs. Everything you do is following the instinct of beasts and making efforts to survive. , 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 purely for fun can it be called "life".

For example, I won't kill you because I don't like killing, although from a survival point of view, killing you before you grow up is the best choice. Have you ever seen a wolf keep a pet?

For another example, the reason why I came to this world is to seek some fun in life, build a hut in the wilderness, go fishing, hunt, and experience the customs and customs of this world.

This world is much more interesting than I imagined. When my son bought me a gaming helmet, I scolded him, saying that he was wasting money and was deceived by advertisements, but don’t tell me, you are actually here. , but it is much better than staying at home all day and waiting to die in reality. "

Sal half understood what the old man said and scratched his head.

The old man didn't mind, smiled slightly, and took out a wooden chess set from the cabinet on the side. This chess set was carved from oak and the workmanship was very rough, but that's what he thought.

"Come on, if 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 after all, he is the future chief of the tribe, and his IQ is still somewhat higher than that of ordinary orcs. With the introduction of the old man, Thrall quickly understood how chess is played, and immediately understood that this was a simulated war.

This actually got him interested.

The old man still has some martial ethics.

"Since this is your first time playing, let me give you a set of chariots, horses and cannons."

As he said that he had taken away the three chess pieces, Sal suddenly felt that he had a great chance of winning. Humans defeated the orcs simply because they had more people. Now that he had more troops than the opponent, wouldn't he be sure to win?

However, it was no surprise that the two of them were going back and forth, and Sal was killed after just a few steps.

"General - you lose." The old man looked very interested and did not feel embarrassed at all for bullying Mengxin.

Thrall was unconvinced. He looked at the chess pieces on the chessboard and said, "I obviously have more soldiers than you, so why is it that only one loses?"

"Your veteran is dead. Does the veteran understand that he is your chief? If the chief dies, then you lose."

Thrall was struck by lightning. So it turned out that it was because his father died that the Frostwolf clan was defeated?

He was very vague about the war that happened before. Because he was too young, no one told him what happened. However, looking at the checkmate game, he suddenly realized something. He touched the chess pieces and imagined these The orc warriors and wolf cavalry on the battlefield imagined their fathers standing majestically in front of the two armies, and then being killed by a monster falling from the sky - the general!

Then the orcs lost the war.

The image in his mind was so real that Thrall shuddered.

"Come again!" Sal said seriously.

After a dozen rounds - "General!"

"Come again!"

This time Thrall lasted more than twenty rounds.

"General!"

"Come again!"

"General!"

"Come again!"

"General!"

"Come again!"

The old man continued to play, and his expression gradually became serious. This "idiot" had obviously mastered the rules of the game. He was trying to trade with him based on the number of chess pieces, and even posed some threat to him.

The old man took a few steps and even started to think seriously.

"General!" This time it was Thrall who shouted this.

The old man carefully observed the chess game and determined that there was nothing he could do to save the situation, so he could only push down his boss.

"You win." He said, looking at Thrall in front of him in surprise, thinking that this orc kid was quite talented.

However, he had some doubts. Could this orc child be disguised as a computer program?

After all, they are all NPCs in the game, and their behavioral intelligence is presumably related to computer computing power.

Maybe he looks like a little green-skinned orc, but behind the scenes is actually an alpha dog, so he won't be unjust in losing.

However, he didn't make a conclusion too early. After staying in this world for so long, everything still felt very real to him, and it didn't feel like a game at all.

"Do it again - I won't let you this time."

Thrall played with the chess pieces silently, "Why are heroes (generals) so important?"

“The reason why heroes are important is that they can lead the ethnic group to victory, stand up when the country is in crisis, turn the tide when it is about to happen, support the building when it is about to collapse, and write legends and history...

But the most important thing is that he can make people follow him willingly and unite a bunch of scattered people into an unstoppable organization.

We must know that only organizations can fight against organizations, and only advanced organizations can eliminate backward organizations. Without organizations, all victory will be out of the question, so heroes are so important. "

"Of course, in fact, neither the Frostwolf Clan nor the Kingdom of Alterac is very advanced. A primitive tribe and a feudal kingdom. Haha, it's just a joke at fifty steps. The feudal kingdom can crush the primitive kingdom. Tribe, but once faced with more advanced organizations, it is nothing."

Sal vaguely seemed to realize something, but couldn't explain it clearly for a while. He just felt that he had grasped the key.

He asked in confusion: "Are there other types of organizations besides the human kingdom and the orc tribe?"

"Of course -" The old man became more interested after saying this, and simply stopped playing chess. He took out his pipe and lit it for himself, and took a few beautiful puffs - in reality, he didn't have this enjoyment, one pipe at a time. My wife beats me every time I take out a cigarette.

"Let's just say that when I was young, it was really a battle between heaven and earth..."

As Sal listened to the old man telling those past events, a strange light gradually appeared in his eyes.