Ride and Cut

"Hey, my name is Senid, what's your name?" This wild party was obviously more interested in Hutt than in the lord of Alpine Fort.

"Hurt." The number one honest man in Alpine Fort didn't even know what concealment was, and told him the truth.

"I thought the horse race had been extinct long ago, but I didn't expect you to have such people." Senid, who is strong and agile, jumped forward and fell freely.

"And you still have so much iron." He looked at Hurt's scale armor and scimitar, and said enviously.

Compared with his beggar's outfit, Gao Shanbao is undoubtedly too extravagant.

"The horse tribe? You mean the centaur?" Hurt took off his helmet and frowned slightly. "How could the centaur become extinct? We still have at least a million people."

"Eh? It's not a horse tribe." Senid's eyes fell on Hurt's face, but he suddenly showed a disappointed expression.

Li Cha has been watching with cold eyes. Although he only said a few words, it is enough to reveal a lot of information for a strange contact.

First of all, Senid speaks the common language, there is no doubt about it, although the accent is obviously different from that of Gaoshanbao.

The lingua franca used today has its origins—in the era when the Titans still ruled the world, they were like the fathers and brothers of all other intelligent races, and with great wisdom, they created a language suitable for all races.

It was no easy feat—the elves had thin voices, the orcs had bony throats, the Minotaurs spoke with trembling nasal passages, and the beetles had wing membranes. Their vocal abilities are different from each other, and their respective ranges are also strange. It is almost impossible to teach outsiders the original language unique to the race.

But so many races speak the lingua franca, but there is no trouble.

It is hard to say what purpose the Titans had in promoting this language to all races in that era. And every hundreds of years, through the convenience of being the lord of the world, he tirelessly recalibrates the tone that is slightly out of shape in communication.

But what is certain is that the existence of a lingua franca ensures that the languages ​​spoken by any intelligent race, regardless of whether they are in the south or in the north, can be roughly the same, which effectively promotes the communication of civilizations among various races.

However, since the disappearance of the Titans, no one has the ability to perform language calibration. In the tens of thousands of years since then, the lingua francas of different regions and races have continued to develop independently along their respective trajectories, and today there are great differences. Perhaps if this continues, the lingua franca will soon no longer be "universal".

But the lingua franca spoken by Seined is very close to the pure lingua franca before the division. Because it is too authentic, it will seem strange to modern people.

The reason why Li Cha could hear it was because in the past two years there has been a wave of revival in the aristocratic circle. For a while, the lords and ladies all took pride in speaking pure lingua franca. This matter itself is very boring, but it is a habit of embellishing a style different from that of ordinary people, forcibly showing their nobility.

But being able to bring the lingua franca back a little bit to its original track would be considered a great achievement.

In addition, Li Cha originally thought that this Wilder should be a thorough primitive, which is an easy conclusion to draw after seeing his outfit.

But he actually knows "iron", which is very unusual.

You must know that iron is a material that can basically only be obtained through smelting. Since he knew about iron, it meant that in his living environment, someone must have mastered iron smelting technology. Li Cha couldn't help guessing that there might be a city-state or even a country not far away, which cheered him up a lot.

"What race are you?" Senid looked at Hurt and scratched his head in confusion.

"I told you, it's a centaur."

"Centaur?" The wild forest ranger shook his head, "I...why never heard of it."

"What about half-orcs? Do half-orcs know that? A centaur is a kind of half-orc." Gunther took off his helmet and asked bluntly. He was very familiar with himself, and threw the freshly picked fruit to Senid, completely ignoring that it belonged to someone else in the first place.

"Impossible. There are only three types of half-orcs - saber-toothed cats, mammoths, and giant rhinos. There are no centaurs among them." Senid also greeted Gunther naturally, "You are a vitra berserker."

Everyone in Gaoshanbao looked at each other—the three kinds of half-orcs he mentioned belonged to the famous and powerful race, and they were the top pillars among the half-orcs back then. But the glory only belongs to the past, and now they are collectively extinct.

Besides, Vitra Berserker, that is the old calendar from many years ago, and it has been rotten to the point where not a single bone is left.

The great mountains and rivers have produced talents in large numbers from generation to generation, each leading the way for only a thousand or eight hundred years. When the back waves push the front waves onto the beach, it means that the front waves are completely forgotten. Nowadays, apart from historians turning over old papers, no one will mention them!

"Then you see what race I am."

As the most successful intelligent race at present, human beings have covered every living land.

Senid hesitated for a long while, "Well... the Vitra Berserker who suffers from dwarfism..."

This answer caused a burst of suffocated laughter from the surroundings. Although the height of a human being is naturally not enough compared to a barbarian or a centaur, if you dare to say that the lord of the Alpine Fort has dwarfism, this one in front of you is still a scorpion.

"But I'm not a berserker, I'm just an ordinary human being." Li Cha said seriously.

"It's the same thing. Humans are not Vitra Berserkers, and Vitra Berserkers are not humans." Senid took a mouthful of the fruit, splashing the juice, and said it as a matter of course.

Li Cha stared at his eyes carefully, trying to find traces of a joke, but ended in failure. The sincerity in the other party's eyes is as full as fruit juice. He wondered if this wild cool boy was so muscular, could he be stupid?

It is true that Vitra Berserkers are humans, but humans are not necessarily Vitra Berserkers. There is also a logical relationship between the whole and the part, including and being included.

etc! Suddenly an idea popped into Li Cha's mind, like the first thunder in the chaotic world, illuminating the dark ignorance.

The lord held his chin, and began to think further along with that bit of inspiration—it was obvious that the area where the wild forest ranger lived was isolated from the world, and it was extremely isolated from the world. Otherwise, I can't explain why some people still use such old-fashioned things these days.

The isolated environment sometimes creates miracles isolated from the world.

Could it be that those races that were originally considered extinct, and their last remnants survived, live here, in this isolated land?

For a moment, Li Cha's breathing became hot.