Chapter 570 [Ten Thousand Years of Faith]

Rohart looked at the "breakfast" in front of him.

This is a green, bowl-shaped leaf, containing a shallow crystal clear liquid, which is said to be fresh dew in the morning.

As for the living habits of the elves, this is their breakfast.

This tent is where the Elf King falls into the snow.

When he was hoisted into the oil pan that day, Rohart thought he was dead. In his opinion, there was no need for the enemy to keep him as a prisoner. What's more, these enemies were not "human beings." Since the beginning of this war, they had not kept any prisoners.

The habit of taking prisoners is that all human beings who are captured will have only one fate in the end: to be killed and become the food rations of these guys.

Rohart is not afraid of death, but he is still a little afraid of becoming the food of these monsters, so what he does most every day is to pray silently to strengthen his faith.

After being unhooked from the oil pan that day, Rohart was actually soaked with sweat. And, to be honest, if he hadn't drank water after being captured, I'm afraid he would have peed on the spot in that scene.

There is nothing shameful about it, it is a normal physiological reaction. It does not mean that he is not brave, but in fact, the so-called "warriors" are not those great and glorious images that have been deliberately beautified. Even brave people, in

They will still be afraid before death, but they have stronger faith to support themselves. This does not mean that the fear disappears, but that the power of faith overwhelms the fear.

But...he is not dead!

Moreover, he has been locked up in the Elf King's tent and is still alive today.

Luoxue's attitude towards him was very strange: on the one hand, Luoxue did not torture him or ask him anything. In fact, compared to his status as a "captive", Rohart received preferential treatment to a certain extent. The Elf King told Rohart,

As long as he is in this tent, he can move around at will, and even look through everything in the tent at will as long as he does not leave the tent. He almost enjoys the treatment of a guest.

Except... what I eat every day is a bit different.

Do these elves seem to not eat meat?

What I drink in the morning is dew, but it comes in different forms, such as rose dew, lily dew... but in the end it is just dew.

At noon, they will eat some strange pancake-like things, which seem to be ground from some kind of plant. And at night... they will make some very refreshing and tender plants and fungi...

Rohart remembered that after he woke up, and until today, these elves did not let him go hungry. But the food sent by the elves really made Rohart feel that he was about to turn into a rabbit and eat grass.

Although the Elf King also said that he could order the orcs to send some meat, Rohart firmly refused this offer (or was it a temptation?)

Because Rohart is very afraid: those orcs will eat any kind of meat, including human flesh! God knows whether the meat they send is from animals, or...

This tent has a certain amount of magic, which Rohart has gradually learned over the past two days.

At this moment, winter has begun to enter in the north of the continent. However, this elf tent looks like a huge mushroom. It is indeed a huge mushroom with magical properties. The umbrella-like edge has been dragged to the

On the ground. A circular handle in the middle supports the roof high.

This is something created by the special magic seeds of the elves. The temperature inside is very comfortable. There is a cold wind blowing outside, but inside, Rohart can't feel the slightest chill.

This huge tent is divided into two rooms, inside and outside. The Elf King seems to live outside, and Luoxue will spend an hour or two every day chatting with Rohart. This kind of chatting situation was just

Luoxue spoke unilaterally, while Rohart either shut up and didn't answer, or cursed or sneered.

But gradually, Rohart was surprised to discover that this elf's patience was ridiculously good. No matter how bad his attitude was, the other person didn't seem to get angry at all. And... Luoxue's knowledge was really amazing!

Luo Xue was very careful about the content of the conversation and never touched on human military affairs. However, Luo Xue talked casually from the astronomy, geography and humanities knowledge of the human Roland Empire to history and culture. The topics were often unconstrained. Think of it.

What to say...

Although Rohart is the son of a carpenter, he has also undergone some cultural studies since he joined the Tulip family's air cavalry regiment. After all, Du Wei believes that qualified officers must not be illiterate. In the Tulip family, there are already

A systematic and prescribed cultural course education has been formed specifically for people at the officer level.

Rohart has been in the northwest for three years, and he is no longer the son of a carpenter who can only write his own name. At least, he has learned well in history. However, when chatting with this elf, he often feels...

…humiliation and shame.

Yes, it is shameful!

This elf talked about the history of the human Roland Empire in a very clear and logical manner, including the history of civilization in that era, the rise and fall of that dynasty, and even the history of the Roland Empire from its founding to the present, some major national policies, the political system of the empire, etc.

When this elf talks about it, he often picks it up and talks about this magnanimity. No matter how much Rohart hates these enemies in his heart, he has to admit that this guy's knowledge is probably far better than when he was in the northwest.

, the teacher who teaches you is much better!

I am afraid that the only people I have ever seen who can rival this elf in terms of knowledge are the Duke of Tulip himself and the chief administrator of the northwest, Philip. In order to vigorously promote the culture of learning among officers, when he was in the northwest, as a

To set an example, Duwei once taught these officers personally, and Philip also taught these officers.

But Duke Tulip is famous in the empire for his erudition! And Lord Philip is often called the prime minister's talent. Moreover, he is also a disciple of the famous scholar Mr. Lan Hai.

The most important thing is... they are all human beings!

But this elf... As an elf, it has such a profound understanding of human civilization. It is obviously not done casually. It must have been studied carefully and with a strong purpose!

Even when they talked about some famous buildings of the Roland Empire, such as the city walls of the Imperial Capital, the famous Magic Guild Hexagram Building in the Imperial Capital, the terracotta-style pillared hall of the Temple of Light, etc., Luoxue even talked about it.

From the origin of this architectural style to its actual historical origins, historical background, etc...

These topics are obviously beyond the comprehension of Rohart, a man who is not well versed in literature.

There are also some splendid poems left by famous poets in human history, those wonderful chapters, magnificent epics, beautiful operas, etc...

It even gave Rohart a slight illusion: Is there anything else in this world that this elf doesn't know?

What made him very angry was that as a human being, when the other elf talked to him about the splendid culture of his nation, he often left him speechless, and even said a lot of things. He either knew only a little about it, or simply didn't understand it.

Never heard of it!

Luoxue could even recite some ancient poems in more than two ancient languages ​​of the Roland continent. Rohart couldn't even understand a single word of these languages.

But...I am a human being! It is just an alien race!!

"I have read your General History of the Continent thirty-one times in total. There are also some versions from different eras, and versions before revision... Well, when I came to your empire last time, I was in some cities in the north.

, and got a lot of books, and I brought back a total of about 4,600 volumes."

Luoxue sat casually in front of Rohart, her expression and tone as if chatting with an old friend: "To be honest, I admire you humans very much. You have indeed created a very splendid civilization."

"Why do you want to study our human civilization so hard?" Rohart said coldly.

"A thousand years ago, Aragorn, the current founding emperor of the Roland Empire, said something: To defeat your enemy, you must first understand your enemy thoroughly. Well, the original saying recorded in the history books should be: Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles."

(If Du Wei were here, he would definitely despise his previous life and plagiarize Sun Tzu's art of war.)

"Hmph. So you have bad intentions. The harder you work to learn from our human civilization, the more vicious your intentions become." Rohart shook his head.

"No. In fact, it's quite the opposite." Luoxue shook his head, with a faint smile on his face: "Rohart, let me tell you a secret, do you want to hear it?"

"It's up to you." Rohart said in a very cold tone: "Of course you will say whatever you want to say, but I won't tell you any of my secrets."

There was a hint of mockery in Luoxue's smile: "To me, you have no secrets, Rohart."

After saying that, Luoxue stood up. With a wave of his hand, the tent door closed silently. Turning his head, the Elf King looked at the human prisoner with a faint tone:

"The more I learn about your human civilization, the more a thought pops up in my mind. Although we are enemies now, as I learn more about your race, I feel more and more that maybe I can defeat you on the battlefield.

Yes, but...it is absolutely impossible to completely defeat mankind, or to exterminate your species."

When it said this, the look in its eyes was very clear and calm.

As the commander-in-chief of the invasion of sinners, Rohart was stunned for a moment when he said such words.

"You still remember what I told you two days ago, right? A long, long time ago, our race was expelled from this continent."

"Well, ten thousand years ago, you were expelled..." Rohart shook his head: "Of course I remember."

Luoxue nodded.

Its subsequent voice had a hint of erraticness...

"When I was born, I was far, far away in the north, beyond your frozen forest, across a huge ice field, then over a high mountain guarded by dragons, and across an endless wasteland. All the way to the north, there

It is the place where I was born. Different from the fertile continent of you humans, it is a barbaric land. There is a lack of water resources there, and the land cannot even be described with words like "barren". If you have been to that place, you will

Understand that if you squat on the ground and grab a handful of soil, you will find that half of your hands are hard gravel. There are also dangerous mountains there, but most of those mountains are made of hard stone, and iron ore is

Extremely rare and rare things. Even the common forests on your continent...we don't have them there. Even if the magic seeds of our elves are planted, they will be scarce.

There are cold winds blowing there all year round. In winter, strong winds fill people's eyes. Even strong orcs cannot go out because the strong wind can blow people directly into the sky. That kind of wind blows every year

About two months.

From the time I was born...or even earlier, from the time our race was first expelled there, food has always been a scarce thing.

In our place, the orcs are very thorough in drying the land. But when the old and frail orcs reach a certain age, they will take the initiative to say goodbye to their families and go into the depths of the wilderness alone. Then they die quietly just to reduce food.

waste!

Also, when a young orc is born, the clan will strictly check the baby's physical condition. If it is unanimously determined that the baby's physical condition is very weak and may not be able to become a strong laborer when he grows up, then the parents must endure the sadness and sadness.

In desperation, kill the frail baby, or... send someone from the tribe to use a broken car from a distance and push it into the depths of the wilderness...

Every autumn... for you humans, it is a festival to celebrate the harvest.

Oh, by the way, you humans also have a major festival called the Harvest Festival. But what you don’t know about us is: Autumn, for us, means: war!

The food harvested every year is very scarce. There is never enough! Therefore, when autumn comes, many tribes and tribes will start wars. In order to seize the winter food, those tribes will fight each other and rob each other's poor hands.

Some food...

But there is no winner in the fight until the end! Because the war reduces a lot of the population, so in the war every autumn, after a large number of people die, the remaining people have enough food to survive the winter.
To be continued...