Part-Time BOSS Chapter 302: Boss Sal

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Thal, or Goyle, was wolfing down a bowl of porridge.

He has lived in this human hut for two days. From the fear and nervousness at the beginning, to the gradual adaptation now, Gouel adapts very quickly.

But even though he was already familiar with everything around him, he still did not let go of his guard.

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

I couldn't help shaking my head, "Boy, can you talk?"

Guyle didn't respond in the slightest, and still buried himself in cooking.

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."

Guyle suddenly stopped, and he looked at the old man in surprise: "How do you know my name is Thrall?"

Seeing that the little orc in front of him finally spoke, the old man couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Oh, you are really a fool? How could someone name such a child, oh, I get it, I guess it's for the sake of making a living."

Saar was confused, but after these two days of getting along, he already felt that the old man in front of him was not malicious, "My parents didn't call this up to me, it was the adventurers in the tribe, they all care about me Call him Boss Sal..."

The old man couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this, "Those adventurers are really not human. How can they bully children like this? Are they all elementary school students?"

"No, the adventurers are all good people. They speak nicely and treat me very well. When the tribe retreated, they all voluntarily stayed to stop the enemy. They... all died...."

When Thrall said this, his eyes turned red, thinking of the adventurers who grilled meat for him and picked fruits for him, he also thought of his dead father and lost brother and mother.

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

"It's all those hateful humans. They killed my father, Saurfang, and my friends. One day I will avenge my father."

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

The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Hehe, what you said is really unreasonable. You orcs have killed so many humans all the way north. Don't those humans have children? Who should they seek revenge for?"

Sar was taken aback when he heard this. He was only a five-year-old kid, so how could he think so much.

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

The old man's eyes suddenly became cold, he grabbed Sal's neck, and the huge force made him almost suffocate.

"Now you are the weak one between the two of us, do you think I should kill you?"

Saar was frightened and stiffened, but the old man suddenly laughed again and touched his head with his hand,

"Hahaha, I am teasing you, you are really a fool, if I want to kill you, I will kill you, hurry up and eat your food."

When Thrall was full and sat in front of the fireplace, the old and the young fell into silence.

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

The old man glanced at him, "It's no good for me to kill you, you little brat is only level five, and you won't lose a hair even if you kill it, I don't want to kill you, old man, of course, the most important thing is My personal morality does not allow me to do this, killing a child or something is too tasteless, even if it is an orc child."

Thal 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.

Beasts have no morals, because for them, survival is the most important thing. They use all their strength to hunt, prey, develop territory, and reproduce.

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

The old man's words made Thrall even more confused. The Frostwolf clan has always been struggling between life and death. life, but heard it countless times from the mouths of the clansmen.

Afterwards, with the outbreak of the fel energy crisis and the decline of Draenor, the life of the orcs became even more difficult.

After coming to the new world, the Frostwolf clan fought all the way and never had a truly peaceful and prosperous life. Even he, the son of the chief, had to work hard to survive. In his opinion, this is not normal thing?

"But this is life?" Thrall argued.

"No, your life is not called life, you are just alive, there is no essential difference from beasts, I have learned about the history of your beastmen, all you are doing is following the instinct of beasts, doing it for survival No matter how much effort you put in, whether it is the pursuit of power, or fighting and killing.

Only when what you do has nothing to do with survival, and is purely for fun, can it be called "life".

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

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

This world is much more interesting than I imagined. When my son bought me a game helmet, I scolded him, saying he wasted money and was fooled by advertisements, but don’t tell me, Really coming here is much better than staying at home all day waiting to die in reality. "

What the old man said made Thrall half-understandable, scratching his head.

The old man didn't mind either, he smiled slightly, and took out a pair of carved wooden chess pieces from the cabinet beside him.

"Come on, it's okay to be idle, let me have a plate."

"What is this?"

"Chess!" The old man said another word that Sal didn't understand.

However, he is the future chief of the tribe, and his IQ is still higher than that of ordinary orcs. With the introduction of the old man, Thrall quickly understood how to play chess, and immediately understood that this is a simulated war. .

That's what got him interested.

The old man still talks about martial arts.

"Since you are playing for the first time, let me give you a set of horses and guns."

Speaking of taking away the three chess pieces, Sarton felt that he had a great chance of winning. Humans defeated the orcs because they had more people. Now that they have more troops than the opponent, wouldn't they be sure to win?

Unsurprisingly, the two came and went, and Thrall was checked to death after only a few steps.

"General—you lost." The old man looked very interested, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all because he was bullying Mengxin.

Saar was not convinced, he looked at the pieces on the chessboard, "My soldiers are obviously more than yours, so whoever loses?"

"Your veteran is dead. Does the veteran understand—it is your great chief. If the great chief dies, you will lose."

If Thrall was struck by lightning, 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. I imagined that these were the orc warriors and wolf cavalry on the battlefield, and imagined my father standing majestically in front of the two armies, and then was killed by a monster that fell from the sky-the general!

Then the orcs lost the war.

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

"Come again!" Thrall said seriously.

After a dozen rounds - "General!"

"Again!"

This time Thrall persisted for more than 20 rounds.

"General!"

"Again!"

"General!"

"Again!"

"General!"

"Again!"

As the old man played, his expression gradually became serious. This 'fool' had obviously mastered the rules of the game, relying on how many chess pieces he desperately wanted to exchange with him, and even posed some threats to him.

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

"General!" It was Thrall who shouted this time.

The old man carefully observed the chess game and was sure that he was powerless, so he could only overthrow his old man.

"You won." He said, looking at Thrall in surprise, thinking that this orc kid is quite talented.

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

After all, they are all NPCs in the game, and their behavior intelligence is probably related to the computing power of the computer.

Maybe it looks like a little green-skinned orc, but it's actually an alpha dog behind it, so I won't be wronged if I lose.

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

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

Thal played with the chess pieces silently, "Why is the hero (general) so important?"

"The reason why heroes are important is that heroes can lead the ethnic group to victory, stand up when the country is in crisis, turn the tide, support the building and the general, and write legends and history...

But the most important thing is to be able to make people follow him willingly, to unite a group of scattered people into an unstoppable organization.

We must know that only the organization can fight against the organization, and only the advanced organization can eliminate the backward organization. Without the organization, all victories will be impossible to talk about, so heroes are so important. "

"Of course~IndoMTL.com~ In fact, neither the Frostwolf Clan nor the Alterac Kingdom are considered advanced. A primitive tribe and a feudal kingdom, hehe, it's just a joke. , feudal kingdoms can crush primitive tribes, but once they face more advanced organizations, they are nothing."

Saar seemed to have realized something faintly, but he couldn't explain clearly for a while, but he just felt that he had grasped the key point.

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

"Of course there is—" the old man became interested when he said this, and he stopped playing chess at all. Every time I take out a cigarette, my wife beats me.

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

Saar listened to the old man's recounting of those past events, and a strange light gradually appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)