A hero drinks red without leaving a bottle

Chapter 158 Prologue 2000 million years later, [-] years ago
The town of Blockhouse is the largest town within tens of kilometers of its center. Compared with the surrounding extensive woods, this area with residents stands out like an isolated island in the sea, and it is also independent from the world. .

In this dangerous forest, towns and villages are generally densely distributed. This is mainly because if the distance is not too far, the villages and towns can watch each other. When facing disasters such as animal swarms, everyone We can also help each other.So judging from this common sense, Bunker Town is a complete anomaly.

But considering the residents of Bunker Town, this kind of weirdness seems to be understandable --- there are no elves, no dwarves, and no orcs living here, only a strange creature.

These creatures are taller than dwarves, shorter than elves, and smaller than orcs, but stronger than goblins; they are optimistic and independent in character, and are unwilling to accept the jurisdiction of the four major ground races, because they According to legend, their ancestors drifted here from the other side of the sea of ​​mist on the great [Waka], a kind of big ship. They called themselves [Homer-Sepian Homo Sapien].

The other races on the mainland are collectively referred to as [Homer Homos].

Regarding the origin of the Homer people, the four major races usually scoff at the Homer people's own statement, because there is no record in the world of successfully crossing the Misty Sea --- whether it is those who are strong and can understand the language of Warcraft The elves, or the dwarves who are very good at astronomy and geography, or those iron-headed and bold orcs, have no records of successfully crossing the sea of ​​mist.

The opinion of the scholars of the four major races on the surface is that the Homers may be people of one of the four races—most likely the elves, the result of mutation after exposure to [magic], and it is precisely because of this It is widely accepted that the main settlements of the Homers are built in the territory of the elves - Bunker Town is one such example.

Although most of the Homers live in the country of the elves, the elves and the Homers do not have close friendships—mainly cultural friendships.

Don't get me wrong, wherever the Homers live, they live according to local rules, pay taxes, engage in labor, conduct economic activities, and so on.However, the culture of the Homer people is quite closed, and they have their own system, which can be well reflected in the buildings in the bunker town.

Most of the buildings of the elves are built in the deep forest, more precisely, they are built on the big trees, which is just like what the bards sang: [There are elves above the head, dwarves under the feet, goblins walk everywhere, orcs cry Hoo, ah, run away! ], but the buildings of the Homers stubbornly maintain an independent and weird style:
Bunker Town presents a circular shape as a whole. There are hundreds of houses in the town that are not elegant by elf standards, or too gorgeous by orc standards, and will be criticized by dwarves for not being strong enough.

What, you say goblins?Goblins dig a hole to sleep and don't care about houses.

These houses are surrounded by two rings of wooden walls - the Homers are the only race other than the dwarves who like to use walls, which makes Bunker Town out of place in the elf territory where there is no concept of walls, but these walls are as strong as those of the dwarves. Compared with the old city wall, it looks weak, and there are no those exquisite patterns and mighty crossbow towers, giving people a feeling of [psychological comfort] overall.

There are four gates in the entire bunker town, and each gate is patrolled by armed militia guards.

In the early years, it was said that the guards of the settlements were an honorable profession, but with the changes of the years, the tradition weakened, and many young people who took on the task of guarding believed that their safety depended entirely on the elves around them, and the guards were just for show. There is nothing honorable about a guard of honor.

So when the lookout post at the west gate of Bunker Town issued an alarm, saying that someone was approaching on the road into the town on the west side, Sam Falink was not agitated at all, he just raised a gloomy face impatiently. Holding his spear, he walked to the gate of the town, opened the small window on the door, then picked up the oil lamp, and said lazily to the figure approaching outside the door:

"Who are you, where are you from, and what is your business in Bunker Town?"

Sam speaks Elvish, and the young people of his generation are proud of being able to speak Elvish. The language inherited by the Homer people is being spoken by fewer and fewer people.

"I want to stay in a hotel in the town and leave tomorrow, but it's too late today and I can't continue my journey." The visitor spoke standard Elvish language.

Then, the traveler from the night lifted his hood again, revealing a standard Homer face.

Sam looked at this young Homer who was about his age from the face, and recalled the standard Elvish language the other party just said in his mind, and a kind of likeness suddenly rose in his heart, which also diluted the gloomy expression on his face Quite a lot.

"You're still active outside so late at night," Sam teased, and opened the door, "Why, are you an orc whose strength grows stronger at night? What's your last name?"

The Homer's surname, like a small QR code, hides some additional information:

A Homer's surname usually consists of two parts, such as Sam's surname Falinko, Fal represents the tribe's name when the Homers first came to the mainland, and Inko [ Inko] represents the birthplace of the owner of the name, so among the Homer people, if you say the surname, you can know some of the most basic information about the other party, and maybe you can get a relative by the way.

"Hafthor, William Hafthor," said the man in the gray cloak, smiling back at Sam's kindness as he pushed his way through the open door, "it's a pleasure to be here Meet the settlements of my kind."

"The elves are generous, not so harsh as the orcs," Sam replied.

The members of the Huff tribe living in Thor are only the one living in the orc territory-this is Sam's idea.

"It seems to be true," the man who claimed to be William nodded. "I hope to stay here overnight. I don't know if I can show you the way."

"Go straight ahead, about 800 steps, and you will see the only hotel here," Sam pointed to the distance, "That's the [Sleeping Icaran] hotel run by that old guy from Qiao Nuo, you go That's good."

"Thank you very much." After the traveler nodded his thanks, he started to leave.

At this time, Sam stopped him. The young guard at the city gate looked at the traveler with eyes full of expectation and desire, and said:

"You came all the way from the orcs. It's really a long distance. How is the journey? Isn't it full of exciting adventures?"

"You guessed right."

After speaking, the traveler in the gray cloak smiled at the young guard, put on the hood again, and blended into the dark rainy night without a sound.

Looking at the back that merged into the rainy night, Sam sighed heavily, lamenting that he didn't know when he would be able to go out to take risks, while muttering and cursing that the cold spring rain retreated into the warm duty room.

The gray-robed traveler, who was not much interested in the young guard's contradictory attitude, walked quickly in the light rain, and soon saw his destination - a large town compared to the size of the town. The inn, which occupies about 6 surrounding residential buildings, symbolizes that the warm firelight is seeping out from the cracks in the doors and windows.

Above the arch of the main entrance hangs a large plaque with a picture of a winged beast lying on the ground sleeping, and below this picture is written:

【Sleeping Ecaran, Hotel and Tavern】

The gray-robed traveler walked up to the door and knocked, and immediately a guy with a red nose who was frozen in the chill of early spring came out to greet him. The moment he opened the door, laughter and smoke filled the inside. Some came out.

"Good night, guest, what do you need?"

"I'd like a bed, if possible."

"That's no problem, but it depends on whether you want to live alone or don't mind being with other people, but let's start with it, the spring rain outside is bad enough."

With that said, the clerk greeted the gray-robed traveler into the shop.

"Thank you, what are the options for living together?" the gray-robed man rubbed his hands and asked.

"As much as I'd love to tell you that the options are good, sir, the Homers don't screw the Homers, so I must tell you that the options are bad, and you can only go from dwarves who sleep loudly and don't sleep at all. Choose one of the orcs, not even elves tonight!"

"It seems that I can only live alone, isn't it? Please give me a bed to live in alone." Saying this, the man in gray robe handed over a bright yellow coin to the clerk.

Looking at the exquisite elf gold coin, the man smiled and nodded, saying:

"One gold florin, the rent for one night plus one dinner and breakfast is still left, you go to the room with me first, and I will send you the change money when I deliver the food .”

After speaking, he enthusiastically led the way, led the gray-robed man around the hall, and entered the guest room through the corridor leading to the guest room.

This is a small but comfortable room with a bed, a stove, and a dining table and chairs in front of the stove. The man pointed to the dining table and said:
"You can take a rest first, dinner will come right away, rest after dinner or go to the lobby to have fun, it's up to you, if you have something to do, please just pull the rope."

After finishing speaking, the man gently pulled a rope hanging above the table, and immediately there was a jingle bell and a loud curse following it from a distance:
"Stop urging, it's already being done, you urging little bastard!"

"Please rest well, dinner will be here in a while."

After all, the buddy backed out. Before going out, the buddy took out a handful of powdered stuff from his pocket and lightly sprinkled it into the stove. It looked like it was full of life.

Seeing this scene, the gray-robed man's eyes flickered, and after the man left, he went to the stove and squatted down gently, looking at the empty but still burning stove, his eyes were full of curiosity.

He kept this curious look and sat on the chair, staring at the fire, as if he was thinking about something.

This state has been maintained until the guy pushed the door again and came in.

Hot soup, cold meat, some lumpy food, some fat, and a mug of liquid—this is Orc-style food, the elves don't eat that, it's the innkeeper's sake for kin and gold, It was specially prepared for this orc leader's clan.

"I am interested, thank you." The gray-robed man smiled at the buddy.

Then, from the coins recovered by the man, he pushed out a silver coin with a flower pattern, and pushed it in front of the man.

"Just pull the rope if you need anything." The buddy backed out with a smile on his face.

The door was closed, and the gray-robed man was sitting on a chair. He looked at the things on the table with great interest, poked the meat with his hand for a while, and then hung lightly on the fat that served as root food dipping sauce. Finally, I dipped it in the big glass of liquid like a superficial splash of water, put it in my finger and sucked it.

"This drop has about 375 kilocalories, and this density is too exaggerated." The gray-robed man muttered.

【Don't forget, the knowledge of physics and chemistry in your memory is totally inapplicable here, this is the world after reorganization】——There was such a voice in the man's head.

"And this stove, that handful of powder-like things can keep the flame burning for so long, what's the reason?" the gray-robed man muttered.

[Because those powders are not converted into heat energy at all, the real function of those powders is to open a door and attract the flames from one of the many planes]

"The restaurant guy can open the plane portal to light the fire at will. What the hell is this? Why do they have a lot of wood, and there are so many woods around?"

[Those plants just look like the trees in your memory, but this does not mean that there is chemical energy in their bodies, nor does it mean that the energy can be converted into heat]

"Well, this is really... If I remember correctly, at that time, in Eichenbach, the owner of the hotel filled the fireplace with firewood. What made a series of rules including the chemical reaction of the planet So much has changed in 2500 years...."

[In the world after 2500 years in your memory, the energy released by burning plants has been burned so pitifully, that’s why the boss had to fill a fireplace. As for the key to all this, you will see it in the lobby soon . 】

"Ah……."

Huang Lang in a gray robe snorted coldly, sat down and ate something, then put on his hood again and went to the hall.

The hall was buzzing with people, Huang Lang found a corner to sit down, greeted the buddy, and ordered a cup of bad wine whose calorie contained in a drop was equivalent to an energy bar in memory, while drinking slowly, he stared at the door.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and a Homer girl dressed in an elf-style costume walked in. She said a few words to the man, and the man showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, and then raised his finger to Huang Lang.

The well-dressed girl nodded thoughtfully, and walked towards Huang Lang with her buddy.

【Long time no see, Shuang...】

Huang Lang lowered his head gently, and with trembling hands, gently pulled down the hood, and buried his face in the shadow.

　When Chapter 1 was uploaded, many people complained that the fireplace I wrote was full of firewood, and I couldn’t explain that it was all foreshadowing—that would only invite ridicule, so I had to change it.

　　Now finally write this
　　The loss of subscriptions is quite miserable. If it weren't for the rebound of more than 600 new subscriptions yesterday, I guess my mentality will be hit.

　　Para, don't worry, it's not a sibling drama.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)