Ride and Cut

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

"Hutt." The honest man at Gaoshan Fort didn't even know what concealment was, so he told him the truth.

"I thought the horse race would be extinct a long time ago. I didn't expect you to have so many people." The sturdy Senid acted very agilely. He jumped forward and fell freely, clutching branches in midair. , Just stand on the ground steadily.

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

Compared with his beggar outfit, Alpine Fort is undoubtedly too extravagant.

"Horse? You mean centaur?" Hutt took off his helmet and frowned slightly. "How could the centaur become extinct? We have at least millions of people."

"Huh? It's not a horse." Senid's gaze fell on Hutt's face, but he suddenly showed a disappointed expression.

Richard has been watching with cold eyes. Although only a few words, for an unfamiliar contact, it is enough to reveal a lot of information.

First of all, Senid speaks a lingua franca. There is no doubt about it, although the accent is obviously different from that of Alpine Fort.

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

This is by no means an easy task-the elves have a slender voice, the half-orcs have transverse bones in their throats, the Minotaurs tremble in their nasal passages, while the long cows use wing membranes. Their vocal abilities are different from each other, and their respective vocal ranges are also strange. The primitive language unique to the race is almost impossible to teach to outsiders.

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

It is hard to say what purpose the Titans promoted this language to all races in that era. And every few hundred years, through the convenience of being the lord of the world, I take the trouble to recalibrate the tone that is slightly out of shape in the communication.

But what is certain is that the existence of the lingua franca ensures that the language spoken by any intelligent race can be roughly the same regardless of Tiannan or Haibei, which has effectively promoted the exchange of civilizations among various races.

However, since the disappearance of Titans, no one has the ability to perform the task of language calibration. After tens of thousands of years, the lingua franca of different regions and races continued to develop independently along their respective trajectories. Nowadays, there have been great differences. Maybe if this continues, Common Language will no longer be "universal" soon.

But the lingua franca spoken by Senid is very close to the pure lingua franca before the split. Because it is over-authentic, it sounds strange to modern people.

The reason why Richard can tell is because there has been a sudden wave of revival in the aristocratic circles in the past two years. This thing itself is very boring, but it is habitually decorated with a different manner from the common people, forcibly showing its nobleness.

But being able to break the lingua franca back a bit on the original trajectory is also very good.

In addition, Richard originally thought that this wild sect should be a thorough primitive, which is an easy conclusion after reading his outfit.

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

You must know that iron, which is a material, can basically only be obtained through smelting. Now that he knows iron, it means that in his living environment, someone must have mastered iron smelting technology. Richard couldn't help but speculate that there might be a city-state or even a country not far away, which invigorated him a lot.

"What kind of race are you?" Senid looked at Hutt, scratching his head in confusion.

"I said, it's a centaur."

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

"What about a half-orc? Does a half-orc know? A centaur is a kind of half-orc." Gunther took off his helmet and asked straightforwardly. He was quite familiar, and threw the freshly picked fruit to Senid, ignoring that it was originally someone else's.

"Impossible, there are three kinds of half-orcs-saber-toothed tiger, mammoth, and giant rhinoceros. There is no centaur in it." Senid naturally greeted Gunther, "You are Witt Pull the Berserker."

Everyone in Alpine Fort looked at each other-the three kinds of half-orcs he said belonged to the famous and powerful races, and they were the top pillars of the half-orcs back then. But glory belongs only to the past, and now it has disappeared collectively.

Let's talk about the Vitra Berserker, it is the old calendar from many years ago, and it has long been rotten to the point that there is not a single bone left.

It's great that there are many talents coming out of the mountains and rivers, and each leader has only a thousand or eight hundred years. When the back wave pushes the front wave onto the beach, it means that the front wave is completely forgotten. Nowadays, apart from historians looking through the piles of old papers, no one will mention them!

"Then you see what race I am."

As the most successful intelligent race at present, the footsteps of human beings cover every piece of land that can survive.

Senid rarely hesitated for a while, "Um... Vitra Berserker with dwarfism..."

This answer caused a babble of laughter. Although the height of a human being is not enough to look at a barbarian or a centaur, he dare to say that the lord of the mountain fort has dwarfism, and the one in front of him is still a scorpion **** poison.

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

"One thing, humans are not the Vitra Berserkers, and the Vitra Berserkers are not humans." Senid snapped a mouthful of the fruit, the juice splashed, and said naturally.

Richard stared at him carefully and observed ~www.readwn.com~ to try to find traces of some jokes, but ended in failure. The sincerity in the other's eyes is as rich as fruit juice. He wondered if he had such strong muscles in his wild boy, wouldn't he be stupid?

Vitra Berserkers are humans, but humans are not necessarily Vitra Berserkers. There is also a logical relationship between totality and part, inclusion and inclusion.

and many more! Suddenly an idea popped into Richard's mind, like the first thunder in the chaotic world, illuminating the dark ignorance.

Lord Lord held his chin and started to think further down that little inspiration-it was obvious that this wild forest ranger lived in an isolated area, and it was extremely isolated. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why people still use such old-fashioned things these days.

An isolated environment sometimes creates miracles of isolation.

Could the races that were originally considered extinct still have their last veins surviving, living in this isolated land here?

In an instant, Richard's breathing was hot.