Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 46 Hatred
"What's so bad about human cities?" The dwarf Gerbold interjected, weighing the beer glass in his hand, "In my opinion, life in human cities is not bad."

"Yeah, it's not a bad life." Broto wiped his nose with his sleeve, looked at the dwarf, and said angrily:
"Even if Te Niang lives in a slum with extremely poor living conditions and public security, it doesn't matter, right? Even if you look at the sign in the quarantine area every day that says 'non-human races and dogs are not allowed!"'Non-human races go back Quarantine!' Doesn't matter, does it?"

Brian nodded deeply. In the northern part of Asno Continent, the exclusion of non-human races is not as serious as imagined, but it is different in the south, where non-human races suffer from discrimination and oppression by humans. .

"Then what's the matter." The dwarf Ge Erbao didn't even bother to look at the dwarf who was so angry that he almost jumped up, and said lightly:
"As long as I am not assimilated by humans, as long as I can live with my fellow man, it doesn't matter where I live."

"Besides... our dwarves have no future for a long time. What is the future? The future..." Galbao drank the beer he weighed for a long time, and looked at the dwarf with the slightly dull eyes hidden in the hood , and suddenly said with a little interest:
"Forget it, let's talk about the future, Broto, don't you feel it? Recently, we have more and more orders. This is not a good sign. We may be like that one day." If we are caught like elves, then our future will be..."

"Go to the gallows! Go to the gallows!" The crow on the dwarf's shoulder flapped its wings and screamed excitedly: "Burn to ashes! Burn to ashes!"

Just when everyone was wondering what the crow's second sentence meant, Brian was the first to notice a flame bursting into the sky under the oak tree.

Apparently, the two soldiers were meticulously carrying out the order Artes left before leaving, and now there was only one last step left.

The two soldiers threw the torches on the dry wood. In the thicker smoke, they covered their mouths and noses with their hands while retreating quickly.

Everyone also focused their eyes on the burning flames.

The firewood hissed and burst, and glowing embers rose from the smoke and floated towards the blue sky. The scorching flames instantly submerged the five corpses stacked together, and the blood-stained clothes on the corpses were the first to be ignited. There were wisps of gray smoke.

Despite this, Brian could still clearly see the hideous face through the red firelight, and even saw a slender thigh slipping from the broken dry wood.

On his legs, he wore a pair of tattered, knee-length boots with lace commonly used by elves on the bottom, and many iron buckles on the upper.

In the blink of an eye, the boots were once again submerged in the rising flames.

Brian kicked away a stone on the ground, took two steps forward, endured the pungent smell, closed his eyes and mourned for a few seconds, and then turned to leave.

The bearded dwarf Broto, who was flushed by the flames, spat on the ground, curled his lips again, and took a gulp of beer.

The dwarf Gerber unconsciously stroked the crow's bright black feathers, his expression hidden in the hood looked a little dull.

Mario used a low and inaudible voice, humming a mournful note of the elves.

"Who is here to make a claim!" Duke Swift looked coldly at the two soldiers who came over, and asked, "Who told you to burn it!"

"Your Excellency, Master Artes ordered it." The soldier replied boldly.

"Artes? When did he come?" The Duke frowned, and immediately ordered the soldiers: "Now I order you to put out the fire quickly, and hang it on the tree again."

"Yes!" The two soldiers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Brian was about to leave when he suddenly found that Artus, who was rushing over in a hurry, had rushed to the Duke's side and persuaded him in a hurried tone:

"Father, they are all dead, so please give these dead the most basic respect."

"Respect?" Duke Swett snorted coldly, his surprisingly pale golden pupils jumped into flames of anger in the firelight, he pointed at a soldier with a bandage on his head, and said, "You! Come here , tell our young master Artus what respect is."

Hearing this, the soldiers quickly walked over.

He first saluted Duke Swift, and then said sharply to Artes: "Master Artes, you sympathize with elves because you have been kind since you were a child, which is understandable, but in my opinion, you What is the difference between their words and deeds and these elves?
Dear Master Artes, in Thorn Castle, today or tomorrow, the flames of war can be ignited at any time, and in a war, anything can happen.What do you think will happen if the elves beat us?let me tell you:
Elven rangers would rush out of the forest, and those who lived in the city - the 'loyal non-human race' - would immediately join them with weapons and equipment, and even those usually bold dwarves and friendly halflings would assist the elves, bringing One by one, we human beings are disembowelled.

They will burn our villages, slaughter fleeing farmers, pierce woodcutters with arrows, and chop tarmakers with machetes in beech forests.Master Astor, may I ask, did these civilians do something wrong again?Are their lives respected? "

Brian stopped and stood there watching with cold eyes, because he had already guessed what words could be said from the other party's mouth.

However, he couldn't help but feel a little better towards this naive and naive Artes.

"But they are already dead, and they have paid the price for their own deaths. What's the point of hanging their bodies here?" Artes looked at Duke Swift and said without showing any weakness:
"Father, so you want an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood? But do you know that blood will only bring more blood, blood like the sea. Do you want the whole world to be vengeful?" Is it drowned in blood?"

"Yes, that's what I hope! Because I know what the elves are afraid of." Duke Sweet responded coldly to Artus:

"What they are afraid of is not the moral code you learned in Golden Feather City, nor your so-called preaching on the dignity of life. You have to understand that elves are also afraid of pain, injury, torture, and final death! They were seriously injured , even dogs howl! They writhe on the ground and squawk.

I want to hang their corpses on trees, so that those elves who hide in the dark can watch the blood of their fellow citizens flowing from the veins and arteries, let them see the bones sticking out of the stumps, Watch the entrails pouring from the belly wounds and let them feel the chill of the death that is about to visit!

Only then will they beg: 'Have mercy!I repent of my sins!I'll turn over a new leaf, I swear!Please save me, don't let me die like this! 'That's the way to fight them! "

"You are speaking out of anger, revenge out of anger! You have been brooding over my elder brother's death from the beginning to the end, right?" Artes snarled at Duke Swift:

"You will only make the hatred deeper and deeper, but this does not mean that it will change your evil nature. Your extreme hatred is killing yourself!"

"Enough! Artus!" Duke Swift roared, "Don't forget, I'm not dead yet! I don't need you to teach me how to do things. When I killed the first elf, your mother was still alive." Just a childish shepherdess, you think you are..."

Brian did not continue to listen to the father and son's argument, nor was he interested in knowing what the final outcome was.

At this time, he had already left and was seeing off Brotto and his party on the avenue.

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(End of this chapter)