enemy god

To Howard,

It's been a long time since I wrote to you last time, and it's a bit rusty to start writing again now.

When I just left you, I saw you as the mountains, you as the stars, and you as the clouds. Even Hillman's broad embrace reminded me of you.But it’s much better now. Although I always mention you when I write letters, I also think of Myron, who was in a hurry and abandoned his arrows. Overcoming thorns and thorns, so I began to learn how not to worry others.I will even think of Sherman who picked me up from the sea of ​​blood, and the countless eyes that were wet and shining because of me when he pulled me up to the altar...so I always put it down Pen, to do something more meaningful.

Hillman said I shouldn't let things pile up like plants in my heart, and that's what I wrote.

After I wrote it, I really felt a lot better, as if something had been lifted from my heart. Although it was still heavy, at least I would not think about it over and over again, and use it to start thinking about it and get into some dead end.

I actually don't know if these letters will be delivered to you, but I know you won't reply to me, not even one, so maybe it doesn't matter if you receive it or not, just let me talk to myself Well... I finally wrote it, and yes, I've been talking to myself, arrogant and disrespectful.That's not funny, Howard.I don't really like this gift you gave me, but I am already me.

The year you occupied was all of my life, and as time went by it began to shrink to half of my life, then a quarter, and one day it became a drop in the ocean... Mine Life is too long to be always you and not all you.

Everything in the world, including the world we live in, is a perfect circle.Connecting end to end, the cycle repeats.You are not the beginning of my composition, but the prayer is, so I will end with the completion of the prayer.

You know most of my things, but there are always some things you don't know.Of course, I won't talk to you about the secret passages and weaknesses that you have exhausted your energy to explore, I will only tell you what I can say except the secrets.

I'm not trying to ridicule you or give you alms, I just hope that you will listen to it unilaterally-maybe it's just self-righteous.I self-righteously hope that you are willing to understand me, the kind of understanding other than surveillance and opportunistic assassination.

In the past few years when I returned to the orcs, I immersed myself in books and stone carvings and studied non-stop.I visited all kinds of ancient ruins, large and small, and started another wandering after leaving you, trying to find the root of peace while expelling my soul.

Maybe I'm still naive because I keep thinking, can't we reconcile?Just like that time: you are a knight, and I am a teenager. Without too many ideas, we overcome obstacles and walk side by side towards a common but vague end.

I didn't listen to persuasion, and I poured all my brains into it. After two years, I really found some methods. Although the probability is low, it is no better than reviving the ashes of the dragon, but since you and I happen to be human and beast respectively I am still optimistic and have a try.But when I walked out of the isolated and peaceful utopia I had created for myself, I saw the earth charred by the flames of war.Everyone's face is full of exhaustion and scars, including your people, but you are full of fighting spirit.

You're a complete war maniac, Howard.You initiated the big and small wars between us, and you are more greedy than your father.If I had believed in the hope of reconciliation before, the moment I saw your eyes, I knew there was no hope.Like an unfished moon broken in water.

Fortunately, Sherman lifted me up, and I finally found my calm and proper posture.

The appearance of High Priest Shillman is close to yours among the orcs, but it looks completely opposite to you.His pointed ears were covered by his long, silvery, slick hair, with only a little tip showing occasionally.His eyes were not burning with flames, it was more like a cold pool, cold and quiet, filled with stardust.

He is gentle, like a river with slowly rising water level, gently supporting me to rise or move forward.Of course you are also very gentle, or you have been gentle, but there are cold chains hidden under the gentleness.He seldom opposes me, unlike your indulgence, he understands me, agrees with me, and treats me seriously.He is really teaching me to fly, encouraging me to fly, instead of only allowing me to jump around in the cage that I have mastered like you do.

He is a true teacher, and his protection will never become a kind of imprisonment.

Sherman has a good temper that is rarely seen among orcs. It is no exaggeration to say that I have never seen him angry, except for one time when the atmosphere was a little strange.

I have mentioned many things about you to Fairman and Myron, but I can’t remember exactly what I mentioned, but if I ask, I will say that there are many details and endless words.There is no unspoken secret between me and you, except that it is in words instead of pen and ink, which is the same as what I frankly wrote in a letter.

At that time we somehow talked about the court dance, which was the first dance you taught me and the first dance I learned, because during the trip you always expected me to attend the dance that your family greeted you.Like swordsmanship, this is also taught me by you. Fortunately, my talent in this is not as bad as swordsmanship-I can dance quite decently.

I found out later that you taught me the women's step. I guess you were trying to trick me into dancing the women's step in public.Myron laughed at me for a long time because of this incident. If I had really participated in the ball, I would be ashamed in my capacity as if I were drawing an inferior and childish picture on the animal flag.

"This is a good reason to declare war." Sherman also said with a smile.On the rare occasion he made a joke, it didn't sound like a joke at all.

Of course, we didn't declare war in the end, because you started the war earlier than us, without saying hello.And we're all used to it.

This letter was written on and off, and the four seasons have been rotated in a blink of an eye.You said you wanted to see the wheat fields turn golden, and I also wanted to see the elf trees rejuvenate.I still keep the branches of the elf tree in my warehouse, but the elves can only be seen in the classics.Humans have perished dwarves and elves one after another... The dragons are barely yours, even though you only crushed the last two almost weathered eggs.

Myths have fallen, legends have died, and the races on this continent have been reduced one by one, until now only humans and the orcs who are closest to humans are left.Is this the final battle?I belatedly realized how dangerous and incredible that experience was.I am the spirit and totem of the orcs, the flag flying on the battlefield, if I still fall into your hands so far, I can even announce the destruction of the orcs and the end of the era of sentient beings in advance.

But I escaped from you, Howard.It's not dying, it's rebirth from the ashes.

I heard you were building a ship.It's weird, and my gut tells me it's not a good thing.

There are few connecting waters between us, and Lake Heraca does not need to be crossed.The only sea area that can be considered vast is also the ruins of the sea monsters, and regardless of the curses they left behind flowing in the sea water, the erratic poisonous fog on the sea surface alone is enough to wipe out your entire army.

I don't know what your idea is, after all, it's not a day or two for you to despise our "feudal superstitions".But on this list, I also kindly remind you of the last sentence-please don't underestimate me, Howard.Even if the surveillance fails, the stars hanging high in the sky are all dead eyes.

Otherwise, I will make you pay for your arrogance.