Take Taobao with you to another world

Tumo's death shocked Huckle a lot.

After all, they are different from the tyrannical tribe of Sachel, who descended from the patriarch and could fight at the slightest disagreement, just like the duel form that applied many human customs. Willing to use words, or other more moderate means to solve the problem.The dispute between Tira and Tumo happened so suddenly and too extreme that some people didn't even react when others were preparing for Tumo's funeral, and kept asking people for the process and details.

But for Tyra, he didn't have many options.

He hated Tumo as Tumo hated him.His mother died, his only sister was bullied because of him, and hatred ran through his entire childhood and most of his teenage years, but when he left his hometown, from one friendly or unfriendly tribe to another, with With rich experience, the heavy hatred that made his gloomy personality and extreme behavior gradually lessened, and several deep-seated experiences of surviving near death made him start to think about other things, especially when he knew the existence of "Sorcerer" and saw After the power of the Far East magician.

No matter what reason the magician took him as an apprentice, the longer Tira stayed in the human settlement, the more lucky he felt.The things he came into contact with are not comprehensible to the kind of fools who think that human education is just deception. In this world, apart from the power of nature and the weirdness of gifted people, there are other powerful forces that can drastically change reality, and this This kind of power can be mastered by the vast majority of "ordinary people".

Warlocks stand at their unimaginable pinnacle and open a door for them.

If it was the same as before, Tira's ideas would still be similar to those of his kindred, at least he wouldn't have to pay such a high price and use such a drastic way to deal with the dangerous tendencies shown by Tumo and the others.He can find out who showed signs first, and who provoked Tumo, that extreme and gloomy idiot. He can convince most of the tribe with iron-like facts, and isolate those short-sighted or bad-hearted guys. , and then kill and conquer them step by step.After all, the development of human settlements under the leadership of the magician is too fast. Even if some young fox tribes who went to study came back to spread the word, many tribesmen still have a confused and confused impression of humans. Tira can even understand Tumo's stupid words. How did some of the ideas come about.

But the magicians don't have the capital to calculate, and they can't bargain.Even if the tolerance and generosity he showed surpassed any ruler Tira knew, Tira would not take any risk of being abandoned by this lord, after all, the strict order of the human settlement was not only maintained by kindness.And at this time, no matter what Tu Mo really wanted, what he did was already on the position of being hostile to the magician.

Tira, who was leaning on the earthen couch, looked at the long spear lying on her lap.In their language, this weapon is the same as the weapon with a sharp spearhead on a long wooden pole, but its shape is not sharp at all. He touched those smooth and smooth lines with his eyes, feeling the killing intent contained under the steel stern.

It contains such superb skills, but it is a creation purely for killing.

The straw curtain at the door was lifted, and Tira raised her head.

"Father."

Patriarch Aquinas asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling better?"

"It's just a flesh wound. I'll be able to go back in three days at most," Tira said.

Go back... Patriarch Aquinas fell silent.Noticing his manner, Tira asked softly: "Tumo's business—do you blame me, father?"

After a while, the patriarch Aquinas said: "You and he are both adults, and he is even the father of several children. I can't stop you. If I make a mistake, I should not have given up my responsibility to you."

Tira paused, "Actually, I don't really want to kill him."

"I know," Patriarch Aquinas said, "it wasn't you who really wanted his life."

"But I brought them," Tira said. "The widow did it for me, because in their eyes, I was more valuable than Tumo."

"...do you want to be Patriarch then, Tira?" Patriarch Aquinas asked.

"Yes, Father." Tira raised her head without avoiding his gaze, "I need power."

"I am old." Patriarch Aquinas sighed.

"But before I really get the ability to make the tribe stronger, the tribe still needs your maintenance." Tira said, "Tumo is not just your son, the stupid things he said represent the thoughts of some tribesmen, I can't kill them all, and I can't make the Warlock think that Huckle will stand in his way, no matter what he wants to do."

Patriarch Aquinas frowned slightly, "I don't deny the power of that lord, but he is a human talent after all, I can't use the tribe to take any risks, at least I want to know, the magician... really What do you want?"

Ti stretched his hand and rubbed the spear in front of him, "If it's the sorcerer's personal desire, I don't know. But I know his plan."

"What is it?" Patriarch Aquinas asked.

"In the foreseeable future, he will make everything he said come true." Tira said, "He will make his land full of grain, grain piled up in mountains, roads leading in all directions, no matter day or night, light Illuminating every corner where his will reaches, moving steel instead of oxen and horses, weapons and other incredible creations are produced like flowing rivers, and the name of the city he founded will be carried to the edge of the world."

Even though Patriarch Aquinas was exhausted by the recent events, Tira’s description still made him dumbfounded. After a long time, he said with some difficulty, “My lord, what he wants…is a city, or A capital?"

"What does it matter what it is?" said Tira. "If he had achieved all this, he would have been no different from a king with such wealth and land and power."

Patriarch Aquinas did not speak.

"If Scar Nightmare, or even the nobles of the current imperial capital, had such ambitions, I would only think them arrogant." Tira continued, "But it is the sorcerer who planned all of this...the creator of miracles, civilization and transmitter of knowledge, father, you know what that means."

"But he is a human after all..." Patriarch Aquinas said weakly.

"So what?" Tira asked, not questioning, but simply asking.

"Tyra, are you going to do what Tumo... he said," said Chief Aquinas at last, "to make us human beings?"

"Father, do you know what kind of weapon this is?" Tira did not answer his question directly, but picked up the gun and held it in front of Patriarch Aquinas.

Patriarch Aquinas' eyes fell on the gun in front of him.He is completely ignorant of the strange creations made by the sorcerer, but not to mention the smooth and complex appearance of this weapon, there is not a single different shape in the whole batch, which is shown by the heavy and fine workmanship of every detail Just based on the attitude of the personnel escorting these ten weapons, Patriarch Aquinas knew that they might have power beyond his imagination.

"During last year's war, the voodoo shaman of the Ogg tribe had his head smashed by this weapon." Tira said, this is the very definite news he got, "and those who used them to complete this mission, They are two survivors, even in front of this kind of weapon, even the Great Destiny Technique is useless."

Patriarch Aquinas showed an obviously surprised expression.The role of weapons is to kill, no matter what they look like, but just like orcs have nobles and slaves, the Ice Emperor Sword cannot be compared with iron knives. Existence causes fatal damage, this kind of power completely surpasses the level of ordinary weapons, at least there is no such existence in Huckle's hands.If they had one or two things, they would have been able to deter the werewolves in the war back then, not to mention victory, at least they could have resisted the fear caused by the magic wolf... But now let alone humans who have no strength and talent like the survivors can use it, The magician actually sent ten at a time because his men killed another son in order to save the other!

"We, can we also use this weapon?" Patriarch Aquinas held the gun tightly and asked in surprise.

"Using them requires skill and training, but no more difficult than learning to use a bow and arrow," Tira said.

"In this case..." Patriarch Aquinas looked slightly relaxed.

"It's a choice given to us by the Warlock," Tira said. "It's not just because he's generous enough to create such weapons, and even give them to us with indifference. We don't give away swords that kill us." Handed into the hands of an adversary, it does not make a would-be enemy powerful, unless we are very sure that even then there is no threat. The sorcerer can create, as well as control and destroy what he creates."

Patriarch Aquinas fell silent again.

Tira looked at him and asked, "Father, what is the most important thing to the tribe?"

As the head of the clan, Aquinas certainly knew, but the answers of the young people were always different from his.

"We are united to fight against natural disasters, hunger and enemy invasion. We instinctively desire power and possess what we can possess. As the magician said, everything we do is to make ourselves and others better. Let’s survive.” Tira said, “However, if we only live for the sake of survival, we are better than beasts. There is never any benefit in this world without paying the price. There is no doubt about the power of the magician. If we just doubt He will never stop for us. Under such a huge shadow, if we don't choose to cling, Huckle will be like a weed under the shade, and he can only crawl on his deathbed..."

"If there is, Tira," Patriarch Aquinas murmured, "if that magician..."

"What else, Father?" Tira asked softly. "Do we really have other options?"

Patriarch Aquinas closed his eyes, and the leader of the human colony did not threaten with a word, but what Tira said, and even what the child thought, was what the gifted man wanted.It’s not that he’s not fascinated by the future in that description. After seeing the speed of development of human settlements and their ability to create, he also had thoughts like “If only we could…”, but the thoughts were just thoughts, As long as he thought of the war last year and the impression he had of the sorcerer from only a few contacts, he felt doubt and fear.It's not because the power displayed by the magician is too strong. The strength of the power gifted is far above ordinary people. I have heard of many legendary Aquinas patriarchs who are not so timid, but the magician is not just powerful .

Tira was still too young, so young that he hardly knew fear. He didn't understand Patriarch Aquinas' unspeakable uneasiness and bewilderment, or that the passion in his heart was burning so fiercely that there was no room for procrastination. His determination to bet on the whole of Huckle was too firm, and Patriarch Aquinas couldn't find another option that could be slightly countered.

Four days later, Tira, who had just recovered from his injuries, took a group of young foxes selected for him by the patriarch Aquinas on the road back to the settlement. In addition to two hundred good horses, they brought over two hundred good horses, as well as gifts from the settlement. The whole batch of guns and ammunition to go.

The people who greeted them were not surprised by this. After a short rest, Tira received the notice to hand over her duties.

"I'm going to the military camp?" He looked up at the messenger who brought the notice and explained it to him who hadn't really mastered the magician's writing.

"Yes." The other party said, "As Huckle's representative, if you have questions or other opinions about this arrangement, you can go up..."

"No." Tyra interrupted him, "I have no objection at all."

A day later, he took two hundred of his family members who had passed the age and physique inspections and set foot on the road to the new camp. There were already people waiting at the gate of the vast field surrounded by low walls. It was a young man who was almost as young as Tira. The survivors of the family, wearing the captain's armband.The medium-sized black-haired captain looked at the group of young orcs, first narrowed his eyes, and then laughed.

"Glad you're here," he said. "We're pressed for time, and you better get used to it."