Take Taobao with you to another world

"They're gone."

As the breeze blew across the green mountains, the young man standing on the ridge whispered.His gorgeous clothes complemented his bright blond hair, which was more suitable for his pale gray-blue eyes than his deliberately dyed red hair in the past, and his fair, almost pale complexion also showed that His blue-blood noble blood, although it is almost meaningless in this pure orc country.

"My mage, what do you think..." He laughed, "How many of the scouts Padra sent out this time can come back,"

The black-robed man standing beside him moved a little, raised his hand and lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing the light wheat-colored skin underneath. His face was a bit thin, with brown curly hair hanging down his forehead, and his facial features were recognizable. It has a straight upper face and no obvious regional characteristics. Regardless of the skin color, this face is eye-catching no matter where it appears, because the pair of pupils can only be called heterogeneous.

One side is light gold and the other side is light blue, and the oblong pupils are as black as ink.

The mage looked in the same direction as his master, and responded a moment later with a voice as if vibrating from a magnet: "There is not one left, Your Excellency Coulson."

"But apart from those two demon wolves, don't you feel the aura of more power talents?" Coulson asked.

The mage shook his head, "No."

"But it is said that there is indeed a powerful talent there." Coulson said, "There may even be more than one."

The mage was silent for a while, until the blond nobleman turned his gaze around, and he said, "Unless the opponent's strength exceeds that of the Dharma Saint, or he is just a liar."

"If it is a liar, such a wonderful and sophisticated deception requires more than just intelligence and financial resources. Even if this land is indeed worth setting up such a trap, if someone has used the so-called 'power', you will It's impossible not to smell the scent he left behind." Coulson laughed, "As for the former, 'from the country of the Far East', 'black hair and black eyes', 'fall from the sky', 'powerful and luxurious', and at the same time 'miracle' The Alchemist'..."

"Impossible." The mage said firmly.

"Even if the monarch with the only title can come across the sea, he will not stay in this kind of place." Coulson said, "I heard that almost all the talents with strength in the Far East have been taken into the prison by the Storm Lord, Xie Lan , do you think it is possible for a third Favored One to appear?"

The mage hesitated, "I'm not sure."

The country of the Far East is too far away for the people on their side. It is not only the distance that creates mystery, but also the power.In terms of grading all talented people in this world, Dharma Saints are already at the pinnacle, but the realm of the black-haired king who roamed freely in the Far East is obviously more than that.The existence of Crown Prince Yaga broke the tradition of the reincarnation of the family of the law. Judging from the unremarkable deeds so far, Astaros either protected him too well, or his true power cannot be known. However, except The third Favored One besides this, and possesses a power talent very similar to that of the Storm Lord...

Coulson looked into the distance, "I want to see him."

The mage didn't respond.

Coulson turned his head, looked at him and laughed, "You expect the same, my mage? You should still want to try again. Is there anyone in this world who can answer your doubts."

The mage with different pupils looked into the distance again. His gaze crossed the mountains and woodlands, and the group of orcs running on their mounts, and almost reached the end of the grassland. The huge rushing water blocked his perception that had reached its limit. Can stop at the riverside and look at the blurry opposite bank. In the gray-green thick fog, two bright lights pass through the nothingness of sight and shine brightly in his mind. They are the power radiation of gifted people. Their lives The light is so condensed and powerful that ordinary creatures are as dim as dust compared to them, but other than that, there is nothing else.

At this time in Heckle by the river, Patriarch Aquinas looked at the humans with spears on their backs and marched through the tribe with complex expressions on their faces.

The children and young people of the tribe stood on the side of the road under the wall, looking at the tight queue of humans with nervous and curious eyes. These humans wearing uniform gray-green clothing and striding past were very different from the humans they recognized. They are different, not only in the clothes that cover the whole body tightly, but also in the clothes that are soft and sophisticated at first glance, in the many strange objects they carry behind their backs, around their waists, and tied to their legs, but also in their expressions. .They are tall and strong, with serious faces and focused eyes. The attention of the Hekel orcs is like a slender spider web in the grass, and there is no response.

It didn't take long for the team of more than 100 people to pass through the Fox tribe. Chief Aquinas thought that the convoy to deliver supplies would be next, but from early morning to afternoon, no one came from the direction of Sacher.

The next morning, two werewolves escorted a TigerClan across the bridge.

When he saw the face of the Tiger Clan, Patriarch Aquinas was taken aback. He didn't expect that Ogg was still alive, and apart from being old, he was not much different from the proud Patriarch he had seen a year ago. the difference.What he didn't understand was what the werewolves wanted to do when they brought him here. To execute this former enemy, no matter whether it was a human settlement or Sachel, it was too casual to sacrifice to the battlefield, let alone a magician from the Far East. Afterwards, Sasheer's already declining traditional priests declined even more. They didn't even hold the rituals last year. They wouldn't want to let him go, would they?

But other than excuses, Patriarch Aquinas couldn't ask more about Sacher.

The Hekel tribe has fallen far behind, and the dark green and smooth grassland is full of sight. This wide and fertile horse farm stretches forward until it is connected to the dark shadow of the mountains. The wind carries the raw grass juice and the sweet fragrance of flowers. The smell of the wind blows past, the long grass leaves buried up to the calf are swaying and undulating, and the water-like green is dotted with stars, and there is no trace of the road in this completely beautiful land.

At least he died under such a free and wide sky.

Ogg stopped in his tracks, raised his head, looked at the clear spring sky, and then cast his gaze far ahead.There is a powerful army, like a huge and heavy predator, slowly walking towards this place. He can't see the moment when it violently tramples, and he can't see the end of Sacher and mankind, but all of this will be brought underground by the abundant blood , Let him drink freely.The werewolf behind him gave him a push, and Ogg didn't look back.

"Enough, here it is."

The two werewolves exchanged glances, "Forget it here." Then one of them pulled out the saber from his waist and walked behind Ogg.

The wind moved like waves, covering up the whistling of the knife light.

It also almost covered up the soft sound of footsteps passing through - the leader of the third investigation team raised his head, and made a vicious gesture towards the young subordinate who was trotting back to the hiding place with a bow and trot, and the brown-skinned and white-haired youth rushed in. The temporary camp was camouflaged with stones and branches, and the hat made of mixed grass leaves and branches was almost ticked off. The team leader punched him, "Did you throw away the things we trained together with the brain?"

The young scouts, who did not know how many unqualified actions they made along the way, could not restrain their eagerness, "Team leader! I found a lot of them!"

The team leader, who didn't have enough experience to go anywhere, almost got excited along with him. After silently counting to ten in his head, he said, "What about you? Did they find it?"

"If they were to be seen, they would have chased him long ago..." the brown-skinned young man whispered, touching the place where he was beaten just now, he only felt pain now.

The group leader told him to shut up, and then he listened intently to the movement in the forest. The strong wind from the field shook the treetops, and the bright and green leaves rubbed against each other. It seemed that only There were bursts of ups and downs, crashing, crashing... The group leader leaned down and put his ears on the ground.The brown-skinned young man looked at him nervously. After a while, the team leader straightened up, glared at him, and said in a low voice, "You are lucky!" He turned to look at the other team members, "Everyone is ready, they are heading in this direction coming!"

The brown-skinned young man also quickly untied his rifle, found a place to squat down and put the muzzle up, and corrected the camouflage on his head. Just when his head popped out a little, he was almost scared by a slap from behind. throw out.The team leader held back his anger and pulled him back by his collar, pressed him down, and almost put his posture in the right position with his hands, and adjusted the gauge before turning to look at the other team members.

He himself is not very qualified for the position of team leader, why did the team leader push such a guy over here!Is it because this guy has never been lucky?

Some team members couldn't help laughing at them. No matter what they thought about that rash companion, the tension of their first battle finally subsided a little.The brown-skinned young man crouched in the corner and did not dare to move any more. The others also waited intently, quietly watching the winding path behind the trees.There is more than one way to go from the camp of the orc army to Hekel, but no matter which direction the orc scouts come from, this part of the buffer terrain connecting the grassland is what they must pass through.

It's not just a reconnaissance team squatting here, an additional reconnaissance team has been sent to the settlement to completely stop these spies.

In addition to the ten people arranged by the group leader on both sides of the road, there was another group that climbed up a tree, using thick leaves and swaying sounds to hide its body. The group did not contact them because he heard several birdsongs in the forest. , his companions are here and ready.

The waiting time is always long, the sun falls on the people through the gaps in the forest, the weather is mild and comfortable, but everyone's forehead is slightly sweaty.Excitement, excitement, fear, and anticipation, this is the first battle their team has encountered since its establishment. No matter how much training they usually have, there are always some emotions that cannot be avoided.The brown-skinned young man couldn't help but adjusted his posture slightly. The team leader beside him tensed up. The young man thought he had made a mistake again, so he looked over nervously, but the team leader's eyes were not on him, but a Staring right at the end of the path, a moment later, the sound of hooves came from the wind.

The figures of the orcs finally appeared in sight.

The same mount, with long legs and high forehead, and shiny reddish-brown fur, is a good horse at a glance. There are far more than one race of orcs sitting on the saddle and holding the rein, tiger people, leopard people, and werewolves, but the number The fox clan was the most numerous. Their hair color was blue-gray, and their expressions were alert. There were more than thirty of them, accounting for at least a quarter of the total number of orc scouts confirmed by intelligence.

Twenty vs. 49.

One, two, three... The orcs passing through the forest road rode forward as if unaware, but all the ambushes were beyond the range of ordinary short arrows. The group leader narrowed his eyes, put his finger on the trigger, Watching half the orcs slowly pass by his crosshairs.

It's not enough, let them go deeper, let the burden be tied tighter...

When the last orc was about to enter the range, a strong force suddenly rushed from the side, pushing the group leader completely out of the shooting position. The group leader, who knew who did the good thing without looking, turned his head in surprise and anger, just in time to see the brown-skinned The young man was thrown down by a thin orc. The orc turned his head and met the group leader's eyes. The jackal-like face bared its jagged teeth at him, and a muffled grunt sounded. An orc raised his dagger and stabbed the brown-skinned young man's arm fiercely. The team leader had no time to think more, "Do it!" Skin youth pulled out a short knife to block in front of him, a stream of blood splashed on the team leader's face, with a clang, the team leader knocked the orc off his team member, and the three of them rolled to the ground and wrestled together.

At the same time, gunshots rang out!

A group of orcs on horseback immediately fell down, and the formation became chaotic for a moment. The scouts drew their weapons one after another, dismounted and used their horses to resist the attack from a high place.Then they soon spotted the ambushers in the trees and the woods, reacting extremely quickly, they raised their bows and drew their arrow feathers, but the human bullets reloaded faster.The brass bullets penetrated the leather armor and flesh almost without hindrance. The wailing of the horses was accompanied by the unbelievable howls and screams of the orcs. Even the few orcs who jumped into the hideout paused their movements in panic. , looking left and right, regardless of the human beings with their backs turned away, just a few steps away.

The deafening explosion was still echoing in everyone's ears. The brown-skinned young man stabbed the orc in the neck with some difficulty. The team leader took off the engineering shovel and rushed towards the few orcs who finally responded. The team members who had passed two rounds of bullets also turned around at this time. The team leader took off half of the jackal's face with a shovel, and cut off the other's arm. The other team members were not so fierce, but they had an advantage in numbers. , and quickly cleaned up these orcs.

The group from the tree also climbed down and went to the road to clean up the battlefield.They were not sure of killing them all, so they were very careful when searching, and they also found seven or eight people who were still alive, and dragged these people aside.The group leader looked at their injuries one by one, and then squatted down in front of several severely injured orcs who were too serious to move easily. After whispering a few words, he stretched out his hand and wrung the necks of those seriously injured orcs who were awake or unconscious. .

The two investigation teams joined together to dispose of the corpse. Even if Lin Jian's team was injured due to the sneak attack, their overall losses could only be considered slight, but after-the-fact self-examination is always indispensable.

"Too careless." The group leader of the forest group shook his head and said, the brown-skinned young man behind him lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

"I didn't expect them to come from behind." The team leader of the tree group said, "We are also taking risks on the tree, and in terms of vision, we are much better than you. A warning sign..."

The leader of the forest team sighed, "I'm going back to make a report."

"We will remember this lesson, so we won't do this again next time." Another team leader said, "But these prisoners cannot stay here."

"Then send them back." The leader of the forest team said, and then he turned his head and looked behind him.

Ogg looked behind him with a look of surprise. The hemp rope binding his hands broke into several pieces and fell into the grass, and a small bundle was thrown into his arms.

"Okay, go away," said the werewolf.

"……what?"

"You think we're going to kill you?" Another werewolf looked at him mockingly. "The patriarch said no, he just needs you to get out of our territory. A lost dog, go wherever you like."

Then they turned and left, leaving Ogg standing motionless in the wind.

After a long time, Ogg slowly turned to the front. His mind was still a little confused, and he didn't know whether he should go forward... The Far East magician handed him over to Scar, and Scar just turned him over like this. Let it go?He is the patriarch of the Northeast clan, he is still alive, his tribe still exists, he still has appeal to his people, his hatred for werewolves and humans will never disappear, but they let him go like this?

He lowered his head, opened the package, and there was only a piece of hard biscuit and a dagger that he knew at first glance.

They gave him back the weapon?

The wind brought the smell of humans and blood. Ogg raised his head, and a group of people were walking in this direction. As they approached, Ogg recognized the identities of those humans, because the troops organized by the human settlements were all wearing In similar attire, the brown-skinned and white-haired young man walking in the front was injured, while the other humans seemed to be unharmed, and those who were firmly tied together by ropes between them were all strong orcs.

Ogg stood where he was. He had already noticed that his humans had sent someone over and asked a few words. Ogg replied in a daze. Even he didn't know what he answered. The humans had already left him behind and continued walk forward.