Take Taobao with you to another world

Grosso had a bad feeling.

As a famous mercenary who has survived to this day, this is not the first time he has such a hunch. In his mercenary career since his debut, it is this intuition that has saved his life several times.From the moment when more than necessary manpower was sent to deal with the opponent's investigators, he felt that something was wrong, and now this feeling became more and more obvious.

He looked up at the surrounding environment, "Roren?"

"What's the matter?" There was a muffled response from the shadow of the rock.

"Those guys could be in big trouble."

"..." A man with gloomy eyes came out, "I'll go take a look."

Grosso wanted to warn his companions to be cautious, because the situation may be different, but he finally said nothing.To the effect, death, and no one knows that better than Shadowwalker.

The current situation is a bit tricky. Although those low-level mercenaries are expected consumables, the consumption before finding "it" is worthless.The whole group plus the core combat power of only people in their early [-]s is a little bit reluctant to realize the encirclement. The more damage the trap will open, the bigger the gap will be. Unless the two mages have the strength above the middle level, it may be difficult to control the scene.

Grosso turned around and walked towards the gentle but rugged hillside behind him. The rocks falling from the mountain wall hid his companions, and Petain and the two mages were also hidden on it.When Grosso found him, Petain was leaning against a boulder, squinting at the black crowd moving along the only road in the distance. The spies in strange costumes were certainly a headache, at least those The waste was that he was holding back, and he didn't let him pass on the news. Now those survivors are moving faster than expected.

"what happened?"

"It hasn't been resolved yet." Grosso spread his hands.

"It hasn't been resolved yet?" Petain's face darkened, "Isn't there only one foreigner?"

"We're not on a flat battlefield. That guy is very stealthy, and his strength exceeds expectations. I'm not sure if he has more accomplices." Grosso said, "But some guys with weak strength must have died."

Petain straightened up and looked angrily at the boulder forest under his feet which had now turned into an obstacle for himself.

"What's next?" Grosso asked.

"'It' is in those disgusting survivors..." Petain squeezed out his teeth, "No matter what the price is, we must get it back!"

So the question is what do we do next.Grosso knew that Pétain could not offer a better solution for the time being. Now including him, six named mercenaries, two mages of unknown rank, and a dozen ordinary mercenaries were staying nearby. Since Pétain's identity It is "that lord" who is in charge, and his spell strength must not be too bad, and those aliens have confirmed that there is indeed no mage.

Another way may not be able to complete this task... But this kind of thing is obviously not decided by him as a mercenary. The sense of uneasiness is lingering. Grosso resists the anxiety in his heart. What is scary?

Then Grosso sees the brightly colored hair again, the man's appearance clearly overstated for a spy.And now this person is retreating from the opposite forest. The dark uniform he is wearing does not show any injuries, but judging from his movements that are more flexible than the jumping mouse Bobran who is chasing him, those who have been chasing him for such a long time The waste mercenary didn't cause any actual damage to him.

Stronger than expected, and yet he's been forced to expose himself to predators, so it's not too far from the end.Grosso saw the lurking mercenaries raising their crossbows towards him, and Jerbobran also strode after him, slashing at the unarmed man with colored hair, who dodged sideways, and then grabbed Jerbo Wrist, Grosso frowned and watched them start to fight. At this time, several people slowly retreated from the opposite forest.

With their backs to the jerboa wrestling with their opponents, the few mercenaries who retreated step by step to the main road looked like they were facing an enemy. Snake, Dire Wolf, and Evil Blade, these three named mercenaries were fighting together. Under the circumstances, they didn't even dare to take the initiative to attack, and the opponent who could oppress them in this way appeared in the sight of everyone on the hillside later.

Petain tightened his face, "...the bereaved?"

Wearing the same black uniform as the colored-haired man, a young man like a night traveler walked out with steady steps. The long sword he was holding by his side looked a little slender, but filled with a chill that made people feel chilling even at this distance. With a murderous look, the Snakes took another step back.At this time, the Jerboa had already been strangled by the colorful-haired man, but the mercenaries in the same place had no room to support him at all.

Before the jerboa was strangled to death, the mercenaries hidden in the mountain on this side shot three crossbow bolts at the man with colorful hair, and the evil blade also shot.He lunged and raised his sword to stab at his opponent, and at the same time a black figure flashed from behind the survivor youth, and the shadow walker Loren Madeleine swung his dagger.At this time, the jerboa let out a short scream, and the short arrows shot at the man with colorful hair missed one by one, one was dodged, and the other stabbed the jerboa in the thigh.

Crack, Grosso on the hillside wasn't sure if he heard the jerboa's larynx crack, or if the tiny sound was just a broken branch under his feet.

The black-haired young man who was attacked did not even turn his head. When he was about to be stabbed by the shadow walker, he gave up half a step. Lauren stabbed in the air, and the dagger passed directly under the opponent's raised arm. Before he could react, the opponent had turned sideways With his elbows turned backwards, Shadow Walker's chest was sunken after being hit, and he threw up backwards vomiting blood. Almost at the same time, Evil Blade's hand holding the sword fell from his arm.

Grosso took a breath, and the black-haired young man took another step forward. His speed this time was enough for people up and down the hillside to see the whole process. The silver single-sided sharp blade was easily wedged into the skin, as if the hard neck bones of human beings did not It didn't exist, the man crossed his sword flatly, and before he could even scream, Evil Blade's head left his body.

The head that still had a horrified expression rolled twice on the ground, and the blood shot from the neck spurted to the sky, and then dripped onto the white snow. The blade is like snow.The remaining two mercenaries seemed to be frozen, and Grosso could see their fear, as if he saw his own heart.

With no flaws, overwhelming strength and speed, Grosso did not imagine what it would be like if he stood there. Petain, who was standing beside him, stared at what happened below, his face was ashen.

The colored-haired man stood up from the ground, and the distance between that terrifying survivor and the remaining two mercenaries gradually shortened with his unchanged footsteps.A mercenary finally reacted, he raised his arm and threw out the swinging hammer in his hand, the moment he left his hand, he turned and ran, before running a few steps, he was kicked down by the colorful-haired man beside him, and the rest of them frantically The wolf let out a roar and rushed towards the black-haired youth.

The Jedi's outburst of bravery did not allow him to persist longer than others. The black-haired youth passed him by, the long sword in his hand pierced his heart, and pushed him backwards. At the same time, he fell on the colorful hair The head of the mercenary in the man's hand was also turned in a direction that is absolutely impossible according to common sense.

"Ragley!" cried Petain sharply, "seal him!"

The sorcerer who looked at the black-haired young man in surprise came back to his senses. He hurriedly raised his hands, the magic stone ring gleaming under the gloomy sky, "Prison on all sides!"

The black-haired young man who had killed the last enemy shook off the corpse in his hand and stopped walking. The snow was flowing, and the ground raised several gentle slopes, quickly growing into a white wall higher than his shoulders. Petain stretched out a hand, coldly The heat in the cold air gathered out of thin air, and twelve golden fire clusters the size of human heads condensed into groups. The middle-level mage who finally showed his strength spit out the name of the spell, "Fire Ring!"

The fire meteor whizzed downwards, and the vortex of hot air blew his red hair. Petain retracted his hand, and sparks fell between his fingers, "What are you bastards standing there for? Go kill them!"

Grosso gritted his teeth, stepped on a rock, and jumped off too.

Fan Tianlan raised his long legs and kicked his black military boots towards the white wall blocking the opposite side. The snow wall formed by mana condensed in half collapsed with a bang. The fireball brushed his black hair and fell behind him. The moment the flame hit the ground, it immediately rose up. The wall of ice and snow became thinner layer by layer, and the white snow hissed and melted into water, revealing the black land underneath.

No matter how powerful the spell is, it's meaningless if it doesn't hit. Petain frowned, and the ice mage known as Ragley also formed ice balls, the diameter was slightly smaller, and the number was only nine. At the moment he shot , the black-haired young man who stood up straight looked up.

Grosso, who saw that face at the same time, almost stepped into the air, stopped his downward momentum, and hurriedly shrank behind a huge rock, and said the name in fear and shock, "...Arslan!"

The ice puck hit the ground and smashed clouds of snow foam. It still missed the target. The black-haired youth was still advancing along the gap between rocks and trees. The barrier of ice and snow was easily smashed by him, and the ring of fire He was always avoided by him, the lack of tacit cooperation between the two mages could not stop him, and two mercenaries were killed as soon as they met each other, and the remaining mercenaries did not dare to approach him at all. The crossbow arrows fired by Luoluo were cut off by him even in the air.While being reprimanded by Petain to move, the mercenaries gritted their teeth and cursed in a low voice: "I hate you, God of Light! What kind of monster is this!"

A monster that can't even be poisoned by the poison of the Hawker Poirot family.Grosso, who was stuck behind the rock, finally knew where the crisis he had been feeling came from. He already had two titles at a young age. What impressed his peers was not his talent, but the "Warder of the Styx" "The blood and cruelty accumulated under his name.After learning from the gossip that he was framed by his companions and probably died in Celesta, Grosso breathed a sigh of relief, now—damn it turns out that this guy is not dead yet, and he is a survivor!

From his position, only Petain's profile could be seen. Judging from the distorted air around him, the mage might be preparing another attack, but Grosso had already made his decision.

Whether you two or three mages, there is no army I will not follow to die... He bent down, hid in the shadow of the rock, and ran quickly in the other direction with small steps.

The long golden arrow was burning in Petain's hand, ignoring the cowering mercenaries, he slowly raised his hand and made a gesture of drawing the bow in the void.

Takla, who stayed where he was after killing the jerboa, took off the arm-length weapon on his back, which he chose himself after experimenting with all of Yunshen's works. "I've been forgotten? How boring."

"Pegris!"

"Yes." The mage who had been sitting on a rock responded slowly. He folded his hands and raised them in front of him. His fingers pressed together, his thumbs pressed down, and his palms were separated. The black-haired young man approached here at a fast speed, "Nichun, Binxing."

The emerald green plants protruded from under the white snow, and the slender tendrils wrapped around Fan Tianlan's ankles. They climbed from the calf to the neck almost instantly. The feet on his body were as thick as an anaconda, and even his right hand holding the knife was heavily entangled by several green vines.He finally stopped.

Taklaosi was checking the gun in his hand in an orderly manner. He fiddled with the safety, and seemed to have no interest in Fan Tianlan's current situation.

The long golden arrow was aimed at the black-haired young man who was tightly bound but still had a calm expression. When he met those disgusting black eyes, Petain's expression became more and more ruthless, "Go to hell, heretic."

The moment he let go of the false string, Takla, who was holding the gun on his shoulder, also pulled the trigger.

bang bang.

The third explosion echoed in the mountains and valleys, and the survivors and other tribes who were urged to run quickly couldn't help but look up again in the direction of the rising smoke.

"I have already used the magician's weapon... how many enemies are there?" a young man from the survivor asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry about it, just go straight!" Qing Shan said.

Even the corpses lying on the road did not hinder their speed. The bereaved youths at the head dragged the corpses to the side of the road, and kicked the stumps away with their feet. There were more lying on the ground in the forest The figure, with a strong smell of blood coming from both sides, he glanced roughly, and then went back without looking back.

The team walked through this section in silence. The end of the Mobis Valley was just ahead. After passing around a black coniferous forest, the terrain became more and more open. The sound of the river could already be vaguely heard, and some commotion came from behind the team. , Qingshan turned his head, a head of eye-catching colorful hair pierced straight into his field of vision, he looked away, and saw Fan Tianlan's figure behind Takla.

These two captains were not the only ones returning to the team, there was also a brown-haired man with a strong physique and a striking scar on his face. He also had a dagger stuck in his shoulder, his hands were tied behind his back, and his expression was the same as when he saw Fan Tianlan. There is always some fear.

"Captive, he is temporarily useful." This is Fan Tianlan's explanation.

Those who stayed on the river had other jobs to do besides guarding the raft tugboats.The emptied diesel barrels were cut open by them—this kind of deadly labor had already been completed by the survivors when they were still on the tugboat. Then fill in the briquettes brought along with the boat, and stuff the other half with grass and dead branches and burn them thoroughly. The grass ash is mixed with river water to wash thoroughly, pour water, and throw in dried fish and meat, as well as seasonings such as salt and dried ginger. The sawn wooden strips are covered, and the hot soup in a few "pots" has been boiled since early morning. The aroma may not be tempting, but the warmth is not something anyone can resist.

In fact, they even brought bowls.In short, everything is attributed to the magic of the magician.

The young people in charge of the guards began to arrange the queuing. Those who received their hot soup had to walk along the pontoon bridge to the tugboat as soon as possible, and sat down one by one under the guidance of a special person before eating. The people around my clan were cold and tired and had no time to think about it.The line that was divided into four rows was shortened step by step. Takla, who had no time to intervene in his matter, could only squat aside, and after looking around for a while, his eyes fell on a survivor who was queuing up.

Takla stood up and walked over.The bereaved man with a pottery pot on his back turned his face and saw the colorful-haired young man who was definitely not good-looking walking towards him, and he took a step back.

Takla ignored his attitude, the man took a step back and he stepped forward, reaching out to a green hair protruding from the clay pot that should be cooking utensils.But the green hair swayed, and Takla didn't grab it.

"Untie it," Takla said.

The bereaved man couldn't see the abnormality behind him, but he still untied the clay pot from behind, and Takla took it from him and put it on the ground.

He waited for a while, the green hair swayed again, Takla said nothing, the green hair swayed for a while, then rose up, his little fingers held the mouth of the tank, and a half-headed creature carefully emerged with a pair of The color is like the green eyes of new spring leaves.After meeting Takla's eyes, "it" stopped in fear.

Takla stretched out both hands, pinched the small shoulder with three fingers on one side, and lifted the green-haired, green-eyed creature out of the jar.Soft and thin green hair hangs by the long pointed ears. Although the body size is different, this one looks very round in the hands of Takla... At least from the outside, it looks like a child who is less than 3 years old .

"I've never seen anything like yours..."

The big moist green eyes met the long and thin amber eyes.

"Puff Chirp~"

Takla was sprayed with water all over his face.