Take Taobao with you to another world

Meravia's Awakening Diary: On the first day, the Lightning Energy 10/10000, which is better than nothing, turned into a humanoid Lv0; on the second day, I was looking for a way out of the Thunderbird territory, encountered 20+ robbers, and got a coarse cloth suit 75, Some money, no experience; On the third day, I met the second local character, Oranto Bloom (very weak), with a 35 favorability degree, and Roberts Kulahn (super weak), with a self-favorite degree 55, the vigilance degree is [-], the guide's request is successful; on the fourth day, I encountered a roadblock.

"Hand over the mentor's letter, and I can spare you!" The gray-robed man raised his voice, golden powder flickered between his palms, and a red fire snake emerged from it. , and shot out towards Oranto in an instant.

Orlanto immediately waved his staff and unleashed a two-layer fire shield. With almost the same mana, the number and quality of magic stones in his hand were not as good as the opponent's. The arrow pierced through two layers of shields in a row, and the castration was blocked, which was enough for Oranto to dodge in an unsightly manner, and launched a counterattack at the same time.

"The inheritance of the mentor belongs to me! Go back wherever you came from!"

The man in the gray robe swiped his staff in front of him, a wall of fire rose from the wet ground, blocking the white fireballs that followed one by one, the two flames with the mark of the mage collided, and there was a low and muffled explosion sound The gray-robed man's face, which had been mostly destroyed by the fire, became even more sinister. He reached out and grabbed a handful of magic stone powder from the leather pouch on his waist, "Then you go to die!"

"You also save your life!" Orlanto roared, the black-red magic stone inlaid on the top of the staff in his hand began to shine, his lips moved quickly, chanting a lengthy incantation.

As a result of the two middle-level mages fighting hard, the surrounding environment was completely destroyed. The scorching air was intertwined with the cold raindrops, golden flames danced on the forests and bushes lit by the high-temperature flames, and at the same time, thick gray smoke It billowed up, and the figure of the person became blurred in it.

Meravia stood watching the battle, a deflected flame roaring towards him, and vanished into nothingness as soon as it came within a few feet of him.

"He's going to lose this fight," said Meravia.

Roberts, who was squatting on the side, was choked by the smoke and burst into tears, "He, cough, I will help him collect his body if he loses!"

"He's not your relative, won't you help him?" Meravia asked suspiciously.

"I can't help him!" Roberts wiped his nose. He is a male, and his arcane talent has always been mediocre. He is a waste product that has been abandoned by the family. He's such an incomprehensible guy, he'd even run away if it wasn't for the fact that the duel required a credible witness to prove that it was a fair and legal duel to ensure the winner's right to win.The Empire's Mage Association has clear regulations on duels between mid-level and above mages. Although private fighting is inevitable, it involves inheritance and property delivery, and a witness with identity is a must.

"But I don't want him to die like this," said Meravia.

"I think (the nympho) he'll be happy to hear that."

Meravia nodded, "Then I'll make him happier."

Under the astonished eyes of the useless Arcanist, he turned and walked aside, creaking and pulling up a tree that hadn't been set on fire. It was as thick as a grown man's waist, tens of feet tall, with twisted roots. The trunk is straight, the canopy is wide and thick, and the unfallen dark blue leaves are thick and dense. Roberts watched as if in a dream, this silver-haired young man with a not-so-sturdy stature clasped his five fingers into the tree with one hand, like holding a piece of dry wood. He picked up the tree as if, and walked forward.

Orlanto, who was in a mess, struggled to get up from the mud. His opponent was already preparing for the next attack. A distorted smile appeared on the terrifying face with tangled scars, "The waste should not be left in this world to waste resources. Sha Manluo is coming——" He only had his opponent in his eyes, and he didn't have more energy to pay attention to the movement around him. When he realized the shadow in front of him, it was too late.

The wind-blown flames reversed, and Meravia clutched at the trunk and swung lightly, whoosh—and then slap.

Orlanto stared blankly at the gray-robed mage flying high into the distance in a parabola. After a while, he stiffened his neck and turned his gaze away.

The tall and beautiful young man gave him a completely harmless smile, and lightly tossed the striking object beyond human common sense to the side, as if it was just fighting with firewood, "I just think this kind of small battle is a waste of time."

"..." Oranto.

Roberts hugged his head and screamed silently, handsome men are really not good things! !He knows it!

"Can we keep going?" Meravia asked.

Oranto nodded hesitantly.

"Let's go, then," said Meravia cheerfully.

Apparently they had no other choice but to follow.

The Arcanist followed behind with a dejected look, and heard Oranto, who couldn't bear it after all, ask Meravia a question. "Uh...Meravia, your strength is really amazing. Is this born or cultivated?"

What a good question, Roberts thought. Even when he was an apprentice in the imperial capital, he had never heard of any spell or arcane school that had a branch of physical fitness. Knights have related strengthening methods, but if humans can "Strengthened" to the point of being like this being, he's willing to eat his own head.

Oranto was already prepared to be refused an answer, but Melavia answered him very normally as if hearing a common question, "It's natural."

Oranto looked surprised, "Natural?"

Meravia nodded.

"Ordinary people don't have this kind of power." Oranto glanced at his silver hair, which seemed to be stopped by light. This person's color is so light and bright, like the other extreme of that cursed alien race, "Could it be...you Special race?"

Meravia thought for a while, "That's right."

Roberts looked at the two people in amazement, and the next development should be "Then what race are you?" Then this Meravian who didn't know whether it was a human or some kind of powerful creature answered the same, and finally used that With a smile like killing gray-robed Moriah, he said "you know too much" and crushed them to death in this barren mountain... right? !

But Oranto was silent, and after a while, he said sternly, "I won't ask the next question, Meravia, it's actually very wrong for someone who hasn't known you for two days to ask you this kind of question. Appropriate."

Meravia stopped and watched him being watched by his clear eyes. Oranto coughed, his face flushed a little, "You have to know how to protect yourself, although some special races are very powerful, but Those who have evil intentions against you are also very scary, and more importantly, they are very skilled in doing it. For example, the female spider from the family that Roberts belongs to. Her fiancé is such a pervert. Put hearts on puppets to make them move, can exchange human eyes, and use the blood and limbs of various creatures including humans to do various experiments... In short, the name Kental Bolt is farther away. The farther the better."

Meravia looked at him quietly, then smiled, "This is the first time anyone has said that to me."

Orlanto was a little dizzy from his smile, "Also...Although it's embarrassing to let others intervene in your duel, thank you very much for saving my life just now."

Meravia smiled again, "Since you choose to follow me, protecting you at the right time is what a patron should do."

"...What?" Oranto was stunned.

Roberts also felt that he seemed to hear something not very good.

"Following...you? Protector?" asked Oranto.

Meravia also looked at them a little strangely, "Yesterday I called your names and asked if you would follow me to the Shenguang Forest, and you agreed."

At the other end of the rift, the hundreds of years of racial inheritance of the young demons have added this: When a dragon calls your name, you must think carefully before answering. If you encounter a black dragon that is completely harmless, then You can hide as far as you can.Unless it is a high-level demon clan and a few special races, using a name in front of the black dragon lord, whether it is true or not, is no different from an oath of submission-the only black body of the dragon clan in 6000 years, which means that he is a natural overlord who can command the world Most creatures in the world, even he is more terrifying than the black dragon thousands of years ago, because its strength and body are flawless... except maybe the head.

A gentle wind blows through the sea of ​​trees. In the wind and waves of the tree, a young man sitting on the tree lowered his head, with a longbow on his knees. The white bow of Jin Lingmu has an elegant and smooth arc, and the green rhinoceros The bowstring made of his back tendons was tense, and a pot of long arrows from Hongyu was placed beside him.He reached out and took out a long arrow from the quiver, and stood up.

Holding the bow in his left hand, the bow in his right hand, the bow is like a full moon, the arrow is on the string, the treetops are dancing in the wind, and the branches under his feet are also swaying indistinctly, but the young man's arms and fingers seem to be frozen in time, his black pupils are watching Looking at a point in the distance, the quiet atmosphere that enveloped him even the bystanders couldn't help but hold their breath for him.

A red streamer suddenly broke through the wind and went away.

"Tianya." The young man put down his longbow and turned around, "Is there something wrong with the patriarch?"

The girl with honey-colored skin looked at the young man's sword-browed and star-eyed eyes, her usual vivacity was completely gone, with a lovely blush on her cheeks, she leaned against a tree trunk beside her, grabbed the hem of her skirt with her fingers and said softly, "Father, he invites you to come over, Brother Yun Ce."

"Thank you for sending the message. I'm going now." Yun Ce said, leaned over to tidy up, put the quiver on his back, picked up the longbow and walked over.

"Brother Yun Ce, you..." When the young man was about to pass her by, the girl bit her lips and stopped him, "...why don't you want to be the patriarch?"

Yun Ce, who stopped in his tracks, smiled slightly, and reached out to touch the top of her head, "Xingcheng is more suitable than me." After he finished speaking, he turned around, stepped out and jumped to the next branch of the tree, and then walked down like this This tree is ten feet tall and has many branches. Its agility is not inferior to that of elves.The girl's eyes wrapped around his back like cobwebs, but he didn't look back once.

Living in the Shenguang Forest, the survivors also built their residences on trees following the elves' customs. Compared with the elegant and exquisite cities of the elves, the settlements here are in a simple and simple style that is almost completely integrated into nature. The cableway coiled around the giant trunk several feet thick walked upwards, passed by one wooden house, and stopped in front of one that was slightly larger and neater than the others.

"Is it Yun Ce? Come in."

Yun Ce bowed and walked in. The team leader whose hair had completely turned silver sat on the ground, looked up at him, and tapped the pipe in his hand on the iron and wooden bowl beside him, "Sit first, my boss Yes, my neck hurts when I lift it."

"Yes." Yun Ce replied, sitting in front of the patriarch with his knees bent, his back still as straight as a pine.

"Yun Ce, are you in your twenties?"

"23, patriarch."

The patriarch sighed, "My son is at your age, and his grandson can already hold a bow."

Yun Ce remained silent.

"Yunzhong and Yunheng are both families here. You are the third generation, but you refuse to stay like them," said the white-haired patriarch, "Is Tianya not good?"

"Tianya is a good girl, but I can't delay her." Yun Ce said.

"Chuan Guo Yuxi," the patriarch paused, "The descendants over there have already taken it from the western guard."

Yun Ce was stunned at first, and the patriarch said emotionally, "After guarding for more than 100 years, there are only less than 500 people. The situation is dangerous and life is difficult, and the guards are such heavy weapons. It is really hard for them. "

"..." Yun Ce bowed his head in silence.

"Mrs. Yunling's expectation back then has been fulfilled, and then it depends on what 'over there' will do. Restoring the country is not easy. I heard that 'the one' in 'over there' is a young man with ambition and means. It’s different from those lunatics in the Dominion.” The patriarch said, “Yun Ce, you are also a person with your own ideas, where do you want to go?”

Yun Ce shook his head, "I'm not going. My parents and I stayed here to wait for someone." He said, "I want to send that person to the guard."

The team leader was also silent, "...it's been 40 years now."

"There are still ten years before the 50-year limit." Yun Ce looked firm.

At this time, Melavia was comforting two dejected new partners, while at the other end of the continent, Yun Shen put the documents in his hands aside and looked around.

"Now," he said, "let's discuss our first five-year plan."