Take Taobao with you to another world

Winter is really not a pleasant season.

The weather is harsh, food is scarce, and travel is inconvenient—more than just inconvenience. On cloudy days, the roads are covered with heavy snow, and the sun shines brightly. People and livestock have to stay in the tribe honestly, relying on the cow dung that has accumulated for a summer and autumn. Burn for warmth.There was an open-pit coal mine not too far from the tribe, but after a few werewolves were smoked to death by burning coal in the tent, under the strict prohibition, no one dared to take the risk of courting death just to save that little effort.

For the pharmacist, this winter is especially sad. In addition to worrying about the clansmen living in the area covered by the heavy snow and cold, there are also some problems that existed in the past and are getting worse now.

The light blue flame of charcoal burning softly licks the hanging iron spit, the meat pieces on the spit have changed color, sizzling and emitting bright fat, the aroma of the meat permeates the whole tent, and the meat used by the pharmacist Brushed with horsetail hair, the aroma is subtly altered and intensified to the point of distracting others in the tent.

Four pairs of eyes of different colors turned towards this direction at the same time. The pharmacist's expression was calm, without even raising his head, he drew out the silver knife he carried with him, and inserted the tip of the blade into the scorched meat.

Fingers as clean and white as snow, and a silver knife with soft luster. Although it is a preparatory action for enjoying food, the action of kneeling on the ground, lowering eyebrows and pulling sleeves looks calm and elegant. Looking at the picture with admiration, "Although she is a bit older, it is still very tasty."

The pharmacist missed, and the slender silver knife pierced through the piece of meat, and then he pulled it out expressionlessly, and threw it on the animal skin aside, but Scar, who had been staring at the barbecue for a long time, turned his face away, Frowning and looking at Xiu Moore, "You mean human or flesh?"

Xiu Moore smiled slightly at him, "The meat is also good."

Scar nodded approvingly, "My vision."

The medicine master paused for a moment, and Braland smiled after listening to these subtle conversations. After the ceremony, the injured owner of the magic sword stayed in Sasheer. When the magic sword did not control his body, he saw Softer and more silent than most werewolves.

"..." As a foil, Boss could only silently help the pharmacist pick up the silver knife, wipe off the grease stained on it, and return it to him.

"Bring a wooden tray." The pharmacist said, and then took the grilled meat that was just cooked from the charcoal fire, pulled out the iron spit, and poured the scalding meat pieces together with the dripping hot oil into the large wooden tray.

Boss sent the first plate of barbecue to Xiu Moore, and then it was Scar's turn. He was very dissatisfied with this kind of differential treatment of Sachel's patriarch, "I am the patriarch, why am I not the first? There is still this kind of food. Fa is really unhappy!"

"Your Excellency Bingshan is already 231 years old, of course he should be the first." The pharmacist said coldly, "You don't have to eat in such a motherly way, just bite it."

Scar looked at the chunks of meat the size of his fist on the plate. Although it seemed to be a good size to eat, any hot food would be cold quickly in the cold, but he knew the consequences of directly eating the medicine master's secret fragrant roast meat. , even if the outer layer is cooled, the inside can still burn the werewolf's not-so-delicate tongue and mouth to blisters, so he can only draw out his dagger and cut honestly.

"The portion is too small." Ska, who had killed one piece in two bites, complained again.

"Spice plants are difficult to grow, and you need to pay attention to drying and storing," the pharmacist handed the last plate of barbecue to Boss, "and this winter consumes a lot."

"I don't want to be able to eat meat that only tastes of salt and is fishy and stinky all winter." Scar obviously thinks that he has a very good reason for eating.

"I also miss the delicious food that has not been seen for 200 years, especially the amazing cooking skills of the survivors. It is definitely a crime to let those delicacies disappear in the world." Xiu Moore said, the pharmacist looked up at him, Xiu Moore smiled again, and said to Scar, "But don't bother you all the time, it's not his responsibility to feed you."

"He even belongs to me. Besides, I don't eat his meat." Scar said.

Boss quietly glanced at the veins on the pharmacist's forehead.

Xiu Moore was silent for a while, and then sighed, "I really shouldn't have died too early."

"What do you mean?"

"If you don't count the war, it was actually a good era. Unfortunately, I died before enjoying much of what I should have enjoyed." Xiu Moore said, his movements seemed to be Mance orderly, but his eating was no slower than Scar .

"Enjoy?" Scar looked at him a little strangely, "Didn't you give up the inheritance rights of the Glacier Wolf Clan and return to your elder brother's command after wandering for seven years?"

"That's because life in the tribe is too boring, and the outside world is more exciting." Xiu Moore said.

"The so-called tribe has not always been like this." Scatch said, "If you are bored, when will you go to the black-haired magician?"

"The black-haired magician may be good, but I still have something to do before I go there." Hume said, and he turned to the magician, "Young man, do you have any wine?"

The pharmacist knelt up from the ground silently, went to the cabinet in the corner of the tent and fetched two clay pots. Hummer stretched out his hand and seemed to take it with anticipation.

"What do you want to do?" Scar asked.

"Let you obtain the power of the Beast Emperor." Xiu Moore said, "and then get the Ice Emperor Sword." He slapped the mud seal on the mouth of the wine jar, and just as he lifted the lid, a strong smell that was almost tangible and colorful rushed over Come out, making Hummer lean back, "Hey, is this medicinal wine?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." The pharmacist said very politely, "I only have this here."

Xiu Moore didn't ask what was soaked in it that caused such a terrible smell. He covered the lid of the clay pot to temporarily isolate the stimulus that could make a werewolf dizzy. Scar said at this time: "That pot The sword is not the only relic of the first emperor."

Xiu Moore handed the medicinal wine back to the pharmacist, "That was the only thing that accompanied him to the end and was handed down."

"So you also want to intervene in the battle for the throne?" Scar looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you still expecting that the sword will be like you, and there will be a remnant soul of the first emperor left behind to revive you?"

"Extrajudicial blood is hard to come by, so it's better to have a try." Hummer said.

"That sword is at least said to have been used by five or six emperors, but no one has ever heard of any ghosts in it."

Xiu Moore didn't reply, his eyes fell on the orange-white charcoal burnt in the fire pit, his ice blue pupils reflected the fire light, after suppressing the smile on his face, his face looked sharp and deep, with a natural When the soul migrated, some subtle changes took place in this body. Not only did it no longer have the weak and dull appearance, but it also became closer and closer to his original spiritual state.

After a while, he said, "That's the oath between me and him."

"If you want to keep your oath, you have to have that person."

Hume looked up at him.

Scar smiled at him, "Miracles don't happen all the time, daydreaming is worse than doing less."

The pharmacist's knuckles on the ground made a soft noise.Although Scar has never paid much attention to technique, such words were too sharp, Hummer's expression didn't seem to change, but Braland, who was not far from him, slowly sat up straight, with one hand hanging down, Covering the faintly shining obsidian on the hilt of the magic sword.Xiu Moore looked at Scar quietly, his ice blue eyes were as cold as the snow of the peak.

Scar put one hand on his knees, facing Xiu Moore's gaze sideways, and his golden-green pupils were also indifferent.

"You're pretty good at annoying people, kid?" A look that couldn't be called a smile appeared on Xiu Moore's face.

"Why, doesn't it sound good?" Scar grinned, "What's wrong with what I said?"

"It doesn't matter if it's right or not?" Xiu Moore chuckled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, "It's about me, you'd better shut up."

"Putting on the old man's airs, huh?" Scar also laughed, "Whose territory did you forget?"

"Offer war, your method is too naive."

"Who has the patience to do this kind of twists and turns," Scar put aside the wooden plate that was even soaked in gravy, "although I really want to have a fight with you..."

A flash of sharp light suddenly flashed, Scar drew his sword backhand, and swung it towards Xiu Moore with lightning speed. A long sword with exactly the same shape and shape caught it head-on, sparks came out from the clash of the blades, Xiu Moore snorted, "No need Thor? Then you have a little chance of winning!"

"It can't be used yet!" Scar also sneered, "Are you used to the shell you just changed? Don't blame me for being rude!"

Hearing such dense and high-pitched clashing sounds of gold and iron at a close distance, the pharmacist, whose eardrums were pierced with pain, retreated holding the wine jar, Boss stood in front of him, and Braland remained where he was, but the two suddenly The guys who just fought did not show their true strength. The sword wind brought by the swing of the long sword blew the medicine man's white hair, but it did not affect other things in the tent. Braland was even able to leisurely turn the fire pit Cover it.

But the tent was not a suitable place for fighting at all. With a stabbing sound, Ska pierced the tent with a sword, and Xiu Moore, who was entangled with his sword, twisted the gap into a hole, and then the cold wind poured in with crushed snow.

"It's a small place!" said Shewmore.

"Go out and fight!" Scar shouted.

So they went out, through the breach they had cut.

Pharmacist stood in the tent, looking at the big hole that kept blowing into the wind and snow with a frosty face, Bralan Shi suddenly got up with the magic sword, "I'm going to watch the battle." The door went out.

"Pharmacist." Boss coughed lightly, "Just be patient, I'll find materials to help you repair the tent."

The pharmacist with a calm expression raised his hand, indicating that he already knew.However, among the people who came after Perth left, there was no werewolf youth with silver-white hair. The slave with a somewhat frightened expression reported to the pharmacist, and the young centurion also rushed to the place of the battle. The pharmacist was silent for a while, Then he just responded, the anger from the previous period was no longer on his face.

This is the problem that was once curable, but now it is intensifying-winter is supposed to be a season of recuperation. At least for most people, the severe cold and monotonous lack of food make them just want to sleep through this time, but for others For some people, especially those who are equally vibrant from the beginning to the end of the year, who can't even suppress the wind, snow and cold, and who have to do something, it is almost impossible to spend the winter peacefully with the stove .Originally, there were only a few thorns that disturbed the stability of the tribe and were difficult to deal with. After subduing Scar, there would be no major problems. However, this year Sasheer joined two new members.

Whether it's Braland who has a reliable appearance or the 231-year-old werewolf ancestor, they have shown others that they and Scar are worthy of the same blood, and their virtues are exactly the same.

There was a vague sound of collapse, followed by a commotion, and the pharmacist just watched the progress of the slaves with cold eyes. No matter what happened there, it was just a repetition of more than a dozen similar incidents before. It's destined to be the finishing touches for them, so it's not too late to go after the dust settles, there's no need to burst blood vessels in the past now.

The tent was repaired very quickly. Before the slave left, he swept away all the snowflakes that had blown into the tent. Only the lost heat could not be replaced. The pharmacist used the tongs to fiddle with the remaining charcoal in the firepit to rekindle the fire.Having just regained some warmth, Burth is back.

"Pharmacist..."

The pharmacist took the last piece of cow dung cake and threw it into the firepit. Feeling the hesitation on the werewolf, he raised his head, "What's wrong? What did they break again—"

After seeing the box that Boss was holding in his hand, his words stopped abruptly.Even if you want to misidentify it, it is impossible. Although it has been broken badly, the size, wood, pattern... There is no doubt that it is a special wooden box containing all the communication stones in the tribe.Although Boss was holding it carefully, fine sand still fell from the gap. The pharmacist took a few deep breaths before asking in a barely calm tone, "How did you break it?"

"The patriarch and Your Excellency Bingshan used too much force, and the pillar of the main tent fell down, and then the patriarch and Lord Xiu Moore were careless..." Boss whispered.

The pharmacist reached out and pressed his forehead, and after a while he continued to ask, "Is there anything else that can be used?"

Boss carefully opened the cracked lid, knelt down and showed it to him.The magic lines fell apart, and none of the half-palm-sized flat stones that were neatly placed in it were intact. Needless to say, all of them were unusable.The method of making communication stones is one of the very few mage skills that has been handed down. It does not require powerful mana and rare materials. A junior mage can make it with a stone and a carving pen in his hand, but their success rate can only be said to be low To the point of outrage, the distance that the communication stone can transmit is also very short.The communication stone made by a high-level mage requires much harsher conditions, but the effect is also much better. It can not only connect two cities, but also carry a large amount of information. arrive.

These shattered mudstones are the high-level communication stones that Sacher collected from the human caravan from the year before last.

Boss could almost hear the shattering sound of the pharmacist's reason.

"Ska Nightmare! And Hummer Iceberg! You two bastards——!"

When Patriarch Sacher's distorted screams penetrated every tent of the tribe, both werewolves and humans huddled in their residences with their ears covered and waited for the man-made storm to pass, but several people rode on horns in heavy suits. Horse, set off to ride to the southeast.