Take Taobao with you to another world

The elf removed his hand from the arm of a member of the reserve team. The swollen and shiny swelling just now disappeared, and only a red patch remained where the poisonous insect had bitten him. Most of the life-threatening toxins were gone. was pulled out.The team members who finished the treatment moved their arms, and some stiff muscles made the movement look unnatural, but compared with the incomparable movement just now, the curative effect is obvious.

"There is no problem anymore." Ludwigs said, he straightened up and looked at the two captains beside him, "Please do not exercise strenuously in the next time, drink clean water, they may have some symptoms such as fever , but not for long."

"Thank you," Takla said.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Fan Tianlan said.

The elf glanced at him. Should he say he was flattered?However, almost all of the more than 20 people on the artillery position were attacked by poisonous insects. Although they reacted quickly, more than half of them were poisoned to varying degrees. People stand out a little.

He can understand Arslan's abnormality, after all, he is likely to be that kind of creature, but that silver-gray Takla...

Everything went well in the plan. In the end, such an accident happened. If it weren't for the elves who are good at handling toxins to stay in the camp, and the arrangements were made in advance, they might have to encounter non-combat attrition when the victory comes. This is for the reserve team Said to be a pretty profound lesson.The two captains gathered the people together and went to another place for post-war summary and reflection.

The elf tidied up his tent a little bit. So far only the reserve team has been attacked by poisonous insects. The wounded werewolves and foxes have received normal war injuries. Although this is not his obligation, Ludeweis thinks he still It is necessary to go and have a look.But as soon as he stepped out of the tent, he met Meravia who was coming.

"Your Majesty Yiqi."

Meravia nodded at him and asked, "Are they hurt?"

"I encountered a conspiracy, but it's not a serious problem." The elf said, briefly telling him what he knew.

"The human who can use voodoo?" said Meravia. "I had many chances to kill him yesterday. . . . The child can do it himself. Why should he stop me?"

The elf was not sure whether he should respond to this question, and Meravia said again: "He said that this war has nothing to do with me, but as a leader, shouldn't he choose the fastest way to end this war? "

The elf looked at the inhumanly perfect face, thought for a while, and said, "Master of the Far East, Your Excellency Yun Shen..."

Meravia frowned slightly, "Is it his request?"

The elf shook his head and said slowly: "Your Excellency, although I'm sure he has very powerful power, I heard that no one has ever seen him use it."

"He can take objects of unlimited size and weight out of the void, something even I can't do," Meravia said.

"I don't mean 'use' in this sense, Your Majesty. In our world, power is always connected with power. No matter what kind of power talent you have, the owner must always express the damage they can cause on human beings." Only by coming out can you prove that you are special and powerful." The elf said, "I know too many similar cases, so I think that Your Excellency is very special."

Melavia has long seen an object that applies its power more to creation than destruction, but Salvren is the only one among the dragons. How rare he certainly knows.

"But what really surprises me is that everything that Your Excellency has done seems to be moving in an unprecedented direction." The elf said, he turned his head slightly, and cast his eyes on the stretch of tents, looking at the setting sun. On the other side, separated by mountains and streams, a place where new changes occur every day, "You know, in our middle continent, there are only a few people who have power, and it's a very small number. The vast majority of human beings can't touch it in their lives. For any vein of power, what they have is only their own physical strength and mind, and even among the elves, we also have companions who are born weak and unable to travel far. Compared with those very few strength talents and natural nobles, most of them Humans are weak."

The elves' way of speaking has always been unwilling to be direct, and Meravia looked at him, waiting for him to say the core meaning.

"Ambush to the side of the battlefield and kill the shaman who is good at using poison is a young man in the reserve team. He is a survivor. He has not been exposed to the weapon he used for three months," said the elf. "You can see this The future, Your Majesty? What His Majesty Yun Shen has done is to allow humans without any power talent to master the power scattered in this world through another way. I saw the controlled fire and water flow in the settlement. At that time, they used These manufacture everything they need, and today on the battlefield, these young men threw Thunderfire at the top of the enemy's head, using only a sharp piece of metal, causing a powerful special power talent to die helplessly—— "

He looked at Meravia, who was still a little confused, so: "Then?"

"When any ordinary person can threaten the life of those gifted with strength, those who have the power to call the wind and rain will no longer be awed." The elf said.

"They have nothing to fear." Meravia said, "But for those ants who are used to power and power, what this magician has done can be said to be subverting their world?" He paused After a while, he added softly, "That's not bad." As the childhood educator of one's own children, one should have such an extraordinary path.

He looked up at the elf, "However, what does this have to do with not letting me make a move?"

"Because these young people will face bigger battlefields and truly cruel wars in the future. If Your Excellency Yun Shen doesn't stop his footsteps, they will face these one day." The elf said, "This is just a more intense exercise Some training, your meddling will make the war end quicker and easier, but it won't help them much."

"...I understand." Meravia said, and then smiled slowly, "I thought life here would be relatively peaceful, but now it seems that the future is quite exciting."

Boss and the others didn't expect that they would be a foil for other people's military training. There are only a few hundred people in that area, what a joke.They were cleaning the battlefield, counting the corpses, and moving the wounded. From time to time, the warriors who had chased them back brought back strings of captives. Except for those hard-boned tigers, most of them resisted until the last moment. After the leader of the tiger clan was captured, The other orcs in the Org tribe had no intention of fighting. The werewolves drove them together like a flock of sheep, but they didn't encounter any decent resistance during the process.

According to the rules of the werewolf tribe, the captives captured after the war will naturally become slaves of the family to which they belong, so the grasslands are full of werewolves running wildly to "fold sheep", but no matter how many enemy heads and decadent prisoners of war they harvest, they cannot match Compared with the prisoner tied in the main tent.

Although his whole body was tightly bound and blood and brains were still stained on his body, Ogg's face did not show much of the depressed expression that a loser should have. On the main seat is a silver-haired werewolf drugged by a werewolf girl.The latter was leaning over to talk to the gray wolf companion next to him about the battle result report he had just received, as if he hadn’t seen him. The red fox patriarch on the side raised his head slightly, and a young fox clan with a wound on his body and a pale face bent over him. Whisper in the ear.Their actions were considered graceful, and the other werewolves and foxes in the tent talked and laughed loudly without any scruples, and the topics revolved around his failure and the collapse of his subordinates.

But just because he can bear it, doesn't mean that the other tiger men tied here with him can bear it. The few commanders who were still unwilling to fail twisted and growled at the enemies, but they only got bigger ridicule and more anger. Much contempt.

Until someone came in from outside the tent.The rough chatter, jokes and sarcasm that filled the entire tent came to an abrupt end, as if the centurions and thousand commanders had their tongues cut off.

Ogg turned around and saw two humans walking in.

Their statures were not particularly majestic, their smells were not particularly bloody, and they were not gifted with strength, but the atmosphere in the entire tent became a little stiff for a while.Those werewolves and foxes looked at the two young humans with black hair and silver-gray short hair with eyes mixed with awe and fear, and Patriarch Perth and Aquinas also stopped talking.

"Arslan, Takla," said Chief Aquinas.

The black-haired man that Ogg had been in close contact with nodded to Patriarch Aquinas, and Perth said from the main seat, "I have been waiting for you to come, and you did a good job today...they circled a The slave farm, I asked them to lock up all the captives they captured, and you have the right to choose first, as long as there are no more than five hundred slaves, whatever you fancy belongs to you."

This is a reward that only the warriors of the clan who have made great achievements can get. These two humans are not only foreigners, Ogg has never seen them on the battlefield, and the rest is a possibility, that is, those who gave him His subordinates, his "beasts", and even his shamans did not deal the fatal blow, not the power talent hidden in the dark, but——

"It's you?!" Ogg stared at the black-haired human, and asked, his voice was as low as a roar from his chest.

The black-haired man only glanced at him, but the frivolous man beside him looked at him with interest. "Who is this?"

"He is the patriarch of the Tiger Clan, Ogg Glory." Patriarch Aquinas said.

"What a failed name," said the short-haired, silver-gray human. "He's lost, and so is his tribe."

The anger that Aoge had never touched just now burst forth. He failed, but his tribe is still there!Defeat can hit him, but not break him, as long as the root is still there, he can recover!Looking at each other with a gloomy expression, Ogg imprinted every feature of this human appearance in his memory, "Say your name, human!"

The human squinted at him, raised one corner of his mouth, showing sharp canine teeth, "If you want to know, you can ask me."

Ogg breathed heavily in his chest.

The black-haired human ignored their quarrel. He looked at Boss and said in his quiet voice, "We don't need slaves."

The silver-haired werewolf hesitated for a moment, "I don't need slaves? Then the food and property seized from the Ogg tribe..."

"The magician hopes that we can bring back the patriarch of the tiger clan." The black-haired human said.

"What?!" Immediately a werewolf yelled, and there was a murmur all around immediately, Boss raised his hand to suppress the commotion, and looked at Fan Tianlan, "The magician wants the patriarch of the tiger clan, why, Arslan? "

"He must have his reasons for wanting it," Takla said, "We put in so much effort and almost handed over dozens of people there, but we brought the doctor ourselves, so it's not too much to ask for one more person." Bar?"

It’s fine if it’s just one person. Ogg is the leader of the Tiger tribe, the initiator of this war. In the north where the Tiger tribe is entrenched, his reputation is not as loud as Scar, and he can defeat him alive. He is a great honor to any tribe.Even knowing the role of the Far Eastern magician's assistance in this victory, it is not easy to give up the biggest result.

Perth was pondering, and almost everyone, including Patriarch Aquinas, was looking at him, only Ogg looked at Takla, "You mean the Far East magician?"

Takla smiled at him, "You'll see him soon."

After thinking for a long time, Boss said: "Since it is the request of the magician, I agree with you to take him away."

Tucker, who walked out of the tent, stretched his waist, looked at the twilight in the west and murmured, "I'm finally going back. I haven't been away for long. Why do I really want to see him now?"

"Electra plot." Fan Tianlan said coldly from the side.

"Hello!" Takla's eyes widened. "What does this word mean? Although I don't understand it, it's definitely not a fun thing, right?"