Take Taobao with you to another world

The silver monorail finally reached the woodland, crossed a thicket that was so rich in color that it was about to drip, and following the sound of gurgling water, werewolves with good eyesight could easily find the existence of those humans on the border of their sight.

A long row of pointed wooden houses stood neatly on the flat shore, and a large piece of land around them had obviously been tidied up by humans. The wild grass and shrubs spread wildly like a sharp knife, and the bright green and dark soil The color presents a sharp boundary, and the track forms a smooth curve here, sliding past the row of wooden houses, until it reaches the gray-white solid platform at the end.

After the platform, the waves are flowing, and the cool wind with a fishy smell blows from the wide water surface. This is a pier.

And it's not small either.

"Why is there smoke? Their boat is on fire?" a werewolf asked in surprise.

"Why is their boat gray, not wood?"

"But it looks really big...I haven't seen a human ship yet."

While whispering to each other, Sahir's werewolves continued to move forward with the strange-headed human guide, and they came to the flat land not long after.Braland stopped his men, and A-Ka and the human got off their horses. There were already people coming towards them from the pier, and Braland followed A-Ka with two young werewolves.

There were only three people on the other side. The middle-aged survivor with black hair and black eyes was the one who spoke first, and he knew how to speak the language of orcs. This time they only finished what they had to say in a while.

"Are you going to Sachel?" said the survivor, looking at the group of werewolves carrying bows and swords behind Braland and the others, "It's really troublesome to go by land now, but we still have to give up the empty boat." You have to ask what it means.”

"Hey, humans—" the werewolves beside Braland raised their eyebrows. The humans on the entire pier were not enough for them to charge once. They used to kill Sasheer, but they were here to be punished by humans. Make things difficult? !

The bereaved looked at Braland and the others in surprise, "The answer will be answered in half a moment at most, you shouldn't be in such a hurry, right?"

"Half a quarter?" Braland asked, "Do you also have a communication box?"

The bereaved family smiled, "It wasn't there before, but you came just in time, the mine replaced their old one, we can use it here for a while, although it's not as good as the new one, what should be done I can do the same." After speaking, he gave some instructions to the person who came with him, and the latter nodded and left.

The two young werewolves looked at him suspiciously, and then at the human walking towards the wooden house. You know, last year they had a bad fight with Sachel because of the communication box, but this human said it was What ordinary things? Braland didn't bother with this kind of question. He looked at the pier not far away and asked, "When was this pier built?"

"It's been available since last year, not so long ago."

"The boat is new, too?"

"The boat is also new," said the survivor.

Braland raised his legs and walked towards that side. The two werewolves froze in place before hurriedly chasing after him.

Aka, who was about to be dismissed as non-existent, lazily said to the rest of the people, "I have nothing to do. By the way, do you have anything to drink?"

As soon as he stepped on the gray-white ground, the touch under his feet was a bit surprising. It was hard, flat, slightly rough, like a stone surface, but on such a ground that was more than twenty steps long and wide, there was no trace of a seam. .Braland squatted down, touched the ground, and wiped the dust stains on his hands. Then he stood up and strode towards the part of the pier that protrudes into the surface of the river.

The short black and thick tie-up posts are lined up on both sides of the spacious walkway, with a wide distance between them. Braland only took two steps and then stopped. He looked back at the gap between the ferry and the platform on the shore. Long, so big, so thick, it looks like something walking on the ground... it floats on water.Then, he turned his gaze to the ship beside him.

Before he came over, the middle part was three or four steps wide, and the large boats more than ten steps long were already being unloaded. The survivor who followed him saw that he didn't have anything to ask, so he actually joined the workers Something passed between them.Braland's sudden arrival did not affect these people in any way. At most, they only looked at him twice, and no one stopped their work, and no one made way for him.

Braland stepped onto one of them, which was almost loaded and unloaded. The hull was more stable than he imagined. The bottom of the cabin was flat and gentle, and the side of the ship was also very low. Braland pressed the hull less than half a palm thick with one hand, Then he knocked and looked up.As a warrior, Braland's tall stature did not hinder his agility at all. When others wanted to stop him, he had already stepped over the few remaining wooden boxes and came to the rear half of the ship, standing on the boat's power where.The pile of black coal was out of his sight, and as he swept across the paddle wheels on both sides of the hull, he stretched out his hand and touched the warm machine shell in front of him to leave.

Walking to the stern, looking at the last paddle wheel half hidden under the water, a smile appeared on Braland's gentle and calm face.

"interesting……"

The other two werewolves also wanted to come over to take a look, but they didn't follow Braland's movements. When the two big men wanted to get on the boat, the unfinished humans unceremoniously squeezed them down.

When Braland returned to the platform of the unloading area, the human being who was going to interrogate also came out of the wooden house and walked towards them quickly, "No problem! They can go there by boat first, and the settlement that cannot be transported at once is being accelerated." group!"

The middle-aged survivor relayed the content to Braland, and then the two sides began to discuss how to deal with the many remaining mounts. There is enough food nearby for the horses to survive, and there are also places where they are confined, but the survivor unexpectedly Said to let Huckle's fox clan take care of it.

"They were already good at this, and now they are also counting on us to win this battle. What's the problem with just sending a few people over? It's not without benefits." The bereaved family said, "Besides, you are still useful when you arrive in Sacher." Where there are horses, Huckle can let you choose as many as you want, and you can just return them later, and you won’t make any compensation if there are casualties.”

"You also made a covenant with Huckle?" Braland asked.

"Not yet." The survivor said, "But there is a deal between us and Heckle, and the magician has already paid this part of the reward."

Braland thought about it.

"One more thing." The middle-aged survivor said, pointing to the side, "You people..."

Braland looked at him.

"...Come and help if you have nothing to do. It's faster like this."

The machinery roared behind, the vibration came from the hull below, the paddle wheel rolled up the water, the slightly raised bow broke the wave, the water wind blew head-on, and even people's thoughts were carried away by the wind. Lalan felt it for the first time.The clansmen on the tugboat behind were not particularly uncomfortable. He looked at the wide, slow and long river in front of him again, and thought of the wharf, as well as those existences in the mine that he had never met.Copper coins are not circulated within the Orc Empire, and bronze weapons are only used by some remote and impoverished tribes. Braland knows that magicians have a great demand for this metal. It seems that this pier is planned to be used for a long time. With sufficient room for expansion, the manufactured ships are even larger and more durable. Most importantly, apart from the copper mine belonging to their werewolf, it is not far from the halfway point that Sahir and Sahir agreed to establish.

As long as they lose the war, all this will be covered with weeds and weeds, and it will be useless.But if they win... Braland thinks that Sasheer has six times more salt than in previous years, but still doesn't have enough demand for salt. It is impossible for werewolves to eat salt, so only humans really use it.Where the power of the black-haired magician invaded, human roots also penetrated, getting deeper, wider, and stronger.

He vaguely felt a kind of future, which seemed to be terrifying, so terrifying that the blood in his whole body wanted to rush happily and enthusiastically——

Braland stood at the bow of the boat with an unknowingly perverted smile, and the many werewolves behind him hugged their heads together and shrank like a boat of gray birds.

But Scar was not at all moved by this reinforcement army led by a companion who was not in the plan and who had lived and died together.

"Only this few people came here now. Are you here to collect the corpse?"

Braland sat down in front of him calmly, "I heard that you are eating well now."

The human colony was very considerate to give up the ship's space to send Sahel's werewolves to Sahel. Although they have always been generous, they still don't even have to provide food for this team.Scar couldn't help but think that they were really troublesome. If they were delayed for a few days, they could also eat less food for a few days. With that magician around, it had been a long time since he had such a time to calculate expenses.

"Forget it," he squinted his eyes and looked at the werewolf opposite, "there is just a lack of work here."

"How short is it?"

"We don't have slaves..." Scar said. "Not one left."

Braland's expression changed, not because of Scar's literal meaning, but the meaning behind it, "Far East magician? His appetite is really big...or is it just for this war?"

"Using someone else's life to fill one's own victory..." Ska sneered slightly, "That's a human talent, not a Far East magician."

Braland smiled, "You say that like he's not human."

Since the appearance of the black-haired magician from a foreign land, the impact on Sachel has reached an astonishing degree, and the changes that Sacher has undergone due to him may also exceed the sum of the past 100 years.Braland hadn't had much contact with this young magician. On the outside, the man's appearance, expression and posture didn't make people feel any oppression. His eyes were focused and his tone was gentle. Although his appearance was also impressive, But it was far less vivid than the young survivor beside him whose every joint contained the power to kill people, and the blood sword had almost no reaction to him, just like facing a powerless ordinary person.

But he is indeed an extraordinary power talent, and he is a "favored person" who is so rare in this world that it is like a miracle.

"Whenever he cries in front of me, I assume he is," Scar said.

"..." Braland looked at him delicately.

Ska imagined for a moment with his eyes empty, and suddenly his whole body froze, as if trying to drive something scary out of his mind, he raised his hand twice, cleared his throat, "There is one more thing."

"The envoy of Lacerda Beastmaster has entered Huckle's territory."

After reading the latest information, Yun Shen put it aside together with other information.The convoy of nearly a hundred people has been under the control of the reconnaissance team since it left the orc army, because they knew their purpose from the very beginning, and this point of people will hardly affect the progress of the war—at least after seeing Before Scara, the tracking was not very close, but after entering Huckle's territory, the work of investigation was naturally transferred to the werewolves.Although this team of envoys probably has two or more strength talents, but Scar has his plans, Yun Shen will not try and intervene.

Putting down the top-secret tactical plan, Yun Shen picked up another document and read the summary report of last year's war for a while. He turned to the last page, picked up a pen, and marked a name.

A young man in military uniform led two werewolves through the labyrinth of piles of logs. A strong resinous smell emanated from the cross-section of the wood, making the werewolves sneeze continuously, making their lungs throbbing. After that, their guide finally stopped in front of a pile of logs, where several people were retrieving materials. They stood on the top of the high pile and pushed down a section of thick and thick logs with hands and feet.

"Ogg! Old Ogg!"

The rolling log hit the barricade wedged on the ground with a muffled sound, turned half a circle, and then rolled back before stopping. These people walked down from the top of the pile, and together they lifted the log and placed it on the long The cart, the body of the cart shook, the driver's short whip slapped in the air, and the black bull pulling the cart slowly stepped forward.After this was done, one of the half-old orcs with a bare chest, broad shoulders, and bulging back turned his head, revealing the dark tiger stripes on his face.

He glanced at the two werewolves holding their noses and snorted.

"It's finally here."

"It's finally here."

Looking at the white-gold flag fluttering in the field of vision, Patriarch Aquinas said in a low voice.