Take Taobao with you to another world

There was not even a sound, the long blade flashing with icy light was pulled out from the bloody hole under the folded jaw of the half-beast, thick blood splashed along the edge, and fell into the bloody mouth of another half-beast, Scar couldn't see it. Without looking at him, he swung his hand back, and the thick arm of the mutant orc who swung the huge ax at him from the left was broken at the shoulder. It spewed out from the throat, and the next moment another stone hammer swept from the side, but before it arrived, the blunt steel round head of the scabbard had already hit the orc's wrist, and immediately shattered the bone.

Ska was surrounded by these powerful mutated orcs. Even if other werewolves wanted to come to help, they would be blocked by those meat mountains. It is difficult for wolf elites to perform in such a narrow prison. If Scala hadn't captured most of the mutant orcs in front of them, they would be a little bit reluctant to protect themselves. They can only be sure from the flesh and blood of screaming and flying that the patriarch is still alive. fighting.

And Scar is more about killing than fighting.

None of those mutated orcs were his opponents, one after another corpses fell behind him, those distorted half-beasts entangled his footsteps without fear, but Scar was always moving forward, with blood flowing from his face. It drenched up and down, almost completely covering his expression, only those cold eyes were like burning hell, and the golden-green flames burned the opponent's soul fiercely, Mendes could hardly meet his eyes, he turned his head Looking at the dignified battle shamans, their voices are a little hoarse——

"I don't want his soul anymore! You kill him!"

He didn't realize that the people he relied on didn't fully obey his orders. A combat shaman looked at Scar nearly ten steps away, who looked like a murderous god, and said in a low voice: "As expected of a demon wolf who inherits blood, such a rare s material……"

"If you can stay, then stay," said another shaman who was preparing a spell. "If you can't, then you can only-" He paused, and suddenly turned his head to look at another corner that was not noticed.

The silver-gray short-haired young man was tearing off something as thin as mist from the light wall, and the battle shaman's eyes froze for a moment.

That is a prison with quality and intangibility... How is this possible? !

There was a gap in the torn power, a steel knife pierced randomly and split the tent, a werewolf warrior outside squeezed his shoulder in, the tattoo light on the battle shaman's wrist flashed, he stretched out his hand and pointed in that direction, the chain of cause and effect Wrapped around the human body, several war slaves turned their heads and rushed towards him.The battle shaman turned his head, intending to put his power back into the battle, and he couldn't delay any longer. No matter where this strange human talent talent came from, they must ensure that the battle only happened in this space... His eyes froze for a moment, and then There was a coolness in the throat.

The blade cut off his cervical spine, leaving only a layer of scalp connected, blood gushing from his neck cavity, the battle shaman only raised his hand halfway before falling down on his back, just from a war slave Ska, who was turned over on his back, stood in the rain of blood, his eyes swept away lightly.

"So weak?"

Mendez gasped, stepped back, held the sword in front of him with both hands, the figure that was almost soaked in blood burned into his pupils, and even the hairs on his back stood up like needles, " You... what kind of power is this?!"

Scar walked forward, every step was a blood mark, like stepping on the heart of a young lion.

"That's wrong...it's impossible! How could you be so strong!"

"Do you know," Scar said, turning the long sword upside down through his ribs, piercing into the heart of a war slave behind him, and then twisting and pulling it out, "I've been very annoying recently."

"What are you shamans doing! Stop him! Imprison him! Use fire, shock, and ice spikes! Hurry up!!"

Scar took another step, and another slave fell to his sword.

The lion clan nobles retreated again, but they had already retreated to the edge of the cage they set up. Except for the shaman who was buzzing and chanting mantras, he had no way to retreat.

"I'll stay here..." Scar continued to move forward expressionlessly, "You came here to mess with me?"

The hasty curses of the battle shamans became one piece, black textures emerged on the black rammed earth, and bloodlines tangled and formed, binding Scar's calf, but it was easily torn off by his steps. As if he didn't realize it, he looked at the distorted face of the orc on the opposite side, showing his teeth slightly, "Come if you want, leave if you want?"

There were no war slaves standing in front of him anymore. Panting heavily, Mendes rushed over with a loud shout. Almost at the same time, the blood that dyed Scar's body suddenly flowed, hissing and twisting into dark red stripes. The ropes bound his limbs, and the violent wind full of blood surged flatly. In this narrow space, a sharp light-red cyclone rapidly spun out, and at the same time it pierced Scar's back, more pneumatic drills emerged out of thin air. Without the shackles of cause and effect, they roared as soon as they appeared, piercing through flesh and blood as easily as piercing through a layer of leather.

Mendez's golden sword slashed towards Scar. Behind him, the battle shamans let out roars that were not human, and their bodies gradually swelled and deformed.

Standing in front of the pharmacist, Xiu Moore looked at the black stains that were eroding and expanding on the ground, the foul smell was spreading, and the toxin was spreading like a snake, looking for healthy and fresh flesh and blood.

"almost."

He pulled out the Ice Emperor Sword, stabbed it into the ground, knelt down on one knee, clasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and gently pressed his forehead against it. Tiny electric tendrils flowed out from between his fingers, and flowed along the clean and cold body of the sword. down conduction.

When there was a loud noise, Ska raised his sword to block the lion clan's full blow.

"You can still move...?!"

"Too much nonsense, die." Ska said, swung the horizontal sword, and the next moment, the terrified face of the Lion Clan flying upside down was submerged in a white electric light.

The light is like a torrent, not only the blood-colored thorns and the swamp poison all over the ground collapse and fly ash in an instant, but even the forbidden prison is unbearable. Amidst a burst of piercing and crackling sounds, the werewolves gathered outside the main tent finally broke through the invisible barrier He rushed in, and at the same time, a group of orcs of strange stature retreated staggeringly, and the werewolves immediately besieged them without hesitation.

A silver light flashed across his body, and Mendes rolled a few times on the ground. Before he could stand up, a strong force knocked him into the air again. Ska walked over step by step, the corners of his mouth twitching on his upright and powerful face—he was shocked. of.The moment Xiu Moore started, he didn't have any metal on his body, and his boots were thick cowhide studded pharmacists. Everyone in the main tent, no matter the werewolf or Lacerda's battle shaman, was completely washed by electric current. It is clear that his subordinates did not fall in the battle with the enemy, but lay under the hands of their own people...

Stepping on Mendez, the hard touch of his feet let Ska know what kind of protection spell this [-]% is. He turned him over with the soles of his feet, and looked down at the embarrassed Lion Clan.

But the other party's eyes were not fixed on him, but on the long sword in his hand.

"That's... the Ice Emperor Sword?"

"No," Scar said, raising his sword.

"Wait!" shouted the Lion Clan, "I am the grandson of Abild! Patriarch Ska, please let me go! I am willing to redeem my life with gold equal to my body weight! No matter what the price is, I am willing to pay ..."

"I said," Scar said, and the tip of the sword was sent down, and the straight long blade easily broke through that layer of protection, "Go to hell."

The blood flowed from under the twitching body of the Lion Clan. Scar thought, I wish I could paint a shell of gold powder again, and the stuff inside is not the same?In the other direction, someone was roaring, "That is definitely not the power of the orcs! Scar Nightmare, the demonic wolf! That is not the power of the empire! He is tainted demonic blood! Kill him, he is an evil species ..."

Then those voices gradually faded away, turning into screams and moans, and finally fell into nothingness.

In the wooden box inlaid with gold, the last life token was also broken.

The majestic lion clan on the main seat did not speak, and the people under the seat did not make a sound, and there was a dead silence in the tent.

"waste."

A deep voice sounded, and the Lion Clan on the main seat said: "He thinks Scar Nightmare is something, and dare to use that method to deal with him?"

A white-robed shaman hesitated and said, "Actually, Your Excellency Mendez has prepared very carefully..."

"You don't even know the strength of your opponent?" The Lion Clan sneered, "He deserves to die."

No one dared to answer this sentence. Padra looked down on Mendes, but he was also a lion tribe, and he was a lion tribe that was more arrogant, cruel and violent than Mendes. The ruler of this expeditionary army, he Now that I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to go along with it.

"Three battle shamans have been lost." He knocked on the gem beside the seat. "Apart from Scar Nightmare and the thief who disguised his identity, how many talents does Sacher have?"

"It is rumored that there is also a human gifted with strength..." a commander of the leopard tribe replied in a low voice.

"Human?" Padra repeated.

"Well, my lord, I'm afraid Lakuo and the others know better. Wasn't their tribe the one who fought Sasheer last year?" said a middle-aged fox clan.

The pressure from Padra’s gaze was real, and the tiger man sitting at the back gave the person who spoke resentfully a look, raised his head slightly, and replied, “I’m not sure.”

"You don't even know how you lost?" Padra asked.

The tiger man lowered his head, "...At that time, His Majesty Uda and I were in the imperial capital."

Padra narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "You have brought hundreds of people with you anyway, find someone who knows."

The tiger man was silent for a moment, then said, "No, my lord."

The mocking and questioning gazes shot away like arrows, and the tiger man just looked at the ground and continued: "None of the clansmen who have experienced that war can live to this day."

Many orcs changed their faces, and Padra showed a mocking expression, "He thought that if he killed all his people, others would not remember this failure?"

His disrespect for the current Beast Emperor was revealed in his words, and it was unconvincing that he was not in the right position, but the deputy commander of the mighty beast army was also included among those who pushed a loser to that throne.Padra's ability is not inferior. The reason why he can't be the commander-in-chief is not only blood, but also character.

The air pressure in the tent dropped again, and the other orcs dared not speak. They looked at the tiger man like a fresh corpse. Ren Lakuo's buccal muscles twitched, and sweat dripped from his forehead. When Padra was about to call someone, he suddenly said: "But there is one person who must know, my lord!"

Padra paused for a moment, "Oh?"

"When they were in the imperial capital, they made deals with those rebels!" The tiger man said hurriedly, sweat slid down his forehead, "They are also in the army at this time!"

Padra leaned back slightly, "I made a deal with them..."

"Yes, we've seen that red-haired human come out of those rebellious tents, and the human sees him off..."

"—His Excellency Coulson is just a businessman. As long as there is something of interest, he will find it difficult to refuse." A voice came from outside the tent. The slightly high-pitched voice and deviant accent were different from the rough and hoarse speech of the orcs. , followed by a man wearing a bright short robe and a short beard. He almost came to the middle of the big tent before he bowed to Padra, "See you, best wishes, Commander-in-Chief."

Seeing such a human being in the main tent full of orcs, and showing no respect to himself, Padra did not get angry. He looked at the human being deeply, "I just want to know what he knows."

"Your Excellency Coulson doesn't know much, those humans are very tight-lipped." The other party seemed to be unaware of the sight around him, and said calmly, "Those humans not only come from distant countries, some of them are even survivors. Those who drove these people Talented people did not leave any breath of power on them. The goods they brought out for trade contained very superb skills, not only metal objects, but also those gems. Our master analyzed that although the differences are extremely subtle, they are probably Nor is it a natural product, but a man-made creation..."

He stopped, and Padra's expression let him know that he had achieved his goal.

"Those star gems, are they man-made?" Padra asked in a deep voice.

"Yes."

"Who can do that?" Padra asked again.

"The alchemist... is very superb." The human said softly, the smooth voice was like snake scales, moving people's hearts. "Even we have never seen such methods, and no one can copy them."

"Is it 'he', or is it 'they'?"

"My lord, a genius is already a miracle."

Padra pondered for a moment, then asked: "So, how many sources of blood beasts have you brought?"

The human was not surprised, he calmly responded: "Many, Commander-in-Chief."

Padra looked at him coldly, and the human laughed, "Please don't worry about the price, my lord. Although the origin of the blood beast is expensive to manufacture, it used to be a winning method that even we dare not use casually, but now It is already different. Our master and those masters have made great progress in recent days. In front of the new generation of 'Blood Warriors', the 'Blood Bears' of the past are simply vulnerable, and there is no point in reserving them. , and what our master needs is more time and more materials, which can only be obtained by relying on your victory."

"I won," Padra said, "and hand over the human alchemist to you?"

"That's for the best, my lord," said the human.

"Where is the source of the blood beast?" Padra asked.

"Just outside the tent, my lord."

Padra raised his chin, and an orc walked out immediately. Padra looked at the human and said, "You did a good job. As long as you conquer those three tribes, how many materials are needed by the people behind you? As long as you If it can be taken away, I will not stop it. As for the human talent hidden behind Scar Nightmare, I will find him."

A smile appeared on the human face, and Padra smiled too.

"Then completely, completely, without any flesh and blood left, kill him."