Take Taobao with you to another world

The interrogation didn't yield many useful results. It's not that Perth's methods were not powerful enough, but that compared with the information that the human outpost scouts had obtained and carefully sorted out, what was squeezed out from the spies sent by the beast army It can only be considered as a supplement, there is not much new content.

Boss stood up and looked at the dying bodies on the ground. A werewolf next to him said, "It's all in tatters like this. I'm afraid I won't want it if I send it to humans."

"That's not necessarily the case, they're the best at it," said another werewolf.

"Who's going," the werewolf asked.

It was the tense season before the Great War. Although there were many exchanges between the two places, it was not so easy to find someone who could take these disabled orcs there by the way. It's really boring.

Boss flicked the blood on his sleeve and said, "Kill it."

Then he went to Scar to report the news he dug up.

Before the main tent was used as a killing field, Scar hadn't stayed in the place that should be one of the signs of the patriarch for a long time.He occupied two rooms in the infirmary, and it was next to the pharmacist, so even if the werewolves couldn't find him, the result would be the same if they asked the pharmacist to tell him.As soon as Boss walked out of the tribe, he saw the big white house, a flat-roofed half-back structure, the open space in front of it had been reclaimed, the hairy medicinal herbs were growing neatly, and several werewolf teenagers were squatting in the medicinal field and buried their heads weed.

No matter how much the patriarch has verbal opinions on humans, he has never been polite to the things delivered to the door, and the humans have always been generous to them. When the infirmary was first delineated and selected, the gray line was drawn so that even the pharmacist was a bit embarrassed. Surprised, the tribesmen, regardless of gender, old or young, were very curious about this kind of place specially built for the treatment of the wounded. After the completion of the infirmary for a hundred werewolves—although it is almost shameless to call it a "room" at this scale, the clansmen still lit a bonfire in the open space ahead and celebrated for one night.

The construction of the infirmary was decided by the Far Eastern magician. The original intention of the pharmacist was just to have a bright and clean place where he could see a doctor and treat injuries without being affected by wind and rain. The most ideal place was only the size of a hall.But after two discussions among humans, the black-haired magician denied all opinions, and then contacted the patriarch specifically for this.At that time, Perth was still a little unfamiliar with the term "infirmary". He learned that the magician not only requested to expand the area of ​​the place dedicated to treating people, but also sent the first batch of pharmacist apprentices here after they finished their studies in the settlement. After that, he had doubts in his heart, and the patriarch asked directly: "Are you eating too much or are you cursing me?"

"I want to build a hospital." The Far East operator said gently.

"What's the matter?"

The so-called "hospital" is a place where "physicians" like pharmacists and their apprentice assistants live and receive compensation to treat almost everyone who comes to the door, no matter whether they are humans or beasts, it is a settlement, Sacher , Hekel or Sahir, or any other kind of orc, as long as they are not enemies and can pay a certain price, they will not refuse them all.

The patriarch immediately said that he didn't want to do such a troublesome thing.Boss didn't know how the sorcerer convinced the patriarch. Anyway, it was built smoothly. Although no orcs from other tribes have been taken in so far, except for the pharmacist, it obviously won't take long. stuffed.Even Boss couldn't help but wonder if the magician still had the ability to predict, so he had prepared this in advance.Moreover, that Master Magician had already prepared far more than that.

When Boss entered the door, Scar leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs on the table, and flipped through the thick papyrus picture album in front of him in a lazy posture.After listening to Boss' report, Scar closed the album and handed it to him.

Perth took over the rather thick collection, which is a collection of "documents" between the human settlements and the Sasheer tribe. Experience, not to mention the patriarch who has never been good at it, but Far Eastern magicians may not have time to talk about many things. Fortunately, human beings can always solve any situation.

After reading the latest dozen or so, Boss suddenly raised his head, "Patriarch, this is...!"

Scar put his hands behind his head and replied.

"You still agree?" Boss asked hurriedly.

"Otherwise?" Ska said, "It would take days for you to kill [-] sheep standing up, not to mention those who can run."

"But!" Boss frowned, "In this way, we can only obey the orders of humans, and guard the rear with those red-haired people on the other side. The Knights of Biss are Sachel's pride. In this way, it is almost like a vassal of humans. Ours What should a warrior..."

Boss paused, Scar's gaze fell on him from the ceiling, no emotion evident, but Boss knew his attitude.

"What is the purpose of war?" Scar asked.

"Victory, Patriarch," whispered Perth.

"How do you plan to win against those strong beast army?" Scar asked again.

Boss was silent for a moment before he said: "The two armies spread out on a flat battlefield. Humans and their attacking forces are in the center. Our Biss knights are divided into two wings. When the opponent attacks, the humans attack their main force. We surrounded them from both wings, as long as the human 'guns' and 'cannons' can continue to inflict damage on the strong beast army, we will maintain the periphery, and then squeeze inward, this war will only need one battle to end. "

"'Humans attack their central main force', are you kidding me?" Scar looked at his commander, "So our cavalry is not a vassal?"

"That's different, Patriarch!" Perth judged. "They are indeed stronger, and there are more people after we are incorporated into the team, but this way we are on the same battlefield with humans instead of waiting for them." Bring the result, and our people don't have to have doubts about it..."

"What are you worried about?" Scar asked.

Burth didn't answer.

"Humans can win on their own, and we picked them up?" Ska said what he didn't say, and while Boss acquiesced, he snorted, and then changed the question, "It's just a thank you now Damn, how many knights can we get to go to war instead of sending heads?"

"... less than three thousand, patriarch." Boss said.

"It's only 3, right?" Scar pierced him mercilessly, "Don't say [-], even [-], do you know how much [-] people are just standing?"

"The real strong beast army is less than [-]. They probably won't be dispatched at once, and those servants are completely a mob. All the enemies have no experience in dealing with human thunderstorms. They will be confused first. Trample yourself—"

"—and trample us too, you can't hold back." Ska said, "How thin the line of defense is after 500 people pull apart, are you so stupid that you can't imagine it? It's like using a straw rope to stop The frenzied horses, the only result is..." He spread his hands and made a movement, "Pa."

Boss couldn't meet Scar's gaze directly, but just lowered his head with an anxious expression.

"For the sake of so-called honor and pride, risk the lives of your clansmen. You can put this idea back wherever it comes from." Scar said coldly, "What I want is victory, only victory, and victory with the lowest loss. .”

Perth couldn't help raising his head, "What about in the future, Patriarch?"

"In the future?" Scar picked up the file album, "Come here."

Boss took two steps forward, half-kneeled in front of his father-brother patriarch, bowed his head obediently, Scar rolled up the document, and slammed it on his head.

"Our knights can pick up bows and arrows, so they can't hold guns? Weapons are just weapons, and changing them can turn you into trash?"

Boss was shocked all over, and looked at Scar in disbelief, but saw Scar put down the document and got up, walked to the door, and only threw him a sentence: "Before the pharmacist comes in, you stay here."

By the time the pharmacist routinely came to clean up Scar's room, it was already getting late, Boss waved his hand and refused his support, stood up neatly by himself, then staggered due to numbness in his legs, and turned his head away in embarrassment , the pharmacist smiled slightly, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder. Although he still misses it a bit, for an adult werewolf, the behavior of touching his head is no longer appropriate.

"It was my fault," Burth told him.

The pharmacist nodded, "You are still young."

Boss suddenly felt a little delicate. The pharmacist actually didn't know what they were arguing about, but he just naturally...

"By the way, patriarch, he..."

"He's gone to the settlement," said the pharmacist.

Unless invited by the sorcerer, Scar rarely took the initiative to go to the settlement. The pharmacist looked at the twilight outside the window and said, "The settlement is ready, and it will take a few days for the actual departure."

After the setting sun sank into the distant mountains, all the lights that could be lit in the barracks were lit up.

Of course not to welcome Scar, the strict rules and regulations of this place make many people miserable, but there is no red tape.The war is approaching, and the pace of various preparations has been accelerated. Humans in uniforms are coming and going between the rows of bungalows. In the narrow grid-like room, some people are immersed in writing, and some people are comparing thick books. , some people gathered around the table, counting the small leather-sewn bags one by one, and then hung them in rows on the wooden racks, and in those tall warehouses with steep roofs, more materials were piled up into mountains, and the human beings in it were not only the number More, there are werewolves involved too.At this time, except for the soldiers who had to work and rest on time, almost everyone was working, and even Kiel couldn't spare any time to receive their patriarch.

Ska watched these scenes calmly, and didn't care too much about the treatment of his patriarch. There is no such word as "logistics" in their language. When they went to fight in a place less than two days away from their homeland, the werewolves brought their mounts and weapons. It's time to start, but human beings seem to be preparing for a distant journey.But without this unrelenting caution and relentless seriousness, Scar wouldn't have placed all his hopes of winning on them.Humans want them to divide into different battlefields to fight, not only the command is independent, but also the "logistics" is also separated. Before Scara agreed to their plan, they began to prepare for it.

This place is both familiar and unfamiliar to Scar. Scar asked his people to come to this huge military camp, and ordered his trusted subordinates to report to him in detail every once in a while, from training, food, Accommodation, work and rest, and various talks among the tribe, but when the Far East magician offered him a visit invitation, he refused twice.The Far Eastern magician who was rejected by him didn't ask the reason, and after saying "I understand" with an inexplicable meaning, the black-haired magician stopped talking about this topic.

Humans tried their best to convey their will through various channels, and Scar also waited a long time to do what he wanted, and those reasons no longer exist.

After resting in a simple room for one night, it was a woman who came to act as a guide for Scar and the others the next day.

Scar doesn't like women.

To be precise, he doesn't even like females, whether they're werewolves, humans or... animals, especially women who are just the right age, with long breasts and thighs, obvious femininity, and look like completely "pure" women.Ska has seen other human women who have been empowered by Far Eastern magicians. No matter what their appearance is, their strong characteristics revealed in their eyes and body movements are not inferior to men, although this woman who has already introduced herself with a soft voice is A squadron leader, the status is not low, but in this masculine barracks, if he didn't have a good understanding of the nature of Far Eastern magicians, Scar's eyes moved down from her face, and immediately looked up quickly. From now on, he will speculate on her with the greatest malice.

"I have to let you bear it for the time being, because there are many inconveniences during this period." As if seeing what he was thinking, the brown-haired and green-eyed woman smiled, "And the familiar environment, the power is enough to enter some People in the area, currently only my time is free."

She speaks the language of werewolves, her voice is gentle and fluent, and the simple and straightforward words of orcs even have a bit of elegance in her words. At least the humans led by the Far East magician have not spoken false words to them so far, Scar The two young werewolves beside them also looked at their patriarch eagerly.

It's just a guide, what's wrong with big breasts and big xx, patriarch?

Scar's face was cold, and he strode forward directly.

The area of ​​the barracks is not small. With the enrichment of many living facilities, the boundaries between the blocks have gradually become clear, and the general structure has also appeared. For those who come here for the first time, especially the orcs, there is no human special Explain that there are many things that are difficult to understand for a while.No matter how Scar felt about the female squadron leader, she did a good job as a guide, and many times they could get the answers they wanted without opening their mouths.In this way, they walked all the way to the depths. Apart from the various arrangements that can only be described as long-term plans, there are also sentry guards scattered everywhere. Although their real enemy is still far away at this time, human beings yesterday The entire outpost force of the opponent has been pulled out, and the camp itself is surrounded by mountains. There are only two ways in, the settlement is on the left, Sachel is on the right, and Hekel on the river bank can now be counted as There are more than five thousand allies, trained soldiers and other people living here. There are not many places safer than here, but the vigilance of these humans is surprisingly strict.When Scar wanted to enter certain areas, the humans with long guns had to check his badge before letting him go.

"Have there been spies?" Scar asked.

"Not yet." The woman said three steps away, her voice still clear, "Some people are always very curious about this place, although we usually open some places, but at this time, it's good for them to do so. It's kind of dangerous."

Scar thought of his destination, and after walking forward for a while, he said, "You know Sachel very well." You also know him well.

"Yes," said the woman, "because I lived in Sacher for two years."

Scar looked at her for the first time, and the woman smiled slightly, "I used to be your slave too."

"I haven't seen you before." No matter how indifferent Scar was to his slave, this height and figure would definitely impress him.

"Probably..." The woman laughed again, "Because I was still a man then."

Scar's two relatives looked at her with almost horrified eyes, but the woman did not explain further, but smiled and stretched out her hand to greet them, "This is it, Chief Scar, our weapon warehouse .”

The metal door shaft made a low friction sound, and the huge door leaf deeply sunken into the mountain slowly opened to both sides. The glimmer of light reflected in the thick darkness, and the cold iron mixed with oily air gushed out.