Take Taobao with you to another world

On the hilltop in the distance, the former head of the Tiger Clan stared stiffly at the last hope that had been surrounded by humans, and slowly shrank with his head in his arms.

A shaman with a rather old face came out of the crowd and came to a place not far from Takla. Among the shamans in white behind him were two staff-wielding orcs who were older than him. His white eyebrows trembled slightly, silently watching everything in front of him.

"Young human beings, you are their commander," he asked in a low voice, looking at Takla with mud-colored eyes under his long brown-white eyebrows. He spoke a very fluent werewolf language. For a long time after they were gone, the language of the Glacier Wolf Clan was the official language of the Orc Empire, and the Penitentiary also wanted to use this to determine the empire's own language, but later stopped this kind of work.

"I'm their captain," Takla said.

This statement is obviously different from the military positions known to ordinary orcs. The shaman looked at Takla's military uniform that was no different from other people, and said: "You are not the one who can make decisions, let Scar Nightmare come over. "

Takla smiled, and his sarcasm expression was particularly powerful. Looking at the barrier between the two that was already as thin as ice, and at the group of white-robed shamans standing upright, he said : "At this level, how long do you think it will last?"

His voice clearly penetrated the protective wall, and the shamans who were still silent looked stiff, but no one refuted him.

"We can still resist." The old shaman said calmly.

Takla looked calm, "You have already lost." So that sentence is not a threat or an emphasis, but a repetition of the reality in front of you.

"What are you going to do with us?" the old shaman asked.

"What treatment do you want?" Takla asked.

The shaman looked at Takla for a while, and then said: "I demand to preserve the lives and dignity of all shamans and nobles. After all, Scar Nightmare did not betray the empire. He should know that our death means a lot to the empire." What."

Takla tilted his head, "Ska Nightmare didn't betray your empire, your tens of thousands of troops came here for more than a month to attack a small tribe with a total number of less than [-], you should also know that this is a big deal for them. What does it mean?"

There was the sound of werewolf snorting in displeasure from the team behind Takla, and most of the orcs inside the shield had gloomy faces. The old shaman said: "That is a choice of different positions. Our penance must be on the side of the empire at all times. There is no right or wrong here, only one thing - we will not surrender to humanity."

Takla put his hands on his hips and looked at them with a half-smile. Before those orcs' expressions changed from gloomy humiliation to anger, he nodded, "No problem."

When the shelling in the valley stopped, the battle of the Sacher cavalry was not over yet, although in Scar's view this could only be called the finishing touches.The offensive launched by humans in the valley turned Lacerda's army into a flock of flocks. No matter whether it was a servant army in leather armor or an army of strong beasts in iron armor, their fragile bodies were almost indistinguishable from the intensive shelling. Without bows and arrows, without sharp blades, it was a war situation they had never imagined, and the human bombardment not only caused amazing damage in the army formation, but every time a shell landed, the violent explosion sound connected with the werewolf knight. The giant wolf is also unavoidably frightened, not to mention those mounts.

Almost all the orcs who can run out of the valley are infantry. Behind them is the terrifying continuous bombing. In front of them are werewolf knights holding high blades. Some fierce orcs can fight to the death, but more orcs just instinctively think To escape from this hellfire, there is no class, no order, and everyone runs the same way.

And to deal with these hasty prodigal dogs, the werewolves who have accumulated an unknown amount of experience for generations hardly need to think about it.Every time the knife flashes, someone falls down, and the scene of blood flying and screaming is not as thrilling as Yanzhong, but there is another kind of primitive and bloody cruelty. In it, the performance of two tall werewolves, one black and one white, is worse than theirs. The color of their coats is even more eye-catching, and the road they walked on was covered with blood.

Using blades and claws as whips, and corpses as circles, the werewolves used merciless means to stop the last turbulent flow of the orc army. Loud whistles were passed on to each other, and the knights of Biss, who were spreading a large net in the killing, came again. Closed the net port in the killing.

When the werewolves dealt with the fleeing orcs, the huge convoy that came with the orc army also tried to evacuate, but on their way back, another werewolf cavalry blocked the way. Their mounts were not ferocious giant wolves, but horses. He is also a godly horse. The armor on his body is exquisite and expensive. He is holding a longbow in his hand, and the knife on his waist is like ink, and the tip of the spear on the side of the horse is shining.The total number of carts in the entire convoy exceeds 500, and the number of people exceeds [-]. Even regardless of the women and servants who have no combat power, the total number of mercenaries from the Boys’ Army and various caravans is more than [-]. But in the face of the [-] cavalry blockade in this area, they would rather form a circle and stick to it, and no cart dared to move on.

Braland, whose expression was so gentle that he didn't look like a werewolf, stood in the middle of the road leaning on a bloody sword, facing the orcs and caravan private soldiers who gathered in front of him. He didn't move, and those people didn't dare to move. .

There are human talents in the convoy, judging from the smell in the wind, they are not too weak.Under Braland's unscrupulous pressure, they had already gathered and formed a circle behind the meat shield, but no one had shot yet.

No one dared to make the first move.

"Is this one of those two demon wolves?" Coulson asked softly, letting go of the branches and leaves blocking his view.

"Yes." The different pupil mage also replied in a low voice.

At this time, they huddled on a small hill some distance away from the two battlefields. The big trees they lived in could not really hide their figures. Even with the cover of obscuration and hallucinations, the two visitors from the north were still cautious.With the special ability of the different pupil mages, they left the caravan before the orc army entered the valley. Only a very few people in the caravan knew of Coulson's real identity. The operation went smoothly—they didn't get involved in the battle of either side, and as complete bystanders, they witnessed a war that was enough to shock all the strength talents on the mainland.

A lot has been gained, except that they can't go now.

"The werewolf patriarch also looks very strong, but the strongest one is indeed that one..." The pale-skinned blue-blooded nobleman looked up at the valley, but was suppressed by the different-eyed mage holding his head down, and at the same time Low warning.

"Don't stare directly, and don't call him by his title."

Ordinary people are afraid of gifted people. In their eyes, characters with power are like another species. Mystery leads to reverence and fear. The power of people gifted with power will be infinitely expanded by imagination. In the strict class of the gifted, the lower ranks have almost the same fear of the higher ranks.When a person is strong to a certain extent, the laws and morals of the world no longer have the power to restrain him, and any hostility may bring fatal consequences.

Coulson was quiet for a while, and then asked: "Why do those orc shamans seem to be completely unaware of his existence?"

The mage looked at him with his cat-like eyes. His name was not prominent among Lucia's gifted group, but as his discoverer and nurturer, it was impossible for this young nobleman not to know about him. How special is your ability.

Coulson sighed, "Sorry, I shouldn't have taken such a risk."

The mage with different pupils shook his head, turned sideways to the valley where death piled up, closed his eyes, he didn't use his innate ability, but the instinct as a mage to sense that place, except for the orc shamans who were quite strong. breath, he still can't feel other existence.But the devastating blow suffered by the orc army was not an illusion, nor was the terrifying look back when he and Coulson arrived at the position and cast their peeping eyes on the battlefield.

At that moment, he was like a lynx that thought it was well hidden, staring at the corner of the commotion and waiting for the prey to reveal its footprints, but when he looked up, he found the huge and ruthless pupils of the real predator, even if it was just a moment of staring , not only the terrible power gap, but also the urge to turn around and run away at that time.That gaze then turned away from them, but the invisible shackles remained, and the surrounding forces could easily break free, but as long as they were a little rational, they couldn't do so.

"Family of the law..." The different pupil mage muttered in a low voice, human beings who are favored by the law, such creatures, can they be called human beings?

The tip of the pen in Meravia's hand was hanging above the sand table, and she tapped somewhere on the outskirts of the valley, "There's another one here, it's better to pick them up."

"A threatening strength talent?" asked the woman opposite him.

"By your standards, it should be," said Meravia.

When a group of people walked down the ridge and walked towards the outside of the valley, Scar had also entered the valley.The ground was littered with the remains of dead people and mounts, so they walked in.Compared with Takla and the others, who had nothing on their bodies except the smell of gunpowder and soil and broken leaves, the blood-stained and murderous werewolves looked more like the creators of today's scene. Scar didn't have much blood on his body, but he was The golden-green eyes that seemed to burn swept across, and only one thing made the orcs in the protective circle instinctively take a defensive posture.

After listening to the requests of those shamans and orc generals, Scar sneered.

When he raised his left hand, the orcs shook a bit, but Ska just put the snow-sharp Thunder God Sword into the scabbard, and then turned to look at Takla and the elite survivors behind him.

"Hit," Scar said.

"What if I die?" Takla asked.

Scar looked into the circle, "Then collect the corpse."

The captain gave an order, and the long-awaited young people immediately assumed three shooting postures. At this time, no matter how stupid the orcs were, they should know that these humans were about to attack again. Most of them Neither believed that the long weapons in their hands could pose any threat to the shaman-even if they had consumed most of their power.But Scar Nightmare had given the permission to the human with short silver-gray hair, and they had only two choices before them.

There was a neat sound of the bolt being pulled.

Takla looked at the orc who was still hesitating, and raised a hand. Amid the sudden roar that was not human-like, the many orcs shackled in their shells looked back in horror, and the swollen figure of the blood-colored giant was reflected. On Takla's light-colored pupils, he looked at the rising monsters with an unchanged expression, and pointed to the knife and swung it down: "Let go!"

Amid the continuous gunshots, the transparent barrier only had a thin layer of ripples, and then a spiderweb-like texture appeared, which quickly disintegrated and disintegrated amidst the crackling sound of crazing, and nearly ten people The white-robed shaman collapsed pale, and was dragged by his companions to escape to both sides to avoid being trampled by the blood-colored giant beast from behind. The protective spell that protected their lives almost became a deadly cage at this moment. With the collapse of the battle formation, the wall formed by the condensed power quickly disintegrated into pieces and dissipated in the air. The height of them is higher than the three-story building in the settlement. They violently shake their heads, crush them with their hard bodies, and tear apart any creature that stands in front of them with their fangs and claws.

Someone laughed wildly behind his back, and the giant beast blocked his figure.

Ska clicked his tongue. Amidst the howling sound of an orc being grabbed and torn apart, he reached out and grabbed a werewolf beside him and threw it back. To deal with this kind of thing, most people would only get in the way, and press the other hand on it. Frost condensed on the sword hilt at his waist, and Scar, who was about to attack, suddenly stopped for a moment.He found that the boy named Takla and his men hadn't run away.

The short-haired boy also raised his gun, and everyone's posture was made of steel, and they raised the muzzle of their guns in silence.

There were not many obstacles left in front of them, and those huge monsters opened their mouths and roared, rumbling towards them.

"Come on." Takla said, pulling the trigger.

The high-temperature gas propels the golden bullet to leave the muzzle at an initial velocity of nearly 800 meters per second, penetrating through the petrified rough and hard skin of the blood-colored behemoth. The spinning steel-core bullet rolled in the soft and empty inside of the giant monster, tearing the strengthened muscle fibers and nerves that were as tight as silk, all the way embedded in the fragile bones.Each giant beast was hit with more than a dozen bullets, and even the movement paused for a while. The bullet holes were inconspicuous on their distorted bodies. Many orcs who were rushing to the surroundings did not even notice the damage they received. Two of the giant beasts The beast slowly raised its head, and the neck surrounded by two people was beating like a heart. The next moment, the bloody water like a sharp arrow tore through the layer of muscle and skin, and a nearly 20-meter-long line of blood flowed like an explosion. The blood spring, two huge heads were thrown far away at the same time.

In the background of screams, Takla and the team behind him unloaded shells and reloaded without a moment's pause, with the butts of their guns on their shoulders - and four giant beasts.

When the last monster fell, the broken neck was only two steps away from Takla at the front line. Even though he flashed fast, he was still drenched in blood, and someone behind him was even washed away and got up. When I couldn't bear it, I started to vomit.Ska carried two lifeless orcs from the back of the corpse of the giant beast to his followers, and then looked at Takla, who was bleeding from his hair to his sleeves, with disgusting eyes. The stench of corruption, but Takla just wiped his face with the sleeve on the other side, and walked towards him.