Take Taobao with you to another world

The riot in the prisoner camp was not surprising. They had been imprisoned for so long, and many people had already calmed down. It's not like they couldn't feel the big move of Sacher as a whole.It's just that even if the werewolves feel that these guys are a burden, it doesn't mean they should just let them run away.

The riot happened on the second day after the tribe had almost migrated. Before that, the surrounding guards had been a little lax. The main messenger of the riot had already been optimistic about the path. The weapons were all confiscated, but they still managed to get some barbed wire from the outer fence and fix them on the wooden sticks.

The escape could be considered smooth at the beginning. With the help of the faint starlight, the pried loose barbed wire piles collapsed in pieces, stepping on the obstacles that once imprisoned them and other orcs who were sleeping staggeringly, the group of orcs fled all the way to the river bank. The few guards encountered along the way were knocked down by them, and their weapons were also snatched. Behind them, someone blew a long whistle to wake up other sleeping prisoners, encouraging more people to follow and flee, creating a chaotic momentum .

As far as escape efforts go, they did pretty much all they could, the problem is that werewolves own the land.

But in just a few breaths of time, raging fires ignited around the prison camp. The bright flames illuminated the panicked faces of the orcs inside the barbed wire, and also saw the backs of the orcs running wildly in the distance. The commotion spread, and then With hasty footsteps, groups of werewolves in light armor emerged from the darkness, some of them spread out to the outer edge of the prisoner camp, and the other part followed the opened gap in a team of ten and entered the prisoner camp with sharp knives in hand.Many orcs were awakened before, some of them reacted quickly, and some were still ignorant. Seeing the backs of others running forward one after another and the shouts in their ears, the ignorant ones were coerced by the understanding, They also started to run instinctively. Some orcs ran out of the gap, and more of them encountered the gleaming blade head-on.

After chopping down dozens of orcs who couldn't dodge, the werewolves waved their blood-stained long knives and threatened those frightened orcs to return to the isolation area. Behind them, more werewolves rode giant wolves and hung lanterns. It appeared in the middle of the night, and chased all the way in the direction where the orcs fled at first.

The animal claws rustled through the grass blades, and the whizzing sound of piercing the air chased the panicked steps. Occasionally, someone fell down with a scream, but more people buried their heads and fled in the direction of the bridge. Knight Bees followed closely behind. Chasing after them, those who fell behind were either shot or cut down, but finally a group of orcs led by them caught up to the bridge. among.

The fierce arrow wind brushed the side neck of the one-eyed lion family, and the stinging and sticky touch came. He clenched the mace in his hand and did not turn his head back. Although the river is wide, it does not take too much time to pass. , as soon as they reach the other side, they disperse—

Bits of fire emerged from the darkness.

The Lion Clan stopped abruptly, and rows of torches lit up on the opposite bank. Seeing the Fox Clan gathered at the bridge pointing arrows at them, he took a step back, and the orcs beside him roared in despair and anger, He turned his head and looked at the werewolf knights approaching from the other end. With a turn of his eyes, he retreated to the side of the bridge railing, reached out his hand to hold the thick iron chain, turned around and jumped off.

The sound of falling into the water was unobtrusive amidst the screams and cursing. The fox clan blocked the other side, and the Bis knights forced themselves onto the bridge. Putting it down, the commander of the Hekel tribe asked the tribe to put away their bows and arrows. He glanced at the black werewolf who had passed through many knights and came to the front with disgust.

Scar stood on the bridge, looking at the dark water reflected by the fire, and snorted.

He stretched out his hand, and a werewolf handed over the saber. Ska weighed it, held the handle with his backhand, and plunged into the gap of the bridge under his feet like lightning. Someone groaned under the bridge. The werewolf rushed to the other side and threw the noose downstream.

The wet Lion Clan was pulled out of the water, and the werewolf forcefully forced him to kneel in front of Scar. At this time, extra words had no effect. He struggled to raise his head, and stared at Patriarch Sacher on the opposite side.

Scar stepped on his injured shoulder and looked down at him, "You're pretty brave."

The Lion Clan didn't say a word.

"Whose son are you?" Scar asked.

The Lion Clan was silent for a moment before saying one by one: "——Padra Kato Laksha Mountain of the Brave."

"That crazy guy?" Skar said, and snorted, and the Leonine struggled violently, but in vain, so he started yelling, cursing, and Skar let go of his feet needlessly, and the other werewolves would beat him After being tied up on the bridge and pulled up, Scar glanced at the other captives who were showing signs of depression.

"Kill it, patriarch?" A werewolf said, "It is considered as a sacrifice for the migration of the tribe."

Scar touched his chin, "No need."

After thinking about it, he said, "Give them to that magician too."

"Wouldn't that make them more comfortable?" Some people complained. Werewolves don't have the word "humanity". They only know that Far East magicians hardly kill people, and apart from hard work, life in the settlement is much better than outsiders. Even if these guys are sent there, doing some coolies is not a punishment.

"I think it will be interesting." Scar said to the centurion, "He has always been good at this... I want to see what kind of boy he can turn into."

Before leaving, Scar turned his head, and his gaze stayed for a moment on the opposite land that was shrouded in darkness.

In the Hekel tribe, the white-robed shaman standing in front of the hut stared at the flames of the fading figure and remained silent.

The impact of this incident on Sacher's original place is that the captives were re-selected and identified, the damaged fence was erected again, the guards were strengthened, and the punishment for "disobedient" behavior was increased. This is only a temporary treatment, and more needs to be done. Further communication with humans - to put it bluntly, the werewolves want them to take charge.They didn't see anything wrong with the idea, and they didn't think humans would reject it.

Humans did not refuse.

But for now, a new life is more important to the werewolves.

Scar only stared at the situation on Sasheer's side, and handed over the colony to the thousands and centurions. If they hadn't insisted on confronting humans, then there was nothing they could do to intervene in this process. .When humans deal with this matter, they are completely in the style of magicians: luxurious, meticulous, and there are almost no omissions, not to mention the residence itself, which circles the entire new residence, and can go to other areas of the settlement. I was also surprised, but Li Hong explained that this kind of transportation actually has many problems, such as slow speed, bad smell, and too loud sound. Grid" project together.

He pointed to the street lights. "Like them."

Scar twitched the corners of his mouth, and the other werewolves showed expressions that they must have been very powerful even though they didn't understand what was going on.

Because of the distribution of containers, there were families who had not been resettled at night for two days. In order to deal with various situations that may occur, the working team will leave some people in the place of residence and walk through the area they are in charge of every time. Every house, come to solve the troubles that the werewolf can't solve by himself, mainly about "water" and "fire".And the new residence is not a house where only people live. There are people preparing food in the cafeterias at every intersection. After a certain period of time, they will provide food to werewolves who are too late to prepare food, even if it is limited to five days. Great convenience.

Most of these things happened after nightfall. Although there are oil lamps in the house, they do not rely on them for lighting at night.The werewolves were no longer familiar with the settlements, and they had heard of the "electric lights" that could light up without kerosene. Some werewolves who had worked in the settlements had also experienced their convenience, but when dusk fell, hundreds of lights The street lamps were all turned on at the same time, and the blazing brilliance reflected on both sides of the avenue, forming a vertical and horizontal patch. After the entire new residence was shrouded in a warm yellow light, language seemed to be the weakest thing.Not only the outside, but some of the rooms where the switch was pressed by curiosity also lit up. The human explanation was quickly remembered by them. The land wrapped in light can't help but think of the heavenly world mentioned in the myth.

Even if they eventually returned to darkness before long, the splendor would still imprint on the hearts of the people.

Scar was walking on a road that could allow at least four horses to run at the same time. His gaze shifted from the stone pillars and streetlights to the cover of the sewer, and then to the door of the house. The unified system gave a strong sense of regular beauty at a glance. But for the occupants, there is a possibility that they may not recognize the door of the house, especially the werewolves who have just entered this kind of life, so many signs are hung in front of the door.At the same time, there is a huge clay pot full of soil beside the door of each house, and there are many newly transplanted plants.The types of plants are different, and some are even just ordinary weeds.

Scar knew that these were dug up by the tribe when they returned to the tribe. It was not spontaneous, but a suggestion from human beings.No matter how good the condition of the settlement is, no matter how close it is to Sachel, the huge contrast with the past life will make the werewolves feel that they are in a different place for a long time. The homeland and plants from the tribe can prevent people from being too lost , both appeasement and commemoration.

"It's just horrifying," Keir whispered to Scar about the incident.

Scar looked into the distance and didn't respond immediately.

If only one person is so meticulous, that person is undoubtedly capable. If a group of people are like this, it is not just capable.

So, is there anything bad about this life?Keel couldn't tell.The vast majority of the tribesmen he met were satisfied with these. Human intentions did not displease them at all, not to mention that these were originally chosen by them.All the contracts signed by the Sasheer tribe and the human magicians are completely voluntary, and the benefits they have obtained are too many for people to refuse, land and military protection, this is what humans have obtained from them.

Kiel knew that Far East magicians not only gave preferential treatment to werewolves, the living conditions of human beings in settlements might be worse than they are now, but as long as they have time, magicians would let them get all of this as well.As a ruler, the magician's generosity can only be found in ancient legends, and his purpose can be said to be frank: he wants to build an ideal city in this place.For this purpose, humans and werewolves make no difference to him.

Other than that, the sorcerer didn't show his pursuit of any personal desires, including power, but they were like flowing water, naturally gathered in his hands.The last time Kiel saw those tribesmen who acted as the assistants of humans, they are different from when they were in the tribe. Not only have they accepted most of the rules of human settlements, but the restlessness in their speech is decreasing or even disappearing. , they still care about the tribe, but the topic has increasingly shifted to life in the settlement today and the work they do themselves.

There are some topics that he can no longer get into.

And when did they first come to the settlement?

As the sun gradually centered, Li Hong also bid farewell to Scar. He was no stranger to the patriarch, and the new residence was now Sacher's territory, so he didn't need any more interference.When only the werewolves were left, they seemed a lot more comfortable. As for the pharmacist...the pharmacist couldn't be counted on the human side.

There are several large intersections in this new residential area. The buildings on the corners are not residential buildings, but three-story buildings with a much larger area. From the window, you can see that the upper two floors are empty. Only the first floor has been used. On the first floor, apart from the cafeteria that no longer provides free food, there is also an activity room with wooden billiards and other recreational equipment, but there are not many werewolves who can play - they have only been here for a few days.

When they came to the nearest room, Scar casually glanced around, leaned on a table at random, picked up a cue, and looked up at the clansmen who were discussing lunch.

"Which of you is going to a human school?" he said.

The talking gradually died down, and the werewolves looked at him a little confused.

"'School'?" someone asked.

"Is that the place where humans teach people? What are we going to do?"

"Isn't that where children should be?"

Someone directly said: "We want to enter the human barracks and master their weapons called 'cannons'."

Kiel and Aka turned their heads to look at the centurion at the same time. Many people responded to his words, and then went to look at their patriarch, but saw the corner of Scar's mouth curled up.

"Only you?" he said.

The pharmacist took out his pocket watch, looked at the sky, then at the people whose atmosphere was different from before, turned around and walked out.

When he and a few people came back carrying or carrying large pots of food, they heard a bang just as they entered the door. In the middle of a regular semicircle, Aka and Kiel lifted several werewolves from the ground. Scar was still leaning against the edge of the table, holding the cue with one hand, and kneeling in front of him was a young werewolf with fast-moving cheekbones. Red and swollen.

"Understood?" Scar asked calmly.

"We were wrong." Mona said embarrassingly, "We were wrong, Patriarch. I was too excited, and I shouldn't be disrespectful to you."

Scar sneered.

"A bunch of idiots." He threw away the cue and walked towards the pharmacist, "This is still the time when you can choose."