Take Taobao with you to another world

When they first heard the news of Sasheer's victory, the Beagle tribe didn't believe it.

Of course, compared to Sasheer, who is only separated by two tribal territories, these jackal orcs know less about the real power of the imperial capital, but they are not really stupid, as long as they have a little common sense, they should know that a person who meets In times of famine, the tribe that will send out cavalry to plunder, compared with the center of the empire that has existed steadily since the rift era, whoever is more powerful is the orthodoxy that should be supported.That thing about the Tiger Clan doesn't compare at all.

Therefore, after Sacher's fight for the throne spread to various territories last year, most of the tribes that had a slight relationship with Sacher cut off their contacts, and some tribes even responded to Lacerda's arrest. Ling sent a team to intercept, although it was not successful, but after the winter, there was news that the imperial capital was about to send out an army.The riverside pastures occupied by Sasheer are very lush. The tribe that failed to take credit for the head of Scar Nightmare decided to take another gamble and sent hundreds of warriors into the army of the imperial capital in order to share the victory after victory. After receiving some meat, these warriors were able to return... only one out of ten.

Not only did they fail, but they were also scared out of their wits. As long as they recalled the scene at that time, they could hardly even speak clearly. Terrible mages or shamans, the spells they cast caused the earth to shake, thunder bursts, and flames erupted everywhere. They didn't even see the enemy, and fled in all directions like sheep under the eagle's claws.

Even if some patriarchs are willing to believe in their own warriors, it is hard not to think that this is an involuntary exaggeration after they lose their courage. These descriptions should happen on the other side, not the imperial army with the power of a great shaman.All the orcs who have seen the marching formation of the imperial capital's army admit that this is definitely the largest military operation of the empire in decades. The troops extend to the end of the line of sight, and even if they kill one by one, it will take several days. Completely broken?

But this is not the nonsense of individual orcs, they not only searched for more rout soldiers, but also some women who escaped back, some of them didn't even understand what happened at all, only heard the continuous huge shocks There was a sound, and the heart felt like it was about to jump out of the throat from a long distance away. Most importantly, everyone was very sure that the army of the empire had completely failed, and Sacher had won a complete victory.

Tens of thousands of lives were lost on the banks of the river, but before mourning for those dead warriors and clansmen, the tribes that participated in the incidents of last year and this year were already afraid of the sudden growth of Sacher's power, and feared the possible revenge And day and night are hard.These glacier wolves who moved to the border of the empire a hundred years ago are not very stingy, but they are definitely not generous, especially when it comes to major matters such as the survival of the tribe, it is impossible for any tribe to be willing to be generous and merciful.Maybe the imperial capital will take follow-up actions, but mobilizing the army is a waste of manpower and material resources. No one knows when the next war will be. The imperial capital is too far away, and Sasheer is too close to them.

Bigger is not as enthusiastic about death-eating and profit-sharing as those Jackals and Badgers. As Jackals, they are more concerned about their own survival and offspring. They don't have much spare power and ambition. As a medium-sized tribe, their strength appears to be real. Somewhat weak, and that leaves them with little choice in big moments.So they were also coerced to contribute to the power of the tribe.When the news of the imminent arrival of the Sachel messenger reached the ears of Patriarch Bigel, what the sad-faced middle-aged jackal thought was "here it is" and "it's over".

The only thing he hoped for was that Sacher would have the patience to listen to his excuses and the tolerance to surrender. At least in terms of blood, the Jackals are closer to them than the Jackals and Badgers. They have not acted out of line for many years, not to mention two years of continuous experience. During the war, Sacher may need to expand their team of allies... Patriarch Bigel rushed to the front of the tribe with his wife, children and elders. Just as he swept away the floating dirt on a section of the road with a broom made of thatch, Sacher's emissary team Appeared on the other side of the mountain road.

Everyone cast their eyes on the past... Looking at the fantastic team.

They seem to have never seen such a cavalry team composed of white horses without a single hair. Each horse is tall and vigorous, with neatly trimmed manes, bright eyes, and red saddles reflecting the softness. The leather is shiny, and the stirrups are shiny, just like the armor of the knight on the horse, so exquisite that it is dazzling.What a beautiful armor that is!Every arc is as round as heavenly made, and the twists and turns of the runes are profound and wonderful, so brand new and smooth, reflecting the sunlight that it is hard to look directly at them, the scales of the wall covering all the way to the backs of the knights' hands, they hold the reins in one hand and the other in the other. Some kind of cross-shaped weapon is tied, and a long sword is slung around the waist. The wide engraved scabbard cuts off the cold light of the blade, and the hook on the side of the saddle is not equipped with a spear gun, but look at the sturdy werewolf knights. With their physique and sharp expression, thinking of their big victory not long ago, this messenger team is not only showing their majesty, but may be able to go into battle immediately when necessary.

Many jackal tribe members of the Beagle tribe watched the team approaching with trepidation. The leading knight took off his helmet, revealing his white hair, and looked down at the jackal patriarch coldly with his light blue eyes.

"My Bos Hanye, I'm here on behalf of the Patriarch Ska Nightmare and the Far East Sorcerer. Your Excellency is the Patriarch of the Beagle Tribe, Dura Fengzu?"

"Yes... yes, I am!" Patriarch Bigel replied in a panic.

The white-haired knight stretched out his hand and made a simple gesture, and the silent cavalry behind him dismounted in unison. Their hard-soled riding boots stepped on the ground neatly, stirring up a small cloud of smoke. Perth Hanye He also got off his horse and took two steps forward. He bowed his head slightly and said calmly, "Good day, Patriarch Dula."

When the other clansmen were stunned by this situation, Patriarch Bigel was the patriarch after all, and he immediately reacted, bowed back in panic and somewhat inexplicably, then raised his head and said: "Our humble and weak tribe has never received any kind For such a distinguished envoy, if there was any rudeness in the past, we are willing to do our best to make up for our mistakes, and if there are other orders, we are also willing to serve a powerful tribe like Sacher."

"Thank you for your hard work, Patriarch Dura." Boss said flatly, "We came here without any malice. As we all know, our family has just experienced a war before. Thanks to the protection of the beast god, justice and victory stand on our side at the same time." One side. In order to celebrate the victory, as well as to reward the meritorious service and inspire the warriors, our family decided to hold a Musa meeting with our allies. All victors will receive generous rewards. In order to show the majesty and magnanimity, we wait for the special nobles to come, Invite all the tribes to share the event."

"...Well, although it is difficult for our tribe to take on such an honor," Patriarch Bigel said in a cold sweat, "we absolutely dare not refuse the nobleman's call."

"Please don't worry. Frankly speaking, we have no intention of invading the territory and population of other tribes." Perth said, "The patriarch only needs to lead his people to come, and don't worry about the rest."

Chief Bigger could only respond: "Yes, yes, we must arrive on time."

"Besides," Boss said again, the patriarch Bigger looked at him and turned his head backwards, and a werewolf knight came over holding a beautiful wooden box, and Boss took the wooden box in his hand and handed it to Biggle Patriarch, "This is a gift from Patriarch Ska Nightmare and the Far Eastern magician to the Beagle Tribe."

Chief Bigger took it with both hands, "I'm very sorry, our tribe is too poor, but if the nobles don't mind, we are willing to offer fifty horned sheep, thirty black cows and ten horses to Chief Scar Nightmare... "

"No need." Boss said, "We are only here to pass on the invitation. Since Patriarch Dura has no objection, then we should go to the next destination."

Of course Biggle's patriarch couldn't keep this team, not to mention he didn't really want to keep it.When the back of Sachel's envoy completely disappeared from sight, Chief Bigger lowered his head and opened the wooden box in his hand. A set of double swords lay quietly on the smooth black fur. Chief Bigger let his son Holding the box, he pulled out a dagger from the leather sheath.

The silver sword was clean and cold. Patriarch Bigger touched the blade, and soon blood dripped from his finger, and he took a light breath.

In fact, Perth's companions are not always on airs. When walking on the wilderness among the tribes, they will take off part of their armor, relax their faces, and comment on the previous experience in rough language. tribe, and then cursed the next tribe to go to - if it wasn't for the intention of the sorcerer and the patriarch, why should those guys who wanted to get involved in the war get their courtesy?And those small tribes who have no intention and ability to participate, they are so weak, they are not worth their energy at all.As the envoy, Boss had been listening to their words expressionlessly, while the deputy envoy, Aka, had a helpless expression, but his appearance...couldn't reveal any complex expressions.

Aka rode his horse close to Perth and said, "The next one is the Luoka tribe of the jackal tribe."

Burs said, "Yes."

"I don't think they'll be obedient..."

"Isn't that just right?" said Burth.

"Yes, I think so too," said Akka.

As one of the enthusiastic contributors to the previous wars, the Loka tribe treated the Sachel envoy very attentively. In words, their eyes kept lingering on the equipment of the horses and knights, and the eagerness in their expressions was stronger than that of the previous ones. Any tribe is strong.The werewolves remained calm, just exchanging glances with each other.Perth's words were still as simple as before. This time he was not like other small and medium tribes, who only announced and gave gifts outside the tribe. Under the repeated pleadings of the head of the Luoka tribe, he and Aka took half of the troops on the spot and were forced to They flocked into the tribal settlements.

To express respect to the guests, the patriarch of Luoka held out their best milk wine.Boss took the skull wine bowl and put it down after smelling it.

The smile on Patriarch Loka's face disappeared immediately, and he looked tentatively at the white-haired werewolf opposite, "What? Is our wine not to your liking?"

"Yes," said Burth.

"Although there is nothing amazing about our Loka, only the skill of brewing milk wine is still outstanding among the surrounding tribes..."

Boss didn't speak, and the werewolf knight who was signaled by his eyes went outside the big tent, and when he came back, he had an extra clay pot in his hand.When the glue that sealed the clay pot fell to the ground, the Loka patriarch's wandering eyes in the tent stopped. He watched the mouth of the simple pot tilt, and the clear wine liquid was poured into a round cup as white as snow, and then pushed to his face.

"This is our wine," said Boss, "to share with you."

The strong smell of wine filled his nose. The patriarch of Loka looked at the glass of wine for a moment, then picked it up with a smile, and said in an admiring tone: "I have never seen this before, amazing wine... ah."

Like an accident, the porcelain cup slipped from the hands of Patriarch Luoka. Although he caught the cup in time, all the wine spilled on the ground in his hand, and the fragrant fragrance became more intense. The surrounding jackals Involuntarily showing a regretful expression, Loka's patriarch apologized again and again, Boss didn't even move his eyebrows, and slowly said: "Why don't you drink this glass of wine, Loka's patriarch?"

He looked at the patriarch of the jackal clan on the opposite side with sharp eyes, "Are you worried that we will also inject poison into the wine?"

The patriarch of Loka's face changed drastically, and he immediately turned his head and shouted: "Do it!" At the same time, he turned over and rolled under the earth bed. The werewolf knights inside rushed forward, and the sound of footsteps and orders came from outside the tent.Boss was still sitting cross-legged on the couch, looking coldly at the jackals who were slashing at him with a knife. He turned his wrists and held the crossbow in his hand almost instantly. When he pulled the trigger, the short black arrow whizzed out and sank into the ground in an instant. The visitor's throat.The patriarch of the jackal clan who was retreating outside the big tent watched in amazement when Bosi raised his hand again. Feeling the danger, he hurriedly grabbed a clansman to block him. His reaction was quick, but the arrow was faster and sharper. At the same time that the steel arrow pierced his brain through his ear canal, the jackal who was used as a shield was cut off his sternum by a Bis knight, and the two fell to the ground together.

After a while, all the jackals in the big tent were dead and wounded. Perth stepped down from the couch, and the rest of the werewolf knights began to rush out. Perth walked up to the patriarch of the jackal clan who was dead but still staring, and bent over. He went down and grabbed his braids and dragged the corpse up. After a dull sound, he flicked the blood on the knife face, and walked out of the tent with his head in his hands.

A sharp whistle rushed into the clear sky, and Aka, who was guarding outside the tribe, looked at the white smoke exploding in the air. Without much words, the werewolf knights who had already dressed up followed him on horseback, with hooves galloping, and the wind headed towards him. When they arrived, everyone's face was full of fanaticism for war, and the whole team was like a newly tempered spear point, piercing the turbulent tribe in front of them.

Many jackals rushed out. This is their tribe. Before Sacher's team came, they had prepared their traps. They were numerous and fearless, but this time they all came together with humans. The trained elite werewolf knights were not only proficient in riding skills and firm in will, but more importantly, their equipment was fundamentally different from those who still wore animal skins.When the jackals raised their bows and fired arrows once, the werewolf on horseback had already shot several arrows with the sound of the machine bracket, and the speed of changing the arrow box was astonishing. The long knife cuts down easily.These werewolf knights were not hindered by the terrain in the tribe at all, with horseshoes like the wind, a group of people fell down like weeds every time they passed, and when they rushed all the way like breaking reeds, even greater chaos spread from the tribe .

"The patriarch was killed!"

"The young patriarch was also held hostage!"

"No one can stop them!"

Hearing the sound of approaching hooves, Boss watched his companions approaching obliquely from both sides, firing another round of crossbow arrows, driving the surrounded jackals away like domestic animals. He turned his head to look at him with a terrified expression The robust jackal female who was intertwined with anger laughed.

"Only you are left."

The werewolf knights regrouped and formed a solid defensive circle around them. The noisy voices gradually moved away from them. The sun shone on Perth's white hair, and the blood stained on it had not yet condensed. In such a warm season, he Like a demon of ice and snow, he said in an almost gentle tone: "Are you now the new patriarch, establishing a new relationship for your tribe, or will you be buried with your father and the whole tribe?"