Take Taobao with you to another world

The moments of joy are always short-lived, even if they are mixed with controversy, confrontation, and bloodshed.The last contestant with a bruised nose and a swollen face finally climbed up from the fighting stage, and the bell that symbolized the end of the tournament also rang after that.

There will be no more match arrangements for tomorrow, all ranking competitions have been settled, and the power comparison between the tribes has been judged by numbers. Whether they are willing or not, these foreign orcs are more involved in this conference than they expected.Sasheer and their human allies oppressed these tribes like never before, but at the same time gave them preferential treatment like never before.During the period of living in Sacher, except for the very few followers brought by the leader, those orc warriors could not find a slave or servant to call on, but they did not feel much inconvenience because of this: the food they took for themselves often exceeded their Expect, the accommodation is bright and spacious, people who like a dark sleeping environment can also be unaffected, someone regularly replaces clean water and cleans the room, and they are never bored - there are enough games in the sports field and hall every day.

The stratus clouds were ignited by the sinking sunset, the sky was brilliant, and the golden light spread all over the earth, and the hall was also bathed in a warm light.The dinner was over, but there were much more orcs sitting in the seats than before. There was only one thing they needed to recharge their batteries, and that was the journey back to the tribe.At such a time, even some guys who are facing each other on the field can sit down and make an appointment for the next contest with someone who is still pleasing to the eye.However, this kind of same-sex dating only happens among orcs. Half of the top ten in the fighting competition are humans, which is really unacceptable to the conceited orcs.Their bones and muscles are not as strong as them at all, but those black-haired boys can overwhelm them in terms of strength, and they are agile and skilled. Most of the time, they lose even before they can use the ultimate move that will be judged to violate the rules. Contest, the most troublesome thing is that they can not be affected by any provocation.

When the situation happened for the first time, what the loser got was the ridicule and humiliation of the same kind, but when similar scenes were repeated every day, the ridicule turned into a common enemy, and every victory against human beings became a carnival, Even if the winner is not any of these foreign orcs.They could see that Sachel's werewolves were full of fighting spirit and went all out, but the five humans still stood until the end.

When the ranking was determined after the game, the orcs in the audience looked at them with hatred in their eyes, but they laughed indifferently, holding hands and holding them up high, as if how many people here are really happy for them... Well, and Sachel's werewolf reluctantly claps for them.

It is said that they still have stronger humans, which proves that these humans have undergone obvious and rigorous training. It is unknown whether their masters have also come here. got used to.When a brown-haired man in gray clothes walked through the hall, the orcs on the road only glanced at him at most.

Where there are people, there are groups. Sachel's werewolves did not live in this building like these foreign orcs, and the place where they gathered was also faintly separated from other people. Here, Mander received much more welcome than before. , they have long been familiar with this human who has a large team of craftsmen, and he naturally sat down at a table.

Mona squinted at him.

Mander himself took out the glass and a small can of wine, and then said to him with some surprise: "Oh, don't you still mind my unquestionable first name?"

"I'm not talking to you," Mona said.

"But you didn't refuse my drink, did you?" Mander said.

Mona reached out to him with a straight face.While they were drinking, Boss on the opposite side asked, "Is the game over there too?"

"Of course." Mander said, "it started much later than this side, but it's also much simpler. No matter which side, all sports are actually compared with the ability of people to hunt and kill prey..." He Laughed, "It's just that we can be more complicated now, but also more effective."

"I'd really like a 'gun,' too," said Mona, staring at Mander.

Mander looked curiously at the young werewolf who seemed to have forgotten what he said, and smiled sullenly. He spread his hands, "Sorry, I didn't either."

"But your status is very high, higher than many people." Mona said.

"It has nothing to do with status," Mander said. "Neither I nor my duty require killing people, so I can't."

Mona frowned, thinking about his words slowly, Boss picked up the can of wine and sniffed it, then put it down speechlessly, Mander said, "Actually, it's not strong, is it?"

"But you definitely need to protect yourself," Mona said.

"That's another part of the job," Mander said.

"There is no conflict." Mona said, although the young centurion was a little drunk, his mind had not been completely paralyzed, "You...should not depend on others, any good hunter should Always be aware of the dangers around you."

"Yes, you are quite right." Mander poured him another glass of wine.

Mona happily drank it.

Mander then went on to talk to Burth about the race over at the colony's barracks.The artillery team consumed a lot of ammunition in the previous war and suffered the only loss of personnel. Their competition was not lively, and the main comparison was the actual operation; Outstanding, but the competition in the barracks was no less enthusiastic and exciting; the physical events made Mander very emotional, all of them were completely different from the past; as for shooting——

"...It's really a pity that he didn't play," Mander said with a smile, "However, he is indeed very talented, even a little too extraordinary, so it is not fair to other hardworking people... After the final , he gathered them together, and 'demonstrated' all the shooting content in front of them. It's hard for me to say whether they admired him more or hated him more... It is said that he threatened them before the game, and his performance was too bad The guy is going to do a goddamn dance in front of everybody, you must have no idea what a goddamn thing that is, because he's making them take their pants off first and then spread their legs and put their hands on their hips..."

Boss also laughed, "If it was me, I would find an unknown time to beat him..."

"It's a pity that no one has succeeded so far..."

The twilight gradually deepened, and the number of orcs in the hall decreased a lot. Mona lay down on the table, and Boss and Mander changed the topic. They seemed to have no intention of leaving for the time being, and neither did the werewolves beside them.

Mande looked at the time, "It's about to start."

Boss stroked the timer in his hand with his thumb, "Has the magician arrived yet?"

Mander said, "Yes. Not so long ago."

While they were talking, some who were not of the Orcs had arrived.They built a low platform again, some people moved the tables and spliced ​​them into a huge long table, some people adjusted the positions of the tables and chairs, some people put the huge batteries in every corner, erected the poles, hung the light bulbs, Then turned on the power.

Except for that night, the orcs who had never experienced electric lighting almost jumped up. They looked at the suddenly brightened surroundings in surprise and confusion, and then were distracted by a series of sounds from above. After a series of shouts and knocks on the door, The orcs who were about to rest were called out of the room, and under the urging of the patriarch and others, they walked down in groups, with the same surprised and confused expressions on their faces.

Boss stood up, nodded to him, and glanced at Mona who was rolling the can again, "Let him wake up."

Mander said there was no difficulty, and then looked at Mona maliciously.

When they sat in their seats, the orcs were still discussing.

"Night of the covenant?"

"Isn't there an alliance already?"

"Did something happen?"

But seeing the humans around them, they felt that this might not be a bad thing.

On the low platform, the surface of the square table has been re-covered with a dark tablecloth. There is a steel base in the center, and two square flags hang diagonally from the base. They are all red...embroidered with different golden patterns.

The people who arranged the meeting retreated one by one and took their seats next to the werewolves. Mande smiled and nodded to them, while reaching to the side, wiped something under Mona's nose and on both sides of the temples, and then the young werewolf hissed. He stood up abruptly, and desperately wiped the place he touched, but this only made the scope of the stimulation wider. After accidentally touching the corner of his eye, his tears spurted out all at once.

Mander turned his face away, shaking his shoulders.

Boss stood under the stage, surrounded by all the tribal leaders. They looked at the long table on the stage, then looked outside the hall, and then turned their heads to whisper.

Then, the bell rang again.

The long chime of the bell shook the air, and the voices of the orcs gradually died down. Mona finally passed the most uncomfortable period of time. When he was about to teach Mander a lesson in a murderous look, the man's expression suddenly became serious.Mona followed his gaze and saw several people coming from the aisle among the tables and chairs.

Pharmacist walked behind Scar, and in front of that tall and extremely handsome young man was——

"Far Eastern magician..."

"Is this the Far Eastern magician?"

The tribal leaders whispered that through various direct or indirect channels, they have long been known to this human talent, but today is the first time they have faced each other directly.There are also a few people who are not the first time, and the four tribal chiefs just watched silently.

The orcs sitting on the bench also turned their heads one after another, like the grassland being blown by the wind.The patriarch of Sachel seldom showed up at the Musa Conference, but everyone knew from the rumors in the past that he was very fond of a human pharmacist. Scara Nightmare, who was dressed in black, looked heroic and extraordinary, which made him look even more powerful. Narrator: The pharmacist with red eyes is slender. The young man who completed this building with many craftsmen is the most recognizable among all humans. There is also a guy with short silver-gray hair and a smile at the corner of his mouth that is as sharp as his eyebrows. , and the man among them, he looks only a little taller than the pharmacist, with steady steps, short black hair, and the same black eyes... Most of the orcs who saw those eyes lost their minds for a moment , and then quickly looked away from this as a mysterious spell of a talented person, no longer looking directly at his face.

Even those tribal leaders are the same.When the two sides greeted each other, facing the sorcerer's quiet gaze, none of them had any extra words, and Scar Nightmare was by his side, and no one asked the human sorcerer to restrain his strength.

They came to the stage one by one from both sides, Scar Nightmare was in the center, Boss was at his side, the Far East magician was on the left, and the strange silver-gray haired youth stood behind him, and the other tribal leaders were seated first by the patriarch of the Kanlar tribe. , and the rest stood aside temporarily.This set of rituals has never been seen before. There is no witness of the beast god, no sacrifice, no sacrifice, and even no loud announcement. Only more than 1000 pairs of eyes in the audience witnessed all this.

The white-haired pharmacist and the handsome young man put down a leather-bound covenant book at both ends of the square table. Although they were both human beings, the succinct instructions of the young man with his black hair tied into thick black long braids surprised the tribal leaders. Convincing, the vocabulary of the orcs is scarce, and the language of the human side is also short. They quickly left an effective mark on the alliance letter. The Far East Warlock and the Patriarch Sacher have also signed, and the next step is the exchange between the two sides. .

The content of the covenant text was the same, but dozens of tribal leaders signed it one by one, and the ceremony lasted for a while.When the last patriarch got up from the chair, the documents in the hands of the Far East magician had already piled up in a thick pile. Scar put the pen on the table and stood up.

Several werewolves brought up the wine bowls held on wooden trays. Scar reached out and took a bowl, and held it up downwards, "The covenant has been established, each wishes for a long time, and each wishes for a long time!"

The rest of the tribal leaders also raised their bowls to wish, and after drinking it all, Scar said: "If you break your oath—" The pottery bowl exploded under his feet, and Scar looked calm, "Just like it."

Yun Shen silently drank the rice wine in the bowl, he hadn't finished it yet... Ska put one hand on the long sword at his waist, looked around, "Starting tomorrow, Sacher and the Human Alliance will open all transactions to the outside world! Weapons, all the weapons you have ever seen! Wine, as much wine as a lake! Ration and meat, cloth and ornaments, here it is! Starting tomorrow, innumerable products will be brought here, and they will be piled up on wooden racks , occupying the ground, within reach... No need to be deceived by human caravans, anyone who is friendly with Sacher can come here, and obtain any items he needs in a fair and proper way!"

His voice was heard clearly all the way to the end of the crowd, "We have obtained the law of abundance and opened it to you! Freedom and wealth should not be hindered in any way, I welcome you!"

Finally, he stretched out his finger to the outside of the wall, huge flames ignited one after another on the flat land, illuminating the shadowy crowd, as if there was music coming from afar.

"This is the last night, the stars and the moon are shining, the wine is boundless, let's go to the carnival!"

Lured by wine, meat and a warm atmosphere, more and more orcs joined the ongoing bonfire party. Humans didn't mind their coming, and they didn't even look at them strangely. There were some beastmen in their ranks. Human ears stick up on the top of the head.The melody that haunted them resounded through the night sky again. After a few rounds of drinking, some orcs stood up and squeezed into the arm-in-arm crowd around the campfire, and danced in circles together.Their initial clumsiness elicits some good-natured laughs, but soon enough, they blend in with the others, and there's no difference.

Various bright and joyful melodies are constantly changing with the interest of the band. Although the main body is some tambourines, flutes and rattles, interspersed with a very small number of stringed instruments, the same joy remains unchanged.The two boys got through the crowd and entered the inner layer, staring at each other as if they were fighting and started dancing. Several girls stood outside laughing and applauding for them. Whistles sounded from all around. A dancing tribe, the circle got bigger and more young people joined those two guys.

Laughter and applause rose to the sky along with the airflow of the flames, and even the upper floors could be faintly heard, but the atmosphere of celebration did not spread into the conference hall along with the sound.

These tribal leaders should have been equally happy. At the beginning, several patriarchs couldn't help showing joy. Sasheer and humans did show enough goodwill. They guaranteed that the goods they would provide to the trade were at least equivalent to second-class prizes The excellent quality, without any restrictions on the number of purchases including weapons, the price is very low, and there is a promise that there will be no changes within five years.Although these patriarchs thought that if they were the patriarch of Sacher, it would be too stupid to do so, but they soon learned that it was not without cost.

These conditions are very, very friendly... The only thing is that gold, silver, precious stones and other currencies cannot be traded directly.

"Then what should we use?"

Perth opened a box on the table and put the contents in front of each patriarch.

It was silver, the size of half a palm, and a metal plate embossed with exquisite patterns.