Take Taobao with you to another world

A silence.

The hall has never been so quiet, even the people in the cafeteria kitchen who were washing and preparing the next meal stopped and looked out in surprise.

With Scar Nightmare as the center, the air weighed heavily on everyone's throats like a weight. Hundreds of orcs around them all restrained their voices. .

Apra was at a loss, and Lusa's whole body was as stiff as a stone statue. He didn't know, he never thought about that damned old guy... that old guy who was dead, and there should be nothing left!

Scar's eyes moved from the bone beads on the ground to them, Mel took half a step back, then half a step back, then opened his hands, stood in front of Lusa, and raised his face.But Scar only glanced at them and picked up the bone bead from the ground.

As soon as this bone bead made of human throat touched his body temperature, it began to vibrate again, but without making any sound, its tremors gradually subsided, and only the frost shone slightly on the surface. Scar let go of his hand and let it fall to the ground. into fine powder.

"When the snow melts in spring, the glaciers melt, and the flowing water converges into streams and rushes into rivers, never to return..." His voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly in everyone's ears, "You ask why the river can't turn around, why? Can't the cold winter stay forever?"

He walked over the ashes under his feet, like walking through dust.

Only the two werewolves behind him took a second look, their expressions remained unchanged, and they also passed it.

And that was the end of it.

The three orcs were not punished, at least at that time, Scar Nightmare didn't even give them a look, and then a human talked with them for a while, and then gave each of them a metal pattern slightly bigger than a thumb Zhang, took the three of them away.The orc who watched the whole process turned to the werewolves and humans at the long table, and saw the impatient werewolf raised his hand and tapped his chest, where the same steel badge was worn.

"Apprentice," he said.

"Such a small brat?!"

"Or a dwarf?"

The humans beside the werewolf were all smiles. Some orcs noticed that the badge he was wearing was slightly different, but they were quickly attracted by his words: "This is indeed a child, because he is already seven years old and has reached the age of apprenticeship." Minimum age. However, such young children become apprentices, they will not participate in any manual labor until they are 12 years old. Here, in the land under the jurisdiction of the magician, we will also be responsible for the daily diet of apprentices at this age ..."

"What? Even a cub?"

"What can they learn?"

"To become an apprentice, what skills can you learn from you humans?"

"Don't block me! Answer me first..."

"After becoming apprentices, can they still be free?"

The orcs around the long table pushed each other, even affecting the normal entry and exit of the transport team. While the humans who were mainly responsible for answering were drinking water and wiping their sweat, the humans and werewolves in black came together to tidy up the situation roughly, pushing the crowd back together. Squeezing into two lines was the only way to bring the scene back under control, and the burden on the responders was also slightly lightened.Although these foreign orcs have many doubts, the content is almost the same-they want to know what they can get and how to get it.

And those human, mostly human answers clearly pointed them in the right direction.

The crowded long queue didn't gradually dissipate until the usual lunch time, when some members of the weak tribe finally dared to step forward, and then a message came from the window where the food was received: the supply of food was until tonight.And starting from tomorrow, a certain price must be paid to obtain the previous treatment-the owner of this land is expressing in another way that it is time for them to leave.

By afternoon, the halls were filled with wandering orcs.Even though they know they can't take away any beloved weapons, except for fighting, those black-clothed guards will not hinder their normal viewing and caressing, not to mention that the goods displayed on the wooden shelves are not just weapons, weapons occupy most of the space , and the rest come from various human creations.

Those weapons that can no longer be described as sophisticated are of course also made by humans, but the other parts are completely different-those crystal clear and beautiful oil lamps; those iron pots with wide handles, extremely regular shapes, and different sizes and depths; Those bowls and plates that are as white as snow, as cool as water, and painted with colorful patterns... are all made for a more refined and comfortable life.Before this, they never imagined that even drinking pots could have such a complex shape and such a gorgeous appearance. The pottery products they had used and admired were compared clumsily and darkly, and what was even more amazing was that they looked It looks and feels like those "porcelain", but the inside is covered with iron, which is light and strong, not afraid of rust, let alone impact and drop.Those humans even used iron as good as weapons to forge short knives of different widths just for processing food, and displayed them next to those pots.

The orcs who came to Sachel seldom brought their family members with them. In the face of rich fragrance, soap that is as beautiful as solidified oil but can clean any dirt, smooth and round horn combs, cloth as soft as a child's skin, and those who are more beautiful than crystal When it comes to jewelry that is more clear and pure, but much cheaper than crystals, most people don't have to suffer like a patriarch who has brought many opposite sexes, so he is surrounded by soft entreaties and entanglements to the point where he can't move at all.Weapons and armor that would instantly enhance one's personal power made these orcs eager, but few could fail to think of those who awaited in the faraway tribes, while being dazzled by the objects on display on the other side.Even the most carefree orcs can't help but be tempted by small objects that bring great convenience to their lives, like an easy-to-strike match.

Then to their great joy, the human beings who organized and cared for these exquisite items stated that in order to show hospitality, they have been instructed that all commodities in this area are open for trading within today, and they accept any coins, and the limit is Each orc can only buy at most one item - including wine.

Facing the endless shelves and countless things on them, these orcs fell into an unprecedented painful choice. Of course, the most painful one is still the patriarch who suffered on his own.

After the information desk became the cash register, the two-person team, exhausted from dealing with all kinds of inquiries, was finally able to break away from this torturous responsibility and take a rest in the reserved seating area in the corner of the hall.Even if the guy with the most problems was driven away with his face, he didn't want to say another word at this time. The cafeteria brought them special refreshing drinks, and after soothing their thirsty tongue, they gradually recovered a little bit of energy. Start a short chat with each other.

"Finally going to get out."

"Just go, enough is enough."

"But they're still coming back."

"They won't all come back, let's talk about it when the time comes. Are we going to keep doing this?" The speaker turned to the other side, "Right, team leader?"

The thin brown-haired young man raised his head, and he pressed the center of his brows, "Yes." He whispered, as the person with the best attitude and the most concentrated orc problems, his throat was the most severely damaged , "You can go back tomorrow."

"then you……"

"I'll go with them," said the team leader.

"Where are you going?" asked the werewolf beside him.

"When they come here, we naturally have to go where they came from." The team leader said, "Go among them and know where they are, how many people there are, and what kind of life they live."

"You guys are preparing this? But what do you get?" His werewolf companion asked suspiciously, "And what do you get?"

"We can get a very huge picture..." the group leader who was much younger than him said softly, his voice was tired, but he smiled, his eyes sparkled, "and I will get some insignificant, but And something very important."

The werewolf was silent for a while, and then asked, "Even if the journey is dangerous?"

The team leader slowly took a sip of his drink, "It may be dangerous. But your patriarch has explained to them that any attack on anyone in our team will be regarded as a direct attack on Sasheer and the magician alliance." Violation."

What the team leader wants to join is a task force composed of two-thirds of humans. When the first tribe returns tomorrow, they will also follow the road that Perth visited and visit one by one. A tribe that formed a covenant between Shere and humans.This process is completely foreseeable and far more complex than Boss and others. Humans now have a special status in Sacher, but the orcs walking on the avenue these years will inevitably suffer disaster, and verbal threats cannot directly guarantee their team. It is foolproof, and it is inevitable for everyone to be armed.This is a test for everyone in the team, and it will also be the league's first new display of force.

The tribal leaders had no objection to having an alliance team of werewolves and humans to pick up the scheduled apprentices. The white werewolf had come here once before. Even though they joined the humans this time, they still used to think that the leader was Saxie. Well, unless these human beings are designated by the magician, they should not have much status.Before Scar said that, some people even thought about bribing the werewolf leader of this team and keeping one or two of them. From what they have seen during this time, they are so smart and capable, yet so obedient, and A slave who understands the internal affairs of human beings is completely worth paying even a high price. That fearsome human magician seems to regard all living beings as ants. There are so many people in his hands, and he may not mind being killed by his allies. Lost a thing or two.And some tribes with a relatively small number asked if they could go with this team, because the few mountain tribes who took the boat with the wind were so happy: Sahel would still send them back together with Sahir's people .

No matter how many thoughts they have about this land that has brought them a great impact and made them experience an unprecedented wonderful life, night will finally fall again, and the satisfied and regretful orcs will fall asleep with their treasures in their hands. , there is still the familiar humming of giant beasts echoing in the mountain wind.

The morning of the second day came, and the white clouds were like grazing sheep under the clear sky. The awakened orc warriors went to the four toilets and sinks on each floor to clean themselves for the last time. After washing among the humans, they each returned to their residences to pack their bags.Then these orcs lamented that Sacher "wouldn't want to be generous anymore for a long time", and went to the cafeteria window in the hall together to take away the most food they had exchanged for their last coins.

Layer after layer, the orcs with their packages came down the stairs. They stared at the huge and bright patio for the last time, stroked the cold and smooth handrails, passed by the rippling pool, stepped on the flat and wide ocher floor tiles, and walked out of the breeze-blown courtyard. doorway.Many orcs stopped in the open space ahead and looked back at this huge and beautiful building.

Their words were insufficient to express their inner feelings, and many asked in low voices, "When can we come again?"

The orcs who were about to leave had more and heavier bags than when they came, and their mounts were pulled out of the stables one by one. The humans and foxes who took care of these livestock did not treat them badly, except for a very few unlucky ones who were injured or infected. Almost all of them are the same as their owners, with good improvement in hair and color.There was enough space beside the stables for these orcs to organize their teams, and while they were commotioning, another team quietly came to the bank of the bridge.

When they turned around and found this team, not only the ordinary orcs were stunned, but the tribal leaders also cursed secretly in their hearts.The team they imagined was a group of werewolves surrounded by a few or a dozen nervous humans, not the team in front of them, riding on a tall horse of the same color, wearing black clothes and short boots, and fully armed. An army that can't tell the difference between humans and werewolves!There are indeed only a few light-haired human beings, and the rest are all black-haired and black-eyed, making people think of the bereaved family of the Far East magician at a glance, and the faces of the victorious faces in the ring are also among them.

In fact, they should have thought of it earlier.

They should go anyway.These tribal leaders called their warriors, drove their mounts, and stepped on the flat and solid bridge in groups. The green water flowed under their feet, and the black-clothed riders quietly watched them leave.A roar came from the surface of the water, and the orcs who were leaving and about to leave turned their heads one after another. Seeing the huge ship going upstream, they exclaimed again.

The giant gray flat-bottomed boat stopped on the shore, and a pontoon bridge was erected, and the patriarch of Sahil led his people to step on it first.Until the end, he still didn't go to Scar Nightmare to meet with him alone.Braland did not come to him either.

The old werewolf turned around at the bow, looking at this land that belonged to Sachel and also belonged to human beings, he thought that he might have lost a huge opportunity that could not be repeated, but he had no doubts about the reality that had happened Powerless to change.If time could be turned back, he would very much look forward to going back to that time, when those humans hadn't come far, and the black-haired and white-robed magician hadn't come with the wind.

A strong wind blew across the river, and the speed of the clouds in the sky increased. The big ship went up, and the teams crossing the bridge gradually separated and went in different directions. Finally, the knights in black also embarked on the journey.The foxes by the hut watched the team gradually sink into the wilderness. The green grass on the grassland was like waves, undulating and swaying, and the mountains in the distance were green and blue. On the top of the mountain, the wings of a giant eagle brushed against the flowing clouds.

Even from the ground, this iron-gray eagle bird is a bit unusually big. The strong wind supports its body, and it hovers above the ground for a long time, as if it is its prey under its wings.Orcs stopped to shoot arrows at it, stalled and fell before the end, and the eagle flew even lower, until someone in the black team took off the weapon behind it and aimed towards the sky.

A loud bang echoed across the field. The giant eagle suddenly fell from one side of its body, then struggled and flapped its wings. A few drops of dark red liquid fell from the sky. It fled like an arrow and flew to the distant mountains.

"Anyone up there?"

"seems like it……"