Take Taobao with you to another world

The scene was quiet for a while.

"Who are you?" Fan Tianlan asked in a very flat tone.

"Who are you asking me?" This answer was obviously not what the Viscount expected, and his tone even raised slightly, but at this moment, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the Viscount who was dripping all over his body, and the beams of light from several flashlights were shining on him. On him, the strong light made him narrow his eyes uncomfortably, "...Take away the things in your hands, who allows you to face me like this."

No one listened to him.In fact, judging from the clothes and appearance of this guy who appeared out of nowhere, as well as the commanding tone, most of the people present realized that he was probably a nobleman. Never seen aristocrats.If it was half a month ago, everyone might have been surprised or disturbed by this, but now they are all gathered around unceremoniously.

Although the Viscount felt very unhappy, a faint groan made him have to turn his attention away and care about the current situation of the two people he brought up.

The mage in white was still lying on the ground. After heaving his shoulders violently for a while, he coughed violently and spit out a puddle of black liquid.Compared with him, the other person was not so lucky. Arcanist Gismar lay on one side, his face pale and motionless.The viscount just now appeared to be extremely large because of dragging these two people, and he himself was not intact, his armor was obviously damaged, and his left shoulder was bloody.The smell of blood that could be heard was supposed to attract more piranhas, but for some reason they were still jumping in the water just now and became silent now.

"Is there anything else coming with you?" Fan Tianlan stared at the water behind the Viscount, let go of the engineer shovel, and turned to hold the bow.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the originally inconspicuous gurgling sound gradually became more obvious in the silence. The pitch-black water surface seemed to be boiling, and a large number of water bubbles came out, turbulent.The Viscount glanced back, reached out and grabbed the two companions, and rushed forward.The sharp wind brushed against his cheek in an instant, and the black arrow almost immediately shot towards the creature that had just exposed part of its body from the water.

This kid's archery has improved again... but it may not be useful against the thorn bat. The viscount grabbed the hilt behind the sword, and before the cold body of the hero sword was exposed, there was a click in the water, as if something hard Something is broken.The sound of arrows piercing through the air was heard one after another, and the crackling sound continued to follow. With such an obvious target and such a distance, Fan Tianlan didn't need to hesitate at all.

A near-death scream sounded, and the viscount turned his head, watching the dangerous creature who was chasing them just now was shot in the eye by an arrow, and even the tail feathers were completely sunk.Regardless of the dense long thorns on the back or the sharp beak, even the thick rock-like skin is useless at this moment. This thorn-helmed bat, which has not woken up from the confinement magic for a moment, opened its huge mouth in vain, slowly He lowered his head.Under the light provided by the strange lighting tools in the hands of this group of remnants, the Viscount could clearly see that the black arrows along the neck of the thorn bat extended along a smooth curve almost equidistantly to the only fatal point.

"... Cough... This kind of archery, this kid has the blood of elves...?"

The archmage got up and asked in a hoarse voice.

Footsteps sounded, and the youths of the survivors surrounded them, aiming at the three people with their extremely sharp shovel heads.

"I remembered." Fan Tianlan said behind the vigilant survivor youth, "But I don't remember when I had a master-slave relationship with you."

"I was mistaken. You are not my knight, but a liar who took my money and ran away." The Viscount said coldly.Then he stood up slowly, his strength suffered a great loss in the previous battle, facing the current situation, he could only choose to stand still for the time being.No matter what kind of city he has, it will not be pleasant to be pointed at his head by a group of survivors holding a completely outrageous weapon, but the environment is narrow, and his long sword will be hindered. Judging by the speed, it took enough time for him to kill himself by cutting down the person in the way.

Fan Tianlan turned his head to the side, then said after a pause, "I received a sum of money from you, and that was the reward for my work."

"What kind of escort job can get so much money?" said the Viscount. "That's what I used to buy swords and armor for you!"

"..."

All eyes were cast on Fan Tianlan, but the latter's expression did not change at all, "So it wasn't a bonus for me."

"Seeing a young man who is an intern with the lord, most people will not know that he is a mercenary who is ungrateful for profit." The viscount said, "——you have returned to the tribe of the remnants."

Fan Tianlan nodded, "Yes. Thank you for your family." He glanced into the water, "By the way, thank you for this night."

"Kill him?" said one, with considerable anticipation and interest in his voice. "A nobleman, ha."

The Viscount cast his eyes on the other party. It was a man with abnormal hair color, with a thin physique and a malicious expression.The viscount narrowed his eyes, and the other party raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, with well-developed canine teeth protruding from the corners of his mouth.

The archmage whispered next to the Viscount, "Being overwhelmed..." He shook off the water droplets on his robe, slowly raised his head and looked around at the survivors, "Get out of the way. I want to fall into the fire again Prison, alien?"

For a white-robed mage to say such a thing is enough to show how offended he was.If there is any nation in this world that has the deepest impression on mages, I am afraid it is undoubtedly the survivors-the stalemate with the coalition army on the frontal battlefield, but the mages and the holy knights broke through in the rear, and the capital fell. Burning the city to die for the country, for the survivors who value their own history the most, this tragic memory will not be inferior because more than 100 years have passed.

Archmage Jacques stood there with a pair of sharp eyes that frightened people. Although he looked embarrassed at this time, his aura as a power controller made up for it.Sure enough, the expressions of some survivors were shaken, and their vigilance turned into anger and fear.Afterwards, more people turned their gazes to a certain place, but not to Fan Tianlan, who had shown his undoubted strength just now, but to his side... A corner of light-colored clothes was exposed.

The survivors whispered a word, and automatically gave way to the other party.

The Viscount raised his eyes and looked at the young man who had been blocked before.Although they both have black hair and black eyes, just by being there, that person showed a completely different quality from the others.This strange feeling did not come from the strange costume or anything else. When the gentle eyes with almost pure black pupils looked at him, the Viscount felt that even the heroic sword on his back trembled slightly.

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In a space some distance away from the group of people who still had the strength to struggle, a fire caused by a forbidden spell had already come to an end.The enclosed space allowed the flames to lick the dome and then roll back down. If the mage and the viscount could stay at the scene, they might be able to sum up the secrets of making the exquisite porcelain that the survivors could no longer copy.However, since even the passengers from the other side of the rift, who have been strengthened by super mages, cannot withstand such high temperatures, it is indeed the right choice for them to run away without even caring about their missing companions.

The waterways that had been temporarily dried up began to flow again.Those giant insects have turned into black marks stuck to the ground, but in the thin ashes, there are some faint lights shining.Gradually, not only twilight, but more light flashed on the ground.

If you were at the angle of the ghost who was still wandering in this vast rock hall at this time, you could see that the lights had already formed a certain pattern one after another.Most people now have forgotten it, but for those who have experienced the Rift War, even death cannot make the things represented by those terrible lines disappear from the memory of the soul.

"The demons...! Why is there a magic circle of the demons!" The hoarse voice floated in the empty space, no one could answer it, and it couldn't ask more questions.The magic circle continued its work in an orderly manner, the rocks grew at a visible speed, united, and restored the place to the state it was in a long, long time ago, the gray ghost was gently wrapped by the countless rays of light protruding from the ground, and then it was irresistible into the ground.

Deeper in the rock, where no mage from Middle-earth had ever been, there was a room that wasn't too big.Because of the special material of the floor, the whole room was illuminated blue by that soft light.It is a dream for the mages of Central Continent. The powerful and rare sacred stones are spread from one end to the other. The builders have no sense of waste, and they have carved various right angles and arcs on them, turning their perfect mirror surfaces into A part of a graph that was so complex that it would make you dizzy even looked at it, and even the ghost that was dragged in lost its voice for a while.But there is more than just one piece of work here. Figures in hooded robes are in their positions, quietly surrounding a floating ball of thread.

The ghost bound by the light kept shrinking, and finally turned into an insignificant light, fell into the hollow sphere, and finally disappeared.

There is no sound, no wind, as if time does not exist here.Although the black hood covered the hair color, it did not cover the black eyes of the guards.Wearing it on the waist, the sharp blade made with a special technique still shines, and the black flame mark on the back of the left hand hanging by the side has not faded, but the reputation of this mark more than 30 years ago has died down.Not everyone looked like this. For example, in a corner of the room, there was a red-haired guy, and the one next to him was not wearing a robe, but a black night clothes.

These people stood here quietly, as if they were dead, but also as if they were waiting...the day when they woke up again.