Take Taobao with you to another world

After everyone's discussion, they finally took the three of them.

There was indeed enough space on the boat. After confirming that they did not bring other more dangerous things, the three of them were locked in different rooms, especially the one wearing dragon scales. There were guards outside the door day and night. Despite all kinds of precautions, the elves were still nervous, but the humans who were traveling with them comforted them in turn: "Maybe the magician is used to it." "Can a token be stronger than me?" "Even without you, as long as they walk along the river And above, there will always be a place, and we never thought of hiding."

Although they also knew that there would be no place to shelter from the rain when fate was at hand, the elves still felt worried.It involves power, and it is an extraordinary creature like the Black Dragon Lord and the Far Eastern Monarch that has surpassed human common sense. Any accident may lead to irreversible consequences.Elves do not often walk in the world, but history has left countless lessons, although the current situation is unique in history: the monarch of the Far East has stood on the other side of the continent for a long time, and no one can compare with it decades ago, and now it is even more unfathomable , the name of the Dragon Lord is even more of a secret, his existence is a great terror, even if he has never done anything harmful, since he woke up again, first from north to south, then from east to west , and finally stayed in the barren land of the far west, forming a bipolar power with Astaros. Under the brilliance of the power of these two, the flames of war burning on the land of the Central Empire looked bleak.

And at the place where the Dragon Lord stayed, another black-haired magician was born.

Before leaving the forest, the eight elves on this trip were taught by the queen, knowing that he is not an ordinary talent, and he is quite different from the king of Astaros, even though he is still in an unknown corner of the edge It is only a matter of time before people are unknown and famous, and this period of time will be extremely short.No matter how reserved and proud the elves are, they will draw conclusions from the many messages received from the respected king and trusted brothers—this magician who combines virtue and totalitarianism also has influence and the power to change the balance of the world.What's more, including the Dragon Lord and his descendants, that sorcerer has attracted many powerful people to him like a whirlpool, and even the king of the forest has intersected with him.In the mortal world, powerful talents use various means to manage their own power boundaries, and they often only know their opponents in the same class. Once they encounter each other, it is either a war or a disaster. But there was never a big collision, and that magician created more than one miracle.

The elves have no doubts about the character of the Queen's trustee, the black-haired magician can resolve disputes, and a magician who is not human in essence will not pose any threat to the black dragon lord.It's just that if what the man said is true, there is a major event that needs the monarch of the Far East to inform the Black Dragon Lord across the world, but neither elves nor humans are aware of it, and anyone with a little sense of smell can feel the shadow behind it.At this time, they knew nothing about the inside story, and the journey was coming to an end. After urgently sending a message to the forest, the elves could only put their expectations in front of them.

With sufficient fuel, the ship moves extremely fast, and the crew and elves work together as partners. With the help of the elves' extraordinary vision, they don't have to stop even at night, and they do this all the way.A day after the captives were on board, they entered a river, as if passing through an invisible boundary, and the temperature dropped, less noticeably but not naturally, one of the signs the elves knew before they left the forest.Then they saw a wide man-made platform on a mountain wall on the shore, and a row of houses built above the waterline.

The guards of the checkpoint went to the ship to stamp their voyage records, and also went to see the condition of the prisoners.

"I will report to the higher authorities," a brown-skinned and white-haired young man said to them, "Please wait at the port first."

This is as it should be, the guards returned to the sentry post, and they continued to move forward, the water gradually slowed down, and the water surface gradually became wider. The horses marched together, and the elves only saw figures flickering on the watchtower, but no more people were found elsewhere. They sailed smoothly and without any hindrance until they entered the port.A part of the river channel is recessed here, a ship as big as them is moored on the shore, and other larger, short and flat transport ships are lined up on the side of the pier. Workers operate simple mechanical devices such as booms to load and discharge.The return of this redecorated big ship has attracted some attention, but it is only attention.

The ship entered the port slowly, and after anchoring, the captain and part of the crew disembarked to hand over to the people on the shore. The elves stood at the bow, watching the work on the dock curiously. Their eyes swept over the unloading area, the rear warehouse and the hardened ground. Steel rails, and then cast further afield.

Shia and Falton returned to the cabin, and Vasia and another elf were still guarding the cabin door. They met and reopened the door.

The man was sitting by the bed, wearing only handcuffs. He had been very quiet since he was locked in, and the eyes he looked up at them were also very calm.

"We're here, aren't we?" he asked.

"Yes." Shia said.

"I'll wait," he said.

"The Far Eastern Continent is more than ten thousand miles away from this extreme western land. You came here alone." Shia asked. The two accompanying people were just ordinary warriors, and they were not this person's companions. , "Even if the dragon scale protects the body, this may become the beginning of disaster. What do you have to rely on to think that you will be able to get what you want?"

"My trust is in my prince," he said.His answer only goes so far.

The elves did not expect to get more information from him. They came here across two continents, and the other party was undoubtedly a person with a strong will. The elves knew that persecuting him would not yield much results.Compared with her companions who were also worried, Shia felt more uneasy, and her premonition of danger was almost her talent. The current situation troubled one of the strongest warriors in the forest. They want to establish a closer relationship with that magician, but the person they brought is very likely to be a bad omen. What should they do to take care of both sides as much as possible in this matter?

The reply from the uppermost layer of the new settlement of humans and werewolves came at this time.

The magician said that he welcomes guests from afar.

After the shackles were undone, the envoy of the Far Eastern monarch moved his body slightly, "Black hair and black eyes, young and powerful...he is indeed a very special talent."

"Has your lord already known of this one?" Shia asked.

"In our eyes, His Majesty knows everything," he said.

Then they came on deck, with the two warriors, who were terrified and bewildered, really ignorant of either the voyage or what they were facing.The crew and elves went down the gangway one by one, and Shia and the others led them to stay at the end.Before getting off the boat, the man looked around, "What a novelty, is this where the Dragon Lord lives now?"

His gaze settled on a point across the harbor, over the fields, over the layers of snow on the low hills.

In a spacious and bright room in the settlement, the silver-haired youth raised his head and looked forward.In front of those golden eyes without any emotion, all material obstacles are like emptiness, and the invisible and qualityless gaze penetrates the heavy buildings, fields, and hills between the two places. The moment his eyes fell , the man whispered: "My mission is complete. Beautiful elf, please stay away from me."

When he was speaking, a ray of flames emerged from his chest, like a long snake tightly wrapped around his body, turning him into a pillar of fire in a moment, at the same time, the fire also burned from the other two, The white flames burned quickly, and the three of them disappeared completely without making a sound, leaving no ashes behind. The surface of the deck was still smooth, but the flames that were supposed to have nothing attached were still fluttering in the wind, surrounded by vigilant elves. In the middle, the soft ends of the flame spread out, as if it was just a group of light and soft mist, and an elegant hand stretched out from the mist, as if pushing open a door.

The sleeves of the ornately crafted robe fell down, hiding the brilliance of the power ring on his finger, and a man stepped out of the fog.

All the elves widened their eyes in shock.

He is tall and tall, with a handsome and mature face. His short hair combed back is black. He raised his eyes, and his black eyes were like winter nights.His substantial gaze flicked around, quietly looking into the distance.

A name came to Shia's throat, but she couldn't utter it, she couldn't utter a word, not only her, but everyone else as well.

"Interesting." He said, smiling slightly, "Since you have been invited..."

He took a step forward and disappeared without a trace.

He appeared before Meravia.

Meravia sat on the sofa, looking up slightly.

Astaros stared at him. The winter snow outside the window was shining white, but not as dazzling as the other's silver hair. The furniture he was sitting on was glowing after careful polishing. On the low table with only a layer of varnish, the round white porcelain There is a curl of water vapor coming out of the cup, and there is a slight hissing sound in the airflow flowing around the room. Even if the water outside is dripping into ice, the place is still warm as spring.This is a room with simple decoration, warmth and comfort... It is incompatible with the source of destruction.

But here he is now, as if he were just an overly beautiful human being, except for those eyes.

"After so many years, it's really gratifying to see you in good health as yesterday." The Far Eastern monarch said.

"How did you get here?" Meravia asked.

"Put two souls into one body, and add some other materials to make it a carrier with barely enough strength." Astaros said, "Unfortunately, the time it can support is very limited."

Meravia hummed and stood up.

"In that case..."

Braland was surprised. He was scheduled to come to ask for advice today, but the magician very rarely expressed apology to him. Due to some accidents, their conversation might have to be postponed. He was also ready to leave at this time, seeing off the guests. The magician stopped and turned his head slightly to the side, "A special guest is here."

Then there was one more person in the reception room.

There was no breath, no temperature, standing in the middle of the reception room, as if he had been here all along.Braland instinctively turned around to face the opponent, half of the blood sword was unsheathed automatically, and he grabbed it in his hand. Deep blood seeped from his eyes, and the sword was full of fishy smell, but before it left the front, the evil spirit was reborn. Pressed and imprisoned, that kind of power wrapped the sword body, and in the slight chirping sound, the dry blood was sharpened invisible.

The man walked past him, and Braland took a step back involuntarily. The sudden wind swirled in the room, and the pages of the books placed on the table were flipping and rattling. Before Braland fell, Meravia He gave him a hand and let him sit on the sofa beside him.

Yun Shen moved his eyes away from Braland, and once again looked at the man walking towards him.

The wind stopped.

"We're meeting for the first time." The other party said, "My name is Astaros. I take the liberty to visit. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

"Hello." Yun Shen said, "I am Yun Shen, one of the current administrators of this place, with limited conditions, please forgive me for my poor hospitality."

"Meeting you," Astaros smiled at him, "is a great surprise of my trip."

Yun Shen invited the monarch of the Far East to sit down opposite, and Melavia naturally sat beside Yun Shen.

"The Far Eastern Federation is far away from this place. Your visit is really unexpected. If it is convenient, can I tell you the reason for your visit?" Yun Shen asked.

Before answering this question, Astaros said: "As you two can see, what came here is just a fragment of me. The information has been sealed since the moment the messenger of 'I' stepped out of Baidu until it was unsealed here. I just woke up and started to record again." He looked into Yun Shen's eyes with a gentle tone, "The interval here is neither long nor short, but it is enough for many things to happen. Countless stories happen every day in this world, most of them They are all as fine as dust, just like life itself, the very few among the few are of great significance."

Yun Shen was a little surprised.

A... mobile terminal?

From the way the other party appeared, it was enough to judge that this was not the real body. The humanoid dragons around him should be the real purpose of this prestigious ruler's trip, but the other party's meaning was obviously more than that.

"Such as your arrival?" he asked.

Astaros smiled. "No, I mean your existence."

Yun Shen paused for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Astaros looked at him, and also at the existence in him that few talented people could perceive. "Have you heard of prophecy?" he asked.

After those words, Meravia finally focused some of her straggling attention on him.

"My child was known for this talent. At a very young age, he used to play like this - in a large closed room, he would bump polished stone balls into each other, predicting where each ball of a different color would eventually come to rest. Place." Astaros leaned back on the back of the chair, supported his head and smiled, even though he was just a projection, a fragment, he looked the same as the real person, "It was too easy for him to get these results, he He began to add obstacles, changed to a wider space, changed the power to push the stone ball from himself to others, changed the size and shape of the toy, and finally, he moved a sand dune near his residence to watch the servants blow the sand every day Landing. It’s hard for me to say whether this kind of play is a way of exercising talent, but what we call prediction is probably like this game of guessing where a stone ball or gravel will fall. More often, this is to pre-select a result, and then prompt A plan for everything to run in orbit."

Meravia frowned, and Braland was still holding his head in his hands, dazed and unable to extricate himself.

"Because the development of things has its own laws." Yun Shen said.

"So history is often similar. It seems that there are many forks in the road, but in fact they lead to the same goal." Astaros said, "Under the general trend, in the sea of ​​fate of Wang Yang's individuals, some special lives will become unshakable beacons. Time When the current of water passes by, countless vortices will be formed here. In the memory of "I" contacted before leaving Baidu, turbulent flow can be regarded as one of the most difficult models to grasp, and the elusiveness of fate comes from this. I used to Based on my shallow experience, I thought that this turbulence would happen around the body of the Dragon Lord, but his strength is so strong that human beings are far from enough to shake him, so you are surprised."

He looked at Yun Shen, "Humans, survivors, orcs, elves, and dragons, all these variables are brought together in one place, and you are simply the perfect center."

"The prophecy can be fulfilled and destiny becomes inevitable. I think it's just human's choice to adapt to the development of things. After accumulation, there is an inevitable jump from quantitative change to qualitative change." Yun Shen said, "Just like you and me here and now."

Astaros nodded with a smile, "Yes, it is just like the reopening of the rift."

Yun Shen was silent for a while, looking at Meravia, the silver-haired Dragon King was already stunned, and Braland on the sofa tried to raise his head, "...what?" he asked hoarsely.

"Based on the current time, maybe within 20 years, this should be good news for you." Astaros said to Meravia, "It is also for your children, the Holy King Dragon must Miss you very much."

Meravia looked at him a little blankly, "20 years?"

Astaros nodded with a smile.

Yun Shen thought for a while, and said, "My understanding of this world is far from profound, but if the passage between the two worlds is opened again, it must not be on the same scale as last time?"

"Last time," Astaros said softly to him, "was just a preview."

Braland, who was ignored, was so horrified that he was so dizzy that he forgot. Meravia lowered his head and stared at his fingers to count. Yun Shen said, "Thank you for your special notification. I wonder how far you can reveal this matter?"

Astaros looked at him tenderly, raised a finger in front of him, "Hush."

Yun Shen looked at him, and after a while, he said, "Thank you again."

"For me, who is just a shadow, a past with no future, this is just fulfilling the purpose of coming here from afar. Not only is it not worthy of gratitude, but it may also bring hatred." Astaros smiled, "But the latter point ...perhaps you are an exception."

Yun Shen was probably the only one present who could sense what he meant, and the conversation came to an end at this time, "I like creatures with bright souls, and you are undoubtedly the best of them. At times like this, I always regret getting along with you." Time is so short," said Astaros, "I don't know when or where—"

He leaned forward and raised his hand to gently touch Yun Shen's side face. At this moment, his figure suddenly blurred. From Yun Shen's point of view, it seemed that the image signal had been disturbed.

"I... am flattered." Yun Shen said politely.

Astaros still looked calm and composed, "This is my rudeness, you don't have to forgive me for not being able to help it." He said, looking up at a place above Yun Shen's head, "The child who has established a connection with you has great potential, You fed him well."

At the same place at this time, besides his uninvited guest, the dragon master and the black-haired magician, there is another behemoth.The puppy curled up next to him was instinctively aroused by him, and he punished...or the power that saved him came from the black-haired magician, but that power did not come from the magician himself, but the body that surrounded him, and his breath. Although the virtual life is still vague in the eyes of a talented person like Astaros, it shows that the core has not yet been condensed and the network has not been built. However, the level of power is never based on size, but the distance from the essence of the world.At the moment he offended, the "field" of the entire space was affected by the opponent's power, not targeting entities, but targeting the existence of all energy forms, which is enough to become the natural enemy of higher life, and there is no more expression of will, so The ontology should be farther away.

It's special, but of course it is.It is also a little regrettable that a young dragon, and from such a bloodline, is also difficult to reach in another world, and fate always leaves a gap for people to chase.

"Are you leaving?" Meravia asked.

"Yes." Astaros and Yun Shen got up together, "I hope you two will open the lock of the space, and allow me to send two poor and loyal souls back."

Meravia: "Huh?"

"This meeting is indeed short and unforgettable." Yun Shen said, "It's just that I can't complete this operation."

"Actually," said Astaros, "you have already done it."

The author has something to say: Astaros: I seem to have been sprayed in the face just now...