Take Taobao with you to another world

The werewolf centurion only glanced at the twitching dead man on the ground, and then turned his head, gloomyly looking at the werewolf who loaded the crossbow again. He didn't look at the woman who occasionally passed the firing port. There is only that young face, and it can be seen from the appearance that their ancestors come from the same tribe. Many generations ago, they were the glacier wolf clan, fighting bravely under the command of His Majesty Samore, but now they stand Here, the lights cast long shadows on the ground, and they stand at both ends of the light and dark.

The attacking orcs were shocked and confused by the setback they had encountered. They had already made an attack gesture, but hesitated because of the weapons on the opposite side. Most of them recognized those crossbows. Before them, the fox clan who had obtained them by tricks and intrigues described to them some of the power of the weapons.The fire illuminated the opponents blocking them, unexpectedly there were not a few orcs who looked like warriors, and at least half of the eyes protruding from behind the board belonged to women.

The bear centurion snarled and mentioned his guide: "Trick us?!"

"No, no, no!" The jackal screamed, "We don't know, it's none of our business! It's these women...these women! They betrayed us! They turned to humans!"

The orcs whispered incredulously, a centurion of the leopard tribe took a few steps forward, another arrow shot at his feet, he took a step back, and raised his small shield to block in front of him.The werewolf centurion retreated into the crowd, leading his subordinates into the darkness, his bright eyes watching his movements.

"Women!" he cried, "where are your men? Who put you here against us?"

"Aren't they hiding behind you?" said the tyrannical woman. "We fight for ourselves!"

The orcs roared angrily, and the bear man threw away the half-strangled orc, "Go away, woman!" He glared at the front, "Let that traitor talk to us!"

The Sachel werewolf who had been silent on the wall glanced down, stepped aside without saying a word, and then a tall figure rose up, "Do you want to talk to people, or to the weapons in our hands?"

Others from Kanral supported her with voices, women spitting at the orcs and shouting "This is our city!" "Invaders get out!" "You bandits!" "No eggs!" You bastard, let the traitor die!" "Don't think about us getting out of the way, do you dare to go all out?"... After being humiliated by this, the orcs in Az City were furious, and they rushed forward fearlessly, using The most vicious language imaginable hit back, more weapons protruded from the top of the wooden wall, and then a long-handled battle ax flew through the air, hurled it precisely into the gap between the barricades, and smashed into a smooth round shield. Then it was bounced aside by the fine steel texture.

As soon as the young werewolf removed the shield, the werewolf woman released the buckle without hesitation, and the two orcs fell to the ground in an instant. Blood and death are more stimulating slogans than any words. The cans that hit the ground shattered, and the fight began.

In such a short period of time, the other half of Kanlar City has fallen into the hands of the warriors of Az City, so quickly, because the attackers received little resistance, and when they were alarmed, few had the courage to take up arms. When the orcs poked their heads out from the door, what they saw was that the invaders were welcomed in by their familiar tribal leaders like friends. They carried glass lanterns and walked on the brick and stone roads. The orcs in full armor sniffed around Looking at the outline of the building in the dark, their eyes flashed green. After their leader made a gesture of letting go, they rushed around like wild horses that had run wild.

"These houses are really big."

"Of course, it's all about making big things here."

"Then how many people live here?"

Amidst the sporadic screams and roars, the commander of Az City was talking with the patriarch.

"There are only a few hundred people. This is a place for processing wood, making pottery, drying mud, and doing other heavy work."

"What?" said the visitor, "we have entered a grain den, and you tell us that there is no grain here? Where are the weapons and tools?"

"Here's some shovels and saws - I know they're of no use," said the chief, "the hateful humans have taken most of the weapons, and they've locked up the rest and more tools in the north Before they left, they had been guarding the warehouse. Then they handed the key to the daughter of Naveen, who was a very shameless woman, and she refused to use it at all just because she hooked up with a Sachel who was rebellious. We put it in our eyes, and we look forward to when you come to liberate us, they have already gathered those who are also disobedient in the north..."

The commander stopped, "You just told us now?!"

"But the news has been passed to Mr. Golz. Look at the fire over there, they must have started fighting."

"That's a son of a bitch!" the commander cursed, "He sent all his cronies over there, and asked us to come here to pick up the bones!"

He turned his head abruptly, and yelled at his companions who had rushed into the houses closest to them and tried to pry open some locked doors: "Don't look for it! Get back here! There is no oil and water here. The bones and marrow are gone, and the good things are all in the north! They will be taken away by those wild dogs of Golz!" He turned and strode towards the way he came, "Hurry up! It's too late!"

The tribal patriarch who was left behind hurriedly chased after him, and then ran, all the orcs ran, and it took a long time for the orcs who had just been frightened to poke their heads out of their residences.

"Are they gone?"

"No, they just went north."

"Can they hold on?"

"Those are warriors from the fields and forests in the north. Look at their appearance and their blades, how terrifying they are!"

"We should listen to Liya's gang of girls and go with them. Don't these tribal warriors know that as long as we are in Kanlar City, we don't care who is on top of us, how can they treat us like they did just now? ?”

"But if we go there, Leah and her man lose, and we will become slaves."

The more than 300 orcs led by the commander rushed northward desperately, their chests swelled with anger from being deceived, their eyes could already see how many spoils those bastards who were one step ahead had grabbed and how many advantageous positions they had occupied, but when When they rushed to the place that seemed to be on fire, they saw the bodies of those who should also be called companions.

Many corpses fell on the ground. There were clusters of arrows on the corpses and in the cracks of the bricks. There were still living people moaning. Others hid in the gaps between the houses on both sides and shot arrows forward. The arrows fell over the burning wooden wall and fell behind. , I can't see how many shots were shot. Several brave warriors rushed to the thin wall with their shields, but just as they climbed their hands to the wall and shook the wooden wall a few times, their shields fell apart. They were shot into rats, and they themselves fell down and became part of the corpse.The weapons of the guardians of Kanlar are surprisingly sophisticated. After this artificial barrier, as long as they shoot arrows tirelessly, they overwhelm many warriors in Az City from showing their heads-their arrows are almost endless!

As soon as the commander arrived with his men, several people were shot down, and even his arm was shot by an arrow. He grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled it out suddenly, bringing up a stream of blood drops, like those who cannot hold their heads up. He also hid on the side of the road, and his subordinates also retreated one after another, with crossbow arrows chasing their buttocks.

"These bastards!" he said through gritted teeth.

He saw that a corner of the wall seemed to be broken, and a sandbag made of burlap fell on the ground. Oil or something else was burning on the surface of the sand, and another torch fell from the wall and landed on a corpse. superior.He looked up and looked around.

"You can only see one way!" he cursed again.

"Then get out of here! Don't hide behind us!" A man next to the house cursed, "How many of them are there? Most of them are here!"

Veins burst from the commander's head, he memorized the guy's face, and turned around again - he swore this was the last time he turned his back on his enemy!

Only centurions and above are qualified to read the map. The centurion led 300 people through the shadow of the house based on memory. He knew that when human beings left, they would leave something behind, but he didn't expect that they would leave behind more than just Weapons, as well as these stubborn resisters, obviously they have already negotiated with at least half of the tribal leaders, they will take care of their clansmen and let them take over this city abandoned by humans smoothly, and he just heard that what?Those hateful resisters with crossbow bolts are mostly women!I can't even look down on women, how many men in this city are trash?

As soon as he left the place full of flames and blood, the darkness of the night made people wake up suddenly. The commander led his warriors through the side, and he didn't even need to recall the suspicious map anymore. As long as you look for firelight and human voices, you can find a new battle point. Unexpectedly and extremely infuriating, human beings have completely left, and those who are still resisting them here are orcs. However—whether it is a woman or Men, no matter old people or children, even if they are not loyal to the imperial capital, they should understand that they are all orcs!What were these people doing when they were called to reclaim lost ground?

They are killing each other with them!

But the anger did not make the attack of the orcs in Az City smoother. Those orcs who stayed in this city and were not in the same heart as their leader built roadblocks with houses, wooden boards, sandbags, etc., just like in the city. Another city wall was built in this city. Every time the orcs of Az City found a gap in this irregular line of defense, when they wanted to break through there, they would be attacked from both sides at the same time. The tribal leader led his cronies to join these battles, but the result was deeper hatred and more violent attacks.The long-planned weapons of the orcs in Kanlar City were not just crossbows. The commander heard a few frightening thunderclaps. When he found the other centurions, he found that they had lost at least [-]% of their weapons. Man, this is a terrible loss.The commander also saw the werewolf leaning aside, his eyes covered with a wet cloth.

"He got shot?"

"When I attacked from the side, I was sprinkled with a handful of sand." A centurion answered him.

"Stupid," said the commander in a low voice.

"It's better than dying there. He almost caught the woman, if he didn't want a life." The leopard centurion said, "Also, Pa is dead."

Pa is the name of the centurion of the bear tribe, he is one of the brothers of the current city lord of Az City.

This was no more painful to the commander than the deaths of the others, and he said: "We cannot spend the night in this city."

He and the warriors behind him were murderous, and he looked at the centurions and said, "But we must punish them."

He looked at the obstacles that seemed to burn,

Boss raised his head from the stream, raised his face and took a deep breath. The cool air flowed into his lungs. He could distinguish the smell of firewood smoke from the morning cooking.After shaking the hair on the back of his neck to half dry, he stepped out of the water and put on his clothes.

He returned to the camp, had breakfast with the others, and then went to the tent where the company commander was. Shiratori and Tira were there, one was reading and the other was writing in his diary.Perth looked at it for a while before he was sure that Tira was indeed writing in his diary, and it was early in the morning.

Tira gave him a homework book.

Boss refused to answer suspiciously.

Tira looked at him, "Aren't you going to start writing the report now?"

Boss finally took his homework, and sat at the table thinking hard.Luza is much better at this than he is, but the fox clan lives in another place, and the review he wants to write will definitely not be thinner than the person in charge.The three big men stayed in the tent for half an hour, and finally received the news from the radio. Shiratori put away his textbooks and hurried out, and Boss also began to prepare for the next step.

"I actually like him," Tyra told Burth.

"He doesn't like you," said Burth.

"Of course, but he doesn't really hate me," Tira said. "I'm going to quit."

Perth looked at him, and Tira smiled, "He doesn't know yet. It's just a report, and it's good for him and me."

"Where's the magician?" Boss asked.

"It's just a trivial matter, and it's enough to follow the process." Tira said, "The magician has more things to care about. I think not only the magician, there must be many people who want to read your report."

Boss put away the pen and paper and stood up. Before he left, Tira said, "I don't think you guys regretted it, but I did."

"You don't have to tell me," Burth said.

"We might be colleagues," Tyra said.Then he stood up contentedly, and walked away from Perth.

The company has been stationed in this field for three days, and has done nothing except patrol and regular inspections. Of course, this time will not make the soldiers lose their patience. On the afternoon of the fourth day, they waited until the evacuation from Kanlar City. The convoy, earlier they found the spies trailing behind the convoy, but because of the order, they did not deal with those scouts.After breakfast, the aid team went back on the road. It was only half a day's journey from here to the nearest railway. Even if the baggage would slow them down, there was no major danger along the way. It was such a long journey from Kanlar to the second city. In terms of distance, all tribes with a population of more than [-] have been registered. Through cavalry patrols and buying news from the tribes, after nearly two years of continuous sorting out, it is almost impossible for any suspicious people to appear, at least around the main road. up.

The convoy left slowly, leaving only some supplies, and the company waited in place for another day. In the evening, a team marched to the camp in a hurry.The vast majority of this team is composed of road builders and construction workers, all of whom are from Kanlar and its surrounding areas, and the leader of the team is a very strong and strong cattleman.The company was assembled, and the instructions were sent from Shiratori and Tira to the squad. Except for the heavy firepower, the company only kept half of its weapons, and the rest were counted and handed over to this team.

"We will always remember this brotherhood," said the Niu, his eyes as sincere as his voice.

"You will surely win." Shiratori said, holding his hand tightly, "Please accept our help."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the Niu people, "You are really our relatives." He choked up and said.

At a later time, another team came here, their number was much smaller, but they brought a lot of mounts.The captain of the cattle tribe decided to rush on the road overnight. After receiving the news, they gathered together by train. In fact, they only walked for half a day. They had already eaten at the company's camp and rested for a while. After hearing the news , Anger and sadness have occupied most of their spirits, and few of them can fall asleep tonight.

Stars shrouded the wilderness, and wind lanterns and torches formed a river of light on the ground. Standing in front of the camp, Shiratori watched the orcs mount their horses one after another, and said to Tira, who had finished dressing up, and a row of soldiers behind him: "No matter how sure you are, be careful in everything."

Tira got on the horse, and the others followed closely, moving neatly as one person, attracting the attention of the other orcs. Tira smiled at the white bird on the horse: "See you in three days."

Shiratori watched them go.

A day later he moved with his company to a position just a mile from the city of Kanlar, where they could see the black smoke rising over the city, which had been set on fire by its enemies and partially burned, Kanlar Residents salvaged the remainder to this day.There is no one here in Az City. Shiratori and the others quickly received a request to enter Kanlar City to help put out the remaining fire and repair houses. In Shiratori, they worked with others to repair water pipes, clean roads, and dispose of corpses. While demolishing the charred houses, the distant wind brought some faint sounds.

In the afternoon of the next day, some of the Kanlar tribes who successfully drove the invaders out and counterattacked to the opponent’s city came back. A werewolf from the Kanlar tribe found Shiratori, “You are willing to join us and drive them away from us. completely driven from the land?"

Not long after, Yunshen received two messages. After the joint meeting of the thirteen tribes in Kanlar City, they decided to merge Kanlar City into the Second Industrial City. It was from Shiratori asking whether to maintain a military presence in Ards.

He looked at them for a while, put them aside temporarily, opened the box that was just delivered together, and took out the clock-like instrument inside.

It was the size of his palm, with a gold dial behind the smooth and colorless glass, and two black hands with the same gold inner core suspended on the silver scale. He gently placed it on the table, watching one of the hands faintly Vibrations that are difficult to see with the naked eye.

This is an indicating device made for him. The pointer uses the hair of him and another person. The scale looks like metal and gemstones. It is solidified after the two of them mixed the blood of Meravia. The process of mixing blood was all done by him in the laboratory with the highest level of containment at present, and finally made two.One is now in front of him.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Meravia who came.