Take Taobao with you to another world

"The loser becomes a slave..."

This treacherous condition finally made the immigrants agitated. People who had just experienced a day of trekking made noise with expressions of anger, anxiety or fear. It fell silent.

"The loser becomes a slave?"

Someone repeated it flatly, and then took a step forward.

The werewolf knights waiting in line turned their gazes to the first warrior, but the young man named Luo Jiang only took a step, and someone stretched out his hand from the side to stop him.A werewolf knight shook his ears, looking dissatisfied at the black-haired man who hindered the first battle.

"The loser is a slave, is it one person or a clan?" Nanshan patriarch asked.

"Naturally one person." Boss answered him.

"Can you use a weapon?"

"can."

"I don't care about casualties at all?" Leader Li Hong asked with a slight frown.

A werewolf knight on the opposite side looked at him almost with contempt, "A real warrior is not afraid of death."

"We will not kill unless there is an accident." Boss said, looking suspiciously at the leader of Shang Lihong, he added, "I promise, there will be no endless death."

"What a proud young man..." the blond viscount looked at the werewolf knight not far away and whispered.The viscount was still confirming the rules of the competition ahead, and the viscount raised his head. Compared with the bereaved people around him, his height made it easy for him to find what he wanted to see.

When the werewolf knight talked to him, he was still a little confused.It turned out that it was because the other party deliberately avoided the werewolf.The silver-haired knight who came to meet him is definitely a rare shrewd person among the orcs, but this kind of shrewdness is relative. Orcs can only focus on one thing at a time, so even if the favored man is using a very strange The equipment was used to observe the distance, and those orcs with sharp eyes did not look at the crowd.

As if he had noticed his gaze, Arslan glanced sideways, then took the equipment of the Favored One and put it into the huge package he carried with him - the viscount was willing to pay some price to understand that magical package The true content of the story, just like the various accidents he experienced during this captive career.However, compared to the gentle-looking courtier, this talented knight who abandoned him was much more on guard against him. Even if the courtier took the initiative to contact him, the viscount had no chance to be alone with this elusive courtier.

Keng! !

The sound of metal colliding came from the front, and the viscount withdrew his gaze. For a knight, the battle was irresistible, let alone it took place between two peoples who were born with strong physiques and were famous on the mainland.

On the chest of the horizontal sword, the gray-haired Famus stared at the gap in the sword in surprise.In order to test the opponent's strength, the two sides fought back immediately after the first blow. Famos knew that the survivors were the human beings whose strength was closest to that of the orcs, so he was not surprised by the opponent's strength. What surprised him and made him feel sad was that the opponent used His weird weapon was so tough that it almost knocked out his best sword with the first blow!

"..." Boss frowned.He knew how to use that weird weapon. It was actually folded. Although it still looked normal, it was more dangerous than its original form.

Farmos roared and swung his sword again. The power of the werewolf in anger was astonishing, and even the survivors were forced to take a few steps back.Clamping the blade with the sawtooth, although the young man facing Famos was still expressionless, the wooden handle of the weapon he was holding began to show a dangerous arc, and he suddenly let go, the black-haired young man quickly avoided the edge of the sword, tightly Then he fell to the ground and stretched out his legs to sweep. Farmos was tripped and staggered a step before he could stop his strength. A gust of wind hit him behind his head. With a bang, the gray-haired werewolf froze for a moment, and then fell down. land.

There was also a loud exclamation from the human immigration side.

This result happened too quickly, and the bereaved youth won too neatly. Not only the orcs, but even the humans did not expect it.

Boss took a few steps and went to check on the condition of his companions. When Farmos was knocked down just now, the bereaved youth hit him on the back of the head with the back of a shovel. Boss could see this very clearly, and the results of the inspection proved that Farmos was indeed just knocked unconscious.Perth looked up at the dark-haired young man with a calm expression even in victory, and tenderness flashed in his eyes only when he was looking at the weapon in his hand. The two sides looked at each other quietly for a while, and then Perth said calmly, "Although Famo Si has passed out, but as his captain, I declare that from now on, he is your slave."

The companions behind him let out low growls of unwillingness, and Boss raised a hand to stop them.Two people from the bereaved family soon came out and dragged Farmos aside and tied him up.

"The next one is me, who will come?"

Appearing with the voice was a man with colorful hair, which made people feel tortured even looking at him. His body was even smaller than that of Luo Jiang, but he had a kind of aura on his body that was stronger than that of the one who stepped aside. Youth still has a dangerous atmosphere.There are some kind of creatures in nature, they are always hidden in the treetops, among the fallen leaves or in the grass, moving in a smooth way, full of venom, making a slight noise - that's how he feels.

"... something slippery." A werewolf knight whispered and walked out.

Patriarch Takla raised his eyebrows and revealed a sinister smile.He held something in his hand, which was very different from ordinary weapons. It looked like a rope...it was actually a rope.

The werewolf knight lowered his body slightly and looked at him vigilantly. The colorful-haired patriarch raised his leather-covered hands and stretched out a rope with a silver blade tied to the end. Shaked up.

"I hope he doesn't go too far..." Yun Shen looked at a certain patriarch who was obviously in a state of excitement, and said in a low voice.After the battle ended, another battle began, and he and Fan Tianlan also came to a very front position.The patriarch of Nanshan glanced back, and gave Luo Jiang an order in a low voice, who slowly backed away and stood beside Yun Shen.

"Winning is beautiful." Yun Shen congratulated him.

Luo Jiang thanked him softly, and after a pause, he said, "Master...I don't want such a slave."

"We don't need it either." Yun Shen smiled, then he turned his head and asked another young man, "Tianlan, how many can we win?"

"Five." Fan Tianlan answered him.

Yun Shen nodded, "If that silver-haired knight also plays, will there be any impact?"

Fan Tianlan shook his head and said calmly, "Whether he goes or not, the result is the same."

Having obtained this guarantee, Yun Shen turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

Unlike the survivors, Takla's strength is relatively not that powerful, but he is very flexible and never confronts his opponent directly. While walking around the circled field, he deftly swings his slender weapon, continuously inflicting blood loss on the opponent with a blade attached to the end of a rope.For the werewolf's strong body, if the blade is not poisoned, this blood loss will not affect the combat effectiveness at all, it will only be very, very annoying... After another finger was cut, the hair on the werewolf knight's body was all gone. It exploded.

"Poisonous snake! Are you still a man! If you are a man, you must fight head-on!"

With a soft ding sound, the shining silver blade bounced off the blade.Its distant flash was reflected in the corner of his eyes, and the werewolf knight rushed forward a few steps, the muscles on his arms bulged, and the big sword in his hand slashed towards the standing still man with colored hair like a wind and thunder, the opponent's wrist shook quickly, and the icy cold Feeling wrapped around the werewolf's neck, the knight didn't care about it, the blade didn't stop at all, and it passed by the hair of the man with colored hair, barely cutting off a piece of flesh on his shoulder, the werewolf's eyes rounded Glaring, his wrist deflected, Jian Feng chased the opponent's embarrassed figure and slashed——

"Dorey stop!"

Even if Boss didn't make a sound, the slender rope tightly wrapped around the werewolf knight's neck was enough to prevent the knight from chasing and killing himself.Dolei put his sword on the ground with one hand, and touched the life rope on his neck with the other hand. The blood continued to flow down, making the nearby skin slippery. The werewolf knight just dug his fingers into the wound fiercely. Takla, who was also bleeding on his shoulder, Immediately tightened the rope in his hand threateningly.After the Kevlar fiber is woven into a rope, it is still stained with glue and rolled through the glass powder. The rope processed in this way can even cut bones under rapid friction.Feeling the deep touch waiting for him from the other end, Takla licked his lips, how he didn't want to stop.

"Huh? Looks like I won?"

Takla laughed heartily in the field.

The next one to go up was Takla's younger brother. His weapon was not obtained from the magician, but a short dagger that he brought with him.The werewolf knight, who had lost two games in a row, was already restless. Taduo didn't know what to say after he entered the field. The werewolf opposite him suddenly let out a few howls. The sound waves rushed past like a gust of wind. A little later, Yun Shen closed his eyes, and it took a while to recover from the impact on the eardrums, but when he opened them, a colorful head suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I won," said Chief Takla.

"Well, congratulations." Yun Shen smiled.

"I'm injured." Patriarch Takla turned sideways and put his bleeding shoulder in front of him.

Although Fan Tianlan's eyes were enough to freeze the not-so-serious wound, but the physique of the bereaved family could not produce the talent of a mage anyway, so Yun Shen still treated the wound of Patriarch Takla who came here to act like a spoiled child for some reason.A thick hemostatic bag covered the wound, and because there was an adhesive strip on the back, it was only fixed with a bandage around it.Stuffing the small package of Hushubao into the special garbage bag, Yun Shen raised his head and noticed the hissing sound coming from ahead.

Takla's younger brother lost.

The author has something to say:

Here is the Taobao description that I haven’t seen for a long time: reinforced version of engineering shovel, folding steel shovel with wooden handle, 80 yuan;