Take Taobao with you to another world

Ella has been lying in ambush on this soil slope for a long time, the moon has moved to the west mountain, and a hazy bright color has floated in the eastern sky. The hair on the back of his neck is wet with fog, and a lizard is crawling from his head. However, he didn't move.

Most of the waiting time was quiet, and Ella could only hear her own breathing and the sound of the wind. Occasionally, sporadic bean pops suddenly burst out in the mountains, which made people almost jump up. It was a battle somewhere.As soon as the gunshot was fired, the fire was over after a few curses in a low voice.The mountain was getting quieter and quieter. Ella's belly was pressed against the mud, and the coolness penetrated through the fabric. His joints were already a little stiff. In order to maintain the flexibility necessary for fighting, he moved his limbs very slightly, allowing his head and back to relax. The camouflage shook as if it had just been blown by the mountain wind.

Through the gaps in the branches, leaves and gravel, in the early morning twilight, he condescendingly observed the narrow path in the distance.

Three orcs in green flower uniforms held their weapons and formed a relatively standard triangular formation to pass through the path. The soft soles of the twine shoes made a rustling sound on the fine gravel. They looked tense and vigilant around them.Ella kept her hostility to a minimum, taking their actions into view almost unemotionally. One of them raised his head to look at the hiding place where he was, but the blurred light and the strong smell of plants in summer made people feel uncomfortable. Finding nothing, the orc turned his attention elsewhere.

They are good targets, a whole group is much more valuable than those who are left alone.

Ella watched them go by, knowing that most of his men had been found and killed, that they were doomed.It's just a matter of time before he dies, but accepting his fate is not Ella's attitude. Even if he knows that he will die like those companions before the sky is full light, he has to kill a big enough target before then.The group was good, but Ella was still a little unsatisfied.

A slight regret flashed through his heart. Ella closed his eyes and looked at the trail again. This time he only waited for a few breaths before his sight caught another figure. This gave him a great surprise. Ella's eyes widened, and she held her breath.The visitor was of medium stature, landed silently, walked unhurriedly, with an indifferent expression and a leisurely posture.

No one can completely imitate this posture, and he is the only one who walks in this posture without being dragged into a corner and beaten.

A rock rolled down the hill and jumped onto the path.Takla stopped, and he looked up to the side of the road.

But the attack was launched from the other side, the wet turf was lifted, a person jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards his back with a sharp knife point, Takla did not look back, he took a step forward, turned slightly sideways Slumped shoulders to avoid the sharp edge, bent knees at the same time, exerted force with calf, slammed back into the chest and abdomen of the attacker, raised his elbow, and slammed the elbow of the attacker with the tip of the elbow, and the short knife fell to the ground with a cry of pain, but The other two figures also rushed in front of him.

Takla picked up the dagger with his toes, and threw the blade out as fast as lightning. One of the two oncoming people covered his chest, and the other yelled. There was a moment of panic in his movements, and Takla was impossible. Missed this flaw.

Both of them lay down on the ground, their annoyed eyes staring feebly at the clear sky illuminated by the rising sun.

Takla turned his head with a smile, and walked up to the original attacker, with the knife in his hand turning like a flower, he asked very intimately, "How do you like to die?"

The assailant said, "Bah."

Ella watched Takla easily defeat the partner's last resistance, trying not to think about anything, and slowly tightened her fingers on the trigger.

Takla, who was wiping his neck, suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes pierced through the natural disguise, and met Ella's eyes.

"Oh?" he said, "There's one more."

Ella's heart tightened.

Gunfire pierced the morning sky.

Under the early morning sky, Wells was walking on the road.

She sorted out the minutes after yesterday's meeting, and got the copies the next morning after handing them in for printing.

Instead of an orderly, she went to Takla with a stack of papers, but Takla was not in the office.He is often out of office.Wells didn't hesitate at all, turned around and walked towards the training ground.

The first thing she went to was the No. [-] training ground, which was located in a large open space among the hills. It was once used for shell experiments. Later, the shelling experiment position was changed to a place with more complicated terrain. It has been transformed into a training ground on the outskirts of the military training base, where most of the recruits entering the second phase of military training complete their training.As one of the persons in charge of the military base, one of the ways Takla evades administrative work is to randomly inspect a certain training ground, but no matter which one he randomly visits, the No. [-] training ground is a must.

Wells could hear the shouts from the training ground from a long distance away, and she could imagine the scene through the fence. Hundreds of young people stood in a neat square formation on the wide concrete playground. Under the password, he did tactical exercises rigorously, with unified movements, powerful fists and feet, and an imposing manner.This kind of daily practice has always been well received by the audience in the industrial city when it is demonstrated publicly, although some people who don't like the industrial city may see it with anger.

"Like a puppet", "useless poise", "lost wildness", and "a warrior without a mount has half his strength"... As for how much their tribal warriors lost and won in flat combat events, The overall score is far behind the soldiers trained by the industrial city, and that is because the industrial city deliberately targets their weaknesses.

As one of the few women in the military camp, Wells attracted a lot of attention as soon as she appeared. Her appearance is also very eye-catching. The students in the military camp come and go. Many people have heard of her name, but they may not have seen her. herself.Through talking with the chief instructor of the bereaved family, she learned that Takla had gone to the No. [-] training ground, so she decided to find him in person.The chief instructor said they could reach her on the training ground radio, but Wells refused.

"I also miss Court No. [-] very much, and I wanted to visit it again when I had time," she said.

The chief instructor laughed.

"It's a great place," he said. "Someone misses it."

So Wells left the training ground No. [-], which is not far from the No. [-] training ground. When she got there, it was not time for breakfast. The door of the cafeteria had already opened, and a group of young orcs in training uniforms were sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of them. On the morning, I followed the instructor to read the literacy song aloud.The newborn sun shone on their profiles, and their temples and the hair on the back of their heads were wet with sweat. Wells looked at them from a distance, thinking a little out of place that if Boss were younger... a white The fluffy boy, he should also be in the array in front of him now.She ignored the fact that he had completed this kind of military training very early, and imagined that when he was a teenager, he was as bright-eyed and full of vitality as these young orcs, but a little dull?

I mean, he's pretty slow right now.At the end of yesterday's meeting...

Wells covered half of his face with the document, looking into the distance while reminiscing.A team trotted towards the cafeteria, and the guy at the head was very recognizable.

Their eyes met.

The young reservists rushed into the cafeteria fiercely, and there was a long queue in front of the window. Wells sat at the table, holding chopsticks, waiting for Takla to bring her breakfast.Under the angry eyes of all the orcs, Takla held one in one hand, and held a basin larger than a human head under his arm. He walked over with a displeased face, and put the basin on the table heavily.

"Is this a steamed bun?" Wells stretched out his chopsticks with a sweet voice, "But I don't really like steamed buns. The oatmeal seems to be okay."

"It's a meatloaf," Takla said. "You're disgusting. Does Perth like that?"

"Of course I wouldn't do that to him," Wells said sincerely and frankly. "That's the only way I would do it to you."

Takla rolled her eyes.

A few young people who squeezed out of the team walked over here quickly. They had just practiced with Takla, so they naturally wanted to sit at the same table with him, but when they saw Wells, their footsteps hesitated a little .Wells saw one of the leopards at a glance. On the day Scar destroyed the map room, this young orc named Ella also finished his rotation this time and returned to the barracks to continue his daily training as a reserve.The patriarch's exile for his ill-will toward the sorcerer had little effect on him—at least they fought to keep him free from any visible effects.

At least Wells knew it was working.

For these young people who have concerns, she told them not to pay too much attention to her, because "I gave half of your cultural test papers", this sentence easily cooled the natural enthusiasm of young people.

It is impossible not to talk at the dinner table. These orcs reviewed the early morning training with Takla while having breakfast. Startled a bit.The main reason is that she eats... a lot. Although she doesn't look fat, her food intake is comparable to adult orcs in training.

Wells finished her breakfast quietly, and the young people became more and more attentive in their discussions, until they really forgot about her existence.After walking out of the cafeteria, the reservists were going to clean up and then go to class. Of course, Takla didn't need to continue to follow the instructions. He and Wells broke away from the main force and walked on the small road to the office.

The shadow of the tree beside the road fell on them. Takla quickly scanned the documents in his hand, and signed his name on those matters that must pass through his hands. Wells walked beside him with his hands behind his back, even leisurely. In this brisk rhythm, some images like a shepherd and her cattle and sheep kept flashing in front of Takla, and he stopped writing very unhappy.

"What's wrong?" Wells tilted his head to look at him.

Takla looked at her indifferently.

"Why are you looking for me?" he asked.

If Fan Tianlan could still count as a superior-subordinate relationship before Fan Tianlan went to Marsh City, this relationship changed almost after the completion of the information center. The intelligence work she was in charge of in the past has gradually turned into an independent department due to the ever-expanding scope of work. There are fewer and fewer jobs that are handed over directly to Takla.

"First of all, of course because of official duties: I'm here to get the psychological examination report of recruits this month, and talk to you about some problems recently discovered by the psychology department." Wells said, "Secondly, he is preparing for a big discussion."

"Oh." Takla was very cold.

"Probably everyone involved," Wells said.

Takla didn't even bother to say anything, he picked up his pen again.

"If after the discussion is over, the Industrial Alliance is ready to go to war..."

"No." Takla said.

"Nothing?" Wells asked.

Takla squinted at her.

"I know he doesn't want to start a war, and we won't take the initiative to provoke a war." Wells said, "but maybe starting a war is more conducive to internal integration?"

"So what?" Takla said, "War is not water, and those guys who are at odds with each other are not mud. If you throw it in and stir it, it will be mixed together. Do you still think there are too few people in this alliance?" , aren't there enough troublemakers?"

Wells looked at him thoughtfully.

"A lot of people think that you must be one of those people who want to hit the most," she said.

"It's not even his army," Takla said calmly, "What is this kind of battle?"

"It's his army, not Industrial City, or the Alliance?" Wells asked, "In your opinion, how can you count his army?"

Takla looked at her mockingly, "What are you doing, asking me these questions?"

“Just because of the scope of my work here, and also the position of being an outlier,” Wells said, “that’s why I’m asking you these questions.”

She looked at him, and Takla turned his head. Until this time today, he finally looked at her squarely.They were about the same height, and the atmosphere in their eyes was not so tense, but there was another kind of deep meaning.

Heterogeneous.

This certainly does not refer to appearance or personality.While Industry City was a city where peoples mixed surprisingly peacefully, lived as equals, and worked together for long periods of time, its builders eliminated several root causes of struggle: hunger, poverty, and disorder, making the long-term Stability and prosperity become possible.But the builder has not been in this world for a long time, his work has only just begun, differences between ethnic groups still exist objectively, and people are learning how not to let these differences become obstacles to their cooperation.

As we all know, there are two major groups in the industrial city, the human group headed by the survivors and the orc group headed by werewolves.Many people divide their camps by this.According to the cognition of tribe, language, appearance and identity, etc., the tribe spontaneously aggregated into different groups, and these groups were very loosely organized—because a long time ago, after a survivor named Xuanhou was named by the magician , all underground associations are prohibited within the alliance, and the rules applied within the associations that are allowed and encouraged to form are strictly regulated.Under many restrictions, these groups have a loose structure, blurred edges, frequent exchanges, and a peaceful relationship with each other like two major ethnic groups.

Many people believe that as long as the industrial city continues to exist, the industrial alliance will eventually become a paradise for humans and orcs to live, and the distance between people, language, appearance and identity barriers will eventually disappear in cooperation.This kind of good expectation confirms that part of the management work has indeed produced results, but many people also know that these results are not obtained by calling.

Except for the members of the Ta clan, few people now realize that Takla is also the head of the clan, not only because he no longer participates in any tribal affairs after succeeding Fan Tianlan as the chief of the alliance military force; As far as the tribe is concerned, Takla no longer seems to be a tribal person in any way. Not to mention that his heart has long been no longer toward the tribe, even his appearance has changed a lot. Occasionally he leaves the training ground to attend public events , Some Taco people also want to ask the people around them who this familiar guy is.

But the Tak people have not been looking for a new patriarch candidate.Under the ever-improving city management rules, various specific affairs organizations have dispelled the form of the tribe, and the symbolic meaning of the existence of the patriarch has been far greater than the actual meaning. The influence of the blood clan on the tribe members has become weaker and weaker. For many tribe members , the authority of these patriarchs has trumped their traditional status.And Takla has the combat power of Industrial City that few people know the true level of, and is deeply trusted by the magicians. Except for the werewolf patriarch of Sacher, any tribal leader inside or outside Industrial City is not as good as his working status .The Tak people are proud of this, even though they already knew that the Tak was abandoned in the patriarch's choice.

There is no group behind Wells. Maybe when he was selected as a group of students led by the magician himself, some former slaves thought that "he" could become their interest agent, but as the physical appearance changed from male to female Transformation, the most important thing is to assume the change of position, and she is getting farther and farther away from the old identity.

I don't know how many people whose fate has been changed because of the arrival of the magician and the construction of the industrial city. Wells and Takla seem to be no different from others except that they are more important in their work. "Alien" is a consensus that only exists between her and him, because some very incorrect words Wells can say to Takla, but not to his colleagues, nor to Boss, or even to the magician explain.

"Have you ever thought about the possibility of a split in the industrial alliance?"

Wells said softly: "The result of this big discussion will determine the future of the alliance. Boss and the others haven't realized that they are just discussing how to deal with the orc empire. No one has thought about the impact of the construction of the new Marsh city on the alliance. Influence. Fan Tianlan has already laid the foundation of a new country through that city. Neither the Northern Alliance nor the Orc King's Court is a big problem, the orcs will get their country completely, but... the survivors may also want to get a country that is completely theirs .”

In terms of loyalty and love for the Warlock, perhaps no member of the Alliance can compare with the Survivor.But this does not mean that the survivors do not have their own collective will.

Few people can't feel the importance of survivors to the alliance.In many important positions in the industrial city, survivors occupy a high proportion of 30.00% or more, and this is the result of the win-win rule.

According to the specific regulations in the covenant on the "law of win-win", humans and orcs are responsible for joint production tasks and share the same power to manage the industrial city.People support this simple law of fairness, and tribal leaders who discriminate against humans cannot object to it, but fairness does not mean equality.Werewolves occupy most of the positions belonging to orcs, while on the human side, survivors are active in almost every important department.

If the orcs accept this situation well because tribal competition defaults to a winner-takes-all rule, and werewolves only give up part of the position to other tribes is a kind of grant rather than an obligation, then this situation on the human side This phenomenon is because the survivors are "one step ahead" than other tribes and groups.

Among the many mountain-dwelling tribes who migrated with the sorcerer at the beginning, the survivors were the earliest and most active to follow the sorcerer. They were very resolute in carrying out the will of the sorcerer, and their learning speed was extremely fast—partly due to their natural language and characters advantages, but the responsibilities they take on their own initiative are almost always the heaviest. They have made indisputable contributions to the establishment of base towns and industrial cities. Through these practical actions and low-key and humble attitudes, they have obtained the unshakable status they are today. .They follow the guidance of the magician with a pious attitude, including in the external pioneering actions. Even if the appearance of the bereaved family is a disadvantageous factor for becoming a pioneer, by dyeing their hair and wearing pupil lenses, they also support this task. business had a major impact.

There is no sign of conspiracy. The survivors seem to have been working hard for a long time, and one day they raised their heads and suddenly found that they already possessed an astonishing power, which was enough for them to imagine some possibilities.

This sprout is just sprouting, but the soil for its existence is deep.

At this time, the orcs had either just adapted to the new order represented by the industrial city, thinking that its current form was perfect; On the one hand; as the core of the other half of the alliance, what the werewolves are thinking about now is how to capture and transform the other half of the orc empire like the pioneers did in the human city, and make achievements not inferior to the human allies.

"There's no crisis in the league," Wells said. "Nothing starts. We could make it happen sooner or we could make it not happen."

"But whether or not it happens," she said, "I think the magician is so lonely."