Take Taobao with you to another world

"Your ship is beautiful."

"Thank you for your maintenance."

"Will it go back after this voyage?"

"of course."

"Would I have the privilege of walking with them? I think that must be a very unique experience."

Subtle silence. "Our pleasure, Your Excellency. Provided you don't mind the vulgarity of it being out of proportion to your rank."

As the person in charge of the alliance's transportation affairs in Xizhou Plain, Ansalu can accept or refuse anyone's request to board the ship. The reason he chooses to accept is that as soon as he sees that woman, he knows that refusing her will definitely bring them A lot of trouble.

It was someone who was clearly not used to being rejected, although she didn't act arrogant, and it had nothing to do with her gender.She has this attitude only because she is very powerful. If Ansalu had no life experience of making a sudden turn for the worse, she could even be said to be the most powerful of all the people he has ever seen. Limbs that contain the power of steel, and the sense of oppression exuded from the "silent nobility" temperament, this gorgeous female knight may be stronger than the sum of the nine knights walking with her.

What are they going to do in the Midwest?

But Anzalu just calmly prepared the customs clearance documents for them. Although this is a transport ship, the cabins on the ship are not incapable of receiving guests. At least from past shipping experience, they are at least superior to traditional passenger ship cabins much.The other party's actions have a clear purpose, they don't pay much attention to details, and they care more about the end of the trip.

"I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Thank you for your good words. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The existence of the alliance is becoming more and more widely known, and more people will visit her for various purposes. This is an inevitable trend visible to the naked eye. What these alliance members who work outside have to do is not stop it, and even To push it.

The current main work of the alliance is still to integrate and digest those newly merged areas, and pull thousands of people who are still ignorant and ignorant on the steel train leading to happiness. There are only some material and spiritual exchanges with other vast areas ...But now that the Tagore Dam has been completed, the once daunting wind and fury gorge, which only experimental armed ships can pass through, has now become a peaceful place. In the lake area, the generator set of the dam can not only provide sufficient power for the lower half of the administrative area of ​​the Central and Western District, but also the cleverly designed locks have greatly improved the navigability of the Buber River, and larger-tonnage ships can travel smoothly upstream and downstream. Passing through means that they can start to consider opening a route from the Xizhou Plain to the Union Administrative Region.

The plan is always completed step by step. Before the next supply ship arrives, Ansalu and his partners will continue their work in Wyatt City. Since they are already familiar with the situation in this area, even if they do something like this again The status of the big shots will not have any impact on their daily work.

Although I think that the golden city of Wyatt is far inferior to any town in the Central and Western District, this rich, corrupt, chaotic area full of various light and dark rules has its own kind of vitality, Ansa Road They searched for the origin of this special team according to the indications revealed by the astonishing Marquis during their brief contact, because the known information showed that they were likely to have something to do with the "Mist Country" on the Xizhou Plain. A deep relationship, maybe they came from the fog.

With the "Newspaper Office", a legal and reasonable intelligence agency, they can collect a lot of information that is not suitable for investigation in any other capacity, and the "Nation of Mist" is naturally included in this list.In the Xizhou Plain, as long as there is some interest in the outside world, it is difficult not to notice the existence of this special area.At least ten years ago, there were only two mediocre countries there, the Kingdom of Green Gold and the Kingdom of Black Stone. Later, some conflicts occurred between these two countries, and the contradictions developed into wars. This war made the two countries cooperate. As one, but the new ruler did not emerge from the original royal family, an external force took over the country.

It was Prince Rand and his legion who intervened in this war and reaped the fruits of victory.

Prince Rand is a self-exile of the Central Empire. The biggest difference between him and ordinary exiles is that he has a very powerful and well-organized army that is always loyal to him, and the Knights of Tita are undoubtedly this armed force. The sharpest weapon ever.

The reason why the former Qingjin and Heishi countries fell into fog is obviously because of him.

In the beginning, why this fog was born and what kind of impact it would have on the surrounding areas caused a panic in the countries of the Xizhou Plain, because the rulers of many countries were quite self-aware, and they had no idea about the legion of Prince Shanglande. It is certainly difficult to resist, pure force can still make people fight to the death, but the mage group under the command of Prince Rand can create a giant magic circle that can cover the territories of two countries, who dares to fight? Competitive with them?

Time is the best placebo. Five years have passed, and there has been no major movement from the Misty Land. People have at least superficially let go of their excessive vigilance, not to mention that they have no communication with the outside world, or even communication. It can be counted frequently, because His Royal Highness Rand is obviously doing something special, for example, an important project is underway, so that neither country can supply what it needs, and it has to conduct a large number of transactions with the outside world.The transaction is either a barter, or both money and goods, and neither party has any objection.

However, in the private communication, people are still continuing their guesses from many years ago: they have made such a big battle, maybe they want to restart the rift and release the demons in the ground, right?

Although Prince Rand has no reason to do this, he himself has no rumors of insanity, and his subordinates who walk around the outside world are not abnormal except that they are too arrogant. Sometimes if the projects in the fog consume too much labor, they Not only do they have to buy slaves from the outside world, but they also invite some bishops to hold requiem ceremonies. These bishops tremblingly entered the mist and returned to the world safely. Said that the subordinates of Prince Rand supervised nothing more than shallow mining work on the ground, and did not show the slightest plan to go deep underground. During these experiences, the senior priests also discovered another thing, that is, they used a In a contemptuous tone, he referred to the world beyond the Mist as the "human world".

The Alliance Chamber of Commerce cannot directly intervene in the trade cycle established by other chambers of commerce with the Kingdom of Mist, but the extremely outstanding cost performance of Alliance products makes them inevitably flow into the Kingdom of Mist—this is probably the only reasonable reason why they can An explanation that aroused the interest of the Knights of Tita.

Whatever the motivation for this Cavaliers team to go to the Midwest, it must be a worthwhile trip.

Information was collected and collected in an orderly manner, waiting for the arrival of the second supply ship, but Ansalu and other workers in the Wyatt region of the alliance did not expect that their intersection with the kingdom of fog would happen again in such a short period of time.

And the people who came were completely beyond their imagination.

It was a very ordinary morning, and summer had ushered in the hottest stage. Even the rising sun was white. The sun crossed the courtyard wall and shone on the courtyard outside the "printing factory", and fell into a dense forest. On the canopy of the trees, there are only fragmentary spots of light scattered in the forest. The masonry trails are winding, and the trails of different materials cross the courtyard, leading to the same small white building hidden in the shade of greenery. The breeze blows the winding corridors. The leaves of the vines are like clouds, and the rising sun shines on the rocks on the other side of the courtyard. The gurgling water flows from the rockery into the large pool, and the fish swim through the leaf stalks of the water lilies, flicking their tails and splashing crystal cool water.

This oversized courtyard makes it look less like a workshop, and the three-storey "reception" does not look like a workshop at all. The real production site of the printing factory was placed by the Alliance. In the deepest depths, only the faint, lingering smell of ink in the air reminds one of its true function.However, the people who built it did not seek to be worthy of the name, and those who come here to associate with the alliance people also like their style, because it makes people feel that the transaction they are going to make is noble and elegant, not a little bit out of the world Bronze stinks—even if the Confederates' printing business makes all the opposite.

All in all, no matter what outsiders think of the Alliance people, these "foreign people" have no doubts about their love of green and life.

So the appearance of this guest is extremely eye-catching.

He was dressed in plain linen, with one arm bare and one side hanging naturally along the shoulder. It looked like a monk's attire, but no one would think that he was a monk when they saw him, and they would not At the first glance, I found out what he was wearing, and I didn't even notice that the bandage wrapped half of his face, because it wasn't wrapped tightly enough, and some damaged skin was exposed at the junction, and no one would see it.Because people's body will feel before consciousness that an extremely huge life body has come here, and wherever the eyes point is his territory, in addition to tyranny and domineering, people will also feel another kind of heart-pounding feeling. thing.

dead air.

The sunlight in the courtyard seemed to be dimming.

The guest was walking along the corridor, and there was no one on the road. The customers who were talking with the Alliance in the reception hall stood up from their seats like lost souls. Every time the man took a step forward, they took a step back. It wasn't until their backs were close to the wall that they realized that the other party was not alone. Knights in heavy armor guarded both sides of the gate and politely invited the unimportant people out of the manor.

People fled away from the carved gate of the "Printing Factory", first of all thanking themselves for their escape, and then realizing later that the Union people might be in trouble.

The Leaguers have had all sorts of trouble with Wyatt -- they just moved too fast.But this time the trouble was different.All the troubles they had encountered in the past were not as big as this "trouble".

Regarding this point, Ansalu knew it when he first saw the other party.

He stepped forward, put his hands on his chest, and bowed his head slightly, "Your presence makes the plum blossom...Your Majesty." He almost blurted out the word "Your Majesty"—clearly he already thinks that the world doesn't need this Plant something.

"I'm very curious about you." The visitor said, he walked past Anzalu and sat down on the sofa in the center of the hall.He just glanced at Ansaru, and the latter walked over involuntarily, sat down on the sofa on the other side, and turned sideways to him.

"What do you want to know about us?" Ansalu asked.

"Everything," said the visitor.

Ansalu smiled reluctantly, "Everything...is a vague word."

"So it's up to me to know what the limit is." Fatales said.

Ansalu fell silent, then he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

Even if he still doesn't know the real identity of the other party, there is no doubt that this is a king.It wasn't the "kings" that Ansalu saw in the working farm, nor was it something like the king of the Kingdom of Everwood that had rotted on the throne.This is an extremely powerful person who has fought tirelessly for a grand goal, but he is fundamentally different from a magician. In some respects, this character may have some similarities with the highest consul in the Central and Western Regions—for example, Said that they also have the same indifference to the species of "human".

Their cognition of this world is stronger than steel, no one can change their will, and they have the power to prevent their will from being violated by anyone.

Anzalu understood very well.

"I refuse," he said.

He then briefly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he saw that the man was still sitting on the sofa, a hand with only bones left was raised from under the sackcloth, and a light gray stone was held between the white metacarpal bones, it did not look like a gem , There is a mist flowing in the semi-transparent material, and there are shimmering lights in the mist, and then the mist turns into threads, and the shimmering lights are gradually connected together.Anzalu stared at it for a while and then felt dazed.

"Okay," Fatales said.

"...What?" Ansalu asked.

Surrounded by many Alliance members on guard—they formed a confrontation with Tita Knight after Ansalu passed out—Fatares stood up, and his action made the Alliance workers even more nervous. He has already pressed his hands to his waist, his arms are tense, and he is in a posture of pumping but not pumping.

"I thought the world hadn't changed much in the past 200 years," Fatales said flatly as he walked in front of Anza Road. "It doesn't seem so now."

He walked out, treating the crowd as nothing.The swords of the knights facing the Alliance have been half-unsheathed, and there is a scene here that seems a bit ironic: the knights have the unique mark of the Alliance on their sword hilts, Fatales also passed by them indifferently, they hesitated, and put The sword pressed back, and then turned to catch up with his back.

They left the printing factory. The foreign workers of the alliance surrounded Ansalu and were concerned about his situation. The liberators discussed whether to use the emergency plan. Anzalu supported his head and looked at the token of the king , said in a low voice: "Not for now. Let's report the situation back first."

Fatales walks down the street.Wyatt's early morning street market was originally extremely lively. Because of his passing, people disappeared as if under a silencing spell, and like herbivores in the field who sensed the approach of a beast, they stopped all actions and stared. Big, mouth open, some people stand still, some people first slowly retreat, and once they retreat behind some shelters, they turn around and run.

Everyone made way for him.

The knights quietly followed behind the king of the crack era, who was still the supreme king after more than 200 years, respectfully and awe-inspiring.

Until the group of them left the city, the army sent by Marquis Wyatt only dared to stay a hundred paces away. Although they brought sharp swords and longbows, none of them dared to fight against this uninvited powerful army. Visitors hold up.Before boarding, a bright-eyed knight glanced back at them.

"Your Majesty." She turned her head away again, showing no interest in these wastes who can only be aggressive in a small area, "Are those allies worthy of your attention?"

"Don't worry about it," Fatales simply said.

The brand-new and gorgeous boat also moves without oars. Driven by the magic circle, the bottom of the boat glides gently across the water surface like rubbing oil. The billowing ripples go with the waves, and the shadow of the sail falls on Fatales. His eyes reflected the distance, and he still held the memory stone in his hand.

Anzalu, a son of a nobleman who fell so low that he became a bandit, has now completely betrayed his class and served the outsiders who have occupied his hometown.His defection was entirely based on his personal choice, and his conversion was extremely thorough. During this process, he did not encounter any difficult moral choices.Even though he chose to quit the army because he couldn't bear the large-scale killings caused by those weapons, and devoted himself to the field of foreign affairs to serve the alliance, he still believed that the nature of the war waged by the alliance was just.

Men should not be sacrificed needlessly, but since the struggle is inevitable, the alliance of right and light should win all.

He is not a naive and credulous teenager, nor is he a cynical extremist. His reasons for obeying the original "pioneer" are extremely utilitarian. Every step of transformation to the other party is accompanied by a strong denial of his past life. He is not entirely happy. Walk the path of becoming a liberator without setbacks.Even if he has become the liberator he wanted to be, even if his companions and Shangfeng have expressed considerable approval for his achievements, he does not think that he has fulfilled the oath he made in front of that person.

that person……

Fatales closed his eyes, and imagined in his mind the image of the "magician" who may or may not be a gifted person.

With short black hair and black eyes, he looked at him calmly, with an aura that didn't belong to this world.

Fatales opened his eyes.

There is finally a person who can bring about change in this world, which he wanted to look for 200 years ago but never got.This "magician" descended silently, as if a seed took root in the barren soil, and suddenly it became deeply rooted and leafy.Not just wisdom and long-term vision, he is transforming the world from the foundational level.

A rare figure in thousands of years.Ansalu's belief in him and the agenda he preaches is very reasonable.

But he was too late.

No matter when the "magician" came to this world, he came too late.

Fatales' trip had a huge impact on the entire Sky City, and even Prince Rand could die, but without His Majesty, this great city can only become an isolated island floating in the void.Seeing him come back from the world safely, with the same world-weary attitude as before, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he knew that the King of People didn't like him very much, Prince Rand went to see him after his return and asked him about his experiences and experiences when he went out this time. It was only when the high-level magic weapon of the Forest of Light attracted the King's attention that Prince Rand hesitantly mentioned to him a new power rising in the southern sea.

"They have astonishing long-distance navigation capabilities and quite powerful force. After occupying some small coastal countries, they converted them into their midway ports. According to estimates, their shipping routes can reach as far as the east of Central Continent, and even go directly to The borders of the Central Empire."

"There is enough reason to suspect that the rebellion of the elves and the division of the Central Empire are all related to the Western Alliance behind them."

"The elves have not rebelled," Fatales said.

Prince Rand lowered his head, "I made a slip of the tongue. But..."

"If you believe that they are rebels in your heart, you can use this city to conquer them." Fatales said.

"No, Your Majesty." Prince Rand said, "In any case, the elves were once your close comrades-in-arms. If the royal family hadn't fallen, they might not have separated from the empire. Our primary goal is still to eliminate the rebellion, reorganize the empire, and continue Glory. As long as the world returns to its proper order, everything will return to normal."

"There is nothing immutable in the world."

"As long as human beings still live under the starry sky, we will eternally pursue order and truth." Prince Rand said, "What's more, most of the problems in this world are just problems of insufficient power."

He looked at Fatales with those red eyes like bloody deposits.In terms of experience, means, ambition and will to achieve his goals, Prince Rand is worthy of the firm followers he has received. He can take the initiative to leave the center of power, endure misunderstanding and ridicule, persevere in pursuit, and use all means to realize his ideals. Even after such a long road, he was still young.

Fatales doesn't like him, he still focuses on Fatales in everything, never uses any words or actions to spy on how much of his power is left, even the people who are arranged to serve him are bright-hearted and loyal The king of men was more loyal to Rand himself.

Regardless of whether the city of sky is up or down, Fatales will always be His Majesty, and he is just "Your Highness".

Fatales looked at him as if looking into his soul through those eyes.

But the gaze only lasted for a moment, and when Prince Rand was ready to listen to the lesson, Fatales lowered his eyes tiredly.

"Then do as you wish," he said. "If there is a mistake, it is all my fault."

"History has passed, and your achievements have long been proved by time. After paying such a major and thorough sacrifice, you are already the most precious and irreplaceable existence in this world. If possible, I hope you can remember , and occasionally take pity on those of us children who have to rely on you for direction."

"You don't need to use these words, I will not refuse your request." Fatales said, "In fact, this is what I have lived to this day."

"You can't win," Agares recalled.

"In fact, since you stepped into this world, everything has been settled." The demon said to Fatales next to the corpse of the Elf King, "You have no other choice."