Take Taobao with you to another world

Wenfeng rejected the brown-haired girl's hand to help him, slowly turned over and sat up, and drank the full bowl of porridge in one go.

He was extremely lucky to be able to get his life back from those bastards of Hermes. Now he can not only return to his tribe, but also have a warm place to sleep, medicine to heal his wounds, good food to eat, and Let someone serve him... What a joke!

Not only Wenfeng couldn't stand it, but other clansmen who received the same treatment also felt very uncomfortable, although they didn't hate this kind of treatment at all.

When they were taken away from Hermes, these survivors who were driven like livestock thought they were just being taken from one hell to another. No one thought they could survive this winter.When enduring the freezing and hunger in the overcrowded wooden cage, no one could have imagined that they were actually on their way home.Although the land that the tribe has survived for nearly a hundred years can no longer go back, the survivors who have been scattered here are not so deeply attached to the land.Their real spiritual support is their own people.

Wenfeng returned to the icy land of Hermes last night. The rough stones ground his hands to the point of blood. The companion holding the stone in front tripped and staggered. At his waist, the young clansman was carried forward by the stone in his arms, and his head hit the sharp stone on the ground heavily.The thick blood color scorched the cold scene, Wen Feng rushed over and hugged the 16-year-old, his sister's only son.The huge wound caused by the sharp stone tip extended from the back of the boy's ear to the corner of his eye, and unstoppable blood flowed down like water, soaking Wen Feng's half body.He hugged the boy whose body was cooling down tightly, and the overseer almost smashed his entire back with a barbed whip, but he didn't remember the pain that pierced his bones, he only remembered that the warm blood on his body was gradually changing. Cold, colder than wind and snow, the cold made his whole body stiff, like the body of a teenager who has lost all warmth.

The cold pulled him out of the dream.Even though it was late at night, lights were still burning in this tent specially prepared for the wounded.Wen Feng, who struggled to get up, stared blankly at the bean-like light not far away, and the memories of the past began to reappear in his mind.

He later fell into a coma and had a high fever for a day and a night.The people who moved him back had nothing to do. They thought he was destined to die, but he woke up on that moonless night.He still couldn't feel the pain of the wound, he just felt like there was a heavy lump on his back, pressing him down and making his movements less agile.But the instinct of being an excellent hunter was still in his blood. He quietly touched out without disturbing any of the tired clansmen, and then spent half a day crossing the quarry to reach the residence of the slave overseer.

The memory behind was a little fuzzy, he couldn't remember how he found the supervisor and killed him.The high fever all over his body was about to burn his brain. He stepped on the blood on the ground and tried his best to leave there, but his body had no strength left.His legs were weak, so he walked on his knees, and the hard shell on his back was as heavy as a mountain, pressing his back to the ground, panting, grasping the ground with his hands, and slowly wriggling outward like a worm.

"It's so ugly." Someone chuckled from the side.

Wen Feng wasn't sure if that sentence ever existed. At that time, his mind was full of eccentricities, and he could hardly see or hear him at all. He could only vaguely feel that someone had lifted him to a certain leeward corner, causing his consciousness to fall into darkness. He poured a very spicy potion, the foreign flames and the power in his body vying to dominate him, after the extreme burning sensation, his brain suddenly went cold, the flowing flames seemed to descend below the neck, Wen Feng gradually woke up.He had already stepped into the abyss of death with one foot, but was pulled back.

"Hey survivor, can you hear me?" one asked.

Wen Feng panted and raised his head, trying his best to find the person who spoke to him in the darkness, but there was only darkness in his vision.

"There are a lot of bereaved people who can find them, but it's this kind of dying... You just want to waste my potion, Sible?" Another person said coldly.

"He's very interesting." The person who spoke before said with a smile, "I'll return the quick-acting potion to you when I go back. Hey, dying bereaved, I saved you, answer my question quickly, you can hear me Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Wenfeng took a few deep breaths, and said with difficulty, "...you...who are you?"

"Branto, I didn't waste your potion. You can see that he knows how to listen to the official language of the west. I wasted a little time to investigate the affairs of the Central Empire. It's almost time to return to the city. It's him." The man said briskly Said.

"Whose responsibility do you think it is?" the companion there complained.

"Okay, okay." The man said with a smile. After a short pause, he changed his tone. When he spoke again, the frivolity that was always smiling was gone. It seems to be engraved with power, word by word engraved in people's minds, "We are the messengers. The co-lords of the 72nd Federation of the Far East, the leader of the White Holy City, the storm lord Astaros and the court prince Jaga, I would like to extend my welcome to the alien stars who visit this world."

Wen Feng listened to the extremely awkward written language with half understanding, every word the other party said made him feel very uncomfortable, but he was powerless to resist.

"In the mirror image presented by the sea of ​​eternity that travels through time and space, the prince saw the opposite of the throne of our king, which is comparable to the double stars of the sun and the moon rising from the black sea. Destiny is like a river rushing to its final destination. Before that In the lonely and boring long time, the supreme beings living on the other side of the world are looking forward to the day when the orbits of the double stars meet."

There was another pause, and the speaker let out a long breath of relief. "Okay, my message is over."

"...Who do you want me to pass on to?" Wen Feng asked slowly.

"You will know when the time comes." The other party replied

"...I can't survive...this winter..."

"You will survive." The man said, "Branto's potion hasn't lost its effect yet, and you're quite tenacious. The people of the Tita Knights are coming, and the bad luck of your group is almost over. Remember to bring these words to that person, and don’t die on the way.”

The potion that was injected before burned all the way to the heart, and the pain in the body was coming back, and Wen Feng breathed rapidly, "...that person, who is it?"

"Our crown prince said that he is the one who leads you to another turning point in history. This is really a strange statement, isn't it something like restoration of the country. The total number of people in your bereaved family is only a few hundred thousand, even if the restoration of the country Now, it’s just a small country. What’s the difference if there is one more country in Central Continent and one less country?” The other party seemed to come closer, and touched Wenfeng’s cold face with his warm hand, “Oh, you are quite Interesting, I really want to take you back to my tower."

"Your taste is getting weirder and weirder." The man's companion said, "Stop dawdling and go back to the city."

"Okay." The man said with some regret, "Then goodbye, survivors."

He remembered.These things poured into his memory along with that fire-like potion, which made him so comatose that when the man who came with the lizard to take them all showed up.On the way, he always felt as if he had forgotten something, until what they called "when the time comes", the dream was like a key, releasing the blocked memory.

Because he already knew whose ears to convey those words to.

Wenfeng got off his bed, put on the animal skin slippers placed in front of the bed, and walked out of the tent on the soft dry grass.The women who took care of the wounded and sick didn't pay much attention to his behavior, because the wounded who can barely walk around go to the bathroom by themselves.

Wenfeng stepped out of the tent, the morning sun shone into his light brown pupils, causing him to squint his eyes.On the flat and open land in front of you, people with different hair colors and skin colors are working.Nearest to him, a group of people were wielding their shovels, digging a half-man-deep trench along the white lines drawn with stone powder at both ends. The hard shovel heads have been polished brightly, making it easy to shovel in and raise .Their goal seemed to be to dig a huge square ditch end to end along these white lines.And in the center of this square, tall logs are being erected along similar lines, and more logs are being sent there from the distant river bank.But the place with the most concentrated flow of people is farther away. Hearing the wind, he could see an arched building that was taking shape. Near that building, the ore that people carried in various backpacks and wheelbarrows had piled up like a hill.

There was no one of his clan nearby, and Wenfeng didn't want to ask outsiders, so he walked forward slowly.He paused as he passed the clock and looked up at the striking sign.After looking at it for a while, Wen Feng still didn't understand the purpose of the unknown sign, which only had a long brown needle that would jump up and down. He gave up exploring very simply, and turned around to move toward the figure with black hair. place to go.

"Uncle Wenfeng!"

Wen Feng turned around, and the black-haired boy with a clay pot in his arms ran towards him, "Uncle Wen Feng, your injury is still not healed, where do you want to go?"

"Feng An, you came just in time." Wen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you know where that 'Sorcerer' is?"

"Master Sorcerer?"

"I have something to tell him." Wen Feng said.

Feng An would not refuse his request. Not long after, on the construction site where dozens of columns had already been lined up, Wen Feng met the legendary "magician" for the first time.The other party was discussing something with Fan Tianlan who had returned to the tribe not long ago. After he arrived, the man turned around.He was a young man with a very unique temperament. Just like the rumors heard after Wenfeng returned, he had purer black eyes than those of the bereaved family. Under the gaze of those quiet eyes, Wenfeng spoke to him very unskillfully. a gift.

"When I was still in Hermes, someone asked me to give you a message for them." Wenfeng said, before he could organize his words, an inexplicable force locked his throat, and then a sentence that did not belong to him The voice rang out.The words etched into his brain that night, across time, reappear here and now.

After the last syllable fell, the young magician who had quietly listened to these sentences turned his head and asked the young man beside him in a low voice.The latter thought for a while and replied, "The main idea of ​​this passage is hello, if I have time, I hope to meet you."