Take Taobao with you to another world

The second day after the delegation that Sahir came to compete for the place of warriors settled down in Sahir, the representatives of the bereaved family also came to the tribe of werewolves.

Tents of various colors are lined up on the wide land surrounded by low walls made of stones. For this important day, the whole tribe showed a slightly nervous and busy appearance, moving items on the road between the tents and driving the werewolves of the livestock. People, slaves, and patrolling guards came in an endless stream. Even though they were separated by a considerable distance, the hustle and bustle from the residence could reach the ears of those who came.Shiratori reined in the reins, raised his left hand, and the other 9 bereaved youths who followed behind him also stopped.

After seven days of continuous practice, the horse riding skills of these bereaved youths no longer show any traces of novices.And the black-haired cavalry team, dressed in uniform army green cavalry uniforms, with straight chest and strong body, and black wildebeest under their seats, is particularly eye-catching on the grassland with chilling colors in early winter. After seeing this group of people, the sentinel who had been on guard shouted loudly, "Who is here?"

"We are the messengers of the bereaved family. There are a total of ten people under Captain Shiratori, and we are invited to participate in the celebration of Sacher's Naming Day!"

When he heard the news, the pharmacist was counting the spices to be used in tonight's banquet. Scar, who couldn't bear the strong smell, stayed outside to talk to the messenger, and the voice came in very clearly.

"What? The magician doesn't seem to be here?"

"The survivors say that their strength talents cannot ride horses..."

Pharmacist's unhurried movements paused for a moment, but Ska snorted extremely disdainfully.

"...so he will come by the way of heaven."

The people outside were quiet for a while, before Scar's voice sounded, "The way to heaven? Are all the black-haired guys Astaros?"

"That's what the survivors who led the team said. In addition, they also said that at most the sun shadow should move a distance of one foot, and their strength talent will arrive. Please make preparations first."

"Preparation? What preparation?" Scar said, "My place is not the Central Empire, there is no Campo de' Fiori!"

"No, it was the leader of the bereaved clan named Shiratori who said that if there is any vision in the sky at that time, it means that their power talent has arrived. Please don't attack without authorization."

Scar seemed to be grinding his teeth, and then snorted twice, "I, Sachel, is that kind of cowardly ignorant tribe? Even a little vision from the sky can make us panic? Let him come, isn't it? Can he still ride a dragon?"

All real dragons are dead in Middle-earth, so of course this is impossible.However, the tribe of Sasheer still failed the expectations of Patriarch Ska. When the huge colorful bud appeared from the sky and flew towards the tribe of Sasheer, they didn't care about the envoys of the survivors at first. The werewolves were confused at the beginning, and then including Sahir's people, thousands of werewolves and humans, either aboveboard or sneaking, ran towards the power talent who was said to come from the bereaved family where it might land.

The dedicated guarding knights confined most of the werewolves and slaves within the low wall, but Ska, who never expected to see such a thing, sent a hundred knights headed by Boss, forming two rows of knights Outside the gate on the east side, they waited nervously, seemingly expressionless.

As the comer got closer, almost everyone raised their heads.The closer you are, the more you will feel the hugeness of this alien flying tool. Some people secretly speculate that maybe only the shaman holy tower in the imperial capital has such a height. At the streamlined bottom with a round top and a pointed bottom, it is blowing dry grass In the long wind, the flames burning straight upwards gradually diminished, and the small rectangular hanging basket under the huge airbag slowly descended, and landed steadily under the watchful eyes of thousands of eyes.

The remaining knights who came out to wait along with the centurion Perth stepped forward happily, the guardrail on one side of the hanging basket was opened, and two people walked out from it.

The airbag that had lost its lift slowly collapsed, and the bereaved youths who had already practiced once completed a brief welcoming task and ran over to put it away. Boss tried to put on a calm attitude, took off his goggles, put his gloves on Handing it over to the black-haired young man behind him, he said, "Welcome to the Sacher tribe, magician."

"We'll see you again, Centurion." The black-haired young man with a very impressive appearance smiled and replied in his gentle voice.

"It's an honor for you to remember a little person like me...the official celebration will begin in the evening," after seeing his true personality under his gentle appearance, Boss could only use the words from the caravan he had contacted. Responding to the polite words I remembered, I glanced at the tall man behind him by the way, "Your residence is ready, please come with me."

The sorcerer temporarily living in the bereaved family nodded slightly, and declined the suggestion of the dignified Boss to help the bereaved family who was cleaning up the airbags. He stepped into the gate of Sacher's stone pillar. It seemed that two pairs of round eyes were staring at the black-haired young man together with thousands of surprised faces on both sides of the low wall.The dense gaze and swarm-like whispers made even the guarding werewolf knights feel uncomfortable, but the person who really received the attention didn't even give him a glance.

After taking this distinguished guest to the tent specially arranged by the pharmacist, Perth, who had completed this task, immediately left.

The animal skin curtain was lowered, and because there were no ventilation holes for the windows, oil lamps were needed in the tent that became extremely dark after the curtain was lowered.The peculiar smell of burning animal fat permeated the air. Fan Tianlan was still checking every corner of the tent. Yun Shen patted the fur bed on the wooden frame. Putting aside the worries that he couldn't let go outside, he half-heartedly looked tired. Lie down.

Although it was not the first time to ride a hot air balloon, Yunshen still had very little operating experience. In order to land near the Sasheer tribe as accurately as possible, he really spent a lot of effort.This is just the beginning, the situation he has to face in the past few days in Sacher may not be simpler than this.

"Wei Jie was really watched to death..." he murmured.

"What?" The young man with good hearing turned his head and looked at him with concern.

"It's nothing, I just remembered an ancient legend." Yun Shen smiled, propped himself up and sat up, "They are going to start the celebration this evening. What is the general process like?"

Fan Tianlan came over and leaned over to tidy up the animal furs on the couch, "Sacrificing, eating meat, drinking, dancing, that's all. There are still a few hours, you should rest first."

Yun Shen thought for a while, in these processes, it seems that he only needs to be a bystander?At this time, Fan Tianlan had already opened the huge backpack he was carrying just now, and pulled out a thin quilt cover from it.

The luggage for going out, except for some items that Yunshen specified to bring, everything else was left to Tianlan.Unexpectedly, he would even pack this. Yun Shen watched the young man pull out a knife from his belt, cut a few pieces of thick brown fur with dense black spots into squares, and then used the tip of the knife to draw the sewing thread, Sew them together with the Kevlar that comes with you and tuck them just right into the duvet cover.

Looking at Tian Lan who had only spent ten minutes getting rid of a quilt, Yun Shen inexplicably thought of a line: It's really traveling at home, murder and arson are necessary.It took him a while to remember that this was still someone else's place after all.

"This is the guest's right." Fan Tianlan said after spreading out the quilt, and he lifted a corner of the quilt cover, which meant it was self-evident.

It is rare that Yun Shen, who is so free, is still thinking about whether he can use this time to do some work. The young man who has been waiting for a while directly stuffs the person in, and finally pats the quilt. Yun Shen was a little dumbfounded.

Ming Ming was much younger than him...but Yun Shen finally fell asleep.

Project planning, mechanical design, technical guidance, as well as supervisors and some popular science education as much as possible to spare time, Yunshen never sleeps more than seven hours a day, physical exertion is nothing, mental exhaustion is exhaustion root.Although Fan Tianlan's work and rest time was the same as his, and even had less rest time than him, but in the case of a significant gap in physical and mental strength between the two, Yun Shen was naturally the one who couldn't handle it first.

The black-haired young man sitting on the edge of the simple bed quietly looked at the sleeping face. Under the faint light of the oil lamp, the golden light danced in his eyes, as real as it seemed.He stretched out his hand, and slowly touched the dark blue color under Yunshen's eyes. The soft touch inversely proportional to the rough fingertips made him quickly retract his movement, then he raised his head and turned his gaze to the rope that had been tied beyond the curtain.

Footsteps from far to near.

In another part of the Sacher Tribe, Shiratori and his teammates, who had finally put away the airbags, moved all the things brought by the magician to their residence. No matter the clothes or appearance were very different, they didn’t know about it along the way. How many sights have been harvested, but no one came up to talk to them.

Compared with the VIP treatment Yun Shen received, although these youths who were defined as escorts also had their exclusive tents, their living conditions were much worse.The poor-quality animal skins on the straw poles, when sitting down, insects crawled out from the bottom in a panic, and Shiratori, who piled up all the luggage on the other side of the tent, crushed several millipedes to death with his toes, watching the The companion who lifted the animal skin and slapped it frowned.

"It's just a place to sleep for a few nights, it's almost enough." After a pause, he continued, "A few dozen days ago, the place we lived in was not even as good as this?"

Compared with the dewy mountain valleys, rough rocky ground, dark and dangerous mountain passages, and forests after rain, these non-toxic insects are really not a problem.Another young man from the bereaved family stopped his movements and scratched his chin with his index finger, "It's much better than that time, but compared with our dormitory..."

"Of course it can't be compared." One person said, and gave up the plan to continue tidying up. "The place where the magician lives is a bit far away from us. Only 'that person' stays with him. Isn't there any problem?"

"Didn't you already try it before you set off?" Someone replied casually, "Ten of us can't deal with one of him."

"If something really happens, we'll be there in less than five minutes." Shiratori thought for a while, "Sachel shouldn't be so stupid as to attack the magician now, we'd better play it by ear."

"Speaking of which, there are a few guys staring at us on the road wearing leather armor. They look different from Sachel's people. I can't tell what the werewolves look like," the first young man who responded to Shiratori went to On the edge of the tent, there was a small hole through which the wind could leak in. "They must be from the Sahir tribe? They don't look very good at us."

"What's so great about wearing leather armor? If you have the ability to compare with us." Someone replied, knocking on his chest. Of course, it was not the chest cavity that made a dull sound under the knocking of the knuckles, but the stronger body. thing.These stand-up collar garments are not just prepared for uniformity and eye-catching, but their real equipment is under the seemingly regular version.

Shiratori glared at the showy guy, "Don't show it until the time comes!"

The guy with a calm tone before sighed, and asked softly, "Do you really want to sell these weapons and armor to Sachel?"

"It's not the treasure that is at fault, but the weak holding the treasure. Remember what the magician said." Shiratori said calmly.