Take Taobao with you to another world

The deep drum sound came from a distant place, long and ancient, like the heartbeat of the earth.

The setting sun has turned into a warm ball in the sky that is about to fall. After a whole day of hustle and bustle, the Sacher tribe, who had finally prepared everything needed for the celebration, calmed down, and the slaves of humans and other beast races were driven away Back to their residence, all kinds of sacrifices were also sent to the altar by the wolf girls. Along the straightest passage in the center of the tribe, wooden stake torches the size of bowls were gradually lit, and some kind of medicinal herb was added to the oil. , as the fire continued to go on, the fragrance known as the breath of the gods gradually permeated the brightly illuminated avenue.Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, the Bis knights of Sachel lined up along the road holding long swords. At this time, the sacrificial ceremony had not really started, and tens of thousands of werewolves were crowded at both ends of the central avenue and waited. , no one dared to take a step forward, on the road leading to the altar at the end of the tribe, only silent knights stood like statues on both sides.

The distant drumbeat vibrated the air, and when the slow drumbeat came to an end, the most crucial ceremony was about to begin.

In the myths handed down by the orcs, they are a race that is similar to and different from human beings. They are the lives formed by the truth uttered by the gods at the beginning of chaos. The naming day has a special meaning for them. Those who have to first clean the body.Because there are still varying degrees of animal characteristics on their bodies, werewolves seldom use water when they take care of themselves. Yun Shen, who is also bound by their customs, naturally cannot use dry sand to wipe his back or use a mane brush to brush his hair. Thanks to Isaac According to Er's conditions, although Yunshen and the others can boil hot water immediately, the utensils for bathing can only be made of earthenware pots for cooking, so he is the same as Shiratori and the others, after a little preparation, he and Tianlan Together, we went to a nearby water source to take a quick shower, and then came back to change our clothes.

Now that the uniforms of the bodyguards have been prepared, Yunshen's special dresses have also been prepared. The women of the Tashan tribe and the bereaved tribe are especially enthusiastic about this job, but the three major professional systems of Central Continent have clear standards for the dress code of those who are gifted with strength. Not only the color of clothes, but even the decorations have specific meanings. Yunshen still has a lot of general knowledge courses to make up in this field. In the end, it was Fan Tianlan who set the final style for his current identity.

When half of the setting sun was in Yuanlan, the drums stopped.

The sound of fabric rubbing and metal accessories hitting each other in the tent also paused. The white bird who was guarding outside turned his gaze to the door. Fan Tianlan, who was wearing the same black uniform as them, walked out first. He had black hair, black eyes and black clothes. The scabbard of the ceremonial knife in the room was dark, and his sense of presence was stronger than that of all his fellows. He exchanged glances with Shiratori, then turned around and said to the striking white robe emerging from the dim twilight, "Master, the preparations have begun."

The drums sounded again, but with a different rhythm.

The black-haired young man with a calm face put down the large sleeves with golden stripes to cover his father's relics. After looking up at the distance, he said, "Let's go."

In the center of the altar, a gray-and-white shaman was chanting words to the faded black totem on the huge rock opposite. The werewolf men with bare upper body and coats of arms painted on their chests were holding beast-headed spears and lined up on both sides with solemn expressions.It has been 17 years since he became the head of the patriarch, and his position is still stable. Scar, who can't be shaken by wolves, stands near the sacrifice, holding his big black sword with obvious gaps in one hand, and resting his hand on his hip. The resulting impatience poses.

Although such an attitude is very disrespectful to the ritual, after Scar has returned the first two shamans to nature, the witty successor will not be too obsessed with what cannot be changed.

The huge black leather-covered drum beat the pulse of the audience, and the square under the altar was wide enough to accommodate Sahel and almost all of Sahel's werewolves.This is a day that is equally important to both tribes. The blood rock depicting the ancient totem of the Sahir tribe is the only sign of the orthodoxy of the wolf tribe. Even if the tribe splits and moves far away, Sahir will send people back here every year to participate The sacrificial ceremony, but this is the first time that there are 270 people under the patriarch and the commander. Sitting in the most front position, looking at the guy on the altar whose posture is hard to be called correct. Tooth is impossible without an idea.

Even he has a little more ideas.

"That sword..." The black-haired knight beside him said hesitantly. The werewolf's eyesight was very good, and he would never miss the gap on the meteorite sword.

"He doesn't even cherish the weapons that accompany him, what kind of knight is this guy?" Another gray knight snorted softly.

"He's a demon wolf, that's enough." Lord Fang said.

"How does it compare to the Demon Sword's Crazy Blood?"

Braland Sharp looked quietly at the tall figure on the altar. As the owner of the generation of Demon Sword, this grey-haired werewolf had a rather steady appearance. More importantly, he was bigger than Si Ka is still 5 years younger. This age is not only for human fighters, but also for werewolves. It is also a golden age for the right balance of experience and strength. "You won't know until you fight."

"Although it is hard iron that fell from the sky, those gaps are left when fighting with ordinary weapons, right? Can they withstand the blow of mad blood?" said the gray knight Koror Gale who just snorted, "Even if he It's a demon wolf, can it be enough to show its claws just like killing Poirot Lightning's bastards?"

"But Scar Nightmare didn't say anything about it..." Ivy Agni who spoke first said softly, "After agreeing to the merger, he provoked us Sahir like this, what was he thinking?"

"Because Poirot and his clan are idiots, death is not a pity." Koror Gale sneered.

"Shut up Gale." Braland turned to look at him. "No matter what, Poirot is Sahir's man. Their death is not something to be happy about."

Lord Biter didn't say anything, and it was Sahir who provoked him first. Poirot and his clan thought too highly of themselves. expectations.However, including his family members, the thirteen werewolves on Poirot's side were powerless under Scar's hands, so he had to re-evaluate Scar's combat power.

Only Braland accepted the result at the price of blood.

"But I heard that Ska just stood in that position relying on his strength and talent..." Ivy then said slowly.

"Who knows what he's thinking?" Braland's warning to him didn't seem to have any deterrent effect, Koror said in a low voice, "For such a serious ceremony as the Naming Day Sacrifice, he actually invited a human gifted with power. Is it the behavior of a wolf leader?"

This is not something that can be easily exposed. Lord Fang was silent for a moment, and then said, "I remember that there was a human pet with white hair and red eyes next to Scar Nightmare. It seems that he has been around for so many years. He probably because of this Feel good about humans."

Although the pharmacist is an important existence for Sacher to keep the tribe's ecological balance, but not many Sachers know about it. After hearing the news, all the werewolves except Braland showed surprised expressions. After that, there was unconcealed contempt.

"Human pet, what is he thinking?" Ivy Gale murmured, "Isn't he already 34 years old?"

"White hair and red eyes, what kind of rabbit does he raise like a wolf?" Koror Gale said, "Even if it is a cub, the meat is already old by now, right?"

Standing under the altar, the extremely eye-catching silver-white knight twitched his ears slightly, and turned his gaze to the Sahil people who are still considered outsiders. The only Braland who did not comment on this turned his body slightly, and his eyes just matched He is on.After the silent eye contact, Boss looked away, and Braland was still staring at the silver hair tied behind his head, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and whispered that Ska's vulgar companion did not notice his Distracted.

"You've been taken by that pervert, it's best not to confront him directly these days." Ska, who didn't know when he walked to the altar, squatted down and said to his centurion, "Only a lunatic can become a monster." Master of the magic sword."

Boss lowered his head and replied, "Yes." After a pause, he continued, "However, they really..."

"Oh, those noises?" Scar smiled, "Anyway, I won't be able to hear them in two days, so I won't care too much about them."

"what do you mean--"

"I'm a reckless man standing in this position relying on my strength and talent," Scar grinned, "It's better not to bark wild dogs without strength in front of me." The werewolf not only has good eyesight, but also has good ears.

Looking at the increasingly dense crowd, Scar asked Boss in a low voice, "Speaking of which, why hasn't the pharmacist come back yet?"

"...The pharmacist just walked away for a while."

Scar stood up a little depressed, "It's just a Far East magician, he doesn't need to leave me to meet him, right? Sure enough, he has lost the freshness of me, right?"

You think too much, not to mention that you clearly stated at the elder meeting that you should pay attention to this Far Eastern magician, wasn't it you?Although the childhood admiration and longing grew older, and the closer he got to the patriarch, who is called the strongest Sacher in history, the more he was shattered. Perth, who is strict in nature, still can't let go of his divergence. The mind copes with ease.

A commotion of human voices came from a distance, and Boss turned around immediately, his amber eyes narrowed.He assumes the responsibility of guarding the rally and needs to pay attention to any abnormal situation.The noise gradually spread into the square, not only the ordinary werewolves standing outside, but even the representative of Sahir in front also cast their eyes on it.

Ska clicked his tongue behind Boss, "What happened, are they here to steal the limelight from me?"

Divided into two rows of werewolf knights holding long sticks, they shouted and lined up ordinary werewolves in front of them, creating a wide passage in the dense crowd that could accommodate three wildebeests walking forward side by side. In He Li's ears, the black-haired human beings who were dressed in neat clothes and came at a neat pace were very prominent. Although the Fuchun flowers on their chests showed their identity as invited, the talent of the survivors in physical strength had long been recognized by others. Familiar, but this treatment is still considered extraordinary.But the werewolves who were driven to both sides had scorching eyes, and they were not paying attention to these ordinary humans.There were exclamations one after another, and under the strong suppression of the Knights of Biss, the density of the thick human wall that was constantly being squeezed became more and more terrifying, and the sound of bones being squeezed and overwhelmed could even be heard amidst the noise.The long hair was tied behind him with a black rope, and the pharmacist in the robe of the same color frowned, and swept over with his colorful eyes, the pressure on the Bees knights immediately eased.

"Black hair and black eyes, a Far Eastern magician who descended from the sky..." Ivy Agni said softly.

"I finally saw it." Lord Biter sighed.

"The white robe, the cuffs and hem are embroidered with the Mandalorian emblem, at least the strength of a high-ranking mage above the middle level, a golden badge and 5 threads... He is also an alchemist, and he has two black power rings on his hand but Without a headgear, he is a nobleman, not a royal family." Braland followed the focus of everyone's gaze, and explained in a low voice to his elder brother beside him.

"It's enough that he's a Far Easterner with dark hair and eyes," Kroll said.

Scar stood on the altar, his strong body towering like a huge rock behind him, looking down at the group of distinguished guests who came in a silent high-pitched manner, his gaze first passed over the face of the only sword-wielding servant on the right , and then stopped on the handsome young man with black hair and white robe standing in the middle.

After staring at those eyes like the starry sky in the quiet night for a while, Ska laughed.

"The sun went down, and then you came, Far East magician."

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The author has something to say: Regarding the super recovery grade, the 60-hardness spin-welded cutting-blade knife...Although it can be used in actual combat, let Fan Fan fight with a knife worth more than 7 yuan. Yunshen Tongzi is really eccentric.