Take Taobao with you to another world

Shiratori rolled twice on the ground, pulled his knife into the ground and stopped, and then got up. Most of his companions were forced to fall to the ground by the shock just now, and Shiratori's ears are still buzzing now. Fortunately, Fan Tianlan protected the sorcerer very well. Under the shield of the strongest person in the bereaved clan, the really not strong black-haired sorcerer seemed to be fine. After Fan Tianlan helped him up, he could still Talking to another person as usual... Shiratori suddenly took two steps forward, holding a knife in his hand.

——Because the one standing opposite the magician is not human.

The straight body with slender hands and feet is wearing white armor, the long white hair has a pair of pointed ears standing upright, and a pair of ice-blue eyes can be seen on half of the face, but the point is not how strange the white-haired werewolf is. It was the hand he was holding on to the sorcerer, faintly showing the color of a raging fire behind him.

"Tianlan." Yun Shen turned his head, and said to Fan Tianlan, who looked rather unfriendly, "This is Xiu Moore Bingshan from the wolf clan."

Except for the ears standing on the top of the head, the person whose appearance was closer to human than Biska smiled at Fan Tianlan.

You have a fine knife, young man.

Because of the loss of his body made of ice crystals, Xiu Moore couldn't speak directly. He looked around, as if there was an obvious sense of nostalgia in the voice from another world.

And this world that I haven't seen in 200 years is really nostalgic.

Damn it was exciting enough tonight.

Poohing the sand out of his mouth, Scar looked back at his clansmen. Although the impact just now was violent, the air wave attack did not cause much actual damage on the whole, especially the Biss knights in the front row, with rough skin and thick flesh. , Get up and you'll be fine.These very disciplined werewolves started to get back into formation after getting up, but the two giant wolves, ice and fire, seemed to have disappeared after the loud noise, only the fire was still burning on the almost flattened altar, and some werewolf faces Made a blank expression.

The formation of the Bis Knights was prepared for combat, but the purpose of Ska asking them to set up their formation was to make the later retreat as fast and orderly as possible.No matter how brave they are, these knights are nothing more than flesh and blood, and they can easily be kicked away even with the magic sword and blood.Even if he is as confident as Ska, he doesn’t think he can intervene in the battle of legends that will continue after 200 years. He has been the patriarch for more than ten years, especially if someone has been helping and pointing him from the side. It's just that this kind of consideration doesn't need to be known to others before the situation is finally bad.

The soaring flames on the ruins of the altar began to decrease because there was no burning material to attach to.As everyone expected before the opening, today's celebration will not be forgotten in decades.The altar has been destroyed, and all subsequent rituals have lost their meaning.Although the big river is not far away, the altar will definitely be rebuilt in the future, and the fire will not spread to other places, so there is no need to fetch water to put out the fire.

After tossing and tossing all night, I hope the result is as it is now, the two old immortals are completely dead—Shumore Bingshan is definitely an object worthy of respect, but Scar always has a bad feeling about this legendary hero ancestor premonition.Scar's current plan is to find the pharmacist on Sahir's side, and the next finishing work will definitely not work without the second patriarch.

By the way, the pharmacist won't be blown away just now, right?

Thinking that this was very possible, Scar suddenly raised his head, strode towards the place where Sahir and the others were, and Lao Tzu's people kindly went to see the lunatic's wounds. If something happened to him... then I have settled the matter on the battlefield openly and aboveboard, and I will definitely not be polite.After taking two steps, Scar suddenly stopped, his neck twitched, and he turned his head to look in another direction.

"...Which bastard!"

The next moment his tall and strong body fell backwards.

The pharmacist who was thrown to the ground by the capable silver-haired knight was finally saved from the fate of being blown away, but when he patted off the sand and stood up, looking forward, he found something that surprised him.

When did this demon wolf learn to fly? It was still flying backwards... It took a while for the pharmacist to wake up. This was not flying at all, but something invisible dragged him away!

"Ska!"

"Patriarch!"

The meteorite iron sword was nailed deep into the ground, and the sword marks on the ground were like ravines. The ice front was worn away before it could be regenerated. After being damaged, the sword had no time to rest and rubbed against the hard earth and rocks, almost sparking, but it was completely unable to stop the explosion. The inexplicable force continued to drag Ska to where the survivors were, and then that force disappeared as abruptly as when it appeared. Ska, who was about to fall on his back, quickly grabbed the only thing to stop the inertia, and then he heard There was an ominous sound.

click.

Ska, who finally didn't fall so badly, staggered, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the accompanying weapon that had accompanied him for more than ten years.Although he knew that he had treated it badly during this time, but just like that...!

This is broken?After 200 years, the swords made by our family are still not half as good as those of the survivors.

Scar turned around slowly, and looked at the speaker with a menacing expression. Among the group of survivors with strange expressions, he saw "that" standing conspicuously beside the Far East magician at first sight.White hair and white skin, even the damaged armor in many places is white like fog, only a pair of eyes are clear and cold light blue, the face of this demon wolf who has left many glorious records in the history of the wolf clan looks quite young The facial features with deep lines are quite handsome by human standards, but Scar also finds it a bit weird that his translucent right hand is holding the Far East magician's.

"It's been a long time, and many technologies of the bereaved clan have been lost, but it's not difficult to recast the sword of Chief Ska." The Far Eastern magician said, "If you don't mind waiting for a while."

The werewolf with white hair and blue eyes shook his head: No, I'll give him mine.

"Xu Moore Bingshan?" Although the other party's appearance was easy to identify, Scar still asked, "Are you an undead?"

I am a relic from a previous era.The werewolf, who was estimated to be around 30 years old, said calmly, then glanced at Scar.

Quite a strong bloodline, which generation of direct line are you from my branch?

"Who remembers?"

After Humer Iceberg, Ska was the second demonic wolf to appear in the wolf clan within 200 years. He had the same ice talent, but the genealogy changed several times during the period, and no werewolf wanted to pursue such a glorious bloodline.

The indifference of the descendants had no effect on Xiu Moore at all. He smiled at the Far East magician and said: "The extrajudicial blood and the direct blood appear at the same time. I can get such a rare opportunity. I really want to thank the nightmare."

The Far Eastern magician replied with a very polite smile, "I think, before you realize your long-standing wish, you can first communicate with your descendants."

Scar's bad premonition is getting stronger and clearer—this white-haired ancestor looks younger than him, and in terms of character, he may be even worse than him.

The words of the Far Eastern magician made Xiu Moore show a thoughtful expression, and the hair on the back of Scar's neck stood up, "No matter what your wish is, I'm not interested!" Scar's life creed is never to run away. Disappeared for a moment, he turned, was about to stride away, and then stopped abruptly—the force came back, making it impossible for him to move.

Everything is an arrangement of fate.Xiu Moore nodded to Scar, I have already accepted, you should also be more optimistic.

"Who wants to be optimistic!" Scar struggled violently, "Just now you put some magic circle under my feet, and it was you who sucked all my strength away! I've already been drained, what do you want to do!"

If you're a man, don't say things you can't easily.Xiu Moore looked serious.

Scar, with throbbing veins on his forehead, uttered a swear word that even the Biss knights who were tens of meters away could hear clearly. Except for the survivors who were not quite right, even the faces of the werewolves were a little distorted. If they didn't listen If it is wrong, the subject of that sentence is indeed Hummer Bingshan?

The kid is a little bit arrogant.Xiu Moore said to Yun Shen who couldn't understand the connotation of that sentence at all, his attitude was very gentle, but Scar's next series of cursing turned into whining, it seemed that he was silenced.

In order not to waste precious extrajudicial blood, Warlock, let's start now.

Yun Shen was silent for a while, then nodded.

The disembodied hand covering his wrist moved, and Scar, who was imprisoned all over after the silence, came in front of them under the power of Schumer.Only the werewolf with a free expression stared at them fiercely, but Xiu Moore was a famous figure in the cruel era of the Rift War, and to him, no matter how cruel his eyes were, it was nothing more than a child's coquettishness.Only Yun Shen smiled wryly, and gave him an apologetic mouth.

The bright red blood flowing from the deep red wound on his left wrist flowed along the somewhat pale skin. Under Xiu Moore's guidance, Yun Shen used the blood as a medium to finger on the forehead of the werewolf who was nearly a head taller than him in front of him. Draw a pattern slowly.The meaning of the simple and sharp lines of the coat of arms is only known to people 200 years ago.

Talisia, the fissure demon, when he killed my companions and sealed me under this land, he once asserted that no one with a talent for strength in Central Continent can undo the restriction he set, unless the power exceeds him There is a "nobility" in the gap above, or there is a kind of blood that comes from outside all laws, but can coexist with all the forces of this world... With this as a medium, even if my body has already decayed underground, I can still rely on the remaining The power to feel the world again.

"Just need to borrow the body of your descendants?"

This is also a helpless move.Hummer's hands overlapped with Yun Shen's, drawing a final curve on Scar's face that was about to turn into a beast, and there was some discomfort in the voice that was only conveyed to the specific target.I'm not interested in the containers that other people are using, but I'll have to live with them until I find something more suitable.

The coat of arms had been drawn, and Xiu Moore, who was supposed to let him go now, did not let go, his eyes lingered on Yunshen's wound, and the bleeding stopped almost immediately after the force that oppressed the wound left.

You are a generous man, Warlock.But... it's better not to waste the precious blood left outside.The werewolf who said so lowered his eyes and lowered his head, and stuck out the tip of his tongue close to the place exuding the delicious smell of blood, but what his virtual taste organs felt was not the warm skin, but the cold air of the blade.

The black-haired young man standing behind the sorcerer looked at Xiu Moore coldly. His movements were fast and his hand holding the knife was steady, and this beautiful weapon was not only good-looking.Although this may not really hurt Xiu Moore, but even in his soul state, he didn't realize when this weapon came to him, so it was not an ordinary thing.

"enough."

Fan Tianlan, who had endured for a long time, cut off the last connection between the two, locked Yun Shen's waist firmly with one hand, and took two steps back, leading him away.

Xiu Moore squinted his eyes and looked at Fan Tianlan. After a while, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face, and he turned his head and walked towards Scar who was able to struggle a lot.