Take Taobao with you to another world

"I am the sword-wielding attendant of the sorcerer, and I am leading a team to welcome back my compatriots." The black-haired, black-eyed man with an outstanding appearance as if favored by a demon replied.

"We have brought all the people, including 240 and 160 survivors and [-] aliens, for a total of [-] people," Weah said.

"I need to send someone to confirm."

"can."

The man who seemed to have no intention of revealing his name named a few of his companions. Weah turned around and prepared to let Ibrahimovic cooperate. After seeing the antagonism in the eyes of the bronze knight following him, he increased his tone.

"Ibrahimovic!"

"...Yes!" Ibrahimovic came back to his senses and responded in a low voice.

After discovering that the person who came was actually a black-haired fellow, those lifeless escorts became agitated. The knights standing outside were silent, while the mercenaries in charge of the inside scolded and looked at the expressionless black-haired bereaved who came over. , compared with their emaciated brethren, these remnants wearing extremely fine dark uniforms look very strong and silent.Looking around didn't seem to cause any disturbance to them, nor could they be moved by the low or mournful calls of their compatriots. With the cooperation of Ibrahimovic and Seven, they divided the crowd into several parts and started to count the heads separately.

Weah looked at them, and he was more concerned about the black-haired man opposite him who stood still and gave people a sense of oppression. The deputy head said that there was a person in his bereaved family who could overwhelm the Flame Golden Knight. If there is a chance to meet, It's best not to conflict with them. As for how to identify each other, the deputy head only knows when they meet.

In fact, Weah almost took the man with colorful hair and unknown strength this morning as this person. It wasn't until we met this person that Weah realized what an unmistakable sense of existence is.

The eye-catching appearance that even sex can't help, because the black hair and black eyes are more dangerous and magical, the figure is quite tall even for Bidita Knight, and the demeanor shows the simplicity that can only be produced after thorough and good training And coordination, more importantly, even if this man just stood there without saying a word, it would make people instinctively tense their muscles.If this is not a deliberate aura, then Weah has only experienced this kind of pressure on one person. Since Captain Solaris' detached position was established by a terrifying record, this person's subordinates must have accumulated numbers Considerable lives.

Some of the knights behind Weah had unknowingly put their hands on the hilt of their swords, but the other party just quietly looked at the compatriots of the survivors in the distance, without even distracting their eyes from the corner of their eyes.Weah was also silent. For this kind of person, Weah thinks that no contact is the best attitude, but this morning the man with colored hair is not among this group of people. Weah believes that he is hiding nearby. Be careful of these people. And the quality embodied in the action, let Weah involuntarily feel on guard.

There are no survivors in the empire anymore. Before this mission, his knowledge of these so-called heresies was mostly limited to paper and word of mouth. During the half-month trip, his perception of the survivors was nothing more than physical fitness. It is true that he is naturally strong, and it must be troublesome as an enemy.The only survivors in Central Continent have black hair and black eyes that cannot be changed even by mixed blood, but there is still a big distance from the nightmare race that has caused deep trauma to the empire in history and rumors.

Now he may need to make some corrections to his thinking, whether a piece of iron will become a sickle or a sword, depending on what kind of craftsman it falls into.

The people of the bereaved family quickly counted the number of people, and Weah's men officially completed the mission, and reunited in a place far away from the bereaved family. Regardless of history or other factors, it is doomed that there will be no follow-up friendship between the two parties. It is possible that when they meet again, they are already enemies with swords drawn, so when they say goodbye, both parties are very cold.

Before mounting his horse and leaving, Weah took one last look at the leading survivor man, his eyes resting for a moment on his sword.

"Captain, that sword?" Ibrahimovic followed him, and he had noticed it just now.

"It looks familiar," Weah said.

Saiwen rode his horse and walked on the left side of Weah, with a hesitant tone, "...I think the person looks familiar too."

"Have you seen it, or who does he look like?"

"It was already two years ago. Higuera once wanted to recruit a free mercenary into the regiment, but he gave up after seeing himself. I saw the profile of that mercenary." Seven recalled, "That mercenary Bingbi was 17 years old at the time and had striking silver hair."

"..." Weah pondered.

"Yigla thinks that mercenary is not someone who can be controlled, Yinhui Arslan, he is well-known among mercenaries, there is no news about him for a while, some people say that he has died in Seles Ta, I'm not sure this is me now."

"I see," Weah said.

"Captain, those alien races have been handed over, should we return to the station now, or—"

"Temporarily rest in place." Weah said, "Severn, you give me a few people who are good at tracking, and follow them at a distance."

Saiwen nodded.

The departure of the escort team allowed the young people who came this time to loosen their emotional control a little bit. They began to respond to the inquiries of their compatriots, and at the same time let them re-line up as quickly as possible. The weather was so cold that these were sent back Not only are the people wearing extremely thin clothes, but they are also almost barefoot. Their feet standing on the snow are only covered with a layer of mud shells, and most of them are numb from the cold.

Fan Tianlan's action was the fastest. He didn't need to say anything, and he and the bereaved youth who cooperated with him were stretched into a row. In the middle of the reorganization, he took a few steps to the side and picked up the walkie-talkie .

Some distorted frivolous voice came from the intercom, "It's me, Takla."

"Say."

"There are more than 50 jackals wandering in the woods here. Are they coming to bite us or are we going to bite them?"

"Location."

Takla looked up and thought for a while, "The narrowest place on the road."

"Understood." Fan Tianlan said, before he finished the conversation, Takla stopped him.

"I'll knock out a few teeth first..." Takla looked at a certain point in the distance and said lazily, "You don't mind, do you?"

"How many people do you have?"

"Not many, and I don't need them. Of course, I still remember what he said," Takla laughed, "so the most troublesome ones are left to you."

Fan Tianlan put down the walkie-talkie, "Qingshan."

A bereaved youth turned his head when he heard the sound, "Captain?"

"Here to you."

The other party was a little surprised, "Where are you going?"

"There are obstacles in the road ahead, I'll deal with them." Fan Tianlan said succinctly, took off the black cloak and coat, and threw them towards Qingshan, "Give them this, and you all act according to the plan."

The terrain of the Mobis Valley is waist-shaped from the town of Flanders to the Cantor River. Takla said that the width of the narrowest position is more than 150 meters. I don’t know when a large number of stones rolled down from the tops of the mountains on both sides. The trees grow in disorder among the gaps, and a path is winding, with a straight-line distance of no more than 50 meters at most, but it will definitely take some time for more than 400 people to pass by.

The clouds in the sky were drooping, and the white snow was piled up on most of the treetops that had lost their leaves. The ankle-deep snow on the ground covered all the ruggedness underneath.This place was originally a place where very few people would set foot, but the snow sucked away most of the sounds in the world, and the traces of human activities became extremely obvious instead.Fan Tianlan had long heard shouts and fighting sounds that were suppressed in the distance, but the steps taken by the black short boots did not change at all. The screams shook the air, and even some of the snow on the treetops fell off. His hands were still in place. Hanging by his side, he never touched any weapon.He walked very steadily, and the irregular terrain was like flat ground to him. Although the rhythm of his steps was not fast, his speed was not slow at all.

A person's panting and low-pitched curses could be heard from the opposite side of the stone that was higher than the head, Fan Tianlan walked around it.

"That guy has already killed three people with a throwing knife, you have to be careful..."

"Damn that guy is colorful, where is he hiding?"

"We must kill him quickly, otherwise Mr. Petain will make our death look better... Who?!"

The mercenaries who pursued hard and hard finally found Fan Tianlan. Against the snow-white background, his black hair and black eyes were no more concealed than Takla's colorful hair, except for the black long sword at his waist and the Another stick-like thing, he doesn't look like he's carrying any more weapons.

At a distance of more than ten meters, a mercenary immediately raised the crossbow machine in his hand, and the short arrow ejected from the machine spring immediately shot at the chest of the survivor who suddenly appeared, but the opponent's footsteps still did not stop, and he immediately turned to be on guard. Several mercenaries didn't even see his movements clearly, and the short arrow fell into his hand and snapped into several pieces. The black-haired young man let go of his fingers, and the broken arrow fell to the ground. In just a moment, the distance between the two sides has narrowed Not ten paces away.

The mercenary who shot that arrow met those black eyes that were more indifferent than ice and snow, and took a step back in surprise. His companion reacted at this moment, let out a low shout and raised his sword and charged straight over. The remaining three mercenaries They also raised their weapons and attacked him in different ways, and the black-haired young man finally raised his hand slowly.

A silver light flashed in the air, so fast it seemed like a hallucination. The No. 1 mercenary rushed straight past the target, Fan Tianlan moved half a step to the left, and at some point in his hand, he was holding a long straight knife, pointing obliquely at the ground. The No. 2 mercenary The soldier slashed at his shoulder with a sword, he flipped his wrist, and swung his arms upwards. With a soft sound, only half of the mercenary's long sword was left with a very clean cross section. The blood line stretched from bottom to top, ending at the severed artery in the neck, and the blood spewed up half a meter in an instant, and the mercenary with only half of his neck attached to his body fell face up. There was another dull thud.

The No.3 mercenary had already lost the chance to feel the fear, and before his companion fell down, Fan Tianlan swung his third knife.A head flew into the distance with blood streaks, and the last mercenary stared at the black-haired young man walking towards him with a pale face, his trembling legs could hardly support his body, "You... ..."

Oncoming, the Death Scythe whiter than snow, this was the last scene he saw in this world.

Not even a single piece of falling snow was disturbed, Takla jumped down from the branch, put the chain saw in his hand across the neck of the mercenary passing by, and pulled it from right to left, even the mercenary whose trachea was cut off could not even cry when he was dying. Before he could speak out, he convulsed and went limp. Takla shook off the warm blood from his hands, and kicked the nearly dead mercenary away.

Retracting the chain saw to his waist casually, Takla suddenly rushed forward and rolled around on the spot. A long sword almost cut close to his body, stirring up a burst of snow and mist.

Standing on the ground with one hand, Takla had several blades on his left fingers. When the opponent's long sword stabbed again, he jumped back, and the blades shot at the same time. One blade was deeply wedged into the opponent's shoulder, slightly blocking With a gesture of the sword, Takla, who had avoided the blow, reached his waist again, and another cold wind hit him from behind his head. Takla suddenly lowered his head, and scattered the white powder on his hands backward.

The sneak attacker took a step back with a muffled grunt. Takla slammed into the arms of the opposite mercenary with a short body and slanted shoulders. At the same time, the dagger in Carat's hand sank into the man's left abdomen, and then he pulled it out while cutting across.

The mercenary screamed hoarsely and curled up on the ground hugging his almost completely slashed abdomen. After a while, he fell silent. Takla straightened his body, wiped off the blood on the dagger with his thumb, looked around and looked at the tree trunks one after another. And the mercenary who appeared behind the stone, in the sinister atmosphere where everyone was staring at him with hatred, Taklar inserted the dagger back into the leather bag on his thigh, wiped the blood on his fingers, and took out the walkie-talkie again.

"I said, did you come too early?" He still had that kind of casual tone.

There was no response from the other side, Takla only heard a familiar voice, the sound of steel passing through flesh and blood.

A mercenary standing in the encirclement lowered his head and looked at the tip of the knife emerging from his chest. His eyes widened, and the long knife with the flowing cloud knife pattern was pulled out the next moment. He staggered and took a step forward. Fell to the ground.

From the gap left by the mercenary, a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes walked in calmly.

The author has something to say: If the average force value of ordinary people is 3, the average value of survivors is 5, and those of Tata and Viscount are 7, and Fan Fan is still growing... At present, it is almost 9, even if he does not have a good weapon. very scary.Because I don’t want to spoil it, it’s not because nutrition has caught up. Twist ~ the powder thrown by Tata is salt, he never thought of fighting openly...o(╯□╰)o