Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 294

These Sacher emissaries are finally about to get down to business.

After the tribe returned from the river bank, the chief of the Kanlar convened the elders and warriors, and after briefly describing what he had seen and experienced this time, he conveyed to them Sasheer's attitude towards them and other tribes, He announced the covenant he made with Scar Nightmare and that human magician.

The elders were very surprised by the content of the alliance. Sacher's request to them was so simple and tolerant, and the conditions he gave them in return were so generous. Patriarch Wen also implied in his words that it was influenced by humans, so he emphasized the identity and ability of the human magician, which caused confusion among the elders.

"Sachel is now ruled by werewolves and humans together?!"

They resisted this fact. Even though they had noticed it before, the actual situation was much more serious than they could accept. The impressions of those humans were constantly changing during the debate, and these impressions were overturned one by one by the facts that happened in the camp near the forest.The patriarch of Kanlar never joins the debate, no matter how much these people care about which part of their knowledge can be believed and which is absolutely impossible-it is useless nonsense anyway, and the conditions agreed with Sacher, they will not accept it anyway. must be done.

Before the leader of the Sacher messenger came to inquire, he had already expressed his attitude to these elders very clearly, and he knew who would support him.

In the early morning of the fourth day, someone came to the envoys' camp.

The first person to step into the wooden house was a strong teenager. He looked at the log wall curiously, and sat in front of the wooden table. His eyes kept turning around the ceramic cups and various stationery and forms until the opposite side. Only when the werewolf of the two spoke, he managed to concentrate and answer every question.

They first asked about his name and family, parents, brothers and sisters. Every time they got an answer, they drew on something called "paper". Then they asked about what they thought they were good at. The teenager was a little nervous about it Some excitement.

"I can wrestle a grown man! I'm good at hunting! I can shoot a waterfowl in the eye with a small bow!"

He proudly described to the adult werewolf opposite him that he was superior to his peers. Suddenly, the human next to him asked, "Do you remember what prey your father brought back the day before your youngest sister was born?"

The boy was dumbfounded, "What?"

The human laughed. "Okay," he said, "go show us how strong you are."

His words sounded like a compliment, and the boy left the chair with some doubts, and went to the other side of the room, where there were also a werewolf and a human, with tools in their hands, to verify that his strong way was not the same as He fights, but checks his height, examines his bones, presses his stomach, makes him open his mouth, counts his teeth, etc., and makes him stand on a big iron plate.They did it all with concentration and with no harshness at all, and when it was finally over they gave him a metal pendant strung on a thin leather cord.

"Is this gold?"

"Of course not, it's copper," said the werewolf. "Seven days later, at sunrise, take it to this clearing, and then we can set off."

Then the human gave him another candy.

The bold and fearless werewolf boy left the cabin and told others what he had experienced here. Soon after, the No. 2 boy and his brother, accompanied by their father, stepped over the threshold with the same caution.The adult werewolf was not strong, one of his hands was unnaturally drooping, and the two children were also dull in color, thin in body, and with shrinking eyes.

"Come here." The human sitting behind the table said, the werewolf beside him stood up, stepped in front of the werewolf father, and grabbed his shoulder.The werewolf was taken aback, and the two children flinched.

"You should go over there first." The werewolf said in a deep voice.

He grabbed the werewolf to the wall and opened the curtain in the middle. Behind the curtain made of cut bark was a room of the same size. Two humans in plain robes looked up at them, one The werewolf, who was also dressed in commoner clothes, with weapons stuck in the waist leather and the belts on the inside of his arms, asked, "Is it available now? It's really fast."

"They're testing us," said the werewolf outside.

"Ha." The werewolf with the weapon said and turned to look at the two humans, "It's up to you."

One of the humans raised his hand.

The werewolf outside retreated, and the armed werewolf walked towards the restless father and son, without any resistance—they didn't seem to want to resist, he pushed them in front of the two humans, pressing He sat them down in chairs.

Then one of the humans stood up, walked around the table, walked up to the werewolf father, leaned over to look at his arm carefully, and gently pressed some swollen places with his clean and warm fingers.

In the gasp of the werewolf, he said, "It's broken. It's not short."

"Oh?" The strong werewolf who seemed to be the guard uttered only one syllable.

"Come on." The light-colored short-haired human said calmly, and the werewolf guard came over obediently, easily pressing the bewildered werewolf on the wide table, and another human also came over, light-colored The short-haired human said something, and the other nodded. The two children watched in horror as they grabbed their father's injured hand and began to exert force. First, there was a short scream, which immediately turned into a scream, and then a long cry. The screams pierced the air and reached the ears of everyone who was watching and waiting near the camp, causing a small commotion.

Another human temporarily walked to the other side to pick up something, cold sweat flowed down the werewolf father's forehead to the table, the light-colored short-haired human lowered his eyes, still supported the arm with one hand, and gently moved the fingers of the other hand to pinch it. Looking at the sharp blade that appeared at an unknown time, it cut into the texture in front of it without hesitation, the werewolf on the table twitched again, the two children had completely stuffed their hands into their mouths, and the dark blood gushed out from the wound, fluttering It fell into a wooden barrel half filled with wood ash.After a while, the human cleaned the wound, poured some medicine on it, and began to bandage it.

"Don't use it, don't touch it." He said to the werewolf who had been let go, trembling and propped up. "Three days later. If you want this hand."

He turned to the boys again. "As for them—"

He washed his hands in the basin brought by the werewolf guards, then walked over, pinched their cheeks expressionlessly, and stuffed a small thing into each of them.

The two children instinctively wanted to cough up the thing, but stopped after tasting the sweet taste left in their mouths, but still looked at him in fear. The werewolf father stared blankly at the wooden boarded Arm, he could feel that the piercing pain was subsiding, the scorching, dancing little monster living on his severed arm seemed to be gone, the indescribable coolness flowed along the blood, and his body was getting lighter .

He didn't know what to say, and before he could say anything, he was kicked out with the two children.

Before leaving, the two children also got the pendant.

Maybe it was because the scream was so terrifying, even though the werewolf and his child walked out of the wooden house standing up, no one went in for a short time.Not long after, the werewolf hurried back with one of his sons under one arm, screaming as he ran, "Bugs! He spit out bugs from his mouth!"

"This is the magic medicine to expel and hang them." Facing the frightened and suspicious crowd, the strong werewolf guard stood up. His strong and bold appearance and deep and powerful voice made people calm , "It is these bugs that are taking away the life force of the children, and the suffering children have the same mark on them, and now, they are getting better."

Everyone in Kanlar was skeptical, but they did see the broken parts of the bugs in another place that day.On the second day, the treated werewolf and the two children were no different. The tribe's witch doctor wanted them to admit that they were taking hallucinogenic drugs and that the improvement they felt was the result of being deceived. , she made a lot of noise and kept cursing, making the family terrified, but before they gave in, the Nawen patriarch intervened.

He sent the witch doctor to confront Sachel's healer face to face.

The news of the competition spread to the ears of other tribes who brought their tribesmen. In just one or two days, a crowd gathered in front of Sacher's envoy's camp, and the apprenticeship was almost completely pushed to the other side.Patriarch Nawen thought that these emissaries in black would be impatient and angry at the situation before them, and would at least question whether Kanlar had enough sincerity and respect for Sasheer, but they behaved very calmly.

It was eerily quiet.

The four fever patients were all found, and they were placed in the open space in front of Sacher's wooden house. Two healers came out at the same time. The witch doctor in Kanlar was old and thin, with deep eyes, a medicine spear in his head, and tassels in his leather robe. It is full of pendants—the rewards given to her by the patients. Sachel's healer is a human being with light-colored short hair, very young, very clean—no matter the clothes, face or hands and feet, he also has a pair of very indifferent eyes.

They want to use the shortest time to let their patients cool down.

In all eyes, the witch doctor ignited the herbs, then danced and chanted spells in the smoke.Sachel's human doctor looked at the patient's eyelids and tongue, touched their neck and wrist, and placed a metal disc with ears on their chest. The whole process was silent, and the smoke flowed from Floating over from the other side, he looked up.

After a while, two werewolves came out and put up a barrier between the two healers.

Patriarch Nawen looked at the human healer who was walking back, and asked, "He is so young and so calm. Where did his medical skills come from?"

"He has three instructors with excellent medical skills, who are very smart and work hard." Sachel's human leader replied, "As for being calm, maybe he has cut up a lot of corpses."

"... dead bodies?"

"We have no shortage of corpses," said the human leader. "All kinds of corpses. Oh, and sometimes there are quite a few wounded."

Patriarch Nawen didn't really want to ask any more questions. He looked at the field, and the doctor had already returned to his patient. He poured medicine into one of them, poured out a clear liquid from a bottle, and wet a piece of soft tissue. Cloth, wipe the body of another person.He did all this quietly and methodically, and many orcs turned their eyes away from the witch doctor's chanting and dancing to focus on him.

"It will take a while to wait for the results. Before that, I have some questions I want to ask you." The human leader said, "Maybe we should change places."

Patriarch Nawen turned his head to look at the black-haired human, and then they went to the nearest wooden house.

After sitting down, the first question the captain asked was: "Patriarch Nawen, how many people can you accept leaving your tribe?"

Navan was taken aback, and then he wanted to reprimand him for his arrogance, and then he realized another meaning of the question: they wanted to take everyone they could.As long as the Kanral tribe has it.

He recalled the scene——

He asked Sachel why he gave such generous conditions.

Scar didn't answer his question immediately, he glanced at the human magician.

"Because there are few people." Then he said, "I and he need more people."

"...few?" The chief of the coastal tribe asked incredulously, "How many people do you need?"

Scar's eyes were a little blank at that time, and then he said: "The more the better."

"The more the better." Scar Nightmare repeated in a firm tone.

The patriarch of Nawen came back to his senses from his memory, and the human beings on the opposite side were waiting for his answer. His expression was so calm and calm, as if he would not be surprised by any results. In fact, the patriarch of Kanlar thought, he really did not It will be unexpected.No matter what the result, these people can accept it, because no matter what, the right to take the initiative is in their hands, just like the doctor outside at this time, they have such ability, they can demand corresponding rewards.

Unless he and his tribe want nothing.

"We are willing to provide any help to friendly allies and share all we can." Human said, "This sincerity will never change easily."

Patriarch Nawen was silent for a while, and then asked, "What's the second question?"

Not long after, there was a burst of exclamation from outside the wooden house door, mixed with other voices, an old sharp female voice was particularly harsh, and the two turned their heads outward together.

Sasheer's leader smiled at the leader of Kanlar.

Nawen got up from the chair, "Let's go."