Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 231 It's a Man's Nature to Want Face

Braland came over.

There were also bloodstains on his body, and his expression was slightly regretful.The convoy brought by the lion clan nobles was not small. Although he brought all the elite to the main tent, the remaining orcs had to be dealt with.Scar put his thousands and centurions in a cage together, and left the work of cleaning the outside of the cage to Braland, an outsider.Compared with what Ska and the others did, this is just a trivial matter that can be done easily.

The nobles of the imperial capital seem to not understand why after the glacier wolf clan went through civil strife, split, betrayal and siege, the remaining two or three branches still have a degree of inheritance.

The process sounds long, but the more intense the actual battle, the faster it will end.The corpses were dragged out of the dilapidated main tent by werewolves and put aside. Several humans stood aside with paper and pens to record, while other humans treated the wounds of slightly injured werewolves on the spot. The elites of the Biss knights and the centurions and above were alive and kicking as if they had been given medicine, and those with injuries had to be reluctantly put on stretchers and sent to the infirmary.

Humans did not intervene in this matter, but gave the werewolves the most useful support.Sahir's alliance with them is not so much a matter of profit, as it is that it is difficult for a patriarch with some ideas to resist. The difference lies in whether he wants to annex like Sahir's Lord, or like Scar, who wants to come Just come, go as you want, and maintain a delicate tacit balance with the other party.

Looking at Scar who was sitting on the side with his legs crossed for the pharmacist to bandage his wound, Braland said with emotion: "It's really enviable."

Scar ignored him.

Braland put one hand on his blood sword, looked at him and smiled and said, "Thunder God Sword should have seen blood long ago, and you haven't killed anyone for a long time. Did you kill happily this time?"

"Barely." Skati replied weakly.

"Come with me?" Braland asked.

Scar and the pharmacist raised their heads to look at him at the same time, and then lowered their heads together after a while. The pharmacist patted Scar's leg to let him move away from his knee, and Scar passed his hand over. Wipe the blood scabs next to the wound with cotton, hold the medicine bottle with one hand, flick it lightly, and the light yellow powder is evenly sprinkled on the turned flesh and blood, the bandage is rolled and tied, and then the other hand.

Braland didn't mind their indifference at all, watching the skillful movements of the two, he was thoughtful.

"May I try abstinence too?"

Scar's response was short and powerful: "Go away."

Braland sighed.

At Scar's age, ordinary orcs don't say that their face and body shape will change, at least their physical strength and energy have begun to decline. This is a natural development, and it cannot be avoided without family burdens.When Ogg was in full swing, his face looked younger than his actual age, but after staying in human settlements for more than half a year, he looked no different from those ordinary orcs. Braland could feel that he was in Skarner. The turbulent energy in the vice-strong body is not the emptiness of blood nourished by authority and luxurious life, but a real strength that is more obvious than what he saw in the sacrificial scene back then.

Even if Braland was a few years younger than him, he still had some thoughts. After all, his faction was also known for dying early, and no one knew how much time he had left.He didn't know whether Scar's unreasonable promotion was because of that human pharmacist, or because he got the Thunder God Sword, or because of what the Far East magician did... The only fact is that Scar Nightmare was in Sasheer's No one can shake the status.Even if he could be said to have incurred Lacerda's repression, no werewolf held a grudge against him.

Probably not, but they don't matter at all in Sacher.

"How do you plan to make up for this loss?"

"There is nothing to fill." Scar said, "Those who can't get up continue to lie down, and others can continue to do what they should do."

Braland looked at him, "Can you win?"

The corpses in the main tent were all cleaned up, and the werewolves tied the ropes on the stakes, and began to pull down the almost dilapidated main tent. Looking at this scene, Scar said lightly: "If you can't win, you have to die."

At this time, Boss, who had counted the number of people, just came over, Scar raised his eyes and asked him, "How many died?"

Boss nodded to Braland, and then replied in a low voice: "A few centurions are temporarily unable to participate in the battle, but the injuries of the others are not serious."

Scar snorted, "It's really useless."

Perth clenched his fist, a little ashamed, compared with the patriarch, he was also in the useless part.The method of the imperial envoys was sudden, but they were not unprepared, but the method of the Lion Clan was beyond their expectations. The Forbidden Magic Prison, as a forbidden magic handed down from the era of the rift, can only be used by particularly powerful shamans. The more powerful the spell is, the more difficult it is to fix it on a certain substance. If Lord Hume hadn't pointed it out, no one in Sacher would be able to recognize this spell.There are also the three battle shamans, their fighting methods are completely different from what the werewolves know. Although they did show the unique abilities of this legendary profession at the last moment, before that, they drove the mutant orcs to fight. Way……

Ordinary shamans will agitate warriors through powerful war drums and shisha sprays, but apart from voodoo shamans, no orthodox sect will consume violent warriors as items in this way. The evil feeling makes people involuntarily think of last year In this war, after humans had an impact on the battlefield, Ogg also released a distorted blood-colored behemoth. Even if it was only for a moment, the power they displayed was shocking enough. If there were no precise human artillery strikes, even Boss couldn't even imagine the next development of the war situation.

"Patriarch, I want to interrogate Ogg," said Perth.

"You can't," Scar said.

Boss was taken aback. He didn't object to Scar's opinion, but it was rare for him to be so completely denied. His face rarely showed frustration and unwillingness. Scar glanced at him. .

"He looks down on you, and it's useless to kill him. I'm almost here."

In the background of the collapse of the main tent, Ogg came in front of Scar. He was kicked to the wall by someone at the beginning of the fierce fight. Later, he broke free from the rope and only suffered a little. Hurt, but his expression has changed.

"Sober enough now?" was what he said to Scar.

Boss glanced at him in surprise, Ogg sneered, stared at Scar and continued: "But three battle shamans make you so embarrassed, the chief shaman of Lacerda has at least 500 people, you Say how many strong beasts came with the army this time? They are an absolute majority, and there are many talented people, brave and foolhardy young people, do you know what kind of abyss you have brought your tribe into? ?”

"I heard that you made something called a blood beast last year." Scar didn't respond to his ridicule, and asked directly, "Where did it come from?"

Ogg laughed happily, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Believe it or not, I put you back to the Far East Warlock and let you weave?" Scar said.

Auger kept his mouth shut.

"Only voodoo shamans can't do that kind of thing, and it doesn't look like our method." Scar said, he looked at Ogg, his golden-green eyes narrowed slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "That is from From other places, who is it? The country, or the talented person?"

Auger kept a cold face and didn't answer.

Scar waited for a moment, then said to Boss, "Tie him back."

"Ska Nightmare! Respect your enemy, otherwise you are just a reckless man! What do you think you can get by insulting your opponent, honor or victory? Only by respecting your opponent can you..."

Boss didn't say anything nonsense, and firmly tied Ogg up again. Although the tiger man struggled fiercely, Braland looked at him amusedly, "I always thought that only by stepping on the opponent's back, To be considered a victory.”

Burth pushed his knees up.

Scar lowered his gaze, looked at Ogg and asked, "Do you want to go back, or should I give you a happy ending?"

Ogg was silent for a moment before snorting, "Since you are all going to die, what's the use of knowing?"

Ogg was taken away by Boss and the others. Scar was still sitting there, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was thoughtful.

It was indeed Lucia.

Scar's territory has nothing to do with that cold northern country, but I have heard some things about this country.Lucia is also an empire in name, even without the extreme northern region that leads directly to the dead cold world and can't even support a breathable thing. There is only one small enclave away from the Orc Empire to the west—namely, it also belongs to the Central Empire that everyone knows, but the local lord has not visited Karamidi for countless generations. It is said that it is because Can't make up the travel expenses, even the orcs don't like to go to that place to rob.

And Lucia's system is somewhat similar to that of the Orc Empire. The empire is actually divided into dozens of territories and hereditary alternately. Those fragmentary and small fiefdoms are not counted. When they are old and unable to govern, these grand dukes will gather in the capital to decide on the new emperor and pope under the joint vote of the nobles and the church.In short, it is something as complicated as it can be. Scar knows nothing about their customs, history and culture, only knows that their wild beast army is very strong.After the era of rift, they changed their name to "Rage Legion", but the main force of this army is still more than half of the bears - pure orcs, with rough skin and thick flesh, fearless of death, and even mad at battle. It is said that even the wildest orcs in the orc empire can be considered civilized compared with them...

It was all fed with medicine.

At least before seeing those mutated orcs today, Scar didn't really believe what kind of medicine could be used to induce monsters like last year. The old fool Ogg called them the hearts of the brave, but Scar only thought it was a kind of evil. Techniques to turn a living person into something that is not even a beast... He instinctively loathes and resists these, but it is obvious that Ogg is not the only one who likes them.If the strong beast army stationed not far from Huckle's territory said there was no such thing, Skad would be as stupid as that dead lion to believe it.

He wanted to prove one thing, but the reality gave him the opposite result.

The pharmacist who had just gone to check on the slightly injured werewolf came back again. Seeing Scar's appearance, he put his hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, you can go." The pharmacist said softly.

Scar grabbed the pharmacist's hand with faint blood vessels, and looked up at the pair of red eyes that were especially clear under the sunlight. He never felt that color was like blood. In this world, there is nothing more beautiful and fragile than this gems.From youth to youth, no matter what happened, the gaze of these eyes on him has never changed.

From one victory to the next.

The pharmacist looked at him with a helpless expression on his face, "If you don't care about that hole in your back, the blood should flow out, right?"

"..."

Ska stood up with a dark face. On the back of his black short-fitting short jacket, there was an inconspicuous blood-soaked cut, with a silver light looming at the edge, and bloody flesh in the center. When the battle was nearing the end, the vicious wind drill It drilled through his close-fitting armor in a very short time, and it was only about to open a hole in his lung.He is a majestic patriarch, in the name of Nightmare, invincible, brave and invincible, and he was injured in the back!Even if he was injured, he didn't want to take off his clothes for others to see!

"I know you can't disregard the patriarch's face, and no one will suspect you if you go to my room. Well, let's go."

The pharmacist held his arm and pushed him gently, and Scar held onto the chair with evidence in one hand. When the two passed through the pile of corpses together, Scar suddenly stopped and turned to look at one of the blood-stained gold pieces. brown.

"He didn't die like this... Or did he die and come back to life?" Scar was surprised.

Yun Shen stood in front of the wall, quietly looking at the map marked with various colors.

There were two knocks on the door, he turned his head and said, "Please come in."

The short boots tapped the ground, and Takla in a well-dressed outfit came in from the door. The blood that had dried up to black was still left on the sleeves of his clothes, and even the ends of his hair were not noticeably stained. What a difference.Putting the camera in his hand on the table casually, he walked to Yun Shen, and after watching with him for a while, Tucker stretched his hand and pressed the map, his fingers moved along a clear route, in the gray line indicated by Huckle He stopped somewhere outside the territory and made a cross.

"Are they here already?"

"It's not close enough." Takla said, his fingers moved again and stopped at a certain point, "Here, we can hit."

Yun Shen looked at the place and asked, "This time, Patriarch Ska invited you over... Did you gain anything?"

"It's all there." He pointed to the table.