Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 283 Happy Meeting

After the end of this night or even longer, everything these orcs experienced in the land of Sacher will spread in all directions at an alarming speed as they return. For people living in distant places, This seems to be a dreamlike legend, but in the foreseeable future of many people, this legend will be proved by horrifying reality one by one.

Going back to the Musa Conference itself, after the opening that was so gorgeous that the orcs couldn't sleep at night, the numerous competitive events came with the daylight of the second day.Perhaps because of the influence of last night, at the beginning, most of the foreign orc warriors who rested in Sacher for a few days behaved a bit averagely.In such a short period of time, they were successively subjected to great military, economic and cultural oppression after Sasheer united with humans. Both the warriors themselves and their tribal leaders were no longer as focused on the content of the conference as before.Even the presence of human contestants was tacitly accepted.

The rules of most traditional events are still the same, but what fills up the entire ten-day schedule is more competitions involving or even led by humans.The amphitheater, which had been deliberately neglected when that building was erected and finished, at last fully revealed its presence, and from morning till night it was filled with human figures and all the noise they produced.

Even if you have accepted the covenant between Sacher and humans, you can tolerate humans appearing on the field, but seeing those humans who even have the brand of slaves on their sleeveless shirts get the rankings and happily board the platform to get rewards, all of this It happened before their eyes every day, and many orcs felt quite unhappy because of it.But they couldn't stop watching.Not only because of the overlapping of the two arenas, but the unstoppable curiosity and exploration are the most fundamental reasons.What's more, those who compete with human beings also have their own kind.

So the schedule only lasted to the third day, and some foreign orcs quite actively asked to participate in events such as running, long jump and shooting.

Sachel's werewolves don't like to accept this kind of application, because only when they are led to carry out various tasks, they will know how many trivialities they will face in participating in this conference not as a competitor, but as a manager and server As long as the "rules" have been set, any change will mean running errands, talking and paperwork that can only be done.But human beings had already prepared a plan to deal with such situations in advance, and they reluctantly revised the schedule with their respective human beings.

Where there are camps, there will naturally be confrontation, and only when there is confrontation can the competition be entertaining, so the competition subtly became lively.

Next to the cinder dirt runway.

"Dalala! Run! What did you eat this morning! Look at the human kid behind you! He's about to catch up, he's catching up—!!"

By the bunker.

"This is wrong, how is it possible! How could this human being jump over in this posture! Let Teerte Longlegs!"

Throwing area.

"...Wait, I read that right, where did that black-haired kid throw that piece of iron?"

riverside.

"Ahhhhhh! The tendons in the legs of the guy from the Gnar tribe are tense! Pull him up quickly, he is going to drown!"

The black wooden board hanging at the entrance of the stadium updates the events and rankings with white pens every day. The rankings of different tribes are clearly displayed in front of everyone. The orcs cannot understand these words and numbers, but there is always an impatient look under the blackboard The Sashere werewolves and gentle-looking humans answered their questions.Occasionally, some impatient orcs will do some impolite things to humans——

"What are you talking about! How could our Sherrag lose! I still want to see how he tramples you trash into scum, how could he lose!"

The brown-haired human being picked up spread out his hands, and turned his head helplessly to avoid the opponent's roar. His companion Sachel pushed away the orc who was blocking the way, and patted the guy on the shoulder.

The other party turned his face, facing a rapidly enlarged fist.

The troublemaker fell to the ground, and the werewolf with blood on his fist looked around fiercely, "Who has any doubts?"

The answer is no at the moment, and even some honest guys have kept their mouths shut.Although some orcs have temporarily retreated, they will soon return here because they can't remember the rank of the tribe.Rivalry is between orcs and humans, and between tribes and tribes.Longing for victory is a male instinct, but what really inspired these orcs' enthusiasm for participation was the prize that Sacher presented to them.

On the second floor of that building, on the second day after the dinner, there appeared many half-open long cabinets, in which countless exquisite or novel human creations were displayed. Try out the released sample on the table at the office.Marveling at the sharp swords, bows and spears, and the wonderful mirror, comb, cloth and scissors, they were soon told that these were rewards for the victor to pick.

Few orcs could not be tempted by this, and the atmosphere created by the competition in the hall also affected them all the time.Right below, humans dismantled part of the stage and rebuilt part of the platform, almost certainly on purpose. The organizer of the Musa Conference arranged the orc wrestling and human fighting arenas here as well, creating a twisting stage for the wooden platform. The orcs roaring while hugging the beating warriors, could see humans or werewolves fighting not far away as soon as they turned their heads.

This arrangement annoyed many Orcs, not because the humans would show them force in this way, but because there was so much overlap between the two races that many Orcs didn't know which side to let their eyes choose.

The martial arts stage full of blood and flesh collisions is naturally the center of attention and the crowd, but there are still some quiet competitions going on in the four corners.

Coulson and his mage friend were sitting on the bench. Although some cabinets were set up as temporary screens around them, the noise on the other side of the hall still hit people's eardrums from time to time, but it only affected the appearance of people in this area. not big.

"It's funny," Coulson said. "It's clearly a ... elegant movement, and they obviously learned it well."

People holding long poles walked around the fur-covered square table to observe. After careful consideration, they bent down, stretched their shoulders, stretched their arms, and moved their elbows slightly. After the crisp impact sound, the dyed stone balls rolled over. Precise lines drop into mesh pockets at the corners.There is no noise, no bulging veins and flushed faces. If you don't look at their monotonous clothing and rough hands and feet, these calm contestants may not be rude standing in the hall of the palace. Even the audience is civilized. of.

Master Yitong bowed his waist, and supported his chin, which had become plump during this period of time, with both hands, "Don't you think they are barbarians?"

"Not too long ago, they were all savages," Coulson said. "Hey man, can you take it easy?"

"If you're a pika, you can try to sleep next to the wild lion, and then say to me 'hey, it's nothing to be nervous about'," said Master Yitong.

Coulson turned his head slightly and looked nearby.No matter when, where, and from any angle, that person's appearance is as flawless as a sacred gem. After realizing the strength of the other party, that beauty adds a layer of devil's brilliance.And he was standing next to a stone pillar at this time, and a werewolf was talking to him with his back to them.

"Maybe it's full?" Coulson said.

The werewolf turned around at this moment, and Coulson saw his profile and those iconic ice blue eyes.He shut up.

Fortunately, those two left here very quickly. Before that, none of them seemed to have noticed this side.Coulson whispered, "We've been doing pretty well, haven't we? Otherwise they wouldn't have let us here, even in this capacity—"

Master Yitong murmured: "Yes, but our best performance should be to escape as far as possible before that war..."

Coulson looked at the ceiling, "We should face reality."

"The reality is that we have found a terrible enemy for ourselves," said Master Yitong.

"But it could also be an opportunity," Coulson said. "There is no doubt that the 'magician' is a person worth paying a lot of money to associate with. He is not cruel or greedy, as long as we know that he What do you really want."

The different-eyed mage straightened up, his eyes slowly turned around the hall, and then fell on Coulson's face, "What else do you think that magician needs?"

"No matter how powerful and rational a gifted person is, he is first and foremost a human being." Coulson said, "As a man with power in his hands, how could he not have ambition and passion?"

When Master Yitong was thinking about his words, Coulson said: "So in this afternoon's game, if I am not sure of winning, as my dearest friend, can you give me some help?"

Fortunately, in the bridge game in the afternoon, there was no need for Master Yitong to cheat desperately, and Coulson also successfully qualified for the final.The deciding game was scheduled for tomorrow. Some contestants went to help or watch other games. Only a few people stayed in place to rest and chat. Coulson also joined their conversation, bringing them to the caretaker here and Not interfering with his behavior, even after pointing out where they would spend the night and some precautions, the caretaker walked away.

Even though he knew it was because of the silver-haired mage's power, Coulson still felt a lot easier because of it.The person he chatted with knew that he was a prisoner of that war, but did not know more about his identity. Under the deliberate demeanor and conversation skills of this nobleman and businessman, the conversation went on quite happily.The sorcerer with different pupils sat beside him worriedly, casting the corner of his eyes on the second floor from time to time.

"What does he plan to do with them?" asked Shewmore.

In this context, "he" can only refer to that weak but powerful magician.

"The tradition is to ask them to pay a ransom?" Meravia put a pawn on the chessboard. "I don't know what he thinks, but I think they don't need their lives, nor this."

Xiu Moore looked down, and the restless prisoner was showing his chat partner the new way of playing that he had learned. "They better know how lucky they are. I prefer the tradition of feeding the wolves." His eyes returned to the chessboard. "I think...you really don't have this talent."

"It's okay." Meravia continued to make patterns on the chessboard, "I'm used to it." For example, "You and him only have faces to prove blood" "It's very good to be a quiet and handsome man there" "Actually we Can you do something more practical and meaningful?" and so on.

Coulson's behavior is not surprising in this conference. Sachel's transformation is too drastic, and the results are too amazing. Any tribal leader with a little brain will try to find out more, but what they can learn from Sachel Wolf The information from the population is also very limited.It is difficult for them to distinguish the part of werewolves who participated in the production in the settlement. The number of these werewolves is not large, and most of them only work in the primary department. Even so, it is quite difficult for them to describe those processes in tribal language, not to mention What's more, it is for foreign orcs?

Mystery is the biggest driving force for the spread of rumors. Halfway through the Musa Conference, among all kinds of whispers, a rumor hit the tribal leaders at an alarming speed.Not because its content is magical, but this rumor with absurd content is very likely to be true——

Sacher will be allied with Hekel and Kanlar.After becoming Sasheer's vassal, the two tribes will share the wealth created by humans and learn their knowledge and skills!

The alliance is a matter of course, but what price did Hekel and Kanlar pay to allow Sacher to give up this fundamental interest?Especially Hekel, how long ago, they and Sachel were sworn enemies?

The rumors continued to spread, spreading all over the arenas in just one day, until the female orcs of the jackal clan were also discussing this matter, and finally when someone decided to confirm the matter with the patriarch of Sachel, they were not surprised, but also a little angry Surprisingly, Scar Nightmare is not here again!But this time, the gray wolf was no longer just perfunctory. He sent that smiling kid, a centurion who was too young, to lead these doubtful people to the place where the black wolf was.

They left the building, passed the huge amphitheatre, crossed the wide flat ground criss-crossed by some shallow ditches, and came to the cordon patrolled day and night by a whole troop of Biss knights, and crossed unhindered. , into a land that presents another vision.

Because of the existence of the knight patrol, no foreign orcs could really get close to this place, even if they were interested in Sacher's prisoner-of-war camp and the land where people worked every day.Even thinking about the relationship between the output of these lands and the food they enjoy every day, most tribal leaders only consider asking Sasheer for some of the seeds and fruits after the Musa Conference, and maybe they can exchange for some Those who know how to plant, are preferably a slave or two to handling skills.The more specific production and harvesting methods are far less concerned than the weapons displayed on the second floor.

A large part of the land that was originally rolling with green waves has changed color. Centurion Mona led the group of tribal leaders through the land that had been harvested. The loosened soil made their progress not smooth, and some The patriarchs or elders feel that these lands are special, but few orcs can notice, this is because there are almost no stones and weeds in the broken soil, and their eyesight is more used for searching above.

It wasn't long before they saw Scar Nightmare's figure before they realized what the mound-like mound was almost as tall as him near him.

It's all huge, round tubers.

Two orcs walked towards this side with some difficulty carrying a basket full of tubers. Behind them were more full baskets, more companions bowing among the green leaves and digging through the soil, and a wider area. soil of.