Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 139 A true gay friend should be like a husband and wife 1

The pharmacist held a pottery bottle in one hand, opened the door and walked into the tent with the other. The werewolf with long hands and feet was lying on the couch, breathing slowly, with a calm face and no hostility.

The pharmacist looked down at the tough face he was more familiar with than anyone else, and sighed.

Scar has always been an anomaly among werewolves, not only because of his talents, but also because of himself. His mother is actually half-human, but the racial characteristics that did not appear in his mother have been strengthened in him.Traditionally, werewolves have always worshiped the animal part of their blood instinctively. Scar's appearance that is not ferocious enough to be beastly is actually not very popular among the same kind.However, compared with the so-called tradition, strength is the premise of everything. Those who dared to challenge him to fight were all dead. Killing the great shaman in the clan, this act of humiliating God caused panic in the whole tribe, but after witnessing his toughness that could withstand even the "God's Punishment", the tribe shifted part of their respect for God to Sri Lanka. card body.

Of course, there are also some people who have doubts about the original scene, so they have always held a skeptical attitude towards it.

And 18 years have passed since he entered the Sasheer tribe and stayed here, Scar has also changed from that irritable, blood-chasing young werewolf to this barely impressive appearance, at least when he is not talking It can still be confusing, even though Ska doesn't hide his repulsive attitude towards females—werewolves, humans, and even livestock—at any time, there are still many eyes lingering on him every time the season is prone to disturbance.

... troublesome spring.

The pharmacist lifted the clay bottle, and the water waved dangerously at the mouth of the bottle, but after all, it still didn't pour directly onto Scar's peaceful sleeping face.When Scar was awakened by the cold water droplets thrown on his face, he opened his eyes, and met the condescending gaze cast by the pharmacist.

"How do you feel now?"

Scar sat up from the couch, wiped his face, and then shook his head, "It's really much more refreshing."

The most troublesome part of spring is here. The werewolves whose instincts are especially active and ready to move in this season are not a problem. The problem is that Scar, who is also affected by instincts, refuses to relieve it in a normal way, so he behaves during this period. More restless scourge than other werewolves.He can hunt, tame, or jump into the big river by himself to suppress the overexuberant blood, but whoever has his brain trampled by a horse's hoof and comes to find him unhappy, that's the real thing. Scar wanted to do something.Almost everyone in the tribe knew how dangerous Scar was at this time.

"Balke is dead." The pharmacist bent down and put the water bottle on the ground, his tone was so flat that no emotion could be heard, "You smashed his head."

"His head is not as hard as his tongue," Scar said lazily.

"Elder Darby looked very sad."

"Darby? Doesn't he still have two sons, and the number of grandsons is beyond count. It's not a big loss to lose one, right?" Scar said while sitting cross-legged on the couch.

"But he has always been dissatisfied with you. As your cousin, he thinks that besides force, he has more ability to become the patriarch. At the age of 40, it is impossible for him to take the throne in a normal way. You are invited to the imperial capital to participate in the throne It was his opportunity to compete, and now you killed his son," the pharmacist paused while wiping his hands, "Is this the reason why you specially gave it to him?"

Scar grinned, "He can get whatever he wants, why be polite."

Pharmacist took out a flaxen white cotton cloth from his sleeve, and gave him a cold look, "Even if you become the Beast Emperor with extreme luck, isn't it something to be proud of losing your own tribe?"

"If I can't even handle a piece of trash like Darby, I won't be the one who lost Sachel." Scar said.

"What do you mean?" the pharmacist asked, and at the same time approached Scar with a cotton cloth, bent down to search among the pile of animal skins on the couch.

Scar stretched out his hand, pinched a lock of white hair hanging from the pharmacist's shoulder and moved it to his lips, lowered his head and sniffed lightly, "It's Boss. I'll hand over the tribe to him. If he can't even deal with such a small problem, he will How do you stay in this position in the future?" Then his eyes narrowed slightly, "This nasty smell can't be washed off with water, let me help you."

He put his hand into the animal skin behind him, and pulled out a long sword with a black scabbard inlaid with silver. A ray of cold light shone on the side face of the pharmacist. The hair fell down, and the blade that was pushed out by a third slid back into the scabbard. The corner of Scar's mouth slightly raised to help the pharmacist put back the short hair.

"...this is 'Thor'."

"You were looking for it just now?" Scar handed him the hilt.

The pharmacist who took the sword hit Scar's head with a backhand, and then frowned, "You've already decided, it's Boss?"

Scar, who had been knocked, looked at him inexplicably, "Among the young people, he is the only one who looks good."

The pharmacist didn't speak because that was the case.

Maybe it's a little early to decide what heirs look like.Scar is 35 years old this year. When other werewolves of the same age have already shown signs of age, he still maintains the same appearance and energy as when he was 30 years old. the best time of his life.Among the patriarchs of Sacher in the past, there are many examples of being on the throne and dying naturally, but no one can guarantee that there will be any accidents in the fate, especially the battle for the throne that started after more than 20 years. For the participants, apart from fighting for the highest status, It is also an opportunity to openly kill one's enemies.Regardless of this, among the more than 150 tribes invited, there are not a few powerful competitors.

As for the Bingshan Xiumoer who will play as the second place... His ability is limited by his body, so far he has only recovered to about [-]% of the past. Even so, the magic sword Braland is still not his opponent. Scar, who was tied with him in the four rounds of the competition, was unwilling to accept the "assistance" of this ancestor.He still doesn't care about Xiu Moore's persistence, but if the ancestor wants to get what he wants, Scar doesn't seem to mind the outcome of losing to him.

Anyway, as a pharmacist, he just needs to ensure that this seemingly untrustworthy guy can survive to the end.

The dark tent was only illuminated by oil lamps, and the pharmacist who was going to maintain Thor held his sword and walked towards the door, "I will let people watch Darby, if he can't hold back, you don't need to take action, he is the fourth elder after all, At the same time, he is your cousin by blood. There is still one and a half months before departure, during this time you only need to..." He turned his head and looked at Scar who was scratching his ear, "The envoy sent by the Far East magician is already here Wait, you come with me."

During the waiting time, relying on his contacts in Sacher, Li Hong had already inquired about what had just happened before Scar arrived. He could only secretly feel that the ferocious name of this demon wolf was not a lie. As for the rumors related to the lower body, he had confirmed it with the pharmacist a long time ago.

Both sides are acquaintances who have been in contact for many years. Even if their identities have changed, their attitudes towards each other are equally straightforward.After saying hello, Scar got down to business.

"Are you here to deliver that communication stone replacement?"

"Of course." Li Hong laughed.Behind him a black-haired young man came forward holding a square cardboard box. The werewolf next to him moved a heavy wooden table and placed it in the center. The bereaved youth opened the cardboard box and unfolded the items inside In front of Scar.

The never-before-seen materials and styles of the objects on the table caused the werewolves in the tent to discuss in low voices, while Ska frowned looking at the pile of things, "How do you use this thing?"

No matter how complicated the mages say the communication stones are, they just need to be smashed when they are used. These things that are divided into categories and filled a table are like the Far Eastern magician himself, saying with a cold and noble expression, " Guys who don't understand don't come near me."

Of course, Li Hong couldn't repeat to Scar that the RCI-5656 shortwave radio station in Yunshen, Yaesu YaesuFT-897D portable radio station, dipole antenna, feeder line, standing wave, channel and frequency, etc. He, an uncle, didn't understand it at all, only thought it was very powerful. Nouns, what the werewolf needs is their function, all he has to do is show them.

"In order to have the desired effect, we need some preparation."

Those who followed Li Hong were young people who had done relevant training in the settlement and could be called technicians. After signaling to Scar, two of them took some components and walked outside the tent. Under the curious eyes of some werewolves Zhongli set up the support pole and set up the antenna. In the tent, Li Hong introduced some of the functions of these precision instruments to Ska. He heard that the white machine has its own sound amplification function, and Ska wanted to try it. Let’s take a look at this interesting-sounding extra function. After the radio is connected to an external power supply, the short plug is also connected to the speaker, and the squelch knob is pulled out, Ska picks up the microphone.

"That's it?"

The werewolves near Scar's main tent were startled, and they all turned their heads to look for the source of the haunting sound. Scar in the tent tapped the black microphone, "It sounds passable."

The werewolf guards around him looked at the microphone in his hand with eyes shining as if at night, so Scar generously gave it to them. Based on Scar's usual performance, he could be appreciated by him as a guard Although the werewolf personalities are different, they are surprisingly consistent in being bold and active.

"Wow, the sound really gets louder."

"Let me try it too!"

"Did you feel it move?"

"Change me, change me! Can this voice be heard far away, can Alida hear it?"

……

Even after one of the werewolves' favorite girls sneaked closer, the radio station was finally ready. A black-haired young man squatted in front of the radio station and turned the knob with a serious expression.This is a unique radio signal in the world. When the magnetic field is normal, the background noise is very slight. Although there are no radio management regulations here, the channel is still limited to the amateur band.Soon, he searched for the only signal that could answer them.

"BAA001, BAA001, this is S... S11ABC is calling and waiting for an answer, this is S11ABC calling and waiting for an answer." When he read the special code name, the young man stuttered.

After a short period of calm, Ska put one hand on his waist and looked down at the small shiny box with a strange material on the table. The pharmacist stood beside him at some point.

"BAA001 has been received. The voice is very clear." A quiet bass came out from the radio, "Are you Tianming?"

The black-haired young man who looked like a moment ago became happy, "It's me, boss! We are now in Sachel! Everything is going well!"

"As long as it goes well." Fan Tianlan said, "Is the Scar Nightmare patriarch of Sachel with you?"

"Uh, yes, he's there too."

Tianming quickly stood up to make way for Scar, who held the microphone with two fingers. Although Li Hong told him that the voice was coming from the air, his eyes were still fixed on the white box on the table, wrinkled. Frowning, he said, "I'm Scar Nightmare, and you're that kid next to the Far East Warlock?"

"His name is Fan Tianlan, Chief of the Ska clan." After some small voices, a gentle and calm voice responded.

There was silence in the tent, and the expression on Scar's face changed, "It's you, the Far East magician."

"It's been a long time. From the sound of the voice, Chief Ska is still in the same health. Medicine Master, is he doing well in Sacher?"

The corner of Scar's mouth twitched, "It's none of your business."

The pharmacist who was about to answer glanced at him.

"Then it should be good." Yun Shen said lightly, his eyes swept over the drawings just spit out by the printer, "If the pharmacist has time, I have some interesting herbs here, which are gifts from elves. It's rare."

Scar's canines bared out, "He doesn't have time—" Seeing the pharmacist's eyes, he changed his tone very bluntly, "—During this time."

"Oh?" Yun Shen put the drawings on the table, took the pen from Fan Tianlan, and leaned down to write.

"He will go to the imperial capital with me." Scar said, "Far East magician, this kind of communication box that you sent someone, only your people will use it if you press it and turn it around?"

"Of course, Patriarch Ska." Yun Shen put down his pen, pulled out another folder, and opened it with a snap.

"You play with me?"

"It took me a whole month to teach those young people how to operate these delicate and delicate instruments, and at the same time know how to deal with some possible accidental damage. This is their limit. If your muscles are about to For the Biss knights who grow into their brains, the learning process must be extended by at least three times, and it is already the beginning of April, if they work hard, they may be able to create miracles." Yun Shen said.

"You mean I'll take you with me?"

Yun Shen smiled slightly on the other end of the radio, "Chief Scar, I want to remind you that these young people are not accessories of the transaction."