Riding a horse, Oster came to a fork in the road. According to the road sign ahead, this place is still four to five hundred miles away from the next town.
Unintentionally passing by a bare vacant lot, he discovered something strange. This place was originally a forest, but the trees were all cut down. The breaks were new, but the trunks were nowhere to be found. Not only that, there were pieces of scorched earth of different sizes scattered on the ground, with no trace of grass on them, and the whole thing was three or four centimeters below the ground.
On the scorched earth, there are many messy fragments of items discarded, all cut along a certain neat border. There are various utensils, armor, clothing and daily necessities, many of which are made of fine materials and exquisite workmanship, and appear to be high-end goods.
Oster tied his horse to a nearby tree stump and searched for it along the messy items. He was penniless and wanted to pick up something here to supplement his travel expenses. What’s wrong with scavenging? What’s there to be ashamed of? Many time-travelling predecessors have gotten ahead by picking up treasures.
There were more and more debris, and he picked up a lot of good things one after another, including water bags, daggers, compasses, etc., but most of them were cut off and could not be used. I also saw a silver coin cut in half. It is estimated that even the hydraulic cutting machine on the earth may not be able to cut it so smoothly. What exactly causes this phenomenon?
At this time, Oster discovered a shining object deep in the debris pile. When he got closer, he saw that it was a ring, worn on a prosthetic hand with a glove. He picked it up excitedly. The ring was still complete, with a huge gemstone set on it. It looked like a valuable item at first glance.
When Oster was calculating how much this thing could be sold for, he suddenly lowered his head and discovered that the hand under the ring was not a model; it was a real hand, with blood still dripping from the broken wrist.
"Ahhhh!——"
Oster screamed in fright and quickly threw away his hand. Only then did he notice that there were several scattered corpses around. There are people dressed in gorgeous clothes, who look like they have status, and there are soldiers wearing high-grade Stormwind armor. The bodies were all cut open.
Only then did Oster realize what the strange smell he had been smelling was. My stomach was churning violently, and I quickly threw away everything I picked up.
Suddenly, a man's voice came from the front: "Hey, brother over there, can you come and help me."
Oster looked up and saw an unshaven middle-aged man lying on the ground, buried in a pile of debris, with only his upper body exposed.
Oster hurriedly ran over, grabbed his hand, and tried to drag him out. Unexpectedly, the other party was very nervous, and quickly let go of his hand, shouting, "Don't pull me, don't pull me, if you pull me anymore, it will really break."
Auster took a closer look and found that the man was not buried in a pile of debris from the waist down, but was stuck in a round hole that appeared out of thin air. There is nothing behind the round hole, it is suspended in mid-air.
"Ahhh!" Oster took two steps back and shouted, "You have been cut in half, right? This is too tragic! Do you want me to dig a grave for you?"
The man smiled and said, "Thanks, but it's still decades early for the grave. You just need to help me get the butt end over."
Oster asked, "Where's your butt?" He replied, "It's on the tree over there."
Oster went over and took a look, and there was indeed a man's lower body next to the tree branch, which was also stuck in the same suspended round hole. There is nothing to touch around, so I can only get out with help from others.
The man directed, asking Oster to climb the tree, carefully lift his feet, and slowly push his lower body into the hole without touching the edge of the hole. After Oster finished doing it, the purple round hole shook for a while and disappeared.
On the other side, the intact man got up from the ground and wiped the dirt off his hands. Seeing Oster running over, the man asked, "Did you accidentally touch your hand or other parts into the door just now?"
Oster recalled that he knew this thing was weird, so he was very careful. It was just that when the man's heel was finally inserted, his sleeve accidentally touched the purple door a little;
When he lifted up his sleeve, he saw that one corner of the sleeve had been cut off. Oster was shocked. The man said slowly;
"A working portal is very dangerous. If there is a jamming problem, you must not pull it from the exit end, otherwise it will be cut off if it moves. Alas, I have said it many times. The 120-page "Portal and... You must read it patiently and read the Manual of Magical Array Needs. As a result, the master and his soldiers did not listen to the advice, and they struggled and dragged them when something happened, so they died so miserably."
Auster asked, "It's so dangerous, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The man said strangely, "I thought you must know. You look like a mage, and you are wearing such a good thing." He pointed to the USB pendant on Oster's chest. Oster was very surprised and quickly blocked the pendant with his hands.
At this time, there was a crackling sound in the man's pocket, and when he took it out, it was a crystal ball. Some images appeared in the ball. The man looked at it, held his forehead, and sighed;
"It's already angry over there, so we have to work quickly. Brother, can you do me one more favor? I'll give you a reward. My staff should have fallen nearby, it's something about this long."
Although Auster had some objections to this weird man, he helped people to the end and felt uncomfortable even after accepting the task and not completing it.
He searched around and finally found the staff behind a mound of dirt. It is about six or seven feet long, and is tightly wrapped in linen and ribbons from beginning to end. You can vaguely see a bulge at one end, which may be a cane head sculpture.
Oster came back with his staff and saw that the man had drawn a simple pattern on the ground with stones and bricks. He looked up and saw Auster coming back. He was overjoyed and said repeatedly, "It's really a big help."
Taking the staff, the man motioned for Oster to stand slightly away, winked slyly and said, "You also know that the dangers of the three forbidden arts, alchemy, summoning, and teleportation, increase in sequence."
As he spoke, the man recited a long series of spells, the air trembled slightly, and abundant energy gathered from all directions and penetrated the man's body. The man's body gradually floated, guiding the energy flow to rotate above the magic circle, forming a vortex;
This is the largest spell Oster has seen since traveling through time. As the surrounding ground trembled, a giant purple door opened above the magic circle.
The U disk interface in front of Oster showed [Distorted Time and Space Forbidden Technique. Error, cannot be read, spell level exceeds the upper limit of analysis. 】
Not long after, a cane was thrown out of the door. Then, a scout tentatively walked out of it, made sure that everything was normal, and then called to the rear.
After a while, a carriage drove out of the door, followed by another and another. The last thing to drive out was a particularly ornately decorated carriage. The entire body was made of silver metal and was airtight. Only the door and a small window remained. Various complex protective runes were engraved on the body.
The body of the man floating in the air flickered in and out of light, and he said with difficulty in a disembodied voice, "Hurry... a little bit, I can't hold on any longer."
After all the carriages passed, the portal shrank and became smaller, and finally turned into a ray of light and disappeared completely. The man fell to the ground, unable to stand steadily, and fell down on his hands and knees, gasping for air, "Fa, the magic power is exhausted..."
A man in gorgeous light armor who looked like the commander of the convoy strode over and cursed at the man, "Unreliable bastard, do you know what you have done? Count Sigmar and three royal guards are all dead." !”
The man sat on the ground and said with a sad smile, "This is also... there is no way. We just happened to encounter a time and space rift, which is equivalent to a traffic accident. It is inevitable... As for the earl, the Kingdom of Stormwind lacks everything, but nobility..." As he said, The man tremblingly took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve and opened it, revealing the dark powder inside.
Seeing this, the commander took a step back in disgust and continued to curse, "If it wasn't for the palace... Your Excellency needed to be teleported to the west urgently, who would have brought a smoker like you! You mages who use demonic magic should have followed you back then. The traitors were all expelled..."
The man could no longer care about anything else and picked up the medicine bottle with trembling hands. Just as he was about to take it, his hands were shaking so much that the bottle fell out of his hands and the black powder spread all over the floor. The man lay on the ground, grabbed the powder, and put it into his mouth regardless of the dirt mixed with it. In the end, he just lay down on the ground, sticking his butt out and licking the potion in the soil with his tongue.
Seeing the man's ugly appearance, the commander showed an expression of incredible disgust, turned around and walked away. Next to the gorgeous carriage, he lowered his head and said something to the window.
Oster was surprised to see that as the powder was taken down, the man's body began to twitch. He was lying on the ground, his expression getting more and more excited, rolling his eyes and drooling, twisting his body and giggling. Suddenly, he jumped up from the ground, talking vague nonsense, singing and dancing, and even took off his pants.
Oster has long understood that in the real world, it is a daydream for a mage to be able to regain his demons after drinking water, at least it must be a potion, tobacco syringe or the like. I just didn't expect that the medicine here has such great side effects like something on the other side of the earth;
From this point of view, Paladin Landis said that all mages are drug addicts, and the commander just now also said that men are smokers. Isn't it true? It seems that it is not easy to be a master.
On the other side, the convoy commander began to order his men to clean up the corpses and debris that failed to be transported. Sprinkle the special powder and grease on it, and the magical flame burns silently, leaving no ashes behind.
Not long after, the convoy was cleaned up and set off. The man regained consciousness after getting high, but he collapsed into a ball of mud and was dragged away by two guards.
As he passed by, he broke away from the guard, staggered over and grabbed Oster's shoulders, saying inarticulately, "Thank you, thank you, for your help. I said I will reward you. This...when needed , will be useful. Also, pay attention to your horse's neck, neck, there is..."
Before the man could finish speaking, he was dragged away by the guards who came over and thrown into a carriage. Auster looked down at the last thing he stuffed in his hand. It was a gold coin, but it was not a currency popular in the kingdom. It had special patterns and marks on it.
It took me a long time to get 1 gold. Although it was a bit shabby, it was not in vain this time. But what did the other person mean by the last thing he said? What happened under the horse’s neck?
Oster returned to the tree stump suspiciously and carefully examined the stolen war horse up and down. Finally, under one side of the horse's hair, I found a small, branded number.
He suddenly realized that the military horses used by these paladins all had unified numbers; killing a noble officer and riding such a horse was like a time bomb, so he had to deal with it quickly.
It's just that strange man who seems to know everything. Who is he?
