Oster put the finishing touches on the teleportation circle on the ground, and as he painted, he suddenly thought of something: according to the lesson of almost falling to his death when he used the slowing spell just now, such a simple spell can produce moths, proving that large-scale magic is actually the same as the industrial production of the earth, and it is a thing that is prone to safety accidents;

Just like a few months ago, when he first arrived in the Wild West, he came across a strange mage teleporting a mysterious convoy. At that time, one of the carriages that first passed through the portal encountered a spatial rift and was torn apart. The nobles of the Earl and a few hapless guards were said to be in the car, which were cut open like butter, and their brains and intestines were dripping to the ground; Thinking about that scene now, Oster still feels disgusting.

Those who were obviously of a high status, the magic circles and materials they used were all of the highest quality, and although the man who released the teleportation technique was sloppy and obscene in appearance, judging from the scale of the channeling energy, he was definitely a figure of good strength. Such a lineup encountered a vicious accident, and the end was still so tragic; Now, handing over his life to a teleportation technique that he has never used once, he is simply pinning his head to the waistband of his pants, and he is not afraid of falling off.

Oster couldn't help but worry, teleporting for dozens of miles was not a small spell, and in case there was a fun situation like "light feathers needed" again, it would not be as simple as a bald scalp.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion on the other side of the village, and I didn't know what was happening, so Oster hurriedly accelerated his preparations.

To be on the safe side, he decided to experiment with a short-range teleportation first to see if there were any problems he hadn't discovered.

Set up a nearby target anchor point, and choose a tree at the head of the village dozens of steps away. After a small portal was generated, Oster cautiously threw in a branch to test it, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual, he carefully stepped into the shaking purple door;

In the blink of an eye, he was moving to the side of the road a few houses away. Stepping through the door again, he instantly returned to the circle in the backyard. The teleportation is stable, and so far there doesn't seem to be any major problems.

So he put his mind at ease, and after finally completing the large and intricate teleportation array that occupied the entire backyard, he recited the incantation according to the Sa book, and the energy gradually filled the simple magic circle on the ground, and a shaking purple door gradually emerged in the center of the magic circle. At this time, before the tedious steps were completed, there was another commotion in the village;

In the distance, there was also fire and smoke in the middle of the village, and there seemed to be the sound of a large number of people running and shouting, mixed with screams and weeping. Oster had a bad premonition, but soon thought: What does it have to do with him? He was about to leave, out of sight, out of mind.

So he hurriedly continued to cast the spell, calculated the location coordinates by manipulating the magic formula, and set a farther target anchor point;

[Destination coordinates (116°E, 40°S), distance: medium distance (23.9 miles). The curvature of space has been calculated, and the material passage is about to open. 】

As Oster chanted the positioning spell and channeled the energy in the teleportation array, a picture of dozens of miles away, near the Xishan Post Station, gradually emerged in the center of the purple gate, and the buildings and figures were clearly visible. This time, it should be possible to teleport away directly from a distance as planned, bidding farewell to this place of right and wrong.

At this time, the shouting and killing had already reached the vicinity, and someone was crying, "The homecoming group is coming!" Then came the running and screaming. Oster couldn't help but creep down by the wall to check, and found that the officer and army unit he had seen on the cliff earlier had already driven into the village;

It seems that because this place had accepted the rebels before, it burned the title deed and drove out the landlord. Although the unarmed villagers have now given up resistance, the official army and the landlords still did not spare them after occupying the village, and began to massacre the villagers and burn down the houses without saying anything. For a while, there was a river of blood, and there were cries and pleadings everywhere.

Oster was stunned, and thought quickly in his heart: the current situation is that he is alone, and he can't release a few spells, and if he rushes out, he may not only not be able to help, but he will also be unable to protect himself;

What's more, by querying the remaining power of Sashu, the teleportation technique just now has to span a distance of dozens of miles, and the energy consumption is very huge, and it will definitely not be able to open it a second time.

At this moment, in the front yard of the house, several bandits of the homecoming group suddenly broke in. The man who was struggling to block the door of the house was caught off guard and was slashed in the neck by the bandits and died on the spot. The hostess screamed and was dragged to the ground by her hair. Ignoring the bleeding forehead, she cried out hoarsely to the room, telling the child to leave her alone and run away.

Hiding behind the wall, Oster clenched his fingers tightly, constantly telling himself that he was a level 0 waste wood, and that he would die if he showed up, and that the portal behind him was the only chance to escape from here. It's no surprise that things out there, which happen every day in this world, happen everywhere.

He was ruthless and was about to go down from the wall, when there was another scream; It's a violent bandit.

Osten saw that the child of the family, a teenager of about eight or nine years old, bravely rushed out of the house in order to save his mother, picked up a rock and smashed it at the head of the bandit who was insulting his mother. Suddenly, blood gushed from the bandit's head, covering the back of the bloodied head, and retreating again and again.

However, this brave boy is confronted with the most vicious and inhuman demons. His strength is also too weak to inflict effective damage on the other side.

When the bandit stood firm, he became angry, grabbed his knife and ran away from the boy. The disheveled mother hugged the bandit's leg and begged him to spare the child and do whatever it took for him. But he was kicked away by the frenzied bandits, stabbed him in the chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and was silent. The blood-spattered butcher's knife did not hesitate for a moment, and swung it at the crying orphan.

Oster didn't look any further, silently descending from the wall and walking towards the teleportation circle, thinking that this was the fate of these people, not his. I have lived these two lives, what do I want?

In my previous life, I was busy every day, getting up early and being greedy for darkness, being PUA by my boss and girlfriend, and being overwhelmed by my mortgage and work. After crossing over, I thought that I was going to live a second life of soaring, eating and drinking spicy food, so I resolutely escaped from my hometown farm and went out;

As a result, he strayed into the den of thieves, and in the past few months, because of his worries about exposing the details, he was worried all day long, and he couldn't sleep peacefully all night. In addition, although Skar and others are anti-thief leaders, holding the power of several counties and nearly 10,000 horses, they divide most of their resources equally among the masses and soldiers, and they are willing to live a shabby life of simple food and clothing, almost ascetics; In the end, he is far less comfortable than being a rich peasant boy with peace of mind.

Just step into the portal in front of you and it's over. He will be able to say goodbye to the life of the wandering and frightened thief. After that, you will go to the pinnacle of life and live a life of a guardian who eats and drinks spicy food. There are so many revolutionary parties, and they are not inferior to themselves. Azeroth is so big that it can be separated from anyone.

Eventually, Oster closed his eyes and stepped through the portal.

In the courtyard, the child was caught by the gangsters, and the butcher knife in his hand was raised high and waved down without mercy. In this troubled world, his short life is about to be frozen.

However, in the next second, the gangster's knife swung into the air, and the child had disappeared out of thin air. The gangster was very puzzled, and when he looked up, he saw a red-haired man standing by the tree opposite with a child in one hand, and scratching his head in frustration with the other;

"What, the harm to children, I really can't turn a blind eye." Behind him, purple portals glittered.

At the last minute, instead of stepping into the large portal leading to the West Hill Station, Oster walked through the small door that had just been used for experimentation.

Several of the bandits were stunned, and they all waved their knives and screamed and rushed towards Oster. The latter held the child and stepped back step by step, and suddenly disappeared under the tree.

Most of the bandits were straw bales who had never seen magic at all, and they were puzzled and looked around in amazement. On the other side of the room, Oster covered the child's mouth and said to him in a low voice, "Don't make a sound, don't be afraid, don't move when you pass through the teleportation rift for a while." ”

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out out of thin air and grabbed the child's ankle. It turned out that a bandit, after looking at the magic door that was shining under the tree for a long time, saw the figures of Oster and the child looming in the door, and was overjoyed, threw himself into the door, leaned out his upper body, and reached out to grab the child's feet;

Looking at the gangsters with their parents' blood on their hands and smiling viciously, the child trembled with fright. Oster didn't look at it, and shook his head lightly, "The portal that is working is very dangerous. As he spoke, he raised his hand to block the energy and closed the small portal.

Under the splash of blood, the bandit only felt a loosening of his waist, slowly lowered his head, and felt a slimy "rope" in disbelief, and then found that it was his own intestines—he had been cut in two pieces; Suddenly, his soul flew away, and he wanted to scream loudly, but his open abdominal cavity leaked air, and his throat only made a ridiculous grunt, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out, and he swallowed his breath completely after a short time.

Under the tree on the other side, the bandits were horrified when they saw that only half of their companions had fallen to the ground, shouting and searching everywhere.

Oster continued to whisper to the child, "Listen, I can only save you one. After following me, I'll put you next to the inn. You're not young, and you're very courageous, find a home over there and live well. ”

After Oster finished speaking, he saw that the child's eyes softened, so he let go of his hand, picked him up and walked towards the large portal in the center of the circle.

Unexpectedly, when he was only one step away from the door, the child suddenly bit Auster's hand fiercely, pushed him away, and quickly ran back to the yard.

Oster covered his hands and shouted anxiously, "What are you doing, come back quickly!" ”

Without looking back, the child shouted, "This is the only place for me, and I don't have a home anymore!" ”

Running into the yard, the child picked up the knife that had killed his parents on the ground, pounced on a bandit who was insulting his mother's body, stabbed him in the back and stabbed him to death.

Hearing the movement, the bandits all gathered around. The child looked at the tragic situation of his parents on the ground, wiped the tears from his face, and shouted, "Revenge!" Then he ran out of the courtyard with a bloody knife. In his eyes, there was no childlike appearance at all.

Oster looked at the bloody village, and then at the portal in front of him: on one side was a hell full of dangers and had little to do with him; On the other side is a new world of freedom, which is close at hand and far away.

He hesitated, but finally stomped his foot in frustration, turned and ran out of the yard, chasing in the direction of the child.