"Okay, I understand your situation a little." Lin Taiping sighed sympathetically, and suddenly felt that he was really unlucky. Others had a golden finger when traveling through time, but why did it be my turn and there was nothing except that a ring was dug when I was digging a hole just now.

Speaking of the ring, he subconsciously raised his left hand and looked at the ring that was already on his index finger. The ruby ​​was flashing slightly in the setting sun: "Hehe, can it be, there is an old man living here...uh?"

OK, grandpa doesn’t have it, but there are other things!

In fact, the moment he started to think about it, the gem ring suddenly shone red, and a fireball the size of a human head erupted out, almost hitting the top of Tulu's head, hitting the crooked jujube tree hundreds of meters away.

I was stunned! Poor Tulu was stunned. He first looked at the jujube tree that had turned into a torch behind, and then touched the top of his head, which was still smoked. Suddenly, he couldn't help but scream: "Lin, I thought we were already friends."

"Please, we have always been friends, okay?" Lin Taiping could only apologize helplessly, but lowered his head with a strange face and looked at the somewhat hot gem ring, "Is this thing the legendary magic prop?"

"That's right, it's just a low-level magic prop." Tulu came over curiously, "I swear with my beloved horns that I've seen a similar ring before, which can cast small fireballs six times a day, and its magic can be automatically replenished."

Really? Lin Taiping looked at the ring on his hand and suddenly felt in a good mood.

Well, although this thing is not a gold finger, and it is said to be of low level, for an ordinary person who has watched a lot of magic movies, being able to use magic himself is also a pleasure, but the problem now is...

"It's yours!" As if you knew what he was thinking, Tulu waved his hooves heroically, "What we, the most annoying thing about in our Taurus clan is magic. We only believe in our own strength and totem, but then again, you are lucky enough to find a magic ring from the pit, even if it's just a low-level magic prop."

"There is no way, my character has always been very good." Lin Taiping happily accepted the praise and decided to change the topic, "By the way, we have been leaving for an entire hour, why haven't we seen your tribe yet?"

"It's not far ahead." Tulu shook a pair of cow horns and stomped the frozen river under his feet. "Did you see that there is smoke on the other side of the river? It's our Taurus tribe."

I really saw it. Just when I was talking like this, a blurred outline appeared on the other side of the river. Lin Taiping stood on tiptoe and looked forward. From a distance, he saw a wisp of smoke rising: "Well, is your division there...uh?"

At this moment, when he saw the Taurus tribe in front of him, he suddenly burst into tears and directly weathered, cremated and petrochemical.

In the dim sunset, a few crows flew over, desolate to the point of being surrounded by wild grass-covered riverbanks. A circle of broken stone walls surrounded more than a dozen dilapidated thatched huts.

In front of the wall were two creaking wooden doors, which seemed to collapse at any time. There was a line of words written in red ink on the door. Although the handwriting was very delicate, the content was murderous - "I owe debts to pay for my life, and kill people to pay for my life!"

"Is this a tribe? Are you sure?" Lin Taiping looked cold and sweated. He suddenly felt that he had entered an African refugee camp, or that had just happened to have fires, earthquakes and mudslides.

"What, the dark elves on the north side of the island have some disputes with us, so they often come..." Tulu obviously blushed a little, looking at each other with the tauren beside him, and said with awkward face: "Ahem, actually, although it's a bit miserable outside, it's not that miserable inside."

This is true. After more than ten minutes, when Lin Taiping climbed the river bank, he found that Tulu was indeed very honest. Although the legendary Taurus tribe looked miserable outside, it was really not that miserable inside... because it could no longer be described as miserable.

More than a dozen thatched huts, a disrepaired dark temple, and a warehouse that was so clean that even mice could starve to death. In short, this tribe was simply empty, and all the things that could be used to pay off their debts were completely empty, leaving only the crooked pine trees on the side of the road, and a cow that was hungry and desperately gnawing on the bark.

This is also called a tribe? This is also called a dark race? Lin Taiping was crying when he saw it, and couldn't help but raise his hand quietly: "What, please allow me to ask, what is left in your tribe?"

Good question, dozens of taurens look at me and I look at you. After a long time of silence, Tulu finally bit the cow's hoof and hesitated: "If I remember correctly, there seems to be a totem wooden pillar in the dark temple of our tribe, which is a magical weapon passed down for hundreds of years!"

Really? Lin Taiping barely retained the last glimmer of hope and waited to see the appearance of the totem wooden pillar.

A moment later, amid the sound of the trumpets of several taurens, the totem wooden pillar was really lifted out - the column nearly six meters high was carved with dense totem runes, emitting black light, and even the mushrooms covered with the top of the wooden pillar were particularly...Wait, mushrooms?

To be calm, to be calm, Lin Taiping could only tell himself seriously. As a result, the next moment, Tulu suddenly screamed strangely, and said with surprise: "Wow! Mushrooms, thank you very much, I finally got something to eat in the evening!"

So, Lin Taiping, who had just expressed his intention to calm down, suddenly had the urge to hit him and die on the wooden pillar.

Very very powerful, dozens of hungry taurens, a tribe that is penniless and cannot even find overnight food. They basically rely on traffic to keep warm, basically rely on porridge to eat... Please, after all, you are also dark races and powerful taurens. How can this make the players of World of Warcraft?

But the problem is that no matter how he complained, the facts were already in front of him. In the tilted camp, dozens of taurens touched their stomachs with frown and looked at him pitifully. The honest bull's eyes were so wide that they didn't even blink.

"Okay, I'm afraid of you." After being defeated by this collective cuteness, Lin Taiping could only raise his hand to surrender, frowned and thought, "So, let me think about it, what else can...well? What is that?"

In an instant, he suddenly noticed the faint cold light in the distance. He almost subconsciously stood up. At the same time, he noticed his strange expression. Tulu couldn't help but turn his head to look--

In an instant, the Tartar tribe was stunned, but his pupils suddenly dilated: "Damn it! That's..."

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Here are a few words. Although the story originally took place on the island, the setting also mentioned that there are many islands in this world, the whole plot, including farming battles, is mainly carried out on land. The ocean is just a supplement to add some new elements. Don’t worry, I will not write it as the Age of Navigation.
Chapter completed!