Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 293 Tomb Raider Notes
It was another cold moonless night.

Like an old monk in meditation, Xia Houyan sat on the top of the cliff with a dignified expression.

The air was still filled with the chill brought by the new snow in the early winter. On the pitch-black zenith of the wasteland of the Land of Cracking Soul, the brilliance of the stars seemed particularly dim.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the ravens on the branches of the dead trees rose against the wind, screaming hoarsely.

Even Victor Laurie, the chief mage of Shuangfengling, who had always been carefree and unscrupulous, had a serious and unpredictable expression like a cloud at the moment.

Master Laurie tugged at his beard in a sense of loss, until he pulled out a beard by the root, only to be suddenly alerted by the pain coming from his jaw;

The old sorcerer's slack gaze regrouped and turned into a sharp sword, pointing straight at the lord sitting opposite him.

"My lord..." Master Laurie said slowly, his voice was so low that it seemed to come from far away, "...I shouldn't have done this."

Xia Houyan's eyes did not look at Master Laurie, but pointed to the night sky.

There, the cold moon hangs high like an ice mirror, and it also looks like the sad face of an ancient god, examining this vast land haunted by dead souls.

The leader of Shuangfengling opened his mouth, his voice was ethereal, just like the whispering of a demon:
"Master Laurie...but you, in fact, have no other choice...right?"

The only thing that can respond to the lord is silence.

Even the other two spectators sitting next to them held their breath because of the extremely tense atmosphere.

After five seconds and ten thousand years, Master Victor Laurie said in a trembling voice:
"...Thirty thousand."

"Nonsense." The lord pushed the ivory mahjong tiles in front of him very neatly, "I knew you would definitely shoot me. Lizhi, Yifa, Pinghu, and three-color Tongshun, a total of 12000 points, thank you master, you Mahjong is really good!"

Eldridge, who was sitting on the other side of the four-corner table, hugged his head in pain:

"Obviously my country's Warrior Warriors have listened to the cards..."

The troll chief of the "Enziai" tribe, Tanaka Bloodfang, let out a loud sneer:

"Guoshi Wushuang, right? Listen to West Wind, right? Make a big name, right? Ha, I'm crushed to death!"

The two boys were still taunting each other, while Master Laurie, who looked mournful, shook out a few scoring sticks from his sleeves, and tremblingly handed them over to the proud lord, resentful and reluctant, as if he was giving away his wife Lend others to sleep.

Only Tom Lawrence, not far from the cliff, uttered a mournful wail:
"Why are you guys playing mahjong and I'm working!!!!!! Why!!!!"

Accompanied by howling unwillingly, Lawrence rounded the pickaxe again, and hammered it hard on the cold cliff land.

Xia Houyan turned sideways from the temporary mahjong table, and smiled kindly at the director of his political department:
"Tom, didn't the "Igor Pioneering Army Ideological and Political Tutorial" I gave you say that labor is the source of wealth, and laborers are the real masters of the world! Tom, as the director of the political department, how can you not understand What about the joy of labor? This is a great opportunity for you to get out of the classroom in the territory and go to the mountains and the countryside to receive re-education!"

Lawrence swung his pickaxe and wailed:

"You are taking revenge for being blocked from the gate! Isn't it! Absolutely!"

The lord shook his head and smiled:
"Tom, look at what you said, and you're still 'revenge'... Who do you think this lord is? Hey, you guys come to judge, is this lord the kind of person who holds grudges?"

——This last sentence was directed at three card players, Master Laurie, Eldridge, and Chief Bloodfang.

The three horse boys scrambled to shake their heads into super-high-frequency rattles.

Lawrence, who is wielding a hoe, has so much sorrow on his face that he can cosplay a tracker on the Volga River.

"Keep going, Lawrence does his job, let's play our cards..." Master Laurie pushed the mountain of cards in front of him and urged.

Chief Bloodfang cautiously stretched out his finger and poked Master Laurie:

"But Master, you have lost all your stick points, you have already been knocked out..."

Master Victor Laurie froze all of a sudden, and his wrinkled old face turned blue and white.

The other three clearly saw that the master's hands twitched, obviously wanting to flip the table according to the old habit;

However, the fact that his own boss is sitting in front of him has curbed the master's immature and dangerous thoughts very well.

Regarding the brand and personality of this spiritual magister, the other three card players all sneered.

"Speaking of..." Chief Tanaka Bloodfang, who had just settled down in Frost Maple Ridge with his clansmen, was still a little cautious when talking to the boss, "...Lord Lord, things can really be dug out of this cliff ?"

Before Xia Houyan answered, Lawrence, who was in charge of the actual excavation work, wailed:

"I've been chiseling with a hoe for three hours. Master Laurie has lost all his sticks six or seven times. Obviously, nothing can be dug here! Lord Lord, please spare me... "

"Stop talking nonsense, keep digging." The lord smiled kindly at Lawrence.

The three poker players shuddered together, and quickly formed a consensus in their hearts:

The lord...is small-minded, and must not offend the lord in the future...

Then, Xia Houyan pondered and replied:

"Supposedly we will definitely be able to dig something. Otherwise, we would sneak from Shuangfeng Ridge to the Raging Wave Mountain Range at the westernmost end of the Soul Breaking Land at night, and climb up the cliff so hard. Wouldn't it be a waste of time? According to Messi It is said that this area is the "Heroic Cliff" where the ancient elf empire buried the epic warriors who died in battle, and there must be super-high-quality heroes' bones under the ground..."

Chief Tanaka Bloodfang let out a half-understanding "Oh".

The "Enziai" troll, who attaches great importance to shamanic traditions and plant cultivation, has never been very proficient in magic;
Chief Bloodfang only knew roughly that the lord was going to use necromantic magic to resurrect several powerful corpses as a fighting force against the orc attack, but he didn't know much about the details;
——In fact, the reason why Chief Bloodfang was pulled over by the lord was purely because the "Enziai" troll had just joined the territory and needed to play a few games of mahjong together and engage in team building——

These trolls are all natural herbalists, and they can also use witchcraft to promote plant growth. They can be regarded as the team of the future field hospital in Shuangfengling.

And the cliff they climbed so hard is the place where Messi suggested that the highest quality bones can be found in the wasteland.

But there are five people who went up the mountain tonight, but four of them are rubbing hemp, and only Tom Lawrence is digging the ground bitterly...

It wasn't even until he climbed to the top of the cliff that Lawrence discovered to his dismay that the burden that the lord asked him to carry all the way from the territory turned out to be a whole set of ivory carved mahjong tiles!

——Mahjong, a classic game of the earth, was introduced to the territory by the lord himself last year. It was originally just for fun, but it became popular all of a sudden. The popularity on the Phoenix Terrace faintly surpassed the traditional game of the empire, Marne card. ;
Even some writers in Dongbingku were addicted to mahjong during the one-hour rest time every day, so that they delayed their code words, and finally forced the lord to order that Dongbingku writers are strictly prohibited from touching mahjong;
"Only lords are allowed to rub hemp, but writers are not allowed to play cards", which is currently considered a unique national condition of Shuangfengling.

"Ah, speaking of which..." Eldridge suddenly remembered something, and asked while tidying up his red scarf, "You came out to dig up the corpse of the ancient elf to prepare for resurrection, ah, Miss Katerina, ah , do you know?"

"Damn! Don't talk about Katerina, I don't even dare to say Weierfu!" Xia Houyan lowered his voice in fear, "There are also Master Begrade who are far away in the imperial capital... on this 'Heroic Cliff' The burials are all highly respected epic heroes of the ancient elf empire, this time we are digging the ancestral graves of the elves, you all keep it a fucking secret from me! Keep it secret!"

Eldridge gave a Patton-style forehead salute in a chic way, signaling well.

Lawrence, who was still hoeing, wailed again:

"My lord—! This ancient elf empire happened thousands of years ago. Even if any elf heroes were buried here, their bones would have been rotten after 1000 years! Where can you fucking dig..."

Xia Houyan sneered:

"Do you think that the bones of heroes rot as fast as ordinary people? These elven heroes who bravely resisted foreign enemies have all been blessed by the elven mother god, and their corpses will be immortal for thousands of years after death! It is said that Qingshan is honored to bury his loyal bones, and Baitie is innocent. Casting a courtier..."

The three courtiers on the side were a little uncomfortable, for fear that the lord was secretly poking at Sang and cursing Huai.

"But... that's not right..." Chief Tanaka Bloodfang thought for a while, then suddenly tilted his head, "The Land of Cracked Soul is no better than the Central Plains. It lacks vegetation and has frequent sandstorms. After thousands of years, just It’s because the deposited soil is thick enough—even if there is a tomb of the ancient elves under our feet, it’s not something Director Lawrence can dig out overnight!”

Xia Houyan blinked, stood up suddenly from the temporary mahjong table, and excitedly held Chief Bloodfang's rough troll palm:

"What a word to awaken the dreamer! Chief Bloodfang, you are truly a wise man born in the forest!"

Chief Bloodfang said with a bewildered expression, what did I do, why did I suddenly become a wise man?

The honest troll chief was still in Nahan, but the lord had already turned around and whistled to Lawrence:
"Tom, stop digging! I'll let Messi use the magic power of the ghost to directly lift the soil layer!"

Lawrence was stunned holding the hoe:

Cooperating with Messi is here! ! ! ! !
There is no need for you to let me dig from the beginning of the co-authorship! ! ! ! !

You are fucking me! ! ! ! !
The lord ignored the grief-stricken Lawrence, and yelled "Hercules Cup" into the air;
The figure of the wasteland ball king immediately emerged in accordance with the agreed password.

"Boss! What's the matter?!" Wraith Ball asked cheerfully.

"Open up the soil and find where the bodies of those elf heroes are." The lord snapped his fingers, "It's too damn slow to dig by manpower..."

"Received!" Macy shook his body, and then floated above the pothole that Lawrence painstakingly dug out, where the ghostly magic power passed, countless earth cubes rose into the air, and then fell into the cliff in a standard high-altitude parabola end.

——Compared with the efficiency of manual excavation, it is simply a world of difference.

"Why the hell did you go there just now!!!" Lawrence's nose was twisted with anger, "Why didn't you come out to help just now!"

"Brother Tom, forgive me, forgive me..." Messi chuckled and said in a low voice, "Just now I had to use my spirit to communicate and help the lord to peek at the cards of the other three houses. I really can't spare the time..."

Lawrence was speechless.

(End of this chapter)