Heritage foundry

Chapter 149 The Eagle's Nest Blood Shadow

In the eagle's lair, in Zhou Mo's castle, in a room specially used for receiving guests, Zhou Mo, brothers Hogg and Ning Ge stood in front of the wine counter in the corner of the room.

The Hogg brothers were silent, with mournful expressions on their faces, while Zhou Mo showed no expression on his face, just concentrating on mixing a glass of wine.

The wine of no return, which only warriors who dared to charge and die would drink, was used as the base. The color was originally deep red, the color of blood.

After cutting his wrist, Zhou Mo dripped a drop of blood into it.

Brothers Hogg and Ninge also stretched out their wrists silently, allowing Zhou Mo to draw a bloodstain and drip the blood into the mixing glass.

The wine of no return was stained with human blood, and the blood-colored wine became more vivid, and the deep red in it was full and ready to drip.

Zhou Mo twirled his wrist lightly, the blood wine in the glass shook, and the viscous liquid was hung on the wall of the glass.

Add three drops of green bamboo wine, half a cup of Tie Xue Shao that has been cellared under the tree of the ancient battlefield for ten years, and a little highland barley bitter wine.

The blood-colored wine turned into a green color.

Zhou Mo divides the wine.

In the mixing cup, the blue-colored wine was quickly poured into the three wine glasses. The wine was left in the air, and it was as bright red as blood.

Push the cup, the wine shakes, and the blue sea is full of paint.

"A cup of war blood green, please drink together, in honor of Sixiu, Marquis of the White Tiger, may he live forever in the light!"

Hogg-Ying raised his wine, put the glass on his forehead, closed his eyes and said in a low voice:
"Sacrifice to Sixiu, the Marquis of the White Tiger, may he live forever in the light!"

Ninger-Yingyang raised his wine, but the wine glass was a little lower, sticking to the center of his eyebrows, and he also closed his eyes and said in a low voice:
"To pay homage to Sixiu, Marquis of the White Tiger, may his glory last forever!"

Zhou Mo also closed his eyes, raised the wine glass above his head with both hands, bowed to the north, closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Ji Sixiu-Marquis of the White Tiger, may his loyalty be remembered forever!"

Three people drink together.

The wine entered the mouth, full of the smell of iron and blood, and after a while, it became as hot as fire.

Swallowing it into the throat, a line of fire flows down, the whole hot chest is boiling, the human will is fighting against the hot wine, the blood boiling in the chest seems to spit out the drunk wine!

The three of them were all strong-willed people, and they forced themselves to swallow the wine and swallowed it into their stomachs.

The faint bitterness was cooked bit by bit by the residual warmth of the boiling blood in the chest, without being aware of it.

Bitterness permeates every corner of the body, firmly engraved on it!

After a long time, the three of them woke up from the drunkenness, but the bitterness still lingered in their stomachs...

Yaoyao finished paying homage to Marquis Sixiu-Baihu, who sacrificed himself yesterday before the Chengguan of the territory to protect the safety of the people. The three of them were silent and sat around the sofa around the long coffee table under Zhou Mo's gesture.

"The Marquis of the White Tiger is magnificent, a model for our generation of feudal nobles!" Hoge-Yingyang spoke first, admiring and regretting.

Ning Ge frowned rarely, looked at Zhou Mo and said:

"Zhou Mo, when will the bitterness of your glass of wine dissipate?"

Zhou Mo replied with a quiet smile:
"When the blood in your chest is boiling, the alcohol will naturally dissipate!"

Ninge's face was slightly bitter when he heard the words, but he didn't say anything more.

But Hogg, hearing Zhou Mo's answer, was thoughtful in his sky blue eyes.

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After sending him away to inform him about the news of the Northland, and by the way, he asked Brother Hogg about the situation of his territory. Zhou Mo left the manor, rode a red blood horse and galloped for a hundred miles, and came to the edge of a fertile wasteland.

The fat man is holding a plow with both hands, working quickly on the wasteland. The land with a radius of one kilometer has already been plowed by the fat man for more than half of it in a morning!
Zhou Mo got off his horse by the edge of the field ridge, leaned over and inserted his hands into the dug up black soil.

Slightly nodding, Fatty has plowed the land well, he didn't do superficial work!

After watching the fat man plowing the land for a while, and seeing that he was working seriously, Zhou Mo didn't bother him, and returned to the manor by himself.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, Zhou Mo closed his eyes, feeling the little thought that became more and more active in his mind, and had a premonition in the dark, when his plan unfolded and brought changes to the Eagle's Nest , is the day when he was promoted to the mysterious state of life!
The heart settled down, looking at the little flowers falling from the book from time to time, last night, the lights suddenly dimmed, and the trace of mourning that he sensed in the light appeared in Zhou Mo's mind.

"The Marquis of the White Tiger is considered to be the strongest man in the northern feudal nobles, except for the Duke of the White Tiger. He was conquered so quickly!"

Suddenly a thought appeared in Zhou Mo's mind:
"If the monsters in the dark forest are so powerful, how did the sages of the human race seal them?"

The thought disappeared in a flash, and even Zhou Mo himself didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, he was worried about whether the aristocratic circle outside the imperial capital and the areas directly under the empire could block the infiltration offensive of these monsters.

At this time, a servant ran over from the gate of the manor in a panic.

"Your Excellency the Viscount, in a village to the east of the manor, there has been a disappearance, and animal corpses that have been drained of their blood have been found nearby!"

Zhou Mo's expression suddenly became serious!

"Which village, tell me the exact location immediately!"

Zhou Mo rode a red-blooded horse, and rushed out of the manor in a hurry.

In just an hourglass, Zhou Mo arrived at the village where the incident happened. In the center of the village, several old men with white beard and hair, but still in good health, were loudly comforting the civilians in the village.

"Everyone, don't be nervous. We have already sent someone to notify the lord. Even if the lord can't handle it, don't you believe in Grand Duke Yingyang?"

"That's right, that's right, we are all retired private soldiers from Grand Duke Yingyang's mansion, His Majesty will not ignore this kind of thing!"

"We are all civilians who have lived in the Eagle's Nest for generations, and we have never defaulted on our taxes every year. The lord will definitely deal with this matter. Everyone calm down for now, take care of your children and women, and wait for a day!"

At this time, the sound of Zhou Mo's hooves came, and several veterans who had retired for many years hurriedly separated from the crowd and came to welcome them.

Seeing the satin clothes on Zhou Mo's body, he glanced at the red-blooded horse that Zhou Mo sat down with his eyes glowing with mithril. Several veterans knelt down on the ground with winking eyes and said:

"Greetings, Lord Viscount!"

Zhou Mo jumped off the horse and said hurriedly:
"Get up, I'm in charge of the Eagle's Nest for the first time, and I don't have many people under my command. Since you guys are retired private soldiers from Duke Yingyang's mansion, this Viscount still counts on you to stabilize the people's hearts!"

Several old men stood up neatly, and then respectfully brought Zhou Mo to a small open space in the center of the village.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of a group of civilians, Zhou Mo saw the wild beast being carried to the open space by the villagers.

This is a fox with snow-white fur. There are two deep and slender tooth marks on the neck. Zhou Mo's heart tightened, and he reached out to touch the fox. The tentacles were cold and hard. resulting appearance.

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(End of this chapter)