Heritage foundry

Chapter 4
Zhou Mo stood at the counter, and two unfathomably mysterious beings in front of the counter were drinking, while Zhou Mo was facing the window, watching the one-on-twenty fight outside the window.

The sword of the red-robed guard with thorns and brocade patterns was so fast that the light of the sword could not be seen in the encirclement of 20 people, only waves swept across.

Occasionally, two mithril-colored blade lights would suddenly appear, like blood-colored swifts breaking through the waves on the sea, often tinged with blood in a glimpse.

Eighteen black iron life forms and two mithril chiefs used the secret siege formation of the palace, the sound of the sword was silent, and the light of the sword was like waves.

And Al? Lionheart, holding the ordinary and extraordinary knight epee in both hands, swung it like ink, like a golden lion, squatting on the reef, fighting against the endless waves.

Its imposing manner cannot be said to be decisive, its courage cannot be said to be outstanding, its bravery cannot be said to be admirable, and its man is worthy of the name of the Golden Lion Cub.

But as the tide continued to rise, and there was no sign of ebb, the golden lion was already staggering.

Another two blood-red swifts suddenly swept up from the sea tide, bringing up two bloody lights, and the reef, which had been impacted by countless waves, suddenly cracked.

Although the red beard was drinking with Dylan, he was still looking out the window. He looked at the shadow cast by the sun on the wine glass, and was a little puzzled. He asked:

"This is the golden lion cub? It lasted for less than a quarter of an hour. Grand Duke Yingyang's youngest son is not younger than him!"

Dylan put down his wine glass, with an awkward smile on his mouth. He knew what the red beard meant. The clan of the Lionheart Grand Dukes are military meritorious, while the Eagle Yang clan is the nobles of the country.

Military achievements rely on fighting on the battlefield and ordering thousands of troops; while township and national nobles rely on a single sword, unparalleled in both vertical and horizontal directions.In most cases, the nobles who have made military achievements want to challenge the nobles of the Zhenguo, it is absolutely courting death, and Grand Duke Yingyang is the leader of the nobles of the Zhenguo. No matter how you look at it, this Al? He shouldn't be the opponent of Grand Duke Yingyang's youngest son.

"Your Excellency the Red Beard, don't underestimate this little lion. Back then, the young master wounded him 170 times with two swords, but he was not damaged at all. This little lion seemed to have been killed, but when he was on the verge of death, he gave him a life-threatening blow. The hit hit, and the young master's lower body was injured, and the decisive blow turned defeat into victory. Even His Majesty heard it, and said that there are successors in the Lion Heart family, and that blow is deeply rooted in the art of war."

The red beard nodded, drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and then smashed the glass on the back of Zhou Mo's head.

"This makes sense. Although he is not from the same way, Grand Duke Lionheart is still worthy of admiration. It would be a joke if his son is a coward."

Zhou Mo glanced at the red-bearded uncle angrily, and after refilling his glass of wine, when he turned his head again, the reef in the tide was already on the verge of breaking, and the golden lion on it was already stained red with blood.

Zhou Mo felt more and more guilty, and smashed the wine glass in front of the red-bearded uncle, and the wine overflowed, making a sound like a heart beating.

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment. At this time, the wine slowly returned to calm, but the sound of the heartbeat became more and more urgent, like the drum of a battle, urging the army to come forward.

Even Dylan was surprised this time, and looked out the window in astonishment.

"Roar!" A dull roar spit out from the depths of the person's belly. It was dull, but majestic and domineering. It was rumored in Siye.

Zhou Mo turned his head abruptly, and saw a golden flame burst out from the seemingly endless tide, like a male lion blasting its mane.

The lion king awakens and announces to the whole world that all demons will flee at night.

The black reef rises abruptly and rises in the tide, like a hill. On the hill, there is a lion king dancing his mane and roaring domineeringly.

When the reef changes, the frequency of the sea tide will also change, and it seems that a huge wave will be raised to obliterate the mountain peak.

However, at the moment when the change remained unchanged, the mountains toppled, and the rocks burst out and smashed into the sea, smashing that snow-white straight wave into pieces.

Dylan stood up abruptly, the oak wine glass turned into ashes in an instant, and a frosty aura burst out from Dylan's forehead, overflowing with icy murderous aura,
Zhou Mo seemed to be suffocating, the air around him seemed to be solidified into iron, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't inhale a single bit.

At this time, the golden lion jumped down from the top of the mountain with the bursting pebbles, almost stepping on the chaotic sea tide, and rushed out of the encirclement. The golden hair just flashed in the alleys of Xiyang Town, and then disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Mo's guilt may dissipate, but Zhou Mo has no time to take care of it at this time. He is holding his neck, like a small fish caught out of the water, looking at the red-bearded uncle with protruding eyes.

The red beard raised his wine glass and slammed it into the air like a blacksmith.

The frozen air was smashed and the circulation resumed, and Zhou Mo took a deep breath.

Dylan didn't even look at Zhou Mo, and stared through the window at the place where Al Lionheart disappeared. Words spit out from his mouth like frosted iron sheets:
"Okay, very good, what a golden lion cub, decisive in battle, and didn't embarrass his father!"

He turned his head fiercely, looked at the red beard, and said word by word:

"Your Majesty the Red Beard, I am a servant. Everything that happened today must be reported verbatim to the Third Highness and His Majesty. Al? Lionheart is so good, maybe His Majesty will laugh when he hears about it, praising the Empire and his Majesty." One more general, when the time comes, the imperial edict orders him to return to the capital. Maybe the Second Highness who is good at martial arts is about to rise up. When the time comes to lead the army to the foot of the hill, maybe it is Al? Lionheart! "

"You, happy, happy, okay!"

At the beginning, the red beard had no expression on his face, just staring at the liquid in the glass, but when he heard the words "Soldiers on the Hill", his beard and hair grew wild, his small eyes flashed with fire, and he looked up and glared at Dylan.

"Is he related to the second prince?"

Dylan and the red beard looked at each other without showing any weakness, he sneered with a gloomy sneer like a devil in hell.

"Bang!", the oak wine glass and the black wood counter were smashed by the red beard, and the hill dwarf roared like thunder:
"Gou Ri, Gou Ri, why didn't you say it earlier, why didn't you say it earlier!!! Ah???"

"It should have been killed with a hammer in the first place, it should have been killed with a hammer!!!"

The hill is the hometown of Redbeard, and Redbeard still has the blood of the hill dwarf king. He can't step into the hills in his life, but it doesn't prevent him from loving his hometown.

Looking at the furious red beard, Dylan's laughter suddenly became less gloomy. It is always a pleasant thing to have someone unlucky with him.

The red beard glared at Dylan, then suddenly hit his head hard with his big fist, and said:
"It's okay, it's okay, because of the brat's glass of wine last night, I forgot to remove the molten mark on Al Lionheart's body."

Dylan's long and narrow eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he couldn't wait to ask:

"Is there a mark? Is it a tracking mark?"

The red beard smiled triumphantly:

"Hahaha, it's better than that. It's a restriction mark. If the molten fire mark is not removed, he can't go south after leaving Sunset Town! Otherwise, with a bang, he will turn into a human-shaped firework!"

Dylan also laughed, maybe it was Zhou Mo's illusion, this time his smile was not so awkward, maybe he was really happy.

The red beard raised his fiery red beard and said proudly:

"The miners of precious mineral deposits must use this mark to restrict them, otherwise my fellow clansmen who go crazy when they see rare mineral deposits will embezzle the entire mine lode!"

Dylan looked at the red beard with burning eyes, and confirmed again:

"So that means, Al Lionheart is either hiding in a corner of the town, or went into the wilderness alone?"

The red beard nodded affirmatively, Dylan got the answer, rushed out of the tavern, and whistled loudly. After a while, the prince's guards who had scattered throughout the town looking for Al Lionheart gathered in front of the tavern again.

"Division commander, no trace of Al Lionheart was found, no trace of blood was found, and no scent was found."

The elder of the two Mithril lives reported this, and his face turned red after he finished speaking.

Dylan's complexion also sank, but with the guarantee of the molten mark, he was still relatively optimistic, and said:
"He only has two places to go, the wilderness or hiding in a corner of the town. The two of you wounded him 79 times, three of which wounded his vitals. It is impossible for him to walk into the wilderness alone. He is looking for death, so give me Search, search door to door, he must be hiding in the small town."

In the evening, the tavern was not as lively as it used to be, only a middle-aged man barking wildly at his twenty subordinates.

Zhou Mo stayed in the corner, and put down his hands covering his ears helplessly. He found that it was useless. Dylan's growling sound was like sharpening a steel knife with an iron file, piercing his ears into his brain, and it was unavoidable.

For a whole day, they searched the small town with less than [-] households upside down, but they didn't find even a trace of Al Dylan's blood.

Zhou Mo looked out the window, only the arcs of the edges of the three moons were exposed, and the whereabouts of the disabled lion remained a mystery.

(End of this chapter)