Heritage foundry

Chapter 6 Zhou Mo's Edge

The wilderness, at the foot of the Yin Mountain, at the junction of the forest and the grassland.

This is an open area with all kinds of animal skin tents, big or small, surrounded by a tent made of mithril wolf skin.

Inside the mithril wolfskin tent, Al Lionheart was lying on a thick animal skin with a bonfire burning in front of him. A cute girl in a sheepskin jacket was feeding Al Lionheart meat porridge.

In the darkness opposite the bonfire, there are two figures sitting vaguely, one is the main one, and the other is the auxiliary one.

Al? Lionheart sipped his porridge while telling his own experience in Sunset Town. It was a straightforward and pure narrative without any additional description.

"This sword is very interesting." The man who was the Lord said in a flat voice.

"My lord is very knowledgeable, have you ever seen similar equipment?" The assistant was holding the hilt of his sword, and his tone was very respectful.

There was silence in the tent for a while, the man who was the Lord was thinking.

Al Lionheart couldn't help but said:
"The feeling of recovering after being injured doesn't seem to be caused by a spell, but from the inside out. It's like having an extra blood talent."

The person in charge moved slightly, nodded, and added:
"In this way, it really looks like the blood talent of the earl of Lanshan, but it is very elementary, as if it has just awakened and has not yet undergone life evolution."

The sound of finger bones knocking on solid wood sounded, the master and Al Lionheart closed their mouths together, and the assistant was their think tank, he was thinking and could not be disturbed.

After a while, the think tank spoke.

"Louis Lanshan went to the wilderness three months ago. After being hungover in the wilderness tavern, he entered the wilderness to fight. His mission was the black iron step grass wolf. After confirmation, he was eaten by the wolves and died."

"According to Lin Hao who came on the same road with Louis Lanshan, Louis Lanshan awakened the talent of the bloodline before life evolved. He is a rare genius, but he is not a direct descendant and is taboo by the clan."

The tent fell silent again.

The one who was still the lord broke the silence, and through the firelight, Al Lionheart vaguely saw the lord he was willing to die for, with a slight smile on his lips.

"I still remember that his name is Zhou Mo, a rare pure-bred Aramaic, just like Yun!"

The think tank's tone became surprised:

"Oh? That's really rare. In this way, maybe we can have an extra pawn in a key position!"

Hearing this, the Lord seemed very satisfied and laughed out loud:

"Hehehehe, Yun, you are really ruthless!"

Zhou Mo stretched out his hand, but didn't get the gold coin.

Another Mithril bodyguard wearing a red robe with thorn patterns stopped him. His slender, white hand was very beautiful and elegant. If it was in Zhou Mo's hometown, it would not be difficult for him to pass the tenth grade of piano with these hands.

After secretly complaining in his heart, Zhou Mo withdrew his hand.

"Little brother, our inner guard's money is not so easy to earn!" This guard was younger, and his voice was very clear, which made people feel good after hearing it.

The older ones had complicated expressions, but they didn't object. Instead, they withdrew ten gold coins, and then glanced at Zhou Mo, with a little pity in their eyes.

Seeing that the older one didn't speak, the younger one smiled complacently, keeping his voice down to the lowest level, as if he was talking to himself:
"Noble blood, even if it is wandering in the wilderness, with wild beasts, it will not change the original nobility."

"This is a matter between the nobles, and the common people should not get involved to make trouble."

The face of the older head guard suddenly turned red, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the counter.

And Zhou Mo lowered his head, grinning secretly, what kind of shit, and noble blood, do you think you are Voldemort?

"Boom, boom, boom." Zhou Mo rolled his eyes, and he was another pervert who could knock solid wood out of the air.

But he still raised his head, showing a professional smile, looking at the younger chief guard, looking at himself with those pale gold eyes, with a contemptuous smile on his mouth.

"Civilian, whatever you know, you better hope you don't, or you'll become a slave."

The young head guard used declarative sentences, with a normal tone, as if saying that the sun is shining today and I want to eat meat for dinner.

"Now, give me a glass of your best drink. Do what you're supposed to do."

The professional smile on Zhou Mo's face disappeared, no, it shouldn't have disappeared, but changed, becoming wanton, brilliant, and vivid.

"Sorry, I just resigned."

Zhou Mo kicked over all the wine stored under the counter, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, Zhou Mo turned around and walked out of the counter, shouting loudly:
"Uncle red beard, come and serve these noble uncles, I resign, young master!"

The red beard woke up from the wine, his small eyes looked at Zhou Mo, who was full of recklessness, and blinked, as if he had never known such a black-haired boy.

Zhou Mo looked at the older head of the guard, smiled brightly, and said loudly:

"You, the young master has credibility, take ten gold coins, and the young master will tell you what I know right away."

The young head of the guard was still in astonishment. No one had ever treated him like this, and no one had ever said that he was a noble man with such an attitude.

The older guard was also a little shocked, but there was a hint of relief in the depths of his eyes. Hearing Zhou Mo's words, his facial expression twisted for a while, then became firm, and ten gold coins were thrown out of his hands.

Zhou Mo stretched out his hand, drew an elegant arc in front of him, put ten lovely gold coins in his palm, and tossed them lightly, the gold coins made a lovely crashing sound.

"If the person you are talking about is a man with a burly body and a sharp facial features, and every word can be heard in your ears, and it is always in your ears when you think about it, then congratulations, he is here, just Somewhere in the wilderness, go find it, go find it!"

Zhou Mo was jumping for joy, cheering and telling everyone all the information, and then amidst the twitching and ferocious faces of the young guards and the surprise of the older guards, the red-bearded uncle's expression was first confused, then shocked, and finally amidst the gloomy changes, stepped on his face. Following the dance steps of Hu Xuanwu, dancing to her own rhythm, she walked towards the door of the room.

Suddenly, the rhythm stagnated, Zhou Mo stopped, pointed at the older guard, and said:
"Remember, I was born free, who dares to be superior!"

The rhythm resumed, Hu Xuan's dance steps became more cheerful, and with the last 360-degree rotation, Zhou Mo turned into his room.

With a sound of "Boom!", the closing sound of the wooden door became the resting sound of the whole rhythm.

The tavern was quiet for a moment, and then it exploded violently!

"He dared, he dared..." This was the young head guard whose whole body was shaking like chaff.

"It's really here. Al? Lionheart really came to look for him. Everything is a conspiracy. I was right!" This was the elderly head of the guard who seemed to be hit by a duke title.

"*...￥%...#&...%...*(...." This is a group of guards, looking at the two chief guards with uncertain eyes.

"Going, Going, Going, Grand Duke Yingyang, Going, Al? Lionheart, Going, Imperial! You lied to me!" With a bang, the whole tavern was opened by the tyrannical flame energy up the roof.

The old man with a red beard who was about [-] meters tall, now his height continued to swell, and the time in the blink of an eye had exceeded five meters. Zhou Mo, who was looking up at the uncle with a red beard in the room, swallowed, and now he knew why the red bearded man Uncle is also called Wild Giant.

"Everyone in the empire is lazy, especially Grand Duke Yingyang. He took me in and let me build Sunset Town just to cover that person? He actually let me, the grandson of the hill dwarf king, shelter the hill dwarves Sworn enemies, 50 years, 50 years?"

The red-bearded man was full of hair, and bright red flames shot out from every part of his body. On his broad forehead, it seemed like a sun was burning.

The air was scorching hot, and the armor and giant hammer reappeared.

"Ahhh! Gou Ri's imperial people!" The red-bearded uncle went completely berserk.

Zhou Mo was very fortunate at this time, fortunately that he had a good relationship with the red-bearded uncle this year, at least he could still remember himself when the uncle went crazy, which allowed Zhou Mo to survive the berserk of the wild giant.

In the room, Zhou Mo could only see balls of bright red flames overflowing from the red bearded man as the center. The red bearded man held a giant hammer in both hands, and smashed down with one hammer after another. With a single swing, Zhou Mo was shocked to fly three feet.

Then I saw the giant hammer smeared with blood and pulp being swung again. Occasionally, two brave men who jumped up and swung knives at the head of the red-bearded uncle were slapped into meatloaf by the red-bearded uncle like a fly. White, green, and yellow juices mixed together and exploded.

The unique smell inside the human body was mixed with the smell of the wine kicked over by Zhou Mo. This smell made Zhou Mo, um, vomit.

"What's going on, my lord, I just can't understand those aristocrats who are pretending to be bullying. They said the truth about paying, and then they said it was just a bonus. What's going on?"

While vomiting, Zhou Mo comforted himself, all this is definitely not my fault!

(End of this chapter)