Chapter 448 The History of the Horned People

In the cave where the Horned Men are hiding, the Horned Men are making careful preparations to attack the city of Ensis.

Prepare weapons, prepare maps, prepare attack plans.

"Prepare the map? Where is the map?" Wuming heard Jiaoren's attack plan, smelled it and reached out.

With the map drawn by the locals of the Horned People, I should finally be able to stop getting lost.

Wuming asked for a map and returned to the small corner where he was recuperating, ready to identify it carefully.

When I unfolded the map, I found that the map was unexpectedly crude.

It's more like freehand than crude. Many landmarks are scrawled in the wilderness, making it difficult to identify, and the roads are not clear.

It's not much better than the map given by the Lone Prison Knight.

"Is the map of this place so rough..." Wuming murmured in a low voice, a little shocked. After a while, I realized that just because I was a local, I didn’t need to be so standardized. The landmarks and words used also tend to be based on the traditions of the local people, without taking into account Wuming, a foreigner.

"It's too closed-minded and not international. Don't you think about others at all?" Wuming was angry and drank another large bowl of scorpion soup.

Wuming now cooks three bowls of scorpion soup every day, preparing to use his tongue and eyes to decipher the scorpion soup recipe. Wuming believes in his analytical ability.

The only problem is that the scorpion soup tastes so good that I forget to analyze it every time I drink it. I drink it in one go and forget every meal. I regret it after every meal and lament that my memory is getting worse and worse.

After Wuming drank the soup, he realized that he had forgotten to analyze it again, and silently put the bowl on the ground.

A child will come to collect the dishes and chopsticks, and he will be responsible for the unknown food and daily life. The kid is also a horned person, with an inconspicuous hard horn on the back of his head and a very thin body.

The child saw Wuming put down the bowl and came over to clean it up.

Wuming looked at the bowl and suddenly realized:

"No, if there is no recipe for this soup, how is it made?"

The little horned man replied: "This is sent from Beruit, where there is a grandma who can make soup."

"Brett...where is that?" Wuming asked.

The little horned man saw the map spread out in front of Wuming. He leaned over to identify it and pointed to a location with his immature fingers.

"It's not that far." Wuming touched his chin.

Wuming was more interested in this Byrit than the distant city of Ensis, which he had no motivation to go to.

Wuming was thinking about how to sneak away to Barrett while taking advantage of the chaos, and noticed that the little horned man was holding a bowl and staring at him.

"Don't look at it kid, go about your business." Wuming waved his hand and sent the kid away.

The little horned man held the bowl, stared at Wuming, and spoke:

"Master Yongto."

"Um...oh, call me, what's wrong?" Wuming said.

"You are not a horned man, are you?" said the little horned man.

Wuming was startled and quickly released a soundproof magic between his child and the horned men in the distance who were intensely discussing how to attack Enxis City.

After soundproofing, Wuming turned to the little horned man and said:

"I'm a horned man."

Wuming is very confident: "Before I got the recipe, I was a corner person."

The little horned man stared at Wuming with his clear eyes and said nothing.

Wu Ming couldn't stand it and became discouraged:

"Well, I'm not a horned man - how can you tell?"

"You know less than me." The little horned man pointed at Wuming, "The questions you asked are all stupid."

"It's not my fault. Did I say that I wasn't a cornered person at the beginning? No one believed it." Wuming began to shift the blame, shifting the responsibility to the group of cornered people next to him, "But they didn't notice it at all. On the contrary, you, a child, saw it."

"I don't know, maybe it's because my horns are small?" The little horned man said hesitantly.

"Are the smaller the horns, the smarter?"

"The bigger the horn, the smarter it is." The Little Horn Man said, "That way you can better communicate with the gods."

"Then why are you the only one who sees it?" Wuming asked.

Wuming looked at the group of people who were obsessed with revenge and thought that maybe it was because their desire for revenge had blinded their reason.

The little horned man said: "Maybe it's because horns can lower everyone's sanity. In the past, there were practitioners with horns as big as yours, but due to improper practice, they went crazy and became disasters. Adults also say that the magic of seduction The most powerful people are those who can remain rational at all times.”

"You thought the result was caused by experience but it was actually caused by physics?" Wuming looked sideways, "Your technical route is too dangerous."

The little-horned man said: "It may be because the people in the big-horned world are focused on the wider world, so they don't pay attention to the details. For example, your mouth doesn't look like the mouth of a mythical beast, although it is quite pointed."

Wuming looked at the little horned man:

"You have good observation skills, but you found out and didn't tell anyone else? Why did you come and tell me directly?"

"I have never seen anyone like you, and I feel that you are very strange." The Little Horn Man said, "The adults are seeking revenge and cursing Messermer and his minions every day, but you seem to be unwilling to take revenge."

"I'm not a horned man, so why should I seek revenge?" Wuming said, "I don't even know that Mersemer, although I think that Mersemer is a waste."

The little horned man said: "I have also seen other people in the Land of Shadows, but they are not as leisurely as you. I have also seen the invading army from a distance, and they are not so leisurely. You are very strange."

"I'm not from the Land of Shadows," Wuming said.

The little horned man's big eyes widened and shone brightly, as if he had heard some myth.

"Beyond the Land of Shadows?" said the Little Horned Man, "What does it look like?"

Wuming approached the little horned man: "Tell me first, what's going on with Messermo? I didn't dare to ask before, for fear of being exposed."

The little horned man poked his chin with his finger and thought for a while:

"The adults say he is a hateful invader, the child of the evil woman Malika, the initiator of burning, killing and looting, and the horned people's great enemy."

"Malika's child?" Wuming frowned, "People from the Golden Tree?"

"Ah, yes, they are from the Golden Tree, and the Golden Tree is the enemy." The little horned figure seemed to suddenly remember, and added.

"Why are you just memorizing the text?" Wuming said.

"This is knowledge passed down from generation to generation by the adults." said the Little Horn Man. "Everyone says we must not forget this blood feud, and we must not forget that we were the former owners of this land."

"Daidai..." Wuming muttered, "How long has it been since this golden tree invaded you?"

"I don't know." The little horned man shook his head, "Anyway, that's what the grandparents said. They said that their grandparents also told them the same thing. I heard that there was an old lady in Barrett who lived for a long time. Alive, maybe she knows."

"So long?" Wuming said, "The people over there at the Golden Tree live longer per capita. So -"

Wuming looked at the little horned man: "After so many years, why haven't you been driven out and killed?"

In Wuming's opinion, the Horned People versus the Golden Tree was a one-sided war. If such a one-sided war continued for so many years, the Horned People would have been completely wiped out long ago. How could they still have the strength to resist?

"I don't know," said the little horned man, "but the adults often moved around, saying that too many people should not gather at one time, but should be spread out and constantly harass the invaders. This would make them tired and panicked, causing constant internal friction, and finally defeat them. them."

"The person who defeated the Golden Tree...that would be difficult." Wuming picked at the bandage.

In his impression, there were many ruthless people at the Golden Tree.

"Many uncles and aunts have never come back," said the Little Horn Man. "The adults said that they have all become guardian spirits and will protect us from victory."

Wuming thought of something and asked the little horned man:

"What about your parents?"

The little horned man shook his head: "I don't know where dad is. I was dug out of mom's punctured and burned body."

The little horned man spoke very calmly, with a pair of clear eyes, as if he was telling someone else's story. He pointed to the top of his head:

"It's a pity that my horns are not big and I can't see my mother's guardian spirit. I heard that the chosen great horned warriors can look directly into the souls and see the guardian spirits on people's heads."

The little horned man looked at Wuming curiously:

"Do I have a guardian spirit above my head?"

Wuming stared at the little horned man's head for a while and then said:

"You know I'm not a real horned warrior, right? I can't see anything. You probably have to wait until you find the real chosen horned warrior."

Wuming retracted his gaze. Near the horn of the little horned man, there were indeed tiny souls wandering and spinning around the hard horn. But it is obviously broken and shapeless, and it is more like a resentful spirit. It is full of madness and resentment, constantly gnawing at the hard corners and drilling into the brain. It really does not look like a guardian spirit.

The little horned man was a little discouraged: "The adults said that the only remaining mythical beast warriors were hidden in the tower by Malika using their shadows."

"You are still young, you still have a chance." Wuming touched the little horned man's head and wiped away the resentful spirits near the horn.

The little horned man rolled his eyes: "By the way, since you are not a horned man, do you have a name?"

"No, I'm Wuming." Wuming said, "I've forgotten my name a long time ago. What about you? You guys really don't have names?"

The little horned man said: "The adults said that now is a time of crisis, when integration is most needed. We are all horned men, there is no difference."

After saying that, the Little Horned Man looked around and whispered into Wuming's ear: "I gave myself a name, Nalim, which means river. There is a blue coast where the river flows to the south. Beautiful, very beautiful.”

"River?" Wuming was alert, "There is a river, but is there a boat?"

"It seems there is." Nalim, the Little Horned Man, recalled.

Wuming picked up the map and handed it to him: "Where?"

Nalim slid his finger on the map to identify the direction, and then pointed to a location.

That is probably the location of the Dragon Cave. It seems that if you want to go to the Blue Coast, this is the only way.

"Great job." Wuming stroked Nalim's head.

Nalim put aside the nameless dragon claw hand:

"I've answered so many of your questions, it's my turn to ask you."

"You said it." Wuming said, "We merchants will not refuse equal exchange."

Nalim said: "What does it look like outside the Land of Shadows? Is it really like what the adults said, a hell-like scene under the rule of the Golden Tree?"

Wuming raised his eyes and thought about it. The previous junction did not seem to be a good place.

"I don't know." Wuming said, "When I arrived at the border, the war had already begun to break up in the border. It was true that people everywhere were in ruins. But it's much better now, there aren't so many people fighting."

Wuming gave a thumbs up and pointed to his forehead proudly:

"I'm not bragging, I have a lot of credit for this."

Too proud, the dragon's claw on his thumb failed to hold it, broke through the bandage and stabbed straight into his forehead, spitting out a bloody arrow.

"Oh! So awesome." Nalim's eyes widened and he clapped repeatedly, "How did you do it? Then can you end the war here?"

"This..." Wuming hesitated, "I don't know the situation in Shadow Land, but I only have a part of the credit for stopping the war in the Border. The biggest reason is that after fighting for hundreds of years, everyone is tired and doesn't want to fight anymore."

Wuming looked at the Horned Man who was still studying how to take revenge in the distance:

"I don't know how many years you have been fighting."

The little Horned Man said: "The adults said that Messermo has invaded us for more than a thousand years."

"That's too exaggerated." Wuming was shocked, "It shouldn't be that long."

More than a thousand years, Wuming felt that a dynasty lasted only so long. Considering that the little Horned Man was just hearsay, Wuming thought that this might be exaggerated.

"Invasion..." Wuming suddenly had some doubts in his mind.

Wuming was very sure that there was no Shadow Land in the Border, and there was not even a trace of record, as if it did not exist in history at all.

And when he actually set foot on this land, Wuming could also feel the desolation and decline here. This is a kind of decline different from the previous border. The decline of the borderland is presented by the corrupted immortals, while here, it is presented by no one.

The group of soldiers that Wuming encountered before were the soldiers of Messermo and the black knights of Messermo mentioned by the horn people. Even so, it took a long time to meet such a group.

In other words, the golden tree invaded here, but did not occupy it. No wonder it has not squeezed the horn people to the point where they can't survive for so many years.

What is the golden tree for? What is Marika for?

Wuming always feels that something is wrong here.

After the invasion, why hide this place and not use it at all? This is too wasteful.

From the story of the little horn man Nalim, Wuming read something unusual.

Either the horn people are lying, and there is something hidden. Or Marika has a special purpose, and the invasion of the golden tree has some purpose that Wuming cannot understand at this stage.

Wuming asked the little horned man: "The golden tree invaded here, why did you hide here?"

Nalim shook his head: "I don't know, I never thought about it."

"You, you should think more." Wuming poked Nalim's horn.

Nalim covered his horn: "I thought too much. I was thinking about the outside of the border. Let's talk about the outside of the border. What does it look like outside? Are there any special products? Does the golden tree outside also torture people with fire and piercing? Or are there other means? The adults said that they would catch horned people outside and cut off our horns, bury them alive, put them in the sewer, and use torture instruments. What do the torture instruments outside look like? Are they also like curved arcs?"

Wuming frowned:

"Why are all your imaginations about the outside world punishments?"

"Are these all fake?" Nalim was surprised, "Are the adults lying to me?"

"No... I can't say it's fake." Wuming recalled, "But you can't just focus on these."

Wuming said seriously: "I tell you, the border is very large. Such a large place will be very diverse and have everything."

"For example?"

There are too many things to say, Wuming didn't know what to say for a while, and he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait." Wuming said, and began to touch his chest.

The sharp dragon claws pierced into the chest and entered the cavity.

After a moment, Wuming took out a crystal from his chest.

"Hehe, this is a promotional video of our caravan." Wuming said, "It shows our products in all directions. Although it may not allow you to see the scenery of the entire border area, it is enough for you to see the products of the entire border area, and it also shows the origin of some products, which should allow you to see more."

"Oh!" Nalim got excited, grabbed the crystal, put his eyes in front of the crystal, admired it, and exclaimed from time to time.

"Don't let others see it." Wuming reminded him, "At least don't expose it to me before I get the recipe for scorpion soup, otherwise it will ruin my good deeds."

Nalim couldn't speak anymore, but just nodded subconsciously.