Chapter 451: Master Dawei and Negotiation

Wuming walked out of the sighing prison with some emotion.

He now somewhat believes what the Horned Man said, that the invasion of the Golden Tree has lasted for more than a thousand years.

The Horned Man was able to do such a thing as refining the living pot of the Malika tribe, probably only before Malika became a god. Malika's golden tree has indeed lasted for more than a thousand years.

It is indeed the prehistoric era before the development of civilization. Even after a thousand years, the intensity of the battles here is still stronger than the Shattered War. Full of original flavor.

"Oh, that's not easy to do." Wuming sighed.

"Alas, a living pot, alas, a man-made furnace." A new sigh sounded, as if echoing the nameless sigh.

Wuming looked over and saw an almost naked man squatting next to the iron cages outside the prison. There were a lot of broken pieces of flesh and blood stains there.

Next to the blood stains, there were many bright red flowers blooming.

Those bright red flowers seemed to be paying homage to the horror and blood buried deep underground.

Wuming approached the man and found that there were no horns on his head. He has a bald head and a round birthmark.

Just as he was hesitating whether to change his image, the man inadvertently looked up and saw Wuming.

"Oh, Lord Horned Warrior." The man looked a little frightened, "I am the Weihu Master who is here to deal with the prisoners."

The voice was filled with fear, but these fearful words also showed a sense of belonging, as if the two of them belonged to the same camp.

Judging from this man's tone, he seems to be a cornered person as well.

"Weihu Master?" Wuming looked at the man's palm.

The palms are covered with calluses, which are used to hold the knife.

In fact, the man did carry a large knife on his back, which was as tall as a person, much like Anastasia's dismembering kitchen knife.

"Are you...really a pot master?" Wuming said, "I don't look like you."

Wuming remembers clearly that the pot master needs smooth hands.

Because of this, he failed to become a pot master.

When Wuming said this, the naked man opposite seemed even more frightened and fell to his knees:

"It's absolutely true. Look at my knife. Only a Weihu master can maintain it so well."

The naked man took the big knife from his back and presented it to Wuming.

The blade is indeed sharpened and can easily cut bones and flesh at a glance.

But Wuming felt that there was no bloody smell on the blade, and there was no broken soul attached to the blade.

Wuming looked at the blade with some doubts.

"What does the Weihu Master use the knife for?" Wuming was curious.

He didn't remember Diaros ever using a knife. He usually used his hands, or if not, a file and sandpaper.

As soon as this question came out, the naked man opposite was also stunned.

The man looked at Wuming hesitantly:

"You are not a horned warrior, are you? You are not even a citizen of the tower."

"Who are the people of the tower?" Wuming asked.

The man was relieved: "As expected, we are not the people of the tower. The people of the tower are the horned people."

He looked at Wuming's figure:

"The figure is not similar either. The Horned Warrior is not as skinny as you."

"Why are you hornless guys so sharp?" Wuming was surprised, "You're quite smart."

Realizing that Wuming was not a horny man, the man relaxed instead, and his original posture of kneeling respectfully changed to sitting down leisurely:

"I don't know why you disguised yourself as a Horned Man, but in the Land of Shadows, this is not a good idea. Mersemer's soldiers are hunting Horned Men and hunting for filth. They will not ask you about your true identity."

Wuming looked at the man's relaxed posture and said:

"You don't seem to care that I'm pretending to be a horned man."

"Me? I don't have the right to care, right?" The man smiled, "After all, I am a traitor."

"Traitor? A traitor to the Horned Man?" Wuming asked, "Since everyone has been exposed, let's be honest. Who are you?"

"I'm the Weihu Master." The man said, "I'm the one who maintains the big pot. I'm sure it's true and I'm not lying to you. If you are really a horny person, you should believe me when you look at my clothes."

"Really a pot master?" Wuming said, "Then what are you doing with such a big knife? Scratching putty?"

"It's used for cutting people." Dawei Pot Master said, "The human body's muscles and bones are very tough and cannot be crushed without a sharp knife."

Wuming opened his mouth, thinking of the pots in the prison, he felt like he understood something.

Dawei Pot Master said slowly with a gloomy face:

"The job of the Pot Master is to crush the bodies of sinners, whip the bodies of wizards, fuse them and fill them into the pot."

"It's really like that." Wuming's suspicion was confirmed, and he raised his forehead and was speechless.

The Weihu masters here are not the same thing as the Weihu masters in the border area, and they do different jobs.

Wuming asked: "Then who is the traitor you are talking about?"

Master Dawei said: "It seems that you really don't know anything about it. If you pretend to be a cornered person, it will be easy to expose your secrets."

Dawei Pot Master thought for a while and thought about where to start:

"You know Pawnee Village, right?"

"have no idea."

“That’s the hometown of us Weihu Masters,” said the Great Weihu Master. “We make big pots there, process the bodies of sinners, whip shamans, and make artificial furnaces. In this ceremony, we complete the worship of gods. "

Dawei Pot Master pointed at himself: "I ran away."

"Why?" Wuming asked.

"Maybe it's because I'm not mature enough." Dawei Hu Master said, "Those cruel businesses... the cries of sinners before they die, the screams of wizards..."

Master Dawei said: "Even if I wear a caterpillar mask day and night to suppress my distracting thoughts, it is difficult for me not to think about those things. My mind is captured, and I will think of the bloody scene in my dreams, and when I wake up I will Vomit."

The Dawei Pot Master pointed to his bald and hornless head:

"Maybe it's a physical problem. The caterpillar mask can't maintain my consciousness, and people who are confused can't do that kind of livelihood - I already feel disgusted with that cruel livelihood from the bottom of my heart. If I continue like this, I will go crazy. ”

Dawei Pot Master glanced at the prison entrance behind Wuming:

"Have you seen those witches before?"

Wuming nodded.

"Witches, aren't they beautiful?" said the Great Wei Pot Master.

"She looks quite traditional, with a human face." Wuming nodded, "The witch I used to have is similar."

Master Dawei said: "They are uniquely favored and the best carriers of man-made furnaces. Looking at them, you can't help but wonder whether what you did is wrong. Don't use spells to maintain consciousness, listen to It is said that some pot masters were even tempted to fall in love with them and let them go, but it is said that only a few succeeded, and the others failed and were captured and chopped into pieces, and they were integrated with their favorite wizards forever."

"Do you want to do this even if you use props to interfere with your consciousness?" Wuming said, "How much hatred is there?"

"I don't know, the priests have their own considerations." Dawei Pot Master said, "We are only responsible for dismembering people and making pots. Witches are much more important than us, so I am just escaping alone. The sin is not big, and I won't Being hunted."

"But I have only been able to make pots since I was a child. After I escaped, I didn't have any skills. I could only think of ways to make pots from Wei pots." The big Wei pot master picked a flower and said, "Now I have turned to using materials to make pots."

After listening to the self-narration of the Dawei pot master, Wuming thought of the sigher in the prison again.

Even my own people think it's cruel, so how did this kind of industry come to be?

Wuming was puzzled: "It sounds like there is no market at all."

Dawei Pot Master blocked his ears: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything. I don't want to recall that kind of thing anymore."

Dawei Pot Master blocked his ears for a while, raised his head and asked:

"Are those witches still in the prison?"

Wuming nodded: "Yes."

Wuming had dealt with several live pots, but he ignored most of them. This unusual situation that he didn't understand made him decide to learn more about it before making plans.

Dawei Pot Master took a few steps to the side and took out a pocket net. There are many large cracked pots inside.

Dawei Pot Master took out one and gave it to Wuming:

"This is a pot I made. Give one to you as a gift."

Wuming looked at the pot holding half of his body and glanced sideways for a moment:

"Big enough."

Master Dawei said: "These are big burning stove pots, which have the power to make people rest."

"What does rest mean?" Wuming asked.

"Death." The Great Weihu Master said, "For example, wizards are very tenacious and will not die easily. The swirling flames can melt the soul, which can free those wizards from torture."

"Are you going to kill those pots?" Wuming asked.

The Dawei Pot Master did not admit it and seemed a little hesitant:

"Only death can make them calm now. But... I don't know if this is a good thing. After all, it is burning the soul, irreversible death, which is a serious crime..."

"The Horned Man is very similar to the Golden Tree in this way." Wuming rolled his eyes, "The flames are so good, why did they provoke you."

Dawei Pot Master smiled mockingly:

"In my hometown, such a flame is more taboo than anyone else. Possessing such a flame is a felony. But after I made such a pot, I feel... it is not as sinful as my previous livelihood."

Wuming looked at the Dawei pot master with some hesitation:

"Since you are hesitating, let's think about it again."

"Don't you agree with me killing them?" Dawei Hu Master said, "Even if you see such a tragic situation?"

"Do you want to listen to my true thoughts?" Wuming said, "It's just... not bad. There are many people like this in our hometown, and they are also trying to live. So maybe they still want to live?"

"perhaps?"

"I think they are all crazy." Wuming said, "I can't see what they are thinking."

"They're all crazy." Dawei Pot Master said.

"Isn't it easier to be crazy?" Wuming said, "It's like a self-protection mechanism."

When the Dawei Pot Master heard what Wuming said, he didn't know how to refute.

"But I won't stop you. This is what you want to do." Wuming said, "But you have to be careful. Many witches have come out and are a bit aggressive. And the road inside is very narrow and winding. The pot is not easy to use, so be careful."

Wuming tossed the big pot and waved goodbye to the Dawei pot master.

He took two steps and then stepped back, feeling a little embarrassed:

"By the way, do you know how to get to Beruite from here? I fell from the cliff and don't know how to get back."

"Town of Towers?" Dawei Hu Master said, "That's a bit far, so far that I don't know how to give directions."

Hitting another wall, Wuming left melancholy.

There were red flowers all over the ground, and seeing an unfamiliar sight before him, Wuming couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Strange maps, strange flowers, Wuming put his hands behind his back and sighed:

"Oh, how should I go back?"

Taking two steps forward, Wuming saw many tomb-guarding birds again.

There are grave-guarding birds everywhere, and there is no shortage of them. However, previous failed experiences have proven that this thing is not easy to ride. Whether it is power or handling, they are far behind and not practical.

A strange golem, a strange tombstone, and another sigh:

"Alas, Barrett, this is the hometown I have never met. How should I return to your warm and sweet... dark and thick... embrace that can heal and increase defense."

He couldn't help but remember that when he first woke up at the junction, he was so dazed, confused and at a loss. Helpless like a baby that has been hungry for three days.

Wuming sighed melancholy: "I think back then, I was high-spirited, full of friends, and earned runes all over the world. Now, I am alone, living in the shadows, with no roof above me, no place to stand below, no money, no relatives, what should I do? No matter what, how can I live..."

Just as he was sighing, a big bird flew down.

Skull head, spiritual fire wings, holding a hook, covered in bones, horrifying.

As if hearing the nameless lament, the winged messenger descended to greet him and led him to death.

The prehistoric messenger of death, the keeper of the spiritual fire, the lord of the tomb birds, the death ritual bird.

Wuming smiled.

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In the city of Ensis, under the leadership of a Calian knight, Pachi and others entered the city of Ensis.

Along the way, they saw the atmosphere in Ensis.

It's... pretty decadent here.

There was no chill or terror as imagined. Except for the doubts and hatred cast by the soldiers and knights along the way, there was more of a decadent atmosphere.

Many soldiers were sitting there in a daze, with wine vessels placed next to them. The soldiers gathered together in twos and threes, playing small games with unknown rules, but they seemed to be just to pass the idle time, and they were still lifeless.

The Black Knights are better off, but they still remain quite solemn and quiet in the city. It's hard to say what their mood is under their helmets.

In the city lord's room, Greg went out to greet them.

"Good job," Patch said.

Greg was obviously very proud: "I used to recite the genealogy every day in Stone City, hoping that my ancestors would take a look at me, but now it finally works. Messemer, who is followed by the Lord Leilana, is my uncle."

"Are they a couple?" Patch asked.

"No." Greg kept it secret and lowered his voice, "Just because it's not, that's why... you understand?"

Patch glanced at Tanis and nodded understandingly.

Greg opened the door. Inside, Leilana was waiting.

Even when receiving guests, Lelana did not take off her armor, but only took off her helmet.

The slim-fitting and detailed armor made of silver and iron is decorated with blue lapis lazuli, which symbolizes the color of Callia. It outlines Lelana's slenderness and tallness, showing the elegance and nobility of her birth from the royal family of Callia.

There is a sword on each waist. The blue hilt of the right sword is inlaid with blue pyroxene, and the red hilt of the left hand is engraved with golden flames.

Her long black hair, like the full moon, was tied into a bunch behind her back, looking smart and sassy.

The double moon design on both sides of the helmet in her hand is the moon she realized with the Full Moon Queen Lenora.

Although she is not as good as the Queen of the Full Moon, her younger sister is still quite tall and can be quite oppressive when standing in front of everyone.

With other people's height, they can only look up at the double moon.

"Ms. Leilana." Roger stepped forward and greeted her with the court etiquette of Calia.

"No need to be polite." Leilana said straight to the point, "I heard that you are here to find someone?"

Leda stepped forward: "Yes, we are a... caravan."

Leda paused awkwardly and continued: "The owner of the caravan strayed into the Shadow Land. We came here to look for him. We hope to use your power. We also hope to stay here temporarily."

"We are an army, do you understand?" Leilana's voice was a little cold, with the chill of the moon.

"I just hope you can post the portraits along the way and pay attention." Leda said, "Ms. Michaela is willing to pay a very generous reward."

Hearing this, Leilana stared at Leda for a long time before saying:

"To be honest, I don't want to believe you. If it weren't for Xiao Ge who is indeed a member of the Golden Clan, I would have thought you were here to entertain me. Putting these two things together, Malika's godly child and the big caravan, I It’s unimaginable.”

"It's hard for me to imagine! How could Sir Michaela fall in love with this caravan?" Leda blurted out. After speaking, she looked at the teammates next to her awkwardly and offered the golden needle, "But it is true. I am the Knight of the Golden Needle. Swear in the name.”

Leilana did not accept the golden needle:

"Your oath is worthless to me. What does it have to do with me, Michaela? I don't need his reward."

Leda was in disbelief: "But this is what Lady Michaela wants."

"He wants me to help him? Is he some kind of willful child? Or some kind of king who insists on one thing?" Lelana said, "This reason cannot convince me."

Leda was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to reply.

There was no such thing as rejecting Mikaela in her dictionary, and she never considered the possibility that others would reject Mikaela.

"How about just passing the time?" Patch said, "I think your soldiers are quite bored."

Leilana looked at Patch: "I thought you were their pet."

Patch smiled: "Actually, I am the team leader."

"Chief, why didn't you talk to me at the beginning?" Lelana said, "Contempt, or be wary?"

"Be careful," Patch said. "After all, my image will probably not be popular here."

Leilana agreed: "If it weren't for Xiaoge's guarantee, you would probably be burned as a corrupt relative."

Patch smiled and continued: "It's also contempt. Originally, I didn't want to talk to you."

"Oh?" Leilana narrowed her eyes, with a playful smile on her face, looking a little more dangerous.

"I despise the behavior of your subordinates. Naturally, I also despise their boss." Patch said, "I originally asked Leda to negotiate because I was too lazy to talk. But I just talked with Greg and found out You still have some communication value, so you changed your mind temporarily."

"You're so arrogant, Spider," Lelana said. "What's your name?"

"Patch." Patch said, "One of the owners of the caravan. I hope to make a deal with you, let us live here, and you can help us find Wuming."

"What do you want to give?" Lelana said, "A wealth that I can't refuse? Let me remind you first that I was once the princess of Kallia, and I gave up my position as a princess to come here."

"Of course we are aware of Kallia's wealth, and we have a lot of cooperation with the Queen of the Full Moon." Patch said, "I will make an offer you can't refuse - Michaela's reward."

Lelana said: "I can't hear any difference between the terms you offered and the terms offered by that lady."

Patch smiled slightly: "You still don't know what Michaela does, right?"

"I only heard that he was Malika's youngest son." Reilana said, "When I came to the Land of Shadows, he didn't have much reputation."

"That guy is a man of God, and the law...is related to love." Patch said, "That guy is good at love."

Leila Na was stuck for a moment, and her hands were wrapped in braids subconsciously:

"What do you want to say?"

"You like Mersemer, right?" Patch smiled evilly, rubbing his two spider legs together, "Imagine that Michaela is a divine man who uses love to communicate with the gods, and he personally gives you a master class. Teach you how to pick up men. Then Messermo can be easily captured?"

"You're so bold!" Before Lelana could say anything, the Calia knight who had brought Patch and others shouted loudly. It turned out to be a heroine. Although she was clear, she was full of energy.

The Calian knight pulled out the huge knight sword:

"What are you talking about? You actually spoke rudely to Lady Lelana and Lady Messermer!"

Patch was not afraid and smiled confidently.

"Mulitir." Lelana called softly, asking the Calian knight to stop attacking.

Mulitir put away her giant sword and stood solemnly beside her, giving Leilana her sight.

Leilana stared at Patch and the others silently, a beautiful smile suddenly appeared on her face, as pale as the moon.

She nodded to Patch, lightly opened her red lips, and said:

"Get into the dungeon."

"Huh?" Pachi, who was smiling confidently, was stunned. Before he could react, he had already kicked one of his eight legs and was carried out.