Heritage foundry

Chapter 15
As Lamas Otto walked deeper into the wilderness, he felt more and more desolate, life was gradually diminishing, and even the cicadas and birdsong were gradually murmuring.

Pushing aside the last layer of grass, Zhou Mo couldn't help but want to admire, what a big lake, as clear as a precious diamond embedded in the grassland.

There was a rough thatched hut by the lake, and the people inside seemed to sense something. The two of them just got out of the bushes when a slender figure wrapped in a black robe walked out of the hut and looked into the distance.

Those pure black eyes, even though they were separated by a long distance, made Zhou Mo's mind flutter.

If we say that Ruiwen Nalong's green pupils are like a clear lake, pure and cold, then these black eyes are like the sea waves under the night, with infinite charm and charming depth.

With a glimpse, the woman in the black robe and black eyes pulled up her hood to hide her eyes.

"You wait here, you are not allowed to come without an order."

Then Ramas Otto's footsteps clearly showed urgency and desire, and he walked quickly towards the thatched hut and the woman waiting in front of the thatched hut.

Zhou Mo stood outside the grass, his ears moved slightly, and Lamas's obviously lowered voice was heard by him.

"A pure-blooded Aryan is the same as you Yun, and this kid seems to have awakened his bloodline ability. His ancestors should have a high status and won't humiliate you."

After hearing this sentence, Zhou Mo saw that the woman in the black robe and black eyes seemed to make some kind of gesture, and the red-gold fighting spirit on Lamas' body flashed away, and there was no sound from the following conversation.

However, this sentence is enough, Zhou Mo finally knows why Lamas chose him.

"A pure-blooded Yalan man, that woman also has black eyes, so she has to be a yellow race with black hair and black eyes? When it comes to blood, Lamas's evil blood nourishing method has a method of extracting human blood. If you use it the other way around ..."

Zhou Mo shuddered, the coldness appeared in his eyes, and the killing intent in his heart grew stronger. He looked back at the four desolate beasts, and said to himself, if you want me to die, don't blame me for not letting you live!
One day and one night, Lamas Otto didn't come over. Zhou Mo didn't dare to walk around without an order, so he could only wait here. Hunger and thirst made Zhou Mo a little weak.

Suddenly, footsteps came from that thatched cottage, and Zhou Mo's heart skipped a beat, knowing that time was running out.

A black-brown flower cluster fell out of Zhou Mo's sleeve, and when he bent over, a dark golden grass stalk fell from his neckline. The moment he lifted his foot, a stone with greasy luster rolled out, and his fingers moved slightly. The red earthworm, which was the length of a jumping thumb, was bounced to the mouth of the prairie golden mouse.

Lamas Otto came over, glanced at Zhou Mo who was a little pale, and then sized up the four small animals behind Zhou Mo who were looking down for food.

Zhou Mo stood there expressionless, trying his best to maintain a steady breathing, restraining his heart that wanted to beat wildly.

After watching for a while, Lamas Otto turned around and left, but Zhou Mo didn't even dare to breathe loudly. From now on, until Lamas Otto turned into a pool of dirty blood in front of him, Zhou Mo would always Walking on the steel wire at an altitude of [-] meters, if you don't pay attention, you will be smashed to pieces.

Lamas Otto, who came out of the thatched hut again, changed his outfit. The original animal skin was replaced by a dark red ferocious battle armor.

The full-body armor, whose eyes were covered by transparent gemstones, was extremely flexible and delicate, and it didn't even make any sound when Lamas Otto turned around.

Lamas Otto, who was wearing a dark red armor, walked up to Zhou Mo and ordered:

"Stand aside!"

There was a faint pain between his eyebrows, Zhou Mo immediately took a few steps to the left, revealing the four small animals behind him.

Lamas Otto waved his hand, and the red-gold fighting spirit rolled up the four desolate beasts and restrained them in front of him. Then he turned his eyes to the thatched cottage, moved his lips but did not make any sound.

The woman in black robe and black eyes walked out of the hut, nodded to Lamas Otto, and then swept Zhou Mo with her black eyes, but her eyes seemed to be appreciating the goods.

At this time, Zhou Mo didn't care about the woman's gaze that made him very uncomfortable, but focused on observing the woman's strength, which involved whether he would enter the wolf's den again after escaping from the tiger's mouth.

The woman in the black robe and black eyes turned around and walked to the lake, raising her hands, as if embracing the sky.

The whispering sound, mixed with the sound of wind, water, and grass blades rubbing against each other, merged with the entire grassland and lake, as if the heaven and earth were singing.

The unfamiliar language is not the English-like pronunciation of this world, but more similar to Zhou Mo's hometown, the language with perfect accents. Unfortunately, the world is different after all, and Zhou Mo can't understand what the whispering voice is saying.

As the murmur grew louder, the wind became more urgent, and the sound of the water became brighter, with little ripples rippling from the calm lake.

Zhou Mo drove far away, and in the center of the huge lake, there was actually a small island rising gradually.

Lamas Otto began to move. He stretched out his right hand and stretched his right palm to the sky. Then he squeezed it violently, and the four desolate beasts were instantly blown into a bloody mist.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned his fist into a claw, covered the blood mist from a distance, and made a slight retraction movement. The blood mist in the sky seemed to come alive, turning into countless tiny blood snakes, from every one of the dark red armor The gap got in.

Zhou Mo could no longer restrain the violent beating of his heart, and his breathing also became rapid at the same time, success or failure, this is all in one fell swoop!
There were no screams or muffled sounds, and the dark red armor covered everything.

Zhou Mo began to panic, obviously it was only a few breaths, but it felt like a long time.

Suddenly, a slight explosion came from the dark red battle armor, and then tiny blood flowed out from the gap of the battle armor.

At the same time, the feeling of always faint swelling in Zhou Mo's forehead disappeared.

With a burst of stature, Zhou Mo was already behind the dark red armor, and then kicked explosively, and the dark red armor flew up, performing a posture of flattening the sand and falling geese with the buttocks backward.

As soon as the battle armor fell, a large amount of stinky blood flowed out. Wherever the blood flowed, the grass would die, Zhou Mo hurriedly avoided.

The woman in black robe and black eyes who was still reciting the mantra by the lake sensed something was wrong, the gaze that had been guarding behind her disappeared, and even the familiar aura that could no longer be familiar disappeared instantly in her perception.

The murmur that seemed to come from this piece of heaven and earth instantly turned into a furious roar, and the small island that was still floating upwards in the center of the lake stopped and slowly descended.

The woman in the black robe and black eyes turned around suddenly, those black eyes were wrapped in blood at this time, looking at Zhou Mo like a ghost chasing after a soul.

Zhou Mo, who had already eliminated the greatest threat without a sound, reappeared the wanton and unruly smell on his body, raised his brows, and looked at the woman in black provocatively.

The woman in black robe saw the fallen dark red battle armor and the smelly blood flowing out of the battle armor.

The voice that reverberated throughout the world disappeared in an instant, and the black-robed woman's figure was like lightning, and within a few ups and downs, she came to the side of the dark red armor.

"Lamas, Lamas, Lamas..."

Calling that name over and over again, from the initial sensuality, as if annoyed by the dwarf who abandoned her, to the final whisper of nostalgia, the final farewell to her lover.

Gently took off the helmet of the dark red battle armor, it was empty, only the dirty blood that hadn't flowed out remained.

"Ah!!!!" The woman's wailing turned the vast grassland into a gloomy hell.

Turning his head suddenly, Zhou Mo could no longer see the woman's black pupils clearly. Those huge eyes, which must have been extremely beautiful, were now ferocious like ghosts, wrapped in blood and tears. Looking at Zhou Mo, he seemed to be chasing after his soul.

Zhou Mo frowned, he felt a little pity for a woman with such deep affection.

"This girl, if he wants to kill me, I will kill him. I am superior in skills, and he is not considered an unjust death. If you want to take revenge, I will wait here. Such grief, but it will be useless!"

The woman looked at Zhou Mo ferociously for a while, and then spoke. The beautiful voice that was one with heaven and earth when she was whispering was gone, and it was as dry and old as rotten wood.

"If he dies, I will die too. Wouldn't I take advantage of your wishes?"

As she said that, the woman raised a hood. Everyone said that white hair and a beautiful face are a tragedy in the world. Today, Zhou Mo saw what old black hair is.

Zhou Mo originally thought that a woman with such a pair of beautiful eyes must be a beauty with a world-renowned face, but he didn't expect to see such an old and dry face, but only had beautiful long black hair.

"Sixty years ago, the slaves promised the king, and 60 years later, the king will live up to the slaves, and the slaves will go with the king in hell."

The woman leaned on her husband's battle armor, quietly waiting for the man who has spoiled her and loved him for 60 years to take her to the world again.

Zhou Mo's heart seemed to be hit by something, and he strode forward, and just before the woman's life passed away, he caught a strand of black hair blown up by the wind.

A group of experience lights with a strange black light was copied in Zhou Mo's life field.

A love has passed away, but their stories must always be left behind.

Zhou Mo, think so.

(End of this chapter)