Heritage foundry

Chapter 26 Border Line

Zhou Mo didn't know that the Wolf King, who had met once in the wilderness bar, was now walking the path he had walked.

The battlefield where Zhou Mo killed fifteen old soldiers, the Wolf King stopped and inspected it carefully.

"A military formation killing method that I have never seen before, with an epee, the sword breaks the sound barrier quickly, domineering and fierce, killing people in the blink of an eye!"

After the wolf king came to such a conclusion, he took another look at the [-]-meter-wide grassland with traces of blood mist on the blades of grass. The wolf king knew that this was bombarding the human body with heavy weapons. The fighting field can only be generated after the blood mist.

Following the traces that Zhou Mo had walked all the way, a journey of twenty miles was nothing to the life of the black iron class. The wolf king soon came to the battlefield where three hundred veterans intercepted and killed Zhou Mo with an army formation.

Unlike before, the corpses of 300 veterans were still lying on the grassland, and the blood of [-] people flowed into a complicated blood network. The wolf king walked around, constantly restoring the battle that took place here based on all traces.

"Here, take off!" The wolf king stroked the slightly sunken grass.

I searched the vicinity for a long time, but found no trace of someone falling from a height.

"Leave no marks on the ground, master." The wolf king secretly praised in his heart.

Although there was no trace of Zhou Mo landing from the air, it did not prevent the wolf king from finding the position where Zhou Mo swung his first sword.

"It turned out to be directly in the center of the army formation. It is really bold, but it is also effective. The imperial army formation has been tempered and almost invulnerable from the outside, but if it blossoms inside, it will be much easier to handle!"

I wiped it on a blade of grass with my finger, and the belly of my finger was stained with a layer of blood red.

"The epee is still used here, and it should have killed at least four people before it hit the ground." It is not difficult for the wolf king to imagine Zhou Mo holding the epee and falling from the sky. A picture of blood fog.

"The Wilderness Frontier Legion hasn't been on the battlefield for almost ten years. It takes time to recover bloody courage. I was frightened all of a sudden. I must have been stunned for a moment. But it's a pity that the black-haired boy is also a novice and didn't seize this opportunity."

The wolf king shook his head and sighed slightly.

"The epee was thrown here, and the people were turned into blood mist. It's really violent!"

The wolf king sighed, and then found something was wrong, so he re-examined.

"That's how it is. Use the blood mist to cover your sight. After all, it takes time to switch between the scouts and bully into a certain distance. Wait for the person on the opposite side to remind you, and then the person whose sight is blocked by the blood mist will react. It's enough for the black-haired boy to use it." ,clever!"

The wolf king looked at the knife marks on the spearmen's heads one by one, then shook his head in admiration.

"Butterfly Kissing Flowers, originally a killing style used to fight for life, was used by this kid as a method of slaughter, but being able to stay in the air for such a long time, this physical quality is rare in black iron!"

After thinking about it, only with the power of the long spear stabbed by the spearman, you can walk out of a large circle in the air, and you must continue to perform precise knife skills. Doing so requires balance, eyesight, and physical strength to turn and dodge in the air. Wang only felt terrified, it was him, he might be able to do it in normal performances, but if he did it when he was desperate, he would be courting death.

Standing where Zhou Mo once stood, imagining the situation when Zhou Mo was fighting.

"Before the swords and guns wandering around could react, all the spearmen were harvested. It seems that the scene at that time must be very beautiful and strange. Yes, the butterfly kisses the flower, which is beautiful!"

"Then, the black-haired boy is standing here, not too close to the wandering soldiers!"

"It moved and walked very steadily. The black-haired boy not only has a good drink, but also has a first-class mental quality!"

The wolf king opened his eyes, switched sides, and stood on the side of the wandering soldiers.

"Hey! The pace on the battlefield is short, the frequency of fast steps, the people of the Border Legion are not too wasteful, and they finally woke up."

The Wolf King curled his lips, as if he had some disdain for the people of the Frontier Legion, and stood on Zhou Mo's side again.

"Throwing the epee, the burden on the body has been greatly reduced, and it has become more flexible, or it has changed the way of killing."

"Tsk tsk, the knife is deadly, every step is startling, just after using the butterfly to kiss the flower, I used the flower between the butterflies again, using the two swords as the butterfly, life as the flower, there is no hesitation in the strike, you are a ruthless person!"

At this time, the wolf king was already standing where Zhou Mo put away his knife, and seeing the slight marks left by Zhou Mo on the grass, the wolf king curled his lips again.

"I'm a novice after all. I can bear it after killing [-] people, but I can't suppress the instinctive reaction of life if I kill [-] people. If there is a scout hiding here, it will kill you when you retch, tsk tsk! It's a pity! The Frontier Legion is too stingy, how can they send a scout to deal with someone like the black-haired boy?"

Standing where Zhou Mo had retched, the wolf king looked at the grass.

"Is this the trace of the butterfly powder?"

The wolf king walked along the trace left by Zhou Mo for a while.

"It's strange, it's really strange. The sword technique can be practiced hard, but this method of tracking and tracking can't be practiced without a veteran who has practiced it a hundred and eighty times. Where is this black-haired boy? A monster emerging?"

This wolf king, who has been out of the army for many years, saw that Zhou Mo used a knife to kill people in exactly the same way as him, so he became curious and came to watch the excitement, but the more he watched, the more curious he became. After a few decades, he is more like him than his good daughter who has obtained his true biography. If his comrades in the past saw it, they would definitely think that he made the vote!

Returning to the place where the butterfly powder scout was killed, the wolf king rubbed his head, feeling a little confused.

"Could it be that I left seeds outside back then? Did the people from the legion wash my memory?"

The wolf king rubbed the back of his head, puzzled. It's no wonder that the wolf king was confused. Who would have thought that there is such a magical ability in this world to manifest experience?

At this time, Zhou Mo has come to the border of the wasteland of the empire. Unlike what Zhou Mo imagined, there is no towering and mountain-like city wall, nor is there a regiment with gold and iron armor and a neat military appearance.

Not even a boundary marker marking the territory of the empire was seen. There was only a golden wheat field that could not be seen at a glance.

The border of the empire turned out to be the line between crops and weeds.

Zhou Mo smiled. This border line is really obscure and clear, low-key but full of boundless arrogance.

The weeds that no one cares about, the crops that are carefully tidied up, the dividing line between the two, used to separate barrenness and civilization, is really just right.

It seems that there is not even a boundary marker, but it implies that where the crops of the empire are planted is the territory of the empire. This kind of domineering hidden in the bones made Zhou Mo immediately have a good impression of the Otto Empire.

Zhou Mo, covered in blood, just stood on the border of the empire, smiling in admiration, comprehending the unique sense of humor of the sage who thought of using this method to divide the border of the empire so many years ago.

Walking along the furrows of the wheat field, towards the depths of the endless sea of ​​wheat, the smell of wheat bursts, and the smell in the crop field induces the nostalgia for the land deep in Zhou Mo's blood.

Crops, the most powerful proof of civilization, saved Zhou Mo from being slaughtered all the way.

The foundation of the growth of human life, the origin of civilization, gradually washed away the desolation and wildness that Zhou Mo had contaminated in the sunset town and the wilderness.

Suddenly, from somewhere in the wheat field, the old farmer's pleasant singing came out.

"It's a bumper harvest year, what a bumper harvest year..."

Just this one sentence, just such a barbaric country tune, completely rescued Zhou Mo from the wilderness and killing in one fell swoop.

Wiping off the remaining blood on his hands vigorously on the clothes, and gently stroking the plump ears of wheat, Zhou Mo showed a silly and big smile on his face.

"Harvest year, good, good!"

(End of this chapter)