The Face Changing Warrior

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

The few tribes most dare not object under Wuya's suppression, but Roddy was uncomfortable sitting there feeling the hostile gaze around him.

At noon, according to the customs of the mountain people, a grand banquet was held to entertain guests from afar. In the largest clearing in the valley, countless mountain treasures and game were laid out.

Although the food of the mountain people is abundant, the cooking is very simple. No matter what the game is, all are roasted, and some are sprinkled with peculiar spices. Roddy ate for a while and saw people from several other tribes looking at him maliciously. Sure enough, not long after, people from those tribes came over with huge wine bottles.

Since the chiefs are not allowed to trouble the two empires, can they be drunk?

The mountain girls used all kinds of strange percussion instruments made of earth to make rhythmic sounds. Some fur-clad mountain people stood in the middle hand in hand and beat back and forth. Some of them held a roasted deer leg in one hand, and some held it. A wine jar. Everyone is full of excitement and drunkenness.

Seeing these people standing in front of him shouting and shouting, Roddy smiled bitterly and looked at Wuya, only to find that Wuya, who was sitting in the chief's position, did not know when he had left.

Roddy sighed and pushed Rand out. I had a good time to sit aside and admire the strange dances of those mountain people. Rand was huge in stature and had an outstanding drinking capacity. He drank more than a dozen bottles of wine in one breath, but he was still calm and calm after only shaking. Roddy was secretly surprised-he had tasted this mountain man's wine just now. In his opinion, the liquid made from these wild fruits is sour, bitter, and spicy, and it is really awful to drink.

After a glance, Roddy quietly left his seat, taking advantage of the chaos.

There is hardly any guard in the tribe of the mountain people. At this time, because of the feast in the tribe, most people went to carnivals. There are very few people in other places in the village of the tribe. It's just that Roddy is a foreigner at first sight. Someone pointed.

Unknowingly, I walked to a few wooden houses with vertical chimneys I had seen in the past few days. Only hearing the clanging inside, Roddy's heart moved, and he became curious about the way the mountain man made weapons and couldn't help but walk in.

The doors and windows of these wooden houses are very large and ventilate. But after I walked in, I still felt a rush of heat.

There was no light in the room, but a huge stove in the middle of it burst out from time to time. Two or three bare-chested mountain men were beating with various pliers and hammers in their hands, and beside them were a row of various weapons that had already taken shape.

Roddy smiled, feeling that there is no difference between this place and the smithy in the imperial city.

The few mountain people saw him walking in, and they didn't have any strange reactions, they were all working attentively. One of them put down the hammer in his hand, walked over, looked at Roddy twice, and suddenly said loudly in the language of the Empire: "You, weapons, want?"

Roddy was stunned for a moment: "Will you say our words?"

The mountain man said loudly: "Sometimes, I buy things, go to your place, and learn!" After speaking, he grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

Since entering the mountain, Roddy has never seen a mountain man who is so friendly to him. Other mountain people see his eyes full of hostility, and the mountain blacksmith seems to be very kind to him, which makes Roddy feel more in his heart. A bit of a good impression.

He smiled, picked up a long knife on the shelf, and looked at the blacksmith with questioning eyes.

The blacksmith smiled and said loudly, "This, a good knife! You want two wolf skins!"

Roddy nodded, knowing that the mountain tribes were backward, and most of the things bought and sold were exchanged for things, and there was no such thing as currency.

He waved the long knife in his hand at random, looked at the blade again, and felt it was sharp, and smiled: "Your knife is good!"

The mountain blacksmith immediately became proud and said, "There is the best iron ore in the mountains! The iron ore in Ziye City was bought from us, not the best!"

Roddy looked at the knife in his hand and said, "Anything else?" After a pause, he said, "Better?"

The blacksmith smiled and said, "Yes, that's for the warriors!"

The blacksmith led Roddy into another wooden house next to him. There was no one in the room. There were several long curved bows on the shelf. Roddy picked it up and tried it, then grabbed a handful of strange shapes. Dagger said with a smile: "Do your people also use swords?"

"Sold it to someone outside the mountain." The blacksmith took the dagger from Roddy's hand, picked up a piece of wood from the corner of the wall, chopped it with the dagger, and the thick wooden strip was immediately divided in half. Then handed the sword to Roddy again.

Roddy admired in his heart. Observing the blade carefully, he saw a faint cold air above the blue blade. He took it in his hand and danced at random, feeling that the size and weight were very smooth. He liked it in his heart and smiled:" I want this, what price?"

After speaking, Roddy took out a small cloth bag from his body and took out a few gold coins.

Seeing that blacksmith smiled and shook his head, Roddy let out an "ah" and smiled bitterly: "Don't you want gold coins? But I don't have any animal skins for you now."

The blacksmith suddenly approached a few steps and whispered: "Your Excellency the Duke likes this sword, so I will give it to you."

"What?" Roddy was surprised: "Give it to me? Do you know who I am?"

The blacksmith smiled on his face and whispered: "I am from General Camus."

Roddy's heart moved and he immediately walked to the door and looked outside. After seeing that there was no one outside, he turned and said in a deep voice, "What did you just say?"

The blacksmith whispered: "Lord Duke, I am General Camus's subordinate, and I am here to deliver news for the general!"

Roddy took a breath and said, "Are you...are you a mountain man?"

The blacksmith whispered: "I have mountain descent, but I was raised by the general from a young age. A few years ago, the duke asked me to enter the mountain and mix in the tribe."

Roddy was puzzled: "Don't others doubt you?"

The blacksmith smiled and said: "Wu Ya has annexed many tribes over the years, and now there are many other tribes in the flame tribe, so I am not afraid of being suspected."

Roddy nodded, and the blacksmith whispered: "My lord, the general has already informed me that you have entered the mountain. It is inconvenient to speak here, and I can't contact you too much. You take this, it was me the day before yesterday. News I found out in the evening."

After speaking, he handed a small wooden tube and whispered: "There is the secret of Wuya here. Go back and take a look."

"The secret of Wuya?" Roddy was shocked.

The blacksmith lowered his voice and said, "Wu Ya was suddenly weak a few days ago, saying that he was assassinated and seriously injured. I had reported this news to the general a long time ago, but I found out these days that he would be sick every three nights. To go to the wizard, it seems to rely on the wizard to help him heal. During the treatment, he couldn't take care of the outside affairs. I took advantage of him to go to the wizard the night before and sneaked into the room of Wuya and found it. The things above..."

Roddy's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "Did you sneak in?"

A proud expression appeared on the blacksmith's face: "I was raised by the general since I was a child, and the general has trained me! The guards of Wuya can't find me at all!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside, the blacksmith's face changed and he whispered: "Someone! You put this away!" Then he changed his voice and deliberately yelled, "We are all good things here! You can try it if you don't believe me! test!"

Seeing that two mountain warriors opened the door and walked in, one of them was still drunk on his face and shouted a few words to the blacksmith. The blacksmith smiled and answered with him. When the two mountain men saw Roddy, their expressions changed, and they all showed disdain when they saw the dagger in Roddy's hand. Roddy did not speak, and strode out. One of the warriors spit on Roddy's back. It's just that the chief ordered not to provoke the aliens of these two empires, otherwise he would have troubled them long ago.

Roddy returned to the place of the banquet. Although he missed the wooden tube in his arms, he knew that it was broad daylight and he could not act rashly. Can only be patient and watch those mountain people revel.

Several people from other tribes were already drunk. Those sturdy mountain men began to fight for strength in the middle of the field. Several young mountain warriors had ripped off their upper bodies and twisted together to wrestle, and the people next to them yelled. Cheer for the two. Wuyu, the translator assigned to Roddy, also yelled drunkly, without noticing that Roddy had gone out and ran back and forth.

After drinking for a while, the mountain people's carnival lasted from the afternoon to the evening, and Roddy went back to the residence on the excuse of how early he was drinking.

Let Rante guard the door and opened the wooden tube in the room. Inside the wooden tube is a small piece of cloth rolled up. A strange pattern was scribbled on the rough piece of cloth, and Roddy saw it twice before realizing that this was actually the topographical pattern of the house in Wuya.

The figure shows the guards outside, the entrance and the door. The thick and heavy line above meanders the top corner, and then draws a heavy circle.

Roddy was puzzled, thinking of the wooden hut in Wuya.

Wu Ya is the patriarch of the tribe. The wooden house he lives in is not only the largest in the village, but also the highest terrain. It was built on a tall wooden platform erected by countless giant woods. From the height, you can see most of the places in the village.

The platform was built on the mountain wall, and the wooden house was the same, with a wall behind it tightly against the mountain wall. Roddy corresponded to the picture in his hand and found that following the thick line, the circled place was in the direction of the wall behind...

"What is it back?" he couldn't help muttering.

Andy smiled in his head: "What else can it be? I think it's mostly a secret way."

Roddy shook his head: "What if it is a secret path? Where does Wuya's secret path lead? It's just this matter, do we want to check it out? The situation is unclear now. If you rush to do it, you will offend Wuya, I am afraid not What a good idea..."

The two discussed for a while, but Roddy was inconclusive and fell asleep sullenly.

The next morning, people from various tribes met Wuya again, and Roddy, the duke of the empire, was naturally going to go. Seeing the noisy and noisy mountain people, he already understood that Wu Ya used himself to lead those who opposed him to jump out, and Roddy's boss was boring. It's just that this "peace talk" look is still necessary.

Seeing Wuya sitting quietly on the uppermost face, he was still dressed in white linen, his face pale as if Hanyu. Roddy always felt that Wuya seemed a little weird, as if it was a little different from what he saw the day before, but somehow he couldn't see the difference.

He was in doubt, suddenly Andy yelled in his mind: "I see! He seems to be...older!"

"En?" Roddy immediately looked at Wuya again, as expected, it seemed a little different.

If I said that when I first came the day before yesterday, I saw Wuya for the first time, he seemed to be less than 30 years old. Then the Wuya I saw yesterday seemed to be 35 years old. But today I saw Wuya again, but he seemed to be two or three years old again.

"He is aging rapidly!" Andy's voice seemed a little strange: "No wonder I always think he seems to be very weak..."

Roddy whispered: "Then he must have had an accident when he entered Death Canyon that time... Humph, he would ask a wizard to heal him every three days, I'm afraid it was for this! "

Andy whispered: "This is weird. I haven't heard of any magic or sorcery that can make people age so fast... Even though magic seems to make people age quickly, it's not so slow... …With that kind of magic, it should be tens of years old within a day..."

"Maybe he has some way to stop...or maybe he is not the kind of magic you know..." Roddy shook his head. He glanced at the tall Uya again. At this moment, Uya was closing his eyes and rested, and seemed to be dismissive of the noisy and quarrelling people from various tribes below.

Andy suddenly whispered: "Boy, this thing seems a little weird, should we care?"

Roddy’s face was calm, but he smiled secretly: "Andy, aren’t you the most curious? Tonight should be the time for Wuya to go to the wizard. We might as well take a look at it secretly. This is called by the mountain people. What are the secrets of people who are'God Down to the Earth'?

"Hmph... you have to be careful about this. Last night you had a big fight with the two Silver Moon tribesmen. You can only dream of a kid, and Wuya must have known it. Tonight... …You are up to you if you want to take risks, but you will lose your life then, don’t blame me for not being saved..."

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[Dear brothers and sisters of the public version, I have kept you waiting for a long time. Because of the requirements of the publishing house, the lifting of the ban was very slow some time ago. Xiaowu apologizes to everyone!

However, in the future, I will gradually speed up the lifting of the ban, and will release some more chapters before the Spring Festival to give back to everyone, I hope you can continue to support me. 】