The neutrality of Wuxiang Courtyard and the integrity of the Iron Bank have been tested over and over again over a long period of time.
"You are only half right. I do hope to witness everything, but I don't want to stand by your side to witness everything. I need to follow these two survivors from the Victoria Dynasty to their capital."
Seeing that Mozo directly pointed out the identities of the two of them, Cole became extremely anxious, but old Hank was extremely calm and indifferent.
"Do you want me to let you and these two survivors return to the old capital?"
"Yes, that old castle should still be in the hands of the survivors, right?"
"That's right. We haven't captured their old capital yet. But do you really know what you are talking about? Isn't Wuxiang Courtyard absolutely neutral? You are asking me to let my enemies go!"
After Thrall said this, the lions around him all looked obviously ferocious.
The orcs have no grudges against the Victorian Dynasty, but many things cannot be solved simply by having no grudges.
After the end of the Monger Dynasty, the orcs continued to exist, but they were barely surviving. The orcs were scattered all over the world, except for some large tribes or lucky small tribes.
The rest of the tribes are constantly being exploited by the surrounding humans, dwarves, vampires, and others.
If they want to stand tall, they must restore their former glory.
All of this requires an extremely huge foundation to support it, so the orcs set their sights on the weak survivors of Victoria.
This is undoubtedly an unfair and evil act to the Victorian survivors and more bystanders.
But for the orcs themselves, this is great justice.
Justice seems to have always been a false proposition.
This is also a question that Mozo often thinks about when walking on the road of justice.
In response to the lions' increasingly obvious hostility, Mozo said calmly:
"They just want to go home. And you should have your own channels, so you should know that the two poor survivors have already failed to save themselves."
"They both have no impact on your overall situation anymore."
These words made Thrall's eyebrows raise high. After a brief thought, Thrall shook his head and said:
"Okay, you've convinced me, but I need to search them. Don't worry, we won't touch anything that's not suspicious."
Mozo looked back at Old Hank and Cole. Old Hank looked at Cole and then nodded at Mozo.
Mozo then said to Sal:
"Please."
Thrall waved his hand, and several lions came forward to search him. At the same time, Thrall said:
"Mr. Orange Mask, there is no need to search me. The Phaseless Courtyard is reliable and trustworthy."
Mozo said nothing about this. After the lions searched again and again and confirmed that there was no problem, Thrall said:
"I agree to your request. I can guarantee you that no one will stop you and these two survivors from returning to the old capital. However, respected Mr. Orange Mask, we will not stop our actions even if you are inside."
"And I must tell you that our offensive will be far more powerful than before, and you don't seem to be a high-sequence adult, so do you really want to go in?"
"That is why I must go in, Your Highness."
"I heard that Wuxiang Courtyard will not seek revenge for bystanders being accidentally injured or even killed?"
"Yes. As long as they don't deliberately target our courtyard, even if someone kills a member of the courtyard because of a personal vendetta, they will not be hunted down by the courtyard."
"Then I have no problem. Please go ahead. I am curious about what the information about the ancestors is."
Mozo tilted his head and glanced at the lion-man Thrall and said:
"Aren't you worried that I'm saying something you already know?"
Sal smiled indifferently and said:
"It's enough that you can say it, and what I paid is nothing."
Mozo turned back and said:
"His Majesty King Mung once found us and made a deal with us. King Mung hoped that we would keep a batch of detailed production methods of ancient craftsmanship for him and hand them over to his successors when the time is right."
After saying that, Mozo took out a recently written scroll from his arms and threw it to Sal.
After taking it, Sal looked at it with curiosity. After just one look, his eyes were fixed on it.
After reading it over and over again countless times, Thrall was so shocked that he carefully put the scroll away.
After patting the scroll on his chest to make sure it had not slipped, Sal Monger immediately bowed and said to Mozo:
"I really can't repay your kindness. Let's put it this way. We can wait for you for ten days. No, we can wait for you forever. When you have done everything you want to do, we will continue to attack the old capital!"
Such words not only made Old Hake and the others overjoyed, but also shocked the lions around them.
They exclaimed:
“Your Highness?!”
Sal said firmly:
"Don't question my decision. The things that Mr. Orange Mask brought back for us are of such value. Please remember that we orcs also have our own bottom line!"
The scroll that Mozo had just handed over recorded countless ancient technologies that the orcs had lost with the end of the Mong Dynasty.
It even includes the Axe Blade Storm that Mozo used when fighting against Emperor Andal and the method of making a six-armed monster.
Mozo did not make any changes to the things above, because that was what King Mong gave him.
But that was not the real transaction between King Mong and Wuxiang Courtyard.
"You don't have to stop your attack for me. That's not in line with the purpose of Wuxiang Courtyard. And I personally don't recommend you do that."
It was a bit strange, but Sal didn't think too much about it. He just nodded regretfully and then said to Mozo:
"Okay. If that's what you want, I'll order the tribesmen to be respectful when they see you, but we won't stop any attacks."
After bowing slightly, Mozo led Old Hank and the others towards the crack they had mentioned.
Thrall also brought his own people with him to escort him.
However, when they arrived at the canyon, even with the presence of Sal, Mozo and the other two were still stopped.
Because this time the one who stopped them was no longer the little character they had met on the road before, but an orc demigod.
The orc demigod from the werewolf tribe rode on his tall humpback wolf and looked at Mozo and the other two with suspicion.
Especially Old Hank and the other two, who not only kept looking at them, but also kept letting his humpback sniff at the two of them. In the end, when he still couldn't find anything, he scratched his head reluctantly and walked to Sal's side.
"Your Highness, I understand what you mean, but I really cannot accept letting the enemy pass by so easily."
"Chief Frostwolf, if you still respect my bloodline, then please make way! This is a deal between the great King Monger and the Phaseless Courtyard. We cannot and should not question it."
The werewolf demigod scratched his head even more after hearing this. It was obvious that he didn't want to let him go, but he didn't know how to refute.
At this time, another voice came:
"Let them pass."
After hearing these words, countless orcs around knelt on one knee in awe. Even the demigod Frostwolf Chieftain jumped off his humpback and followed Thrall, respectfully pounding his chest in salute to the owner of the voice.
Mozo also looked when he heard the sound, and what he saw was an orc with hair and beard that completely covered his cheeks, so much so that Mozo couldn't recognize what clan this orc belonged to for a long time.
But it is obvious that this is the Great Shaman that Thrall mentioned!
An orc angel who should be a Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1!
The great shaman who came walking with a wooden cane waved to the orcs around him, then smiled at Mozo and the others:
"Please move aside, Mr. Orange Mask."
After Mozo nodded, he jumped off the carriage as he said, and led Old Hank, who could hardly walk, and the others towards the crack that had been obviously enlarged and repaired.
But just as Mozo was about to sink into the crack, Sal's voice sounded behind Mozo again:
"Will the Formless Courtyard be an enemy of me or the orcs?"
Hearing this, Mozo immediately stamped his feet and said:
"No, Wuxiang Courtyard is just a spectator."
Sal nodded and suddenly asked:
"And you, will you personally be an enemy to me or the orcs?"
After hearing this, Mozo, who was hiding under the orange mask, turned around with a slight smile and said:
"Yes. I will be an enemy to you and the orcs."
An answer that caused the surroundings to fall into complete silence.
After a while, Chief Frostwolf shouted:
"Take them down!"
Suddenly, countless orcs surrounded Mozo and Old Hank, whose brain had completely stopped working.
But before they could take further action, they were stopped by another extremely powerful voice:
"Stop! If you still recognize my bloodline and my identity, then stop!"
That was Sal's voice.
After hearing this, the orcs stopped hesitantly and looked at Thrall in confusion.
But Sal let out a long sigh, then said to Mozo:
"Please start now. We will never attack you before you reach the old capital."
In response to this, Mozo nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Although I don't know what the prophecy you are waiting for is, I am sure of one other thing. You are the qualified successor that King Mung has us in Wuxiang Courtyard waiting for!"
"We will still be enemies, but please allow me to tell you the real deal between Wuxiang Courtyard and King Monger!"
274 You Will Regret (3k)
The real deal with King Monger
Sar was slightly surprised before he said:
"Are you saying that the long-lost technologies you gave me before were not actually passed on to us by my ancestors?"
Mozo nodded and said:
"Yes, when His Majesty King Mung made this deal with us, he gave me those technologies as a reward. What he actually asked us to pass on to you was something else."
"Wait, are you saying that you gave me the reward that the ancestor gave to your Wuxiang Courtyard?"
"That's right, Your Highness. Those technologies were given to us as payment for this transaction."
"Then why do you simply hand over your deserved reward to us?"
Mozo's words made Thrall and the Great Shaman even more surprised, but Mozo said:
"Because His Majesty King Mong is worthy of me doing this."
Mozo didn't like King Mong's final decision, but he could understand his thoughts and recognized the king. Therefore, Mozo felt that he had to return these things to his people.
It’s just that before this, the orcs had always been a group of scattered people and they also liked to attack each other.
So Mozo never returned these things.
And now, after Mozo looked at the various orcs standing around him, he felt that it was time.
This was a somewhat unexpected answer from Sal and the others, but in the end Sal accepted Mozo's explanation and nodded, saying:
"Thank you for your generosity. And what exactly is the deal between our ancestors and you?"
"It's very simple. Your ancestor, King Mung, asked us to help preserve a map until a qualified successor emerges among the orcs. Only then did he ask us to hand the map over to him."
As he spoke, Mozo took out a map that he had just written and handed it to a werewolf who was still a little dazed beside him.
"This map is now yours."
"This is not the one King Mung gave us, but I can guarantee that it is exactly the same and we have never taken those things away."
After the werewolf holding the map handed it to Thrall and the others, not only Thrall and the Werewolf Chieftain couldn't wait to look through it, but even the Great Shaman couldn't help but come forward to take a look.
After a moment, Thrall thought for a while and handed the map to the Great Shaman.
"Moss Mountains?"