The majestic mountains, vast forests, broad plains, and unique plateau climate made Wu Feng fully feel the unique charm of Marston Wilderness. The sky was bluer than ever, and the occasional white clouds seemed to be higher than the ground. Recently, Wu Feng was so intoxicated by all this that he almost forgot his mission here.
After turning eastward from the territory of the Tubu people, you entered the nominal territory of the Sisluo Empire. Although it belonged to the Sisluo Empire territorially, in fact, the Sisluo people had not implemented any real control of this land. Management, even under heavy military garrison, can only maintain superficial rule in one or two important strongholds and fortresses. The wild and fierce Boyin people are the real kings of this vast and free land.
Going eastward from the Tubu territory on the East Tengger Grassland, the terrain is getting higher and higher, but this is also a low and gentle slope that gradually climbs up, heading eastward, and finally climbs up to the mountain called Marston. Wild high plains area. This great plain, which is thousands of kilometers long from east to west and hundreds of kilometers from north to south, is not only scattered with large and small plains, but also with intermittent forests and mountains. Although it is called a wilderness, it is actually an extremely fertile land, but this piece of land is The land has always been inhabited by the Boyin people, who are different from other ethnic groups in the mainland. In order to conquer this land, the immigrants from the Western Continent immediately began to attack north after establishing their own country, hoping to conquer this land. But the brave and stubborn Boyin people did not retreat at all in the face of the powerful Liberians. Even if they were at an absolute disadvantage, they remained unyielding. In field battles, positional warfare, and guerrilla warfare, the Marston Wasteland was filled with Boyin people and people. The blood of Liberian warriors.
For hundreds of years, no matter how many tricks the Liberians tried, they were still unable to completely conquer the Baiin people. The complex and changeable terrain, harsh winter climate and the tenacious vitality of the Baiin people became the best way for the Baiin people to survive. magic weapon. However, the Boyin people also gradually declined under the strong suppression of the Liberians. Living on the Marston Wasteland, they could never return to the grand situation before these immigrants from the Western Continent came. The two sides were in such a strange stalemate. No one can do anything about the situation, but in general, the Liberian countries that have established strong political institutions take the initiative and have the upper hand in the war against the Bein people, and often launch attacks to weaken the Bein people. In order to maintain the dominant position over the Bai people.
The tall man sitting on the low platform above was dressed in a strange attire. His long, shiny black hair was casually scattered behind his shoulders. A shining golden headband was tied to his forehead. His thick black eyebrows were like two blades, drawn diagonally on his broad face. Above the hole, there are thick lips tightly closed, and a green beard under the huge nose. Behind him, a big man in short clothes and armor holds a huge scepter in his arms, with an extremely respectful attitude. The head of the staff is a lifelike skull, which is extremely white and ugly, especially the two black diamonds in the eyes of the skull are flashing with a deep and strange light, which is quite eerie.
"Guest from afar, I heard that you want to meet me and the elders of this headquarters?" A pair of dark gray eyes were revealed under the thick eyebrows, and he pressed his hands on the low platform with an aggressive aura.
Even though Wu Feng, who was dressed in casual clothes, stood there casually, his aura with him was no less than that of the rugged man with disheveled hair sitting behind the low platform. Wu Feng, who looked calm and smiling, said: "Great Chief Dolemy, I have come all the way from far away, so naturally I want to meet you."
"Oh?" A strange light flashed in his eyes. He casually curled up his right leg, rested his left elbow on the low platform, pressed his left palm against the tiger's bushy cheek, and pressed his right hand on his right leg, looking so... He was wild and unbridled, "Then where are you from and what are you doing here?"
With a loud smile, Wu Feng glanced sideways at the large group of men with long hair who were kneeling respectfully on both sides. These people were probably the nobles of the Dole tribe, the largest of the Baiin tribe, and the guy sitting above him was naturally the Dole tribe. Dolmi, the great chief among them.
"I heard that the Baiyin people have always been warm and hospitable, but I was disappointed when I saw them today. Is this how the Duoer tribe treats guests?" Wu Feng had a faint sarcastic smile on his lips.
The brow furrowed slightly, and the brawny man with golden hoops waved his hand. Someone immediately brought a low table and a cowhide cushion in the middle of the thick cow hair carpet. Without any courtesy, he sat down cross-legged and said, "Wait. Why don’t guests have food and wine?”
The nobles on both sides were noisy for a while, and even stood up impatiently, about to have a fit. However, under the majestic gaze of the big man above them, they all sat back obediently. However, a few older nobles exchanged doubts. After a while, their eyes finally fell on their own chief to see how he would respond.
"Well said, but it seems that we are stingy. Come here, serve the guests wine!" The strong man with golden hoop hair was startled, then laughed wildly and greeted the servants.
The half-cooked barbecue with traces of blood on it was brought up. The large bowl of milk wine was filled with a strong smell, which made Wu Feng suffocate. He gently opened the meat strips with thick blood on them, and Wu Feng smoothly opened them. Inserting the silver knife on the plate into the meat, "I have come all the way here not to taste these things. If the people of Bai'in are still obsessed with the glory of the past, I wonder how long you can taste these things?"
One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and Wu Feng's harsh words immediately aroused huge anger among many nobles. "Unbridled!" "Bold!" "Seeking death!" A series of vulgar curses were spat out from the mouths of the nobles on both sides, even though Several gloomy older nobles were also angered by Wu Feng's vicious provocation, and their expressions suddenly changed.
Only the strong man sitting above just narrowed his eyes slightly, looking quite interested, "Guest from afar, I think you are not just provoking this tribe when you come to be a guest. Smart people can just explain the purpose of your visit directly." Well, who are you, where are you from, and what are your intentions in coming to this clan?"
Wu Feng's intention and performance have aroused great interest in him, especially Wu Feng's last two sentences surprised him inexplicably.
"Haha, Your Excellency Chief, do you think my words are a bit harsh? Or do you think what I said touched the hidden pain in your heart?" Wu Feng still exposed the other party's scars so nakedly, "I don't know some time ago. How are we playing with your sect leader? It doesn’t seem to be going well, right?"
His face suddenly darkened, angry eyes burning in his eyes. The big bowl placed in his hand was shattered into pieces in his hand. The snow-white milk wine flowed down the edge of the short platform and seeped into the carpet under his feet. The golden hoop was draped The strong man's thick lips moved a few times, and the thick Adam's apple under his jaw moved a few times, but in the end no sound came out.
The dark and angry eyes were firmly locked on Wu Feng's face, but Wu Feng turned a blind eye. He picked up the silver knife frivolously and played with it in his hand, "What? You can't accept it? You have already swallowed the bitter pill of reality. Are you still afraid of being raped?" People tell me, are the Boyin people so useless?"
"That's enough!" Finally unable to bear Wu Feng's sarcasm, the brawny man with long hair slapped his big palm fiercely, and the solid low platform suddenly shattered like over-dried soil, "Boy, if you don't sign up right away, Tell me why you're here, and I'll kill you right away so that even your mother won't be able to recognize you!"
Giving the other party a contemptuous look, Wu Feng remained unmoved and said calmly: "Calm down. Excitement and impulsiveness are the biggest dangers of being a leader. Use your head carefully to think about whether what I said makes sense before making a conclusion. It’s not too late.”
Shocked, the strong man with blond hair shook his whole body, and a look of thought appeared on his face. He took a deep breath to control his emotions. The strong man with blond hair shook the messy hair scattered around his face and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"Well, now I am acting like a boss. I am Li Wufeng, the Military and Political Envoy of the Northwest County of the Tanghe Empire and the Governor of Northern Luzon!" With a proud smile, Wufeng stood tall and dressed in full clothes, and came towards him with a hunting and domineering air. .
"Are you Li Wufeng?!" The strong man was shocked and couldn't help but stand up, looked up and down, nodded heavily, with a look of joy on his face, "Sure enough, you are worthy of your name, you are worthy of being the tyrant of the Eastern Continent. !”
The nobles on both sides also looked surprised. They looked carefully and whispered to each other. Apparently, they had already heard of Wu Feng's reputation.
"Chief Dolemy is overly praised. Li Wufeng can see Chief Dolemy here and has admired him for a long time." Wufeng also clasped his fists in salute with a smile on his face.
As night fell, the flaming red bonfire illuminated the huge tent. Heroes cherish heroes. After some greetings, Wu Feng quickly became acquainted with the straightforward Dolemy. Although he knew that he was a frontier official of the Tanghe Empire, Wu Feng must have come with a purpose, but Dolemy didn't mention it on purpose. He just tried to persuade everyone to drink and have fun. Wu Feng was also willing to come, backed by the powerful power of the three yangs, and dozens of glasses of fiery milk wine. After the meal, he was still in high spirits and full of energy, which surprised the nobles who came to persuade him to drink. They also felt a little more respectful.
The cheerful wooden flute was blown, the extremely rhythmic drums beat loudly, the tents on both sides were suddenly opened, and two rows of cypress girls flew out, crisscrossed and rolled in the air, the colorful drills moved in the air, and the silver daggers flashed, reflecting The unusually fair skin and fleshy shadows are really moving.
The scolding sounds, sword shadows, and Boyin girl's combined sword dance and attack skills opened Wu Feng's eyes. He couldn't help but high-five and praise him. He seemed to have completely forgotten that the chief of the Duoer tribe of the Boyin tribe was sitting next to him.
The fire flickered on and off, and the rough-looking Dolemy glanced sideways at the young man next to him who seemed to be completely intoxicated in singing and dancing, but his gray eyes kept turning.
"Great Chief, you seem to have something on your mind? If you regard Li as a friend, you might as well tell me and see if Li is a reference for you?" His eyes were still interested in watching the charming girl singing and dancing in the middle of the tent, and his head moved. Without moving, the faint words seemed not to come from his mouth.
"Haha, Brother Li is an honored guest of my Bai'in people. It's rare to come to our Dole tribe to be a guest today. Even if there are all kinds of important things, we have to leave it for later. Come on, you and I will drink this cup again." Flashing a cunning smile, Ptolemy shook the giant and grinned.
"Does the chief really still have the heart to drink? It seems that Li really underestimated the chief. He didn't expect that the chief was so broad-minded and could still talk and laugh calmly in the face of all kinds of pressures and crises. Li sighed to himself. If Li It will be difficult to sleep peacefully in an environment like the Great Chief's." Wu Feng shook his head and smiled, but his eyes were always fixed on the graceful dancing of the girls in front of him.