After explaining to Hiram, Wu Qi thought for a moment and planned to go to Harvey's hunting team base camp before setting off.
Wu Qi had not visited the hunting team's base camp in person for a long time, just like Kazan had never personally inspected the hunting team's base camp and summoned Harvey, the hunting team leader, to the Canghong Palace.
A cluster of houses quickly appeared at the end of the silver sand horizon. The sky was dark blue, and countless torches were lit in the hunting team's base camp. It happened to be the time when the hunting team returned to the base camp after patrolling. Cong Tianzai looked along the gate of the hunting team's base camp and saw groups of hunters walking swiftly on their way back.
There was no aura of Harvey in the base camp, and no one looked up at the sky and saw Wu Qi hiding his aura.
Wu Qi canceled the atavism in Tianzai. Countless pitch-black blade scales shrank back to the bottom of Wu Qi's skin like waves, and the atavistic mask also disappeared. His red and purple vertical pupils gradually faded, slowly turning back into obsidian-like human pupils.
In order to secure his position on the throne and minimize the misdirection of his open and secret arrows, Wu Qiqiu maintained the aura of peak life at the third level at every moment. Except for sleeping, he maintains the strongest state of atavism. He always wears an atavistic mask. Even his pair of beautiful and deep human eyes like obsidian have been abandoned. The eyes have always had the appearance of red-purple vertical pupils. After such a long time, the red and purple vertical pupils changed into the normal appearance of his eyes, to the point where no one dared to be sure that he was not human.
After going through hellish times of excessive consumption and suffering backlash, Wu Qi has become accustomed to normalcy and atavism. The creatures in the Silver Desert would be frightened and respectful to the extreme when they saw the figure in jet-black scales and the fierce red-purple eyes revealed through the eye slits of the mask.
Wu Qi wanted to see Master Solu during this trip, so he deliberately canceled his atavism and returned to the dark red-skinned human he was before.
When he was just a new hunter, Master Solu was very willing and proactive to accept him as his disciple, teaching him the skills of precise manipulation of measurable and measurable creations. The Apocalypse Abyss and the humans are in different camps and have different races. Master Solu can never be regarded as Wu Qi's master.
The hunting team who taught him the art of disappearing archery was not even half his master. There, it can be said that he rises in the abyss of the apocalypse.
As soon as the atavistic scales filled with cold emotions faded away, the long-lasting human emotions emerged bit by bit like water leaking from the faucet.
Perhaps the Apocalypse Abyss was still Wu Qi's enemy in the past, but at least now he would not regard the hunting team who were not human but somewhat humane, as well as those who obeyed his orders as "enemies".
Under the cover of night, Wu Qi, who returned to his human form, landed outside the hunting team's base camp. No one noticed him, and he walked straight across the fire-lit area to the brightly lit workshop.
Wu Qi walked into the workshop. The tone of the workshop was still black iron stone and light red heat. The huge smelting furnace erupts with tongues of red and yellow flames. The apprentice craftsmen two years ago and two years later are busy moving materials, checking the pulleys of the machinery, and finishing the day's work.
The old dwarf craftsman with the red beard was walking in front of the forging table, immersed in making a new batch of armor.
Wu Qi waited quietly for Solu to finish. He was standing by the door. No one noticed or saw him.
Ten minutes passed and the noise from the gate of the base camp became louder and louder. Solu finally put down the forged armor on his legs and raised his head.
Solu looked up and caught Wu Qi's deep gaze.
Wu Qi smiled slightly, and Solu saw it. In the background where there was no sound of the scattered collision and placement of gold and iron utensils, Solu did not break the rare "quietness", and he also smiled slightly.
No one can see Wu Qi's smile behind his atavistic mask.
"Master, when my disciple returns, I would like to treat you to a drink." Wu Qiping said calmly.
Solu smiled and said, "I've been waiting for a long time."
The two of them moved to the restaurant and walked in the usual position. Wu Qi was just like an ordinary hunter, eating the same food, drinking the same wine, and chatting with Solu about anecdotes from various places in the Apocalypse Abyss.
It's like Wu Qi didn't become the throne.
Finally, Solu got drunk and started talking nonsense and bragging.
"Wu Qi, it's been two years. Do I know that my legend is now spread throughout the Silver Sand Desert and even further afield? The hero Wu Qi, was he an elite hunter in the hunting team and was the master craftsman Solu closed down? Disciple. He killed the deformed envoys of the Lark Legion during the invasion war in the Forest of Lark. When the Canghong Palace was in crisis, he accompanied all the envoys to fight against the Tenth Throne Nergal and the Fourth Throne Ephesus who came to avenge the soldiers. Reg, he severely defeated the two high-ranking people on the throne before! Although the former throne Kazan was defeated by the Apocalypse Order and was exiled, the people of the Silver Sand Desert are about to welcome someone they can trust and be loyal to. The new throne. I know the key point in that heroic legend, where is it?" Solu said with a slight blush on his face.
Wu Qi toasted Solu again: "No, that hero Wu Qi is a close disciple of the famous craftsman Solu."
Solu was so happy that he clapped his legs and laughed: "Yes, yes, yes, otherwise his apprentice would shut up! The most recent disciple of his famous craftsman Solu is the Thirteen Thrones, who spent his whole life forging the Apocalypse Abyss. Top-quality armor is very important to save face! When my master got together with his old friends, the way every old guy looked at my master was absolutely amazing. My master will never forget it in his life."
"The birth of a great disciple from a famous teacher should be a legend." Wu Qi laughed.
Solu laughed so hard that he shook his head a few times. He shook his head not only because he disagreed with Wu Qi's words, but also because he was extremely happy.
"My master is very lucky."
There were some words that Solu didn't say, even when he was drunk, but those words were engraved in his heart and had extremely clear marks.
Wu Qi was fond of his master, and after becoming famous in Tianqi Abyss, his master also took advantage of it. After achieving his most important goal, Wu Qi was willing to take off his aloof and cold armor, drink and get close to his master, and said many flattering words that made the master happy.
The identity is different now, but the original intention remains the same. Such a disciple would be his pet peeve for the rest of his life.
"That's wrong, Master, he doesn't know a thing." Wu Qi said softly.
"What's the matter, tell me! Master, tell me everything!" Solu's tone was even louder.
"Master, what is my dream?"
Solu had already been drunk to the point of being in a daze, but when he heard that question, his drunken eyes suddenly showed a sparkle.
"What a dream... I have helped him realize his dream of recruiting a good disciple. If it is very successful, it will not be the highest pursuit of a craftsman - forging a mysterious weapon!"