Compared to a couple of days ago, this new village of the Rong Mountain Clan had become quite different.
The fence wall, which used to be made of earth and stone, had now become an iron wall, which was three times taller and twice thicker than before, and was made of pure metal. On the black wall, which was shining with a cold light under the sunlight, there was a huge spell symbol magic formation every three zhang. Countless thumb-sized, different-colored magic crystals were inlaid in between the nodes of those spell symbols.
Warriors wearing heavy armors were standing on top of the fence wall. Their armors had smooth lines and were exquisitely crafted. A blazing flame emblem was embossed on the chest of their armors. Black armors and red embossed armors, the contrast between the two was especially eye-piercing.
Ji Hao scanned across these heavily armored warriors with his spirit power, and couldn't help but feel his heart sink.
This wasn't the power that the Rong Mountain Clan should have. Twenty Senior Magi level warriors were standing on this hundreds of zhang long fence wall, and the rest of the warriors were all peak-level Junior Magi. Added with the battle beasts that were squatting beside them, the power of this fence wall was equal to the power of a few Rong Mountain Clan clansmen.
The gigantic eagle was floating above the fence wall. Meng Ao took out the tablet that represented his identity as a messenger of the Magi Palace, and yelled out loudly.
The warriors on the fence wall didn't move at all, they just stood there like statues.
Meng Ao's face turned blue in anger, and his tone became more and more rude, "How dare you! Do you want to face the thunderous fury of our Magi Palace?! "
After a while, along with the sound of muddy footsteps, Elder Iron Yan, who had changed into a neat silk robe and a pure gold belt inlaid with a large piece of jade, slowly walked up to the fence wall. His hair and beard were combed neatly and neatly, and he had changed into a neat silk robe.
Ji Hao's pupils suddenly shrunk. Before, Elder Iron Yan had always been bare-chested, either wrapped in a piece of leather or a short shirt made of coarse linen. His pair of muscular arms were always exposed to the air, for the convenience of exploring mines or forging iron ingots.
However, this Elder Iron Yan in front of Ji Hao …
Ji Hao's eyes shone, while waves of his spirit power swept across Elder Iron Yan's cloak.
Silk. That's right, it was silk of primary color. It was light beige silk, and the craftsmanship was extremely exquisite. Although it wasn't dyed or patterned, the silk was thick and smooth. It was a high quality silk that had been woven from the natural silk with high craftsmanship.
Moreover, the craftsmanship of this robe was also very exquisite. Every needle and thread was smoothly ironed, and neatly worn on Elder Iron Yan's body, making him look very tall and sturdy. This kind of silk cloak was obviously not made by the Rong Mountain Clan.
Elder Iron Yan's hair and beard were well groomed, Ji Hao could even smell a faint aroma of flower oil from his hair. Can you imagine an old blacksmith who deals with ores, furnace fires, iron ingots, and sledgehammers all day long, cleaning himself with essential oil soaked with fresh flower petals?
Ji Hao silently reached out a finger and pointed backwards.
Feng Xing silently left the eagle's back, transformed into a hazy silhouette, and darted away. He was an archer, and only with enough distance could he unleash his greatest lethality.
Yu Mu held his belly with both hands and murmured in a low voice, "My stomach hurts, I, I ate something bad, ouch, I need to find a latrine pit …"
Yu Mu jumped down from the eagle's back and landed heavily on the ground, then rushed into the dense jungle to find a latrine pit. Ji Hao covered the jungle with his spirit power, and found that this fatso had indeed taken a detour, and was heading towards the other side of the valley.
This valley was opened up by Ji Hao and the others, so of course they knew that there was only a small stream in this valley, which was the only water source. If Yu Mu, this fatso, sprinkled something in the stream, those Rong Mountain Clan people would definitely 'shed tears of gratitude' to him.
Taisi looked at Feng Xing and Yu Mu, who had disappeared into the distance, and opened his mouth, seeming to say something. Shaosi crooked her right index finger and poked hard on Taisi's ribs with her knuckles. Taisi's face instantly turned deathly pale, and cold sweat gushed out of his forehead.
Shaosi said blandly, "Brother, are you sick again? Mister Deacon, I'll take my brother to find some herbs to relieve the pain … Man Man, please take care of Taisi for me! "
Shaosi held Taisi's hand with one hand, and held Man Man's hand with the other, who didn't know what to do. They jumped down from the eagle's back and quickly rushed into the jungle.
Ji Hao couldn't help but laugh out loud. Had this temporary team already developed such a tacit understanding?
Ji Hao laughed and puffed out his chest, then his facial expression suddenly changed. He pointed his finger at Iron Yan and yelled, "Old bastard, how dare you come out and see us? Mister Meng Ao, it was this old bastard who trapped us underground. If the rock wall hadn't suddenly collapsed and exposed an underground river for us to escape, we would have been trapped down there until we died! "
Meng Ao was infuriated by Elder Iron Yan's' indifferent attitude '. Facing the messengers of the Magi Palace, Elder Iron Yan should have been crying and begging Meng Ao for mercy, then kneeling on the ground and begging Meng Ao to let the Rong Mountain Clan go, after which he should have given Meng Ao a generous bribe!
Why did this old bastard dare to show up so calmly in front of him?
Meng Ao was enraged. He didn't care how ridiculous the excuses that Yu Mu and Shaosi had come up with were, as long as Ji Hao was by his side, he could be a witness. With a witness and the power of the Magi Palace, Meng Ao wasn't afraid of a small clan like the Rong Mountain Clan, which only had a population of two-hundred thousand!
Meng Ao followed Ji Hao's words and yelled out, "Iron Yan, do you know what you've done?!"
Iron Yan looked at Ji Hao and knitted his eyebrows, a trace of confusion flashed across his face. But soon, Iron Yan let out a relaxed smile, clasped his hands behind his body and said, "What have I done wrong? Mister Meng Ao, I still need to seek justice from your Magi Palace. "
Iron Yan yelled harshly, "When a group of wild beasts attacked our Rong Mountain Clan's territory, the people sent by your Magi Palace actually fled and caused thousands of our Rong Mountain Clan's clansmen to die. For this, we, the Rong Mountain Clan, will seek justice from your Magi Palace!"
Taking a deep breath, Iron Yan continued angrily, "I thought that these few little bastards had already fled and didn't dare to come back. I even said that I would go to the Magi Palace in a couple of days to seek justice from them, but I didn't expect that they would come to us again! Hm, Mister Meng Ao, you have to seek justice for our Rong Mountain Clan! "
Meng Ao paused for a second, then yelled out in anger, "How dare you! Iron Yan, you're just a small Rong Mountain Clan! How dare you! "
A slow voice came from afar, "Rong Mountain Clan? Hehe, the Rong Mountain Clan is a branch of our Lie Mountain Clan, and the Rong Mountain Clan is a member of our Lie Mountain Clan. Looking down on the Rong Mountain Clan means looking down on our Lie Mountain Clan … Meng Ao, are you looking for death? "
A tall and handsome young man slowly walked onto the fence wall, proudly looking at Ji Hao and Meng Ao.
Iron Yan smilingly bowed to the young man and said, "Prince Xu, this is just a small matter, why do you need to show up?"
Prince? Ji Hao looked at Meng Ao confusedly.
Meng Ao's face had already darkened, as if he had just fallen into a pile of dog shit.
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