When the story of Wu Weijun spread to Royal City, everyone treated it as an amusing anecdote, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with them. After all, Royal City hadn't experienced a war for a long time.
The war between Nanzhou and Nanzhou had long spread throughout Lü Zhou. The Blackfeather Army's valiance in the siege made everyone's eyes light up.
However, even this valiant Blackfeather Army couldn't do anything to a small remnant army.
When someone in the know mentioned Wu Weijun, they would say, "That Wu Weijun was originally just an army made up of street children. The people of Nanzhou all knew that it was useless, but they didn't expect that the Blackfeather Army could destroy it with just three thousand people. Those street children didn't dare to fight and only knew how to run away on the battlefield. I don't know how they became so powerful now. "
Everyone vividly described how weak Wu Weijun was before, as if the weaker they made Wu Weijun seem, the more dramatic the war would be.
Because the war had nothing to do with them, the right and wrong of the war itself, victory and defeat, were not too important. What was important was whether it was interesting!
There were many children of great aristocrats and young ladies in Royal City. They read the poems of the kings and admired the frontier fortress while pretending to be cultured. Only a few of them had actually been to the battlefield.
In order to attract these young ladies, the storytellers in the teahouses and taverns would, of course, talk about the hottest topic at the moment.
In the largest tavern in Royal City, an old man sat on the stage and stroked his beard. "I saw that Commander Wu Weijun, Ye Xiaoming, was holding a halberd …"
"No, you're not right!" A girl suddenly stood up. "My uncle went to Nanzhou last month. He received news from the Blackfeather Army that Commander Wu Weijun had been replaced by a youngster with the surname Lu, and that he didn't use a halberd in battle!"
The storyteller was instantly embarrassed. Contestants like him, who made up stories and conned others, were most afraid of the audience knowing the truth. How could a mere storyteller like him really go to the battlefield to investigate?
Under normal circumstances, the children of King City wouldn't know about this because the nobles in King City wouldn't care about a small Wu Weijun, so their children wouldn't have a source of information.
But this time, there were people who paid attention to it, because the main character of the story, Wu Weijun, was indeed dramatic enough that even the nobles treated him as a joke.
The storyteller hesitated for a moment. "Miss, may I ask what you've heard about the situation? Lü Ke is a common surname. Do you know his actual name? "
"I'm not sure what his name is exactly, but I know that the weapon he used in battle was a tree branch!" The girl said in high spirits, "It is said that the young man is good-looking and has an extremely high cultivation. He is not inferior to the geniuses of Royal City at all, and he is even more courageous than them!"
These words displeased the King City disciples who were watching from the sidelines. How could Commander Wu Weijun, who played with mud, be mentioned in the same breath as them, King City disciples … and he was said to be good-looking? How could someone who led an army into battle be good-looking?
Moreover, it was said that his weapon was a tree branch. If this was true, then it was too pretentious!
There were many geniuses in King City who liked to show off, but Commander Wu Weijun was the first one who dared to use a tree branch to show off in battle. Did he think that he was the master of Jianlu?
In just one night, the storytellers within thousands of miles of King City all changed their narratives. Lü Shu had changed from a burly man in the army to a poetic figure.
In just one night, the ladies in King City all had hopes for this character, while the male disciples were all very dissatisfied with Lü Shu. If this guy came to King City, they would definitely teach him a lesson!
Suddenly, the major casinos in King City opened new bets: whether Wu Weijun could survive the Blackfeather Army's encirclement, how many days Wu Weijun could live, how many more Blackfeather Army Wu Weijun could kill.
In any case, there were all kinds of bets, and the odds were set by the dealer.
Originally, the matter of Wu Weijun should have been over in a few days, but as soon as the bets were opened, the heat began to rise.
The casinos began to advertise how weak Wu Weijun was and how lucky he was to defeat the Blackfeather Army. After that, they tricked a large number of people into betting, and a large number of people began to look forward to news about Wu Weijun every day.
They did not care about how Wu Weijun was doing, but whether they had won or lost.
Money really made the world go round. In order to chase the popularity of this matter, several casinos in this money-squandering den even mobilized their first-ranked high priests to gather information, and then sent them back in real time through artifacts and sorcery so that the casinos could change the odds in time.
On one hand, it was to grasp the real information, so that the dealer could walk ahead of the gamblers.
On the other hand, it was also to spread the news selectively in real time to maintain the popularity of Wu Weijun in King City.
The major dealers of the casinos had even bribed all the storytellers to organize such a carnival.
After the high priests collected the cultivation resources, they got up and flew toward Nanzhou, estimated to arrive in a week, and began to spread the news. Everything was ready!
The dealers of the casinos were full of confidence, their blood boiling.
In the end, on the eighth day, the high priests of a few other casinos sent back news that the high priest of Song Ji Casino had been captured by Wu Weijun …
The casinos were all dumbfounded. That was a f * cking Rank-1 high priest, and Wu Weijun captured him just like that?! How did he capture him? Were they crazy? Weren't they fighting with the Blackfeather Army? Why did they capture our gambling house's high priest!
In a battle between Rank-1, if someone was bent on escaping, the battle would not even start.
Moreover, they were capturing him alive … How f * cking strong did Wu Weijun have to be to capture a Rank-1 high priest alive?
The casinos that were initially full of confidence were all speechless. Even their high priest said that he did not dare to get too close to the mountain where Wu Weijun was, and even retreated dozens of miles away to avoid being searched by the other party …
At this time, the casinos suddenly realized that everyone had underestimated Wu Weijun. This Wu Weijun was really tough!
Lü Shu, who was far away on Mount Lu Wang, naturally did not know that someone in the Royal City, which was more than 20,000 kilometers away, had already opened a betting stall for Wu Weijun. He only looked at the young man in front of him with a smile and said, "You're from the Blackfeather Army?"
The young man shook his head. "I advise you to let me go. I'm from the Royal City. If you harm me, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The high priest of Song Ji Casino, Zhao Shuai, looked young, but it was unknown how old he was. To be honest, he had never thought that he would be captured alive, just like how he had never thought that Wu Weijun would have four Rank-1 martial artists with him. He had just approached Mount Lu Wang when he was surrounded by the bishop, Anthony, Jia Sanyi, and Liu Yizhao …
What could he do? He was in despair!
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