Chapter 51: The Origin of the Flame (Subscription Requested)

After killing the two Persians, he looked into the cave with red eyes, and saw that all the blacksmiths were covered with whip marks, and their hands were crunching. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

At the moment, the cave is quiet!

"Come over to me!"

Fengbo roared viciously, grabbed the frightened Hassan and threw him on the ground, and scolded: "This is what you said well? ā€

On the way here, Hassan repeatedly emphasized that the Holy Fire Cult only asked the blacksmith to create something, but at this moment when he entered the door, he saw that everyone's legs were tortured, and the two Persians were still using soldering irons to hurt people.

That's what he said? That's what they say they want to stay?

The storm gritted his teeth, and saw that there were many blacksmiths lying under the walls, all of them were scarred and bloody, and they just provoked his murderous intent upwards.

"Who are you?"

At this time, several Persians in the cave reacted and stepped forward and asked, in their hands, each holding a long whip.

"Kill them all!" Ding Yi said softly.

Roar!

The storm roared viciously, he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and his body also rose from the ground at this moment, rushing towards a few people in the cave, and he was not far behind, at his age, he was even more easily provoked, and what he saw in the cave also reached his flashpoint.

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The Persians who followed Hassan all the way changed their expressions, and when they saw that two more Persians were killed by the storm, they immediately roared angrily and pulled out their weapons. Just about to rush towards the two of them. The next moment he pinched their cheeks vigorously. Suddenly, there were a few loud neck rattles, and the neck was twisted by the big hand behind him.

Gong Ye Qian's face was gloomy, although he rarely spoke, but his temper was the hottest of the four, his idea had always been violent, after the killing, Gong Ye Qian's face turned, and in a moment a strange footwork shook in the Persians on his side. There was a bang, several bodies crashed into the cave wall, and occasionally a few Persians who were killed were also cleaned up by Deng Baichuan.

In a moment, when the last scream stopped, dozens of Persian corpses fell in the cave, and when they looked around the field, except for Hassan, a Persian, who was still standing, the rest were all killed.

Hassan trembled, saw that several people looked unkind, and said, "Great." Hero, me. I do not know! ā€

"Don't know? I don't know if you just shut up for me, what you said all the way is so good, I really don't dare to kill you! Feng Bo said with a murderous face.

Hassan was suddenly cowardly and shut up, and at this time, Deng Baichuan said: "Lord, what about those Persians under the mountain?" ā€

Someone's expression changed, Hassan just wanted to speak, and a pair of red eyes glared at him, and suddenly made him take a small step back, Ding Yi looked at the stunned blacksmith in the cave, his expression was ruthless, and said: "No need to stay, we are all gentlemen, we have killed a lot of people in the Central Plains, and this Persian can only be more!" ā€

The evil look of the storm was overjoyed, and he glared at Hassan and said: "Stay here honestly for me, if you get angry, the labor and management will even kill you!" After speaking, the storm said to Bao Shifei: "Nephew Bao, let's go, see how I slaughter these beasts!" ā€

"My lord?" Deng Baichuan said, his eyes looking at the entrance of the cave, a little uneasy.

Ding Yi shook his head, Deng Baichuan is over sixty years old, and he has followed his cheap father to kill a lot when he was young, although he is not afraid, but in the martial arts, there is a legend of this retribution, these hundreds of Persians, there must be some innocent people, killing too much, it is not good after all, and he said at the moment: "Brother Deng, you stay, let the second brother go!" ā€

Gong Yeqian nodded, did not excuse himself, turned around and left towards the entrance of the cave.

"Great, hero!" Hassan said anxiously, as if he wanted a favor.

Ding Yi looked at the other party carefully, until he saw that Hassan's expression was wrong, and then said: "If you want to live, you'd better shut up, and then go and help them open the foot buckles one by one, otherwise even if they come back and don't kill you, I will kill you alive!" ā€

The cold voice and sharp eyes suddenly made Hassan's expression change, and he hurriedly turned around and walked towards the cave, stumbling all the way to find the keys in the bodies of several Persians, and finding the matching keyholes one by one.

Just now, because of a scuffle, the two of them had a lot of strength, and they had already beaten dozens of people in their positions together, and this finding the key to unlock the chains had to be said to be a laborious job.

More and more people were unchained, and when Hassan untied the last one and returned to Ding Yi, many blacksmiths reacted and cried at Ding Yi and others.

Ding Yi sighed, and finally said, "You better go back early, this Holy Fire Sect has been searching for briquettes a few days ago, and on the way here, we found that many villages have been destroyed!" ā€

The blacksmiths' faces changed drastically when they heard this, and a few of them had already guessed this result, and they didn't care about thanking Ding, and hurriedly carried their companions who couldn't walk, and left down the mountain, all of them looking worried, and some of them called out as soon as they came out of the cave.

After everyone left, Ding Fang took Deng Baichuan and the two girls to inspect the cave, and saw that on top of many iron piers, there were several molds placed horizontally and vertically, and even under Ding Yi's eyes, there were three black iron blocks more than two feet long lying quietly on a piece of white cloth.

It is these things that make these Persians so ruthless and ruin the peaceful life of many Great Song people?

"It's the Holy Fire Order!"

Deng Baichuan was surprised, raised his hand and picked up the pitch-black iron card, the weight was appropriate, and there was not much difference from the one in front, Wang Yuyan also stepped forward, took out the holy fire order in his hand and touched it lightly, the sound was loud, like iron not iron, like silver not silver.

Ding Yi picked up the remaining piece of the Holy Fire Order, reversed it, saw that the Holy Fire Order was engraved with small Persian characters, carefully looked at the tokens in the hands of Deng Baichuan and Wang Yuyan, and found that it was also densely covered with a lot of Persian characters. ā€

Hassan nodded and said, "Half a year ago, we Persians passed by Mount Kunlun and found a flint falling from the sky, and the two envoys of the sun and the moon said that this was the descending thing of Allah, so they rushed to the place where the flint landed, established a sect, and named the religion the Holy Fire Sect according to the grand scene of the holy flint descending!" ā€

"This token was made of that flint?" Ding Yi held the holy flame and ordered.

Hassan nodded and said: "We in Persia have encountered this kind of flint from the sky, it has always been in the hands of the Holy Maiden, but it is not as big as this one, after the Sun and Moon Envoys found out, they arranged for everyone in the sect to build thirty orders overnight as the Holy Fire Order, of which twenty-four pieces are ready to be given to the twelve treasure tree kings as gifts for the birthday of the chief priest at the end of the year, and the remaining six pieces are intended to stay in this sect. ā€

Ding nodded, no wonder these Persians were looking for blacksmith briquettes everywhere, it turned out to be like this, and it was no wonder that these Persians were crazy, because now it is a little tight before the end of the year, but these are all in the past, the holy religion of the Persians, what does he have to do with Ding, it would be good if he didn't go to the Persian field, and the Song Dynasty could not tolerate them to be rampant.

"This can build thirty, which means that this flint is very large, where is the rest?" Deng Baichuan turned around and asked.

Hassan looked at it, pointed to another big black barrel with hot white smoke, and said unusually honestly: "There, over there!" ā€

A few people walked over, and sure enough, there was a large black iron bucket on a cutting board, and inside the bucket was filled with burning red slurry.

"What is this? Is it the flint-forged molten iron? Before they could get closer, they felt a scorching heat, and beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads.

Hassan said: "It's not all, after the flint melts, we add a lot of emery and mix it together, and this bucket is also made of that flint, otherwise there is nothing to hold!" ā€

I have to say that on that night, the Persians picked up a great treasure and actually used dark iron to make such a broken barrel, which had to reach the ears of those sword-casting masters in the Central Plains, and they had to be scolded crazy.

When a few people were thinking about how to deal with these as before, they only heard a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the cave, and when they turned around, they saw the three people walking with blood stains on their faces, and before they arrived, they were full of fishy smell.

Deng Baichuan saw that the faces of the two girls were faintly pale, and persuaded Ding Yi: "Lord, there is no discomfort with the girl's house here, so let us deal with it!" ā€

Ding nodded, greeted the oncoming storm viciously, and left with the two girls. (To be continued.) )

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