Of course, Lu Ziming would not believe the legends that Zhuoma said, didn't the Mongols use swords? When did they switch to swords? The sword of the king of the fart is nothing but the whitewash of the victor, and behind it is the throne of power forged by the accumulated white bones, and the greed, cruelty, barbarism and ** that cannot be erased.

The unknown represents mystery, and mystery leaves room for imagination.

He didn't believe in any holy mountains and holy swords at all, if those were spiritual pillars that were closer to reality, and if there were too many lies, even when he believed in them, it would become true.

"A few years ago, when someone tried to enter the Holy Mountain, six out of seven people died, and one went crazy and shouted 'fight to the death, fight to the death', and no one dared to enter the Holy Mountain again. ”

"Then why do you want to enter the holy mountain now, aren't you afraid?" Zhuoma said as if it was true, maybe the holy mountain really exists, at least in the hearts of the Mongols.

"Now it's different from before, the warriors on the grassland have never been stronger than they are today, in order to defeat the mutated creatures, only by taking out the legendary holy sword and uniting the various tribes on the grassland can there be hope. In the past, we all hoped that the goshawk on the steppe could retrieve the holy sword, but now the most promising person to enter the holy mountain is Dartai, and the warrior Bara beside him is the most powerful person on the steppe. ”

"Do you believe in this legend, the holy sword really exists?"

"Of course, the sword that Taiji is wearing is from the Holy Mountain, it is the sharpest sword in the camp, I heard that the holy sword is ten thousand times more powerful than it, and it is the real king of the sword", Zhuoma looked at the raging flames with a yearning face, the blood in his chest was agitated, waving his fists, as if he really had a sword in his hand.

"Why don't you participate, I think you have good skills, you should be qualified to enter the Holy Mountain?"

After listening to Lu Ziming's words, Zhuoma grabbed a piece of mutton like a deflated ball, and bit it in his mouth: "I am not a capable person, and I am not qualified to participate in the warrior selection competition."

Lu Ziming was puzzled: "Why does it have to be a capable person, can't ordinary people do it?"

Zhuoma was unwilling to say: "Ordinary people can't enter the holy mountain at all, listen to the shaman, only the capable can enter the holy mountain, so you can only choose warriors among the capable."

Lu Ziming was slightly stunned, if what Zhuoma said was not wrong, the Holy Mountain is indeed a very magical place, maybe there is some mysterious power that can affect ordinary people, but it has little impact on the capable.

"Do you want to participate in the Warrior Tryouts?"

"Of course, but ......"

"Just because you're not capable?"

"Yes, isn't that enough?"

Lu Ziming looked up at the noisy camp, and a bold thought suddenly flashed in his mind, if Zhuoma became a super person, would he be able to enter the holy mountain, and maybe where could he find the legendary holy sword.

He was immediately taken aback by his own ridiculous thoughts, wasn't he looking for death? How could he, who had always been cautious, think of snatching the holy sword of the Mongols, not to mention whether he could grab it or not, and even if he did, would he be recognized by the Mongols? The best result would be to return the holy sword to the Mongols, and if the situation got out of control, he would end up being hunted down and killed by all the Mongols, and then he would not be able to get out of this steppe at all.

What's even more terrifying is that he shows his powerful combat power, what will Sanar think, and Celtan's killing of the wolf king will be exposed. The Mongols worship heroes, but the object of worship is their own people, not a Han Chinese who suddenly appeared, and he can't believe what kind of anger the Mongols will attract when the truth is revealed.

Thinking that he had just walked away from the Ghost Gate, his previous calmness and caution were almost carried away by the ethereal holy sword, and there were some things that he could not hold. There is a saying in the era of civilization that if you want to ruin Miè, you must first make him crazy, and he almost lost his way just now.

After calming down, he immediately gave up the idea of getting the Holy Sword, no matter whether the Holy Sword really existed or not, it was not something he could have with his current ability. A child with gold in his arms walks in the middle of the night, this is the way to die, and the wise way is to throw away the gold in his hand and give up the temptation of greed.

But he needed a sword now, a good sword, which might be found in the holy land of the Mongols, and access to the holy mountain might be the only opportunity, and he didn't want to miss it.

Zhuoma's eyes did not leave Lu Ziming's face for a moment, the excitement, surprise, hesitation, fear and hesitation that flashed on his face did not escape Zhuoma's eyes, he didn't understand why the expression on Lu Ziming's face was so rich, just like the first time he saw his wife who had not passed the door, did he also miss a woman.

If Lu Ziming knew Dolma's thoughts at this time, it is estimated that he would have planted the board car headlong, and then beat Dolma violently.

"You must enter the Holy Mountain, the premise is that Dolma becomes a superhuman and obtains the qualification to enter the Holy Mountain?"

Thinking of this, he hesitated a little, how to make Dolma a superhuman being? Let him drink his own blood, no! Once this secret is discovered, his current situation is even more terrifying.

He is now very much like the child who walked with gold in the dark night, there are not many superpowers in the camp, but there are strong people everywhere, he doesn't need to feel to know this, otherwise the camp will not limit the qualifications of only superpowers to select warriors.

But if you don't let Dolma know that she is helping him, will he take him to the holy mountain? He needs to let him know that he is helping him, and at the same time not reveal his secrets.

"I can help you become a capable person, but do I need your help?"

"You say, as long as I am a capable person, I can do anything?"

Lu Ziming stopped the ecstatic Zhuoma and said: "Let me finish my words first, this is a little complicated, not as simple as you think, and you have to swear, you can't say this matter to anyone, otherwise I can't help you."

Zhuoma didn't hesitate at all, just wanted to swear, as if he felt something wrong, and hurriedly pulled Lu Ziming to jump off the lane: "We Mongolians will hand over our backs to our own Anda, I am willing to marry you for life and death, never abandon for life, never betray the oath, otherwise my body will be exposed to the scorching sun, and my soul will be devoured by wild wolves."

Zhuoma pulled Lu Ziming to kneel down, and used the knife in his hand to cut a bloody wound in the palm of his hand, regardless of whether Lu Ziming objected, he also drew a bloody wound in Lu Ziming's palm, and then clasped his two hands tightly together and said: "I, Zhuoma, am Anda with Lu today, if I betray my oath, I will be abandoned by Immortal Heaven and spend my life in fear and repentance."

Lu Ziming did not correct the mistake in Zhuoma's title, he left the grassland, and he may never see Zhuoma again, so what is the meaning of knowing his name?

"Anda! ”

"Anda! Dolma. ”