After the two of them left, Buxiao suddenly asked, "Who to send?" ”

The brass hammer scratched its head.

Of course, he knew that there were at least a hundred ways to deal with this problem in his heart, and he also knew that the easiest way at the moment was to let Buxiao run again.

But he still remembered not smiling and saying, "You are the consul." ”

It is up to the consuls to carry out their duties in their own strength.

Copper Hammer thought about it, and finally made a difficult choice: "Now I'm afraid I can only rely on the red dragon." ”

Bu Xiao carried the copper hammer through the middle of the village in the night, and came to a small dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere. The crumbling cellar door opens to reveal a staircase into the darkness.

"Why are you keeping him in a place like this?" The brass hammer poked out of its toes to feel the position of the steps.

He didn't smile and said: "No one locks him up, he wants to fight the magic sword by himself." ”

There was only a dim oil lamp in the cellar, and the young man sat cross-legged in the center of the room, his arms covered with his own scratches. In the darkness not far away, the magic sword was defiantly filled with an evil aura.

"Demon sword, good at using inner demons." He didn't smile and looked at the young man's appearance.

"Come on...... Kill...... Kill it......" There was a faint whisper around the magic sword, and even the copper hammer couldn't help but shudder.

The appearance of not smiling seemed to attract the attention of the magic sword, and the whispering stopped instantly, and the evil aura vanished. The moment he stepped forward to grab the blade, the pitch-black magic sword had already reverted to the red color of the lava flow.

The demonic nature faded, and the young man opened his eyes as if awakened by a nightmare. Finding that he suppressed the magic sword without laughing, he sighed in frustration, "I'm still ...... Can't control ......"

Copper Hammer snorted, "Then take a break, Uncle just has something unpleasant but very happy and wants to talk to you." ”

As he spoke, the copper hammer winked without smiling, and glanced at the magic sword again.

Buxiao knew what he meant, picked up the magic sword and said coldly: "You, come and talk to me." With that, he left the cellar with the magic sword that he didn't dare to make.

Watching the magic sword leave, the copper hammer suddenly felt a lot more relieved. He sat down next to the young man and drank, "Uncle is a little distressed now, do you think I should be happy, or not?" ”

The young man looked at him dejectedly.

"In this retreat, I went back to my hometown alone." The copper hammer just said with a match, "You know, I'm a bad uncle who wants to save face." said that he wanted to go back to see his family, but in fact, he wanted to anger them. ”

"What a smart person he is not to laugh, where can I hide my careful thoughts from him. I just hope he'll give me something to show off, a treasure that I can bring back and make a long face in front of those guys. As a result, he actually stuffed General Love's tomahawk in its entirety to me. Joyfully! It's a pleasure!

"I've always hated those people back home. They all looked at my brother coldly when he was thrown into the furnace, and they looked at my dad coldly when he was thrown in. They always said that I had no other way to live than to be thrown into the furnace. I hated them so much that the moment I took out my tomahawk, I saw their shocked looks, the kind of surprise that their mouths were so wide that they could see through their throats. Joyfully! But soon I felt unhappy again.

"What they are, they're just a bunch of bystanders. When I realized that it wasn't the indifferent spectators who really threw my teacher into the furnace, it was the clan's scepter. I don't think it's happy! It's unpleasant.

"I led them to revolt, and I coaxed them to come here. I believe that not laughing will lead us to victory, but who is the one who gets the victory? They were also accomplices in the death of my father and my brother, and I was happy, but not happy.

"I thought about it for a long time. In the end, I figured out that the murderer was not them. They are just tools, and in an enslaved world, there is no freedom, they are just bellows, iron felt, grinding wheels, etc. How can I be angry with the iron felt, even if I kick it, it hurts me. So if you want to get angry, you have to make them back to human form, and you have to liberate those who are enslaved. ”

The brass hammer opened the river and drove the train with his mouth full of mouths, and the young man couldn't understand what he was saying with great effort, so he could only pick up the wine jug handed by the brass hammer and silently pour a few sips.

"I know that the people who slaughtered the village are only those three elders, and I also understand that those Korsun people are innocent." The young man held his head and whispered, "But I just can't control my resentment, every time I see those people, I ...... You can't help but ......."

The copper hammer patted him on the back, "How can people control resentment, there is liking and resentment, it only depends on what you see." There is an old saying among the dwarves: when you entertain your sweetheart, you are happy, and when you clean the kitchen, you are resentful. ”

There was an inexplicable sense of joy in these words, and the young man couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"If you're really feeling resentful, I have a suggestion." Brass Hammer nodded earnestly, "Focus on what you're going to do." ”

The young man was puzzled.

The copper hammer stretched out his hand and gestured to hold the hammer: "When I first learned to strike iron, the hammer was unstable and often crooked. After the staggered I resented myself, against the hammer, against the anvil, against everything in the workshop. But when I complained about everything, I found that the iron was cold, the fire was extinguished, and everything had to start from scratch. ”

The young man nodded slightly.

The copper hammer said: "Whether this hammer is good or bad, it is a matter of the last hammer." You have to focus on the hammer of the moment. ”

He pointed to the young man's palm: "Hold your hammer tightly and think about what you are going to do." Whether it's making up for mistakes or continuing success, think clearly, see clearly, and fight immediately. When you pound it down, your mind doesn't have time to think about those distractions. ”

The young man took a deep breath and looked at his palm thoughtfully.

Early the next morning, Agung and Achai were awakened by the sound of military trumpets. Looking out of the window, I saw the city gate wide open, the military flags were unfurled, the drums and trumpets were sounding in unison, and the soldiers in iron armor marched out of the city in a neat procession, and the crowd of onlookers applauded and cheered for them.

Just when the two were still wondering, the young man knocked on the door: "Friends, it's time to get on the boat and go." ”

There are five peculiar "boats" parked at the pier.

It's more like a wooden box with a slanted mouth than a boat. Their outer side is wrapped around the skin of the beast to ensure its tightness, and it seems that five or six people can sit in the middle, and the interesting thing is that the outside of this "boat" is actually equipped with four wheels. Just such a strange five boats, neatly docked on the dock.

"Don't be stunned, get on board." The young man and several soldiers had already jumped into the boat first.

Agung and Achai trembled and boarded the young man's boat, and sat in the middle of what was barely called a cabin. I just wanted to ask how the ship moves. The two soldiers in the back row had already put their feet on the pedals, the gears drove the propellers, and in the sound of the splash, the five boats left the dock at the same time, and headed for the swamp against the current.