The hazy thoughts gradually dissipated as consciousness gradually returned. Surtu slowly opened his eyes. The white light that kept flashing in front of his eyes filled his vision with an indistinguishable and clear feeling.
Even the voice coming from my ears was as confused and noisy as if it were soaked in water: "What medicine did you use to replace it? Why does it feel like it doesn't work for me?"
"You don't need to worry about this, unless you even know the herbs that grow on the free continent, and -"
"Wait a minute, I smell something different from it...you, did you use that?"
"Yes, that's the one. It seems you are quite knowledgeable - well, he's awake."
Surtu tilted his head feebly. Lying on a simple wooden bed, Surtu tried to move his vision to the source of the sound. The hazy outlines of two bodies, one tall and one short, then came closer to him.
, but his face and expression are still as difficult to identify as a paste mixed together: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at those confused eyes... It seems that your experimental drug No. 1 has failed."
"Hey, originally I still had a little bit of hope and confidence - is he conscious now?"
"How do I know? For such a difficult-to-verify question... why don't you just ask him yourself?"
"Cough cough, cough cough - hello, Surtu? Can you hear what I say, Surtu?"
The transformation of light and shadow kept changing in front of Surtu's eyes, making the consciousness of the man who was slumped on the bed even more groggy. Trying to gather his hazy consciousness, he then bit his teeth, and the dry
His mouth also opened a little: "You...are..."
"He's talking! Look, I'm messing around... er, no, it's Experiment No. 1 and there's nothing wrong with it."
"Don't be too happy. I know this situation better than you. If you don't believe me, you can ask him again."
"Ask him again? What to ask?"
"For example...hey, do you still remember your name?"
Like an echo from the bottom of the sea, the voice kept swaying back and forth in the mind that kept pouring in. Surtu opened his mouth again and did not say his next words for a long time, only the weak breath and trembling.
His lips kept flashing in front of Duan Qing: "This feels like -"
"It's like the wine hasn't sobered up yet."
Holding his chin and observing the other party's reaction at this time, Duan Qing raised his head with hesitation: "What's going on? Can such a result happen?"
"You ask me, how do I know." He shook his head slightly, and the back of the old man standing beside him with a cane also turned to the side: "But I can guess some reasons, probably it is
It’s caused by your half-finished hangover medicine.”
"This is a hangover medicine made according to your formula, but now you are telling me that it doesn't work?" Duan Qing's voice was the first to sound accusingly: "Do you know how much materials and money this thing has cost us?
How much energy did it take from us?”
"What does it have to do with me? Did I ask you to synthesize such a semi-finished product and hand it to me? If you don't obey me, then you can do it yourself - I said it from the beginning and you will be responsible for the consequences!"
"Don't... make any noise..."
A low voice then sounded in the ears of the two people, an old man and a young man. The much softer voice instantly attracted the attention of the two of them who almost pinched each other: "Let
I...take a good...rest for a while."
"You can actually withstand this kind of stamina." Observing Surtu's face, whose eyes were still cloudy and his expression was still dull, Elder Elder, who came closer, commented with interest: "Although it was through external force.
However, to achieve the current state, your patriarch’s willpower is indeed strong enough.”
"Before he became the clan leader, he was still the number one warrior in the Su clan." Duan Qing replied expressionlessly: "But if he can only recover to this state, the result will still be different from what I imagined.
Yeah...forget it."
"As long as we can have a normal conversation." The gray-robed magician in the darkness stabilized his mind, and the voice that calmed his emotions sounded again in a low voice: "Hey, Surtu."
"I am Linyuan Duanshui."
With his hands folded in front of him, Duan Qing gradually put on a serious look on his face: "I know you are feeling very uncomfortable now, but the situation is urgent, so I hope you can answer my question."
"Lin Yuan...Duan Shui..."
As if he was recognizing the meaning of this name, Surtu's pale face and confused eyes trembled a little: "You...how..."
"Okay, okay, don't talk too much, as long as you can recognize me." Reaching forward and pressing the button, Duan Qing interrupted: "If possible, I also hope that you can use your memories to be clearer.
Describe it to me in terms of language, but—"
"Can you recount your last memory?" He pointed to his head, and then pointed in a direction outside the windmill: "Do you still remember the details of the banquet you attended? How did you become
Does it look like this?”
"I remember……"
As if he was trying his best, Surtu's trembling expression and struggling eyes while lying on the bed became more and more struggling: "I... remember... that night... I went to attend the banquet..."
"Hulun Bator... have a drink with us..." He spoke vaguely and incoherently, and Surtu's voice was filled with more weakness: "We... talked... about Nasu
The future of the clan...the matters with the Hulun clan...and...Fenglu...the qualifications of the sacred mountain..."
"The Wabu tribe...have the qualifications to enter the sacred mountain."
No one spoke in the narrow and quiet windmill, and no one interrupted Surtu's trembling voice as if talking to himself: "That is... the Wabu tribe... the last hope entrusted to me, and it is also me.
Used to propose to...Hulanbaatar...exchange chips..."
"The Hulun people... have been wandering... on the edge of the Meridea grassland for so long. They must... definitely want... this qualification." The burly man tilted his head and turned to Duan Qing.
The eyes in the direction became much more difficult: "The wind channel has...disappeared, now is...the best opportunity..."
"Then do they agree?" Without having time to clarify the meaning of what the other party said, Duan Qing continued to ask in a quick voice: "Do the Hulun people agree?"
"No." He was obviously a little looser, and Surtu's struggling voice also became deeper: "They said... they need the permission of the divine envoy. Only if the divine envoy... recognizes this qualification, they can
…”
"God's envoy? God's envoy from the sacred mountain?" He couldn't help interrupting the other party's words, and Duan Qing's expression became more serious: "What do they look like? Are they male or female? Do they have one?
Holding a bow, the other one is wearing a black magic robe?"
"I, I didn't see it." Surtu's voice became even lower: "The Hulun people... didn't see it either. They only know... know..."
"The messenger of God is in the clan."
The last few words, the burly Sioux clan leader seemed to be murmuring in his sleep. Duan Qing, who looked at the other party and closed his eyes again, fell into a long silence, and finally asked his next question.
He spoke slowly: "Is there a divine messenger hidden in every clan?"
"I don't know." Old Elder Elder's indifferent voice answered him: "There are no such rules on the grassland. If they really exist, it would definitely not be a good thing for a tribe."
"I originally thought that the Holy Mountain is the most sacred place on your continent of wind, and the final place that all grassland tribes yearn for." Still staring at Surtu who fell asleep again, Duan Qing continued in a low voice: "But
Now it seems that the relationship between you is different from this imagination."
"The status of the Holy Mountain in the minds of the grassland tribes has never changed, but the attitude of the Holy Mountain towards our grassland tribes has been changing in recent times." Aird's voice also became deeper when he answered: "For the
I personally have nothing to say about the current status of the Hulun people, but if Shenshan has any thoughts and opinions on this... hum."
"I thought this setting existed for all tribes." Then Duan Qing sighed involuntarily: "If this were not the case, then the meaning of this potential divine envoy might be even more extraordinary.
"
"But the chief of the Hulun tribe knows about this." Suddenly realizing another problem, the gray-robed magician woke up and raised his head: "Who is the chief of the Hulun tribe?
Lambato’s?”
"Yes, that is our clan leader." Elder Elder nodded and replied: "But judging from what your Surtu said before, the 'Blood of Dragon Rebellion' was used in the banquet.
It’s not necessarily the Hulun people’s side.”
"You mean, it was the hand of the divine envoy?" Duan Qing raised his head: "In order to prevent the Hulun tribe from gaining the qualification to enter the sacred mountain?"
"I didn't say that, you said it yourself." The skinny hand pushed forward, and Elder immediately shook his head and replied: "If this kind of voice is exposed, it has nothing to do with me.
."
"What are you good for?" Duan Qing looked at the other party with squinting eyes, showing a look of contempt: "I don't know this, and I can't guarantee that. Usually, even the guards in the clan are so scared that they crawl around.
We exist, but now we are even afraid of this kind of thing?"
"I'm just afraid of trouble!" The old man squinted his neck and raised his stooped body a little: "If that potential envoy knows my identity, he might come over to deal with me again -"
He was frozen in place as if he was being strangled by the neck. The old man's raised voice also stopped abruptly under Duan Qing's gaze. The gray-robed magician who looked at him with funny eyes also restrained himself in time.
With the corners of his mouth raised, he dodged a blow from the opponent's cane and said, "Get out! Don't bother me here anymore!"
"How could I get out? My matter has not been resolved yet."
"Then take this guy named Surtu and get out! There is no place for you here!"
"If I could move it, why would I bother so much to help you collect herbs to make a hangover potion? In the end, I didn't even succeed-"
Chaotic quarrels gradually began to sound in the windmill. The louder and louder sounds attracted the attention of more and more Hulun tribesmen as time went by. They were hiding in their tents and looking around.
They looked at the roof of the windmill that was about to be blown away, and finally all their eyes fell on Duan Qing, who was almost thrown out of the street: "——You guy! Watch out for Surtu.
!”
"Look at it! What do you think I, Eld, do, work as a slave and servant for you?"
"I don't want you to keep watching. Today's events give us a little hope... I will bring the medicine again! The next experiment No. 2 will definitely succeed!"
"Who cares about you! Get out! Get out of my sight!"
Cursing, Duan Qing got up and ignored the angry old man's voice. Duan Qing also slapped a few blades of grass that were stained when he was thrown on the grass. He glared back at the vaguely present figure in the tent.
Those observing eyes were closed back, and then he generously opened his sleeves and left the place: "Hey, let this guy get thrown out again."
"..."
"It doesn't matter, at least this time it proves that our research is very effective."
Falling into an inexplicable conversation mode again, Duan Qing wiped his nose and muttered to himself: "As for the effect... I got some useful information, right?"
"..."
"I don't know who that divine envoy is."
His eyebrows furrowed a little, and Duan Qing's eyes followed the sigh as he looked towards the groggy sky: "But in my stereotype, something like 'Blood of Dragon Ni' sounds very noble.
It is definitely not something that ordinary people can take out. If the Hulun people cannot reach the level of this strange wine, then the suspicion of belonging to this unknown divine envoy will naturally increase."
"..."
"Look, this is what I want to say."
I don't know what the other party answered at this time, Duan Qing's mouth pulled out a smile again: "According to Hu Mobei's words, the battle between the beast tide and the Hulun tribe has been around for a long time. If the sacred mountain will be...
If the divine envoys have been placed here for such a long time, it is impossible for them to be unaware of the threats occurring here."
"From this point of view, the Holy Mountain is definitely not a 'sanctuary' in the minds of the grassland tribes." At this point, he let out a cold snort: "At least the Holy Mountain is not willing to protect these grassland tribesmen seeking refuge. They let it go
These people are left to fend for themselves on the grasslands."
"..."
"Well, the law of the jungle and survival?"
Seemingly hearing the other party's voice again, the player's expression became relieved again: "What you said seems to make sense. This is a method used to screen powerful tribes and qualified tribes... Hmm.
"
"It sounds like the sacred mountain is the one that sends the beast tide to ravage the grassland."
This chapter has been completed!