Chapter 202

Of course, Lu Ziming would not believe the legends Zhuoma said. Didn't the Mongols use knives? When did you switch to sword. The fart King's sword is just the whitewash of the winner. Behind it is the power Throne made of countless white bones, which can not erase greed, cruelty, barbarism and desire.

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

He doesn't believe in holy mountains and swords at all. If they are spiritual pillars, they will be closer to reality. If there are too many lies, they will become true when they believe in themselves.

"A few years ago, someone tried to enter the holy mountain. Six of the seven people died, and one was crazy. He shouted 'fight to death, fight to death', and no one dared to enter the holy mountain again."

"Then why do you have 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 today. In order to defeat the mutant creatures, we can only take out the legendary holy sword and unite with all the tribes on the grassland. In the past, we all hoped that the goshawk celtan on the grassland could get back the holy sword. For example, dartai is the most promising to enter the holy mountain, and Bala, the warrior around him, is the most powerful on the grassland People. "

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

"Of course, the sword that Taiji wears comes from the holy mountain. It is the sharpest sword in the camp. It is said that the holy sword is 10000 times more powerful than it. It is the real king of the sword." Zhuoma looked forward to looking at the burning flame, the blood in her chest surged, waved her fist, and seemed to have a sword in her hand.

"Why don't you participate? I think you have good skills and should be qualified to enter the holy mountain?"

Zhuoma listened to Lu Ziming's words, like a vented ball, grabbed a piece of mutton and bited in her mouth, "I'm not qualified to participate in the warrior selection competition.".

Lu Ziming didn't understand: "why do you have to be able? Can't ordinary people?"

Zhuoma said reluctantly, "ordinary people can't enter the holy mountain at all. According to the shaman, only the capable can enter the holy mountain, so they can only choose warriors among the capable.".

Lu Ziming was slightly stunned. If Zhuoma was right, the holy mountain is indeed a 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 trial?"

"Of course, but..."

"Just because you're not capable?"

"Yes, isn't that enough?"

Lu Ziming looked up at the noisy camp. A bold idea suddenly flashed in his mind. If Zhuoma becomes a superman, can he also enter the holy mountain? Maybe where can I find the legendary holy sword.

He was immediately startled by his absurd idea. Wasn't he looking for death? How could he think of robbing the holy sword of the Mongols without saying whether he could get it, even if he could be recognized by the Mongols? The best result is to return the holy sword to the Mongols. If things get out of control, he will eventually be chased and killed by all Mongols, and then he can't get out of the grassland at all.

What's more terrible is that they show great combat power. What will sanar think of them? Seltan's killing of the wolf king will be exposed. The Mongols worship heroes, but the object of worship is their own people, not a sudden Han. He can't believe what kind of anger the Mongols will get when the truth is revealed.

At the thought of walking from the gate of hell just now, my previous calmness and prudence were almost confused by the ethereal holy sword. Some things were beyond my ability to take. In the age of civilization, there is a saying that if you want to destroy people, you must first make them crazy, and you almost lost your way just now.

Calm 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 his current ability. A child with gold walking late at night is the way to death. The wise way is to throw away the gold and give up the temptation of greed.

But now he needs a sword, a good sword. Maybe he can find it in the holy land of the Mongols. Entering the holy mountain may be the only opportunity. He doesn't want to miss it.

Zhuoma's eyes didn't leave Lu Ziming's face for a moment. The excitement, surprise, hesitation, fear and hesitation on his face didn't escape Zhuoma's eyes. He didn't understand why the expression on Lu Ziming's face was so rich. It was like seeing his wife who hadn't passed the door for the first time. Did he want to be a woman.

If Lu Ziming knew what Zhuoma was thinking at this time, he would probably fall off the scooter and beat Zhuoma up.

"You must enter the holy mountain. The premise is to make Zhuoma a superman and obtain the qualification to enter the holy mountain?"

At this time, he hesitated. How can Zhuoma become a superman? Let him drink his own blood, no! Once the secret is discovered, he is now in a more terrible and dangerous situation.

He is now very much like the child walking with gold in the dark. There are not many superpowers in the camp, but strong people everywhere. He doesn't have to feel that he can know this. Otherwise, the camp will not limit the qualification that only superpowers can select warriors.

But don't let Zhuoma know that he is helping him. Will he take himself into the holy mountain? I need to let him know that I'm helping him, but I can't reveal my secret.

"I can help you become an able man, but I need your help?"

"You said I could do anything as long as I became an able man?"

Lu Ziming stopped the ecstatic Zhuoma and said, "let me finish first. It's a little complicated. It's not as simple as you think, and you have to swear that you can't tell anyone about it, otherwise I can't help you.".

Zhuoma didn't hesitate at all. She just wanted to swear. She seemed to feel something wrong. She quickly took Lu Ziming and jumped out of the driveway: "we Mongols will give our back to their anda. I am willing to marry you for life and death anda. I will never abandon and never betray the oath. Otherwise, my body will be exposed to the sun and my soul will be swallowed by wild wolves".

Zhuo Ma pulled Lu Ziming down on her knees and drew a blood hole in her palm with her knife. Regardless of Lu Ziming's objection, she also drew a blood hole in Lu Ziming's palm. Then she held her hands tightly and said, "I Zhuo Ma and Lu Jie are anda today. If I break the oath, I will be abandoned by longevity and spend my life in fear and repentance.".

Lu Ziming didn't correct the mistake in Zhuoma's name. If he left the grassland, he might never see Zhuoma again. Do you know the meaning of his name?

"Anda! Road."

"Anda! Droma."