Chapter 32 bribery to the Yi people

Butterfly Dance took over the ten legal coins handed over by the swordsman, neatly arranged them, and walked to the magician: "Can we stay overnight in the village?"

"That depends on the situation." The Yi magician was a little hesitant.

"What do you think of this?" The butterfly dance stuffed ten legal coins into the wizard's arms, who should obviously be the village head and patriarch.

The saliva from the corners of the magician's mouth flowed down faintly, and the magician was not afraid of losing his state. He twisted the dirty corners of his clothes and wiped them on his mouth. His tongue licked his dry lips, but the following words made the swordsmen painful: "Two thousand French coins must be."

After listening to the magician's words, the butterfly dance stretched out its claws again, and the sword clan obediently offered it. So another thousand legal coins came to the magician.

The magician who got another legal coin folded * into his pocket, and then saluted the swordsmen: "I'm in Antonio. Prusius, the four-story magician of the great wingless realm of the Violet Kingdom, the children of the Viscount Yale, and foreign tourists, in the name of the village head of Dalaran Village, I allow foreign tourists to enter our Dalaran.

"Come on, we are tourists from other places." Dugu Caihua said sarcastically and walked in.

"Let's go first to rest." After saying that, the swordsman stepped into the village.

Before entering the village, everyone thought it was a refugee camp. After entering the village, everyone's image fell again. This village called Dalaran is more refugee camp than the refugee camp.

Dugu really doesn't know how to stretch his feet forward. There is a huge mud pond in front of you, mixed with all kinds of domestic garbage. Look, those tents stand shockingly in this mud pond.

"It rained here a while ago." The swordsman asked the village head.

The village head nodded: "Tourists from other places, please follow me." After saying that, the village head walked in the mud pond as if nothing had happened. The yellow mud keeps making a 'pull' sound. Several militia guards also followed without any fear and walked in.

Seeing that the Yi magician seemed to be nothing, several girls retreated. Seeing everyone retreating, the sword clan proposed, "This village is not large. Let's go around." Everyone praised this as a wonderful idea.

So the group began to circle outside. After a long time, they couldn't find a slightly cleaner way. The tents of the small village head of Dalaran were actually built in the mud.

The swordsman finally couldn't help praising the miracle.

Butterfly Dance: "What a miracle." Everyone was worried about the way into the village, and this emotion of the swordsman immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the people.

"This unique practice of repairing houses in low-lying areas will not be seen in our Chinese people for another 2,000 years."

When the swordsman said this, everyone nodded one after another, but the problem was still there. It's still the same question, how can we get in?

"The depth of the rotten mud pond is not very deep. Why don't we go there like this?" Dugu picked flowers and measured it with his fingers: "The mud at the height of only ten fingers is not a problem." Ten fingers: equivalent to ten centimeters on the earth)

"Go, go." The butterfly dance said and kicked out. I can't wait to kick a dog and eat shit. Dugu's body method of picking flowers is obviously on the table, and the foot of the butterfly dance was dodged by Dugu's waist.

"Let's fly there with light power." Casting Jian Wanrong proposed.

"We can only fly from this end to the other end of the village, and there is no place to settle down halfway." As soon as the swordsman finished speaking, the village head just came out of a tent in the center of the village. The village head stepped on the mud and walked to the swordsman: "Sir distinguished guests, do you have anything dissatisfied with?"

"No, no." The swordsman couldn't stand the village head's enthusiastic attitude and quickly waved his hand.

"We just don't know how to get in?" Butterfly Dance decided to throw this problem to the village head in front of her.

"Lord Almighty God of Light, the rain you dropped has caused trouble for distinguished guests from far away from home. Please allow your people to cut down the creatures of nature and make a way into the village for these distinguished guests from afar. The village head saluted the east respectfully and humbly with his hands.

The swordsman suddenly felt very troublesome after listening to the village head's wordy words, and their feelings had to cut down trees to pave the way for them. The swordsman quickly saluted the village head: "Don't be so popular. In fact, we have nothing to do. If you stay overnight, don't take it seriously. We can leave Dalaran now. The village head really doesn't have to stir up the public for us.

"Do you want to dislike us, Dalaran?" The village head's mouth turned around and said very harshly.

"No, no, we still have something important to deal with. Passing by your village, I just want to ask about something." The swordsman's heart is that when these two people talk, they are entangled.

"So that's it, distinguished guests from other places, please ask, the people of the God of Light must know everything and say everything."

Swordsman: "What happened to Maglas City and Kester City?" The swordsman said and took out the drawings that he had studied countless times: "Why didn't we meet Kester City along the way?

The village head took the drawing, looked at it carefully, and compared it with his finger. Then he handed the drawing to the swordsman: "This drawing has been around for some years."

"Bullshit, my map was bought by someone the year before last." Butterfly Dance was obviously dissatisfied with what the village head said.

"Distinguished guests, please don't swear on Dalaran's territory. So as not to pollute the holy land of Dalaran. After saying that, the village head saluted to the sky.

Butterfly Dance was quite helpless. I wanted to lose my temper directly. At worst, I would erase the small village in front of me at one stroke. Unexpectedly, the swords were quick-eyed and quickly, and they dragged the butterfly dance secretly with lightning.

Sword clan: "Don't pay attention to it, village head, please speak."

"Last year, a storm destroyed the original Kester City, and it was later said that the king ordered the military fortress to be rebuilt 200 miles north of the original site. That is, the new Kester City, which is less than 20 miles away from Dalaran.

"Or did you draw the wrong map." Dugu picked flowers and pulled the butterfly dance's hand and gloated.

"Shut up your stinky mouth." The temper of the butterfly dance is obviously not covered. It broke out, not to mention that it is angry now.

"So, village head, what has happened to Maglas and Kester recently?" The swordsman understood the reason why they couldn't go to Kester after walking for a long time. Although they were speechless, they were not struggling with this problem.

"A while ago, I heard that a group of Chinese thieves came and killed 16 sacrifices in two cities. They set fire in Magras, set fire for four days in Kester, and killed one or two hundred soldiers. I heard that if it hadn't been for a nine-story magician from Elis, this group of despicable pagans would not have been good. Give it a break." After the village head finished speaking, he did not forget to add, "Lord, please send these evil infidels into 18 layers of hell."

The swordsman couldn't wait to slap the village head in front of him directly. "Does the village head know some information about the group of people, such as dress and origin or where he went?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" The village head looked at the three women and two men in front of him and was a little alert.

"We are bounty hunters sent by the Chinese country. We sneaked into your country to catch and kill this group of traitors." After saying that, the butterfly dance shook his shoulders and shook his hands away, including the hands that were constantly making small movements at the moment when Dugu picked flowers.

"Lord Almighty, you really opened your eyes." After saying this, the village head began to talk, and the saliva fell from the sky, making the swordsmen really helpless. But I have to admire the eloquence of the village head in front of me. After a lot of nonsense, the village head finally said a practical sentence: "They are going north. I heard that the king has transferred 30,000 troops in Elis to encirclege this group of infidels."

"The movement is so big." The butterfly dance was relieved. The 30,000 troops were really horrible. At the same time, it also indirectly proved how powerful the sword flute was to cause trouble.

"Village head, has there been any other news recently?"

"No, distinguished strangers, do you have anything else to ask?"

"We want five pots of water, some dried beef, and some bread, except for two horses." After saying that, the swordsman took out a few legal coins from his arms and handed them to the village head: "I hope you can help me more."

Money can make ghosts grind. This sentence is also common in the Chinese people and the Yi people. In a short time, the village head of Dalaran called a few naked young men to move a large bag of things in front of the sword clan.

Xiao Yu's first sentence made Du Gu pick flowers ashamed: "What a strong muscle." After saying that, Xiao Yu didn't forget to pinch the waist of Jian Wanrong.

"They are Yi people." Dugu couldn't produce such strong muscles, so he had to squeeze in words.

"I know, I want you to say it." Xiao Yu made a grimace after saying that.

The sword clan held the horse in the village head's hand and burst into tears in his heart. The horse was too thin to pull. Dugu Caihua looked at the horses brought by the village head, and the same face appeared on his face: "Can the boss sit on this horse?"

"I will order it." Butterfly dance proudly touched the ribs of the thin horse and patted the strong horse beside him: "Who told you to drink for the horse? Even if you drink, you still add a little ** to the wine.

"I did it to prove that after the horse drank and ate **, the next day it was bound to be extremely fast."

The swordsman's face was cold: "What about the results of the test?"

" boss, you have seen it for a long time. The experiment failed." Dugu picked flowers helplessly spread out his hands.