Chapter 43 The Origin of Dalaran's Forbidden Land

"Don't you find it strange?" The butterfly dance did not retain the swords, and did say such a irresense sentence.

The swordsman glanced: "It's the strangest thing to sit here and waste time."

"This village is called Dalaran, and the place where Jian Xiao wants us to gather there is called Dalaran's forbidden place. Don't you think it's strange that the two are 150 miles apart?

Butterfly Dance is still full of smiles at this point. It looks like it is not mixed at all and looks particularly sincere.

The swordsman sat back and said, "The names of the two places are the same. What's the doubt?"

"Do you know how many people were in this village before?"

The swordsman gave a white look: "I'm not from here. How can I know such a thing?"

"Dalaran was not a village at all more than 20 years ago, but a town with a population of about 50,000. Because of the world-famous war more than 20 years ago, almost all the people of Dalaran were massacred, and the place of the massacre was the forbidden place of Dalaran. More than 20 years ago, there was no forbidden place name in this land. The words of the butterfly dance are very slow and meaningful.

The swordsman understood too well. Once the butterfly dance was mentioned, the swordsman understood something and couldn't help but feel nervous. "Is it the current Kester City after the devastating slaughter of Dalaran?"

"I can't see that you can draw inferences. Such a far-reaching problem has been thought of. The butterfly dance looked at the Soege swords with admiration.

"But what else can such an answer prove besides proving that I am the son of their enemies?"

"Don't you think the sword flute has set the location of you and the broken sword gate round strangely? You know, more than 20 years ago, Jian Xiao was basically responsible for all the information in your father's hands, including logistics. The butterfly dance said with a board and eyes.

"But this doesn't mean anything?" The swordsmen spread out their hands to show their incomprehension.

"At that time, after your father killed almost all the population of Dalaran, he immediately landed directly into the Golden Tribe through the wooden eagle in Dalaran."

The swordsman was excited. Yes, the sentence of the butterfly dance was the most critical. The swordsman suddenly understood what the butterfly dance was talking about. However, the swordsman immediately swooped for a few minutes: "Where are we going to get wooden eagles?"

"Maybe we need to go back to the forbidden place of Dalaran, or Jian Xiao hid the wooden eagle there." The butterfly dance is speculative.

The sword clan is speechless: "You all rely on speculation."

"We will know when we go to the forbidden place of Dalaran." Butterfly dance said and took a sip of the tea on the table. Pick up the silkworm soft sword and go northwest.

On this walk, the swordsman and butterfly dance walked quite slowly. Yesterday, it was really unrestrained to run all the way. The speed of the vertical sword and horizontal knife can be called a meteor, which caused the sword clan and the butterfly dance to catch up at this speed when they chased. Today, the swordsman and butterfly dance do not use such a fierce speed. That night, the swordsman and the butterfly dance finally arrived at the forbidden place of Dalaran. But this is also tiring. The distance of 150 miles is really not so easy to walk.

As soon as the swordsman and the butterfly dance stepped into the small valley where the sword and sword fought yesterday, more than 20 shadows jumped down from above: "Young Master."

Listening to the sound, the swordsman knew that it was a different sight: "You are all here."

"It's all here." Yi Jianchen and the rest of the Broken Swordmen brothers spoke in one voice.

"Who came here 20 years ago?" As soon as the sword clan finished speaking, it heard one after another's answers. The sword clan could see that there were as many as eighteen. The sword clan can better understand the intention of Jian Xiao: "So these 18 brothers are all revisiting their hometowns?"

"Young master, the brothers did come here more than 20 years ago." The purple sword is boundless.

"Then you must know that my father landed on the golden tribe with wooden eagles."

"It's useless to know this. We didn't bring wooden eagles from China." The Purple Sword is boundless to point out the key problems.

Butterfly Dance waved to everyone to listen to her: "Your young master and I speculated that they hid a batch of wooden eagles here 20 years ago. We need to find out."

"Is there such a thing? Why don't I know why the doorman didn't tell us?

"This is a military secret. Jian Xiao can tell you casually." Naturally, Butterfly Dance does not have much patience.

"Since the young master has said something, brothers, two groups, look for it quickly." As soon as Zijian Wuya spoke, the disciples of the Broken Sword Gate immediately divided into two groups and found torches all over the mountains and began to look for the so-called hidden quartermaster warehouse.

"Where do you think this place is hiding the wooden eagle?" Butterfly dance lay on the stone and looked up at the starry sky. In his words, he did ask the Swordsman. After a while, the sky was basically dark.

The swordsman shook his head: "I don't know either." After saying that, the swordsman looked at the stars in the sky, and his heart was homesick. With so many stars in the sky, they didn't know which one was the sun. Thinking of this, the swordsman looked to the other side. A round of demon moon appeared in the sky, which looked really like the moon in the previous life, but the round of demon moon here will never change, and there is no so-called cloudy and sunny round. Therefore, such a story as the Mid-Autumn Festival is completely a matter of cheating father in this alien world. In the past 20 years, the swordsmen themselves have watched the sky through the night. Although there is no cow B that can understand the general trend of the world, they also see a little bit of the most obvious cowherd and weaver girl in the sky, such as the hunting man Beidou and such miscellaneous constellations. The predecessors of the Shaojian clan have basically all the impressions, but with this, the sword clan can be sure that they are at least still in the galaxy.

But on which planet in the galaxy, the swordsman can't tell whether they are alive or dead. The astronomical knowledge swordsmen cultivated in the previous life are really limited. If he was an astronomer in his previous life, he estimated that even if he could not return to the earth, he could also emit some messy electromagnetic signals. Maybe those struggles and things in the United States in N years could receive distress signals. The swordsman was helpless when they thought of this.

"Wake up."

In the haze, the sword clan felt that someone was pushing itself. The sword clan slowly opened its eyes and found that it was dawn, and a round of demon sun rose into the sky.

"I really admire you. I can sleep in such a place. I was busy recovering my true qi the night before yesterday. I didn't sleep." The butterfly dance said and threw a string of fruit over. This kind of fruit sword clan is still well-informed, Ganoderma lucidum. Although the name was about to die, the swordsman was speechless and burst into tears when they saw it. In fact, this thing was a bunch of grapes. The grapes are not as delicious, not sweet, and they do emit a milky fragrance. It seems that this is the breakfast today.

"What about them?" The swordsman threw a grape into their mouth and looked at the butterfly dance, and their eyes swept away without any trace of them.

"The work has started."

"They looked for it all night?" The swordsman was a little ashamed. At least he was also Uncle Xiao's nephew, and he was too unintentional.

No, they went to bed in the middle of the night. Now I get up in the morning to look for it.

The swordsman hesitated: "Let's start, too."

The demon sun shone into the forest, and the sword clan looked for it in the forest with a map drawn yesterday. The geographical knowledge of the sword clan in the previous life was not bad, but the sword clan now does not understand what the purple sword Wuya painted. There is no high line. The sword clan can only sigh that the scientific and technological knowledge of the people around this life is real. Too backward.

The sword clan simply threw the map to the butterfly dance. This kind of headache map was left to the butterfly dance, and the sword clan began to go high. Butterfly dance took the map handed over by the sword clan and tore it into pieces: "What shrimp, can you draw?"

"Where are we going?" The butterfly dance looked at the direction chosen by the Soege sword clan, which seemed to be the top of the mountain: "Are we going to climb high?"

"I think so." The swordsman nodded.

Butterfly danced and vomited blood, but still gave a kind reminder: "Have you thought about it? Dalaran's forbidden land should be thousands of arms high. I can guarantee that you can only see the blue sky and white clouds after climbing the top of the mountain.

The swordsman unexpectedly despised the butterfly dance: "Did I say I was going to climb to the top of the mountain?" Let's find a place halfway up the mountain at most to see where it is the most hidden and where we go.

This word won the high approval of Butterfly Dance: "If you look for it like Broken Sword Gate, I guess they can't find a place even if they find death." As soon as he finished his words, he couldn't wait to swallow them back into his stomach.

"Young master, the owner of the door has found a clue." A disciple of the Broken Sword Gate in the rear shouted to the sword clan.

The swordsman glanced at the butterfly dance, and the other party's natural expression fell into the eyes of the swordsman and had to be admired.

"Let's go." The butterfly dance showed a comfortable expression, but it was a pity that there was no audience.

Two white shadows rushed down, and the speed was beyond the reach of all the disciples of the Broken Sword Gate. The sword clan and the butterfly dance asked for the direction and rushed to the dust.

"Young Master, look at this." Hejianchen picked up something from the ground and threw it to the Soege Swordsman.

It's black, but the sword clan can't see what it is. The sword clan caught it: "Machine gear?"

"You found this." The butterfly dance picked up a gear from the ground. After saying that, the butterfly dance looked at the gear carefully: "Can you see anything?"

The sword clan is speechless: "It seems that you have never touched the wooden eagle?"

Butterfly Dance nodded: "Who has nothing to touch that kind of high-frequency thing that can die without burial? Isn't that nothing to die?"

The swordsman really coughed: "I can tell the door owner of the butterfly that they are all masters of wooden eagles."

The butterfly dance immediately closed his mouth and did not talk. I have really offended others by accident these days.

"When we found this, we just found evidence that there was a wooden eagle here in those years. Can't this thing prove anything?" After saying that, the swordsman threw the wooden machine gear on the ground: "Everyone looked carefully. Maybe the wooden eagle is nearby."