Chapter 77 The Death of the Mock Wizard

"Do you think there are fewer people?" Dugu picked flowers and looked at the Wanrong girl opposite and drooled. Of course, there was water flowing down from the corners of his mouth, or the wine still needs to be investigated. It is likely that there is both wine and water.

"Brother So." Wanrong looked at the firelight over there with her hand against her head.

"Yes, the young master and the doorkeeper are not here." When he suddenly patted his thigh, he suddenly remembered that everyone got up, just two big-level figures.

"What are you worried about? Didn't they go out to find a way out a long time ago? Zijian Wuya continued to pour wine into his mouth.

The big guys suddenly realized that these two bosses did go to do this important thing.

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"Will they die?" The dwarf beside Mock went to Mock's wizard and whispered.

"How long has this fire been burning?" The wizard Mock looked at the already darkened house, and a heat wave hit his side tirelessly.

"It has been burned for three hours, and another half an hour is earlier"

"Shoot the fire, so that the master of the ninth floor of the wingless realm should also be burned to death." The wizard Mock waved back to the dwarves who continued to throw firewood into the house.

"But they didn't make a call." The dwarf behind Mock was a little uncertain.

The Mock wizard shook his head: "Maybe he was killed by the dwarves in the tunnel. Is there any news from the tunnel?"

"Lord Mock, I'll go and have a look."

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"God's sins are forgiven. If you do your own sins, you can't live." A middle-aged man in black sat on the roof and looked at the busy dwarfs in front of him, holding the wine pot in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

"Don't make yourself look like a saint. If it hadn't been for the chapter of earth escape in the book I brought, we wouldn't have been able to get out at all." The young man in white also held a wine gourd.

"Your sister, how dare you say that it's called a book? The handwriting is so thin that a piece of paper is a martial arts, which is copied in the library.

The two white and black men in front of him are the sword flute and sword clan that have disappeared. After drinking the last drop of wine in the gourd, the sword clan said, "Let's go, don't let them wait for a long time."

"Let's go, go back to bed." After saying that, Jianxiao filled the last wine and casually threw the bottle towards the firelight.

"Dong." With a sound, the bottle directly hit Moke's head, and a bean-sized hole appeared on Moke's head, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The wizard Mock touched the back of his head and fell directly to the ground. Just now, there was a dwarf who immediately messed up into a pot of porridge.

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"You did it on purpose." The swordsman looked at the panic over there and stared at the sword flute in front of him.

"This is a sin of heaven, which is forgiven. If you do your own sins, you can't live." Jian Xiao waved his empty hands: "I just threw a bottle casually."

"You threw a whole 200 arms and used a bottle like a hidden weapon. Do you want me to believe that you didn't mean it?" The swordsman looked speechlessly at the dark shadow walking ahead.

"I just experimented with the wizard's reaction ability and the strength of his skin. I didn't expect the wizard to be so fragile." Jian Xiao walked in front carelessly.

"You are really good at making excuses." The swordsman couldn't laugh or cry. He recalled the process of throwing the bottle for a long time and was a little suspicious: "What did you put in the bottle?"

"Nothing, I stuffed the bottle stopper into it. I believe that if this plug goes well, it should stay in the other party's mind."

"You are so sinister." The sword clan burst into tears again.

"I think we are worse than your escape technique." Jian Xiao said carelessly.

"Well, you blocked the exit of the tunnel. I believe the people inside should be dead. Either die of heat or difficulty breathing.

"It's okay. They can climb up from that tunnel."

"Is it okay?" The swordsman looked at the other side of the mess into a pot of porridge: "There is no ladder in that place, and it is still in the shape of a shaft. At least there are ten arms. If it can come up, it will probably be hot to death."

"I didn't mean to." Jian Xiao said casually.

"But I think you did it on purpose." The swordsman looked at their uncle with certainty.

"Well, it's still the same sentence, God's sins are forgiven. If you do your own sins, you can't live."

The sword clan sighed helplessly: "Obviously, it's what you did, and it seems that you have a good reason."

"Let's go, someone is coming." Jian Xiao changed a calm tone. Then he lowered his head and walked quickly, rather than walking.

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Steel sitting on the throne in the hall. The * book in the hand of the copper beard fell to the ground, and his face was full of astonishment, doubt, and even uncertain.

"In the words of the Hui patriarch, the Mock wizard was attacked by a bottle, causing a brain injury to death." The dwarf A, who knelt on one knee on the ground of the hall, had to repeat it again.

"It's really a wine bottle." Steel. The copper whiskers finally came to their senses. I really can't believe that the old and immortal Mock wizard would be smashed by a bottle to meet Thor. Will the dwarves be so fragile when they reach a certain age?

"For the patriarch Hui, this is the bottle. Burned in the official kiln of the Qin Empire. About a year ago, it was filled with Foster wine. The dwarf armor held the bottle from the bodyguard behind him and handed it to the guard.

The wine bottle is dark red, and the bottom of the bottle is also engraved with four words "Daqin Guanyao" and then put the nose to the mouth of the bottle, steel. The copper mustache can immediately smell a strong smell of Foster wine. The bottom of the bottle was also broken into a large hole. Steel. The copper beard weighed the bottle in his hand, which was really heavy.

"Dor have you found the cork?" Steel. Tongxu thought for a moment and asked a key question: "The drinker should probably throw the cork on the ground, find the same plug as this bottle, and find out what kind of person appeared at the place where the stopper fell in the morning. This person should be the murderer." Steel. After saying that, Tong Xu put the bottle in the hand of the bodyguard next to him.

"If you say Hui's patriarch, you haven't found the bottle stopper. The brothers have been looking for the area behind Mock for a long time."

Steel. The copper beard was stunned again, and he really didn't expect such a thing. Steel. Tong Xu thought for a moment and thought of the key question: "Then who has this bottle of Foster at home?"

"Only Mock's house has it. This bottle of Foster is worth 80 French coins alone, and this bottle is still filled with the best Foster."

Steel. Tong Xu was completely dumbfounded, and his head couldn't turn around. It can't be said that Mock hit himself to death with a bottle. That's pure bullshit. Steel. The copper beard still didn't give up: "Really not?"

"Yes." Dwarf A looked at the excited steel sitting on the throne in panic. Copper whiskers.

"Ter, where." Steel. As soon as Tong Xu heard that there were other places, he suddenly felt a little relieved. When the Mock wizard died, he had to give an explanation to the clan, otherwise the rest of the chiefs of the golden tribe would not rebel.

"There are 28 bottles of such bottles of Foster in the patriarch's palace. We need to check the number."

Steel. The copper beard suddenly burned only nine heavens, and he really doubted himself, but this fire, steel. It's not easy for the copper beard to burst out directly. He iron plate his pancake face and said with a roaring physical instruction, "Those bottles of Foster have been drunk by me for a long time, and the bottles are still in the warehouse. If you want to count, go by yourself." Steel. After saying this, Tong Xu suddenly felt a little embarrassed and coughed hard. He drank all 28 bottles of Foster himself in private. If he said it, he would not be laughed to death by the chiefs. It is said that a patriarch will drink it secretly.

How dare the dwarf A count the bottles in the warehouse and listen to the steel. The roaring body of the copper whiskers knew that he had said something wrong. If he counted it, he would definitely kill himself. The death of the wizard Mock and his own life are naturally important.

Steel. Copper must know that if the picket continues, it will only be more chaotic. A wine bottle flying out of the back will kill the wizard of the dwarves, which will definitely be the worst event of the year in the subcontinent. Steel. As soon as he thought of this, he naturally thought of the reputation of the dwarves. The dwarves have always valued three things most, one is wine, that is, Foster, and the same weapon in their hands. The dwarves' technology of making weapons can stabilize the Chinese people, and the golden tribe is best at making weapons in the subcontinent. The third is reputation. The dwarves pay great attention to their own face. In fact, the hospitality of the dwarves is one of the manifestations of paying attention to face.

Steel. Copper Xu thought of these deeper things and immediately had the idea of closing the case casually: "You just made a text and say that the bottle that flew out of thin air hit the Mok wizard, causing the Mok wizard to be incurable madness for many years. As a result, it was cured. Tell the witch doctor to do it as well and don't let too many outsiders know."

How can Dwarf A think so far? He asked stupidly, "What kind of disease is epilepsy?"

Steel. Copper Beard really wants to take a bottle and smash it. Sometimes his head is stiff and there is nothing he can do. Steel. Copper beard slapped the table violently and blushed: "If you ask you to do it, you can do it." Watching the dwarf run away, steel. Copper Beard breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that such a statement could silence the chiefs.

About the death of the Mock Wizard, such a rumor soon came from the Hammer Castle. I don't know who threw a bottle and hit the back of the Mock Wizard on the head, causing the Mock Wizard's long-incurable madness, and finally causing the death of the Mock Wizard. At this time, the mysterious protagonist of this incident was still snoring in the tent.

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