Chapter 351 (1/2)

Master Maga sighed and his eyes showed a dark color.

The Mengxin apprentice around him naturally understood that master, this was a matter of resentment against the nobles of the principality who secretly murdered him.

If it hadn't been for the accident, he would still be a master of armor making who was sought after by dignitaries in the principality, sitting in more than a dozen villas and thousands of apprentices under the door.

Such talents are abandoned by the principality. It is conceivable that once they are involved in the vortex of the upper aristocracy, even talents are trampled like weeds on the roadside.

Moreover, in order to prevent the master from making a comeback, the powerful aristocrat secretly abolished the master's rank, dissolved his apprentices, exiled to the wasteland, and was monitored by count Sharpe, forcing the other party to create more valuable equipment.

Scar inspires the God of war's secret skill. The flame armor is made by master Maga. It can be seen that the master's handwriting is extraordinary.

”Master, if we go to this group of thieves, once we find your armor making ability, even if there is such a shallow relationship, it's useless.”

The apprentice asked. He raised his head, lay on the pile of wool, glanced over a group of vicious wolf cavalry, and cautiously glanced at the chariot leading the way ahead.

Twelve chariots form a ”mountain” shape, carrying rich materials. They are bound by hemp rope and occupy space like squares. On the nearest car, there are many weapons and armor. In order to show respect for the enemy, they are sorted into two bulging mountain bags. The long knives and magic sticks of the strong of the military headquarters are randomly inserted on them, like two graves

The young apprentice didn't feel sharp and sharp. He threw pity eyes at the two ”graves”. Then a touch of flame bloomed, and a luxurious chariot rushed out.

As soon as his pupils contracted, he was the culprit of the wasteland tragedy, the thief leader known as the ”Fox king”.

Why do a group of wolves obey the command of a fox?

”Hehe, how low do you think he can be when he has such a wolf riding elite?”

Master Maga said lightly, and the fog at the bottom of his eyes dispersed again. He was energetic and had no previous lethargy.

Facing the apprentice's dull eyes, he glanced at the king and lowered his voice: ”the strong man of the golden road is worth everything, including the glory of a armor maker.”

”Master?”

The young man was gradually stunned. With a stiff face and trembling fingers, he pointed to the fox king who set fire in the distance: ”he... Is an extraordinary person of the golden order?”

”Yes, if not, it's not far.”

Master Maga narrowed his eyes slightly, like a shrewd old fox. His Gou way was a little higher than khruv's cultivation.

He contacted several extraordinary people in the Principality of Prynne, and the oppression brought to him by the fox king was no less than how much.

As long as he is appreciated by the other party, there will be an extraordinary person as the backing to quickly let him climb to the peak in a short time and break through the shackles of that layer!

Make a lot of money!

”Bang!”

Just when he was thoughtful, there was an explosion in the rear. A piece of bloody broken bone wiped his scalp and sputtered out.

Suddenly, the master and apprentice stiffened, curled up, squeezed in the pile of wool, looked back, and were stunned for a time.

”Poof poof!”

A mass of rolled turf and clods, vaguely recognizable as a vague figure, ran with people on both legs and rolled all the way.

In the back, a group of dancing people stared and emitted a faint green light, like a walking corpse with a violent buff.