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After explaining to Hiram, Wu Qi thought for a moment, and planned to go to Harvey's hunting party base camp before leaving.

Wu Qi, the base camp of the hunting team, has not been there for a long time, just like Kazan has hardly personally inspected the base camp of the hunting team, and has summoned Harvey, the leader of the hunting team, in the Pale Palace.

Soon at the end of the horizon of Silver Sand, a cluster of houses appeared. The sky was dark and blue, and countless torches had been lit in the base camp of the hunting party. It coincided with the time when the hunting team returned to the base camp after patrolling, and when you looked all the way along the gate of the hunting team's base camp from the sky, you could see a group of hunters walking swiftly on the way back.

There was no Harvey's breath in the base camp, and no one looked up at the sky and saw Wu Qi who had hidden his breath.

Wu Qi lifted the atavism in the sky. Countless ink-black blade scales shrank back under Wu Qi's skin like waves, and the atavistic mask disappeared with it. His white-purple pupils faded, slowly turning back into obsidian human pupils.

In order to secure the throne and minimize the open and hidden arrows aimed at him, Wu Qi had to maintain the aura of the third-order peak life at all times. He remained in the strongest state of atavism except for sleep, wearing an atavistic mask permanently, and even a pair of beautiful and deep human eyes like obsidian were discarded, and the eyes were always white and purple vertical pupils. After such a long time, the appearance of white and purple vertical pupils has changed to the norm of eyes, and no one even dares to be sure that he is still human.

After a hellish period of overconsumption and backlash, Wu Qi has become accustomed to normal atavism. As long as the creatures of the Silver Desert saw a figure in pitch-black scale armor from a distance, and saw the fierce white-purple eyes peeking through the cracks in the eyes of their masks, they would be terrified and respectful to the extreme.

Wu Qi's trip was mainly to see Master Solu, so he deliberately lifted his atavism and turned back into the dark red-skinned human he was at the beginning.

Back when he was just a rookie hunter, Master Soru was willing and willing to take him as an apprentice and teach him the skills to manipulate energy and energy creations. Regardless of the different camps and races of the Apocalypse Abyss and the human race, Master Soru will always be his Wu Qi's master.

There is also the hunting team that taught him to master the art of vanishing archery, and it is also half of his master. Here, it can be said that he is in the place of his rise in the abyss of the apocalypse.

As soon as the atavistic scales filled with cold emotions faded, the human feelings that had been sealed for a long time emerged little by little like drops of water leaking out of a faucet.

Maybe in the end, the Abyss of the Apocalypse is still his Wu Qi's enemy, but at least for now, he won't regard this group of hunting teams that are not human but have a little human touch, and these subordinates who obey his orders as "enemies".

Under the cover of night, Wu Qi, who had turned back into a human form, landed in the base camp of the hunting team. No one noticed him, and he went straight over the firelit area to the brightly lit workshop.

Wu Qi walked into the workshop, and the tone of the workshop was still black iron and reddish heat. Tongues of red and yellow fire erupt from the huge furnace, and two years later, apprentice craftsmen are still carrying materials, inspecting the pulleys of machinery, and finishing up the day's work.

The bearded old dwarf craftsman was still sitting at the forge table, making a new batch of armor.

Wu Qi waited quietly for Soru to finish, and he stood by the door, no one sensed him and no one saw him.

As the 10 minutes passed, the noise from the gate of the base camp became louder and louder. Soru finally put down the armor he had forged and looked up.

Soru looked up and met Wu Qi's deep gaze.

Wu Qi smiled slightly, and Solu saw it. In the background of the scattered clash of gold and iron utensils, Soru did not break this rare "quiet", and he smiled slightly.

After putting on the atavistic mask, no one could see his smile.

"Master, when the disciple returns, please have a drink." Wu Qi said flatly.

Soru smiled, "I've been waiting for a long time. ”

The two of them moved to the restaurant and sat in their usual position. Wu Qi ate the same things, drank the same wine, and chatted with Soru about the gossip of the apocalypse abyss.

It's as if Wu Qi didn't become the throne.

Finally Soru got drunk, talked nonsense, and bragged about.

"Wu Qi, it's been two years, do you know that your legend is now circulating throughout the Silver Sand Desert, and even beyond? The hero Wu Qi, who was once the elite hunter of the hunting team, was a close disciple of the famous craftsman Solu. He killed the Transfiguration Envoy of the Lark Legion in the Lark Forest, and when the Pale Palace was in danger, he accompanied all the envoys to face the 10th Throne Negar and the 4th Throne Frege, who had come to avenge the soldiers, and finally crushed the two high thrones! Although the previous throne Kazan was exiled after the defeat of the Apocalypse, the people of the Silver Sand Desert immediately ushered in a new throne that they could trust and loyal. Do you know what is the point of this heroic legend? Soru said with a slight flush.

Wu Qi gave Suo Lu another cup: "It's 'This hero Wu Qi is the closed disciple of the famous craftsman Solu'." ”

Solule slapped his legs and laughed: "That's right, that's right, it's still my apprentice who can speak!" The closed disciple of my famous craftsman Solu is the Thirteen Thrones, which is even more face-saving than the superb armor that I have spent my life forging in the abyss of the Apocalypse! When your master got together with old friends from the past, the eyes of every old guy looking at your master were absolutely amazing, and your master will never forget it in his life. ”

"Famous teachers produce high apprentices, which should be a good story." Wu Qi said with a smile.

Solu laughed and shook his head a few times, he shook his head not because he didn't agree with Wu Qi's words, but because he was so happy that he couldn't do it.

"Your master and I are blessed."

There were some things that Soru didn't say, and he didn't say when he was drunk, but those words were engraved in his heart, and the words were extremely distinct.

Wu Qi was good to his master, and after the abyss of the Apocalypse, his master also followed. The most important thing is that after becoming famous, Wu Qi is still willing to take off his cold armor, drink and get close to him, the master, and say a lot of words that make the master happy to hear it.

The identity is different now, but the original intention has not changed. Such an apprentice, he will treat it as the meat of his heart for the rest of his life.

"By the way, Master, I don't know one thing yet." Wu Qi said softly.

"What's the matter, say! Master told you all! Soru's tone was all drunk.

"Master, what is your dream?"

Soru had been drunk to the point of dazing, but when he heard the question, his drunken eyes suddenly shone brightly.

"Dreams...... You have helped me realize my dream of accepting a good disciple, and if there is any, it is the highest pursuit of the craftsman - forging a Xuan Bing! ”