Chapter 919: Mo Cheng from the Unarmored
After strengthening his body, Mo Cheng walked outside and found that half a day had passed.
He didn't need to worry about the Qilin Tribe's affairs for the time being. The convoy of food, fodder, and weapons sent by Yue Yao also meant that he didn't need to worry about the Qilin Tribe's logistics.
Now, it seems that Mo Cheng has nothing to do except waiting for the departure time.
Mo Cheng thought about it and walked towards the Qilin tribe’s horse farm.
The Qilin tribe is similar to a nomadic people and is good at raising horses. Mo Cheng found his own war horse at the horse farm.
The horse king with pure white hair stood there, and the surrounding war horses seemed to be afraid and dared not approach. Some even knelt down and bowed their heads to show respect when the horse king passed by.
After Mo Cheng approached the horse farm, the horse king seemed to smell the scent of its master. After a neigh, it started to rush towards Mo Cheng.
The momentum was like a tank rushing at full speed, giving the most explosive impact and crushing to any fool who interfered and stood in its way.
But Mo Cheng did not dodge or evade. He just raised his hand and neutralized the horse king's impact. At the same time, he kept shaking his head left and right to avoid the horse king's sticky tongue. "Okay, okay, stop licking."
No one knows whether this horse king only respects the strong, or has simply been tamed by Mo Cheng. Anyway, it is very close to Mo Cheng. Even the people in the Qilin tribe are surprised, because when it was partnered with Bao Lian, Bao Lian would let the horse king eat before he would eat. Not only did they eat and live together, but Bao Lian also washed and brushed the horse king's fur every day, and he would not even let anyone touch the horse king.
But even so, it cannot change the horse king's indifferent and cold appearance.
Mo Cheng felt that this might be because the Horse King knew that Bao Lian would never do anything to it, and even if it went on strike, Bao Lian would have to be carefully appeased.
And if I get angry with Mo Cheng and go on strike...
Mo Cheng doesn't mind treating people to a meal of horse meat.
From its reaction, it can be seen that this horse king understands human nature and is a bit snobbish.
"Should I give you a name?"
Since it was his own mount, he naturally had to give it a name. However, after thinking for a long time, Mo Cheng couldn't think of any good names. "Xiaobai, Baixue, Taxue, which name do you like?"
The response he got was that the Horse King turned his body away and snorted continuously, obviously looking down on these names.
Well, Mo Cheng shrugged helplessly. He was very good at accepting the fact that he was bad at naming.
However, when the Horse King turned around, he saw the storage bag hanging around Mo Cheng's waist and immediately thought of some scenes. He lowered his head and kept touching the storage bag, with a look of flattery and desire in his eyes.
Only then did Mo Cheng remember what the storage bag hanging around his waist was about. After killing the Golden Eagle Khan and the Golden Eagle Sacred Beast, he borrowed a storage bag from Yue Yao to contain the Khan's head and the body of the sacred beast, but he forgot to return it.
In the following time, Mo Cheng was so busy with the affairs of the Qilin tribe that he forgot the existence of this storage bag.
"Hey, don't touch it, this thing belongs to someone else."
Pushing the horse king's head away, Mo Cheng opened the storage bag and took a look. In addition to the head of the Golden Eagle Khan and the corpse of the sacred beast, there were other things inside.
Mo Cheng didn't look carefully at what it was. He just took out the head and the body and closed the door, planning to find a time to return it to Yue Yao.
Then he saw the Horse King looking at the corpse of the sacred golden eagle with a longing look on his face. The look in his eyes was like a pedestrian who was about to die of thirst in the desert and saw an oasis.
I don’t know how a horse’s eyes can express such complex emotions.
The head of the Golden Eagle Khan and the body of the sacred Golden Eagle seemed to have stopped in the storage bag. When they were taken out, there was still a murderous aura from the battlefield that had not faded away. The murderous aura frightened the other war horses and they fled to the far end of the racecourse.
This evil spirit even alarmed the Great Shaman Priest, who hurriedly approached. When he saw the head of the Golden Eagle Khan, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "This, this is... the Golden Khan?!"
"I killed the Khan of the Golden Eagle Tribe. Is there any special use for his head?"
Mo Cheng briefly explained how he destroyed the Golden Eagle Tribe. The High Priest's eyes widened and never narrowed after hearing it. It was unknown whether his eyes were dry or not.
"The Khan's head can be used for sacrifice. This is how tribes used to attack the Jueming Mountains. Now that we have left the Jueming Mountains..." The Great Shaman pondered for a long time before saying uncertainly, "Perhaps we can use the sacrifice to extract the evil spirit from the head and use it to temper the physique of the Qilin warriors."
"Does it only take Qilin warriors to temper the body with evil spirit? Can others do it? How much can they temper?"
"Anything is fine, there is no limit, but the body must be strong enough, otherwise it will not be able to withstand the evil spirit and the blood will dry up at best, or die . If it comes to tempering, it will be more than enough for today's warriors to increase several times."
"Then include the 800 cavalrymen from Baigu City. Watch out for those who are not strong enough and don't let them go up."
Mo Cheng still planned to treat everyone equally. The benefits should not only be given to the Qilin tribe, but also to the cavalrymen who were recruited by him at the beginning.
At this time, the horse king seemed to understand something. He kept digging the soil with his hooves and looked restless.
"My lord, this horse king must want the body of the sacred beast."
The Great Shaman gave another explanation, "If the Horse King can devour the blood power of the sacred golden eagle, he will surely reach a higher level, shed his ordinary horse appearance, and perhaps even become a pegasus."
It turns out to be a prop for evolution, no wonder the Horse King is so anxious.
Mo Cheng looked at the body of the golden eagle and suddenly asked, "We only need the body, do you want feathers?"
"This... should not be done."
After getting an accurate answer, Mo Cheng took out the Flowing Water Sword and began to pluck the feathers from the sacred golden eagle. After removing all the feathers from the body, he threw the body of the golden eagle to the Horse King.
Then he put the taken feathers into Yueyao's storage bag and found Yueyao's subordinate in the Qilin tribe. Yesterday, he was sent to help Mo Cheng count what materials the Qilin tribe needed, and to hand over the materials delivered.
Mo Cheng handed the storage bag to the other party and asked him to pass it on to Yue Yao.
Originally, Mo Cheng meant that his subordinate could just pass it on when he had time, but he didn't expect that not long after , Yue Yao came directly to the Qilin Tribe.
As soon as she saw Mo Cheng, Yue Yao said, "Mo Cheng, this gift is too valuable. Yue Yao cannot accept it."
Mo Cheng looked at her in surprise, and after a long while he explained, "That's not a gift, it's a trophy. [Xiao Dao] You also contributed that time, so you should have a share of the trophy."
No matter what Mo Cheng said, he would not let his teammates who were doing the dungeon together get nothing.
What you get from the dungeon is a matter of luck, and Mo Cheng has no way of interfering. But dividing the spoils is a matter of attitude, and he will never let his teammates who go into the dungeon together return empty-handed.
"And didn't you throw away all your magic weapons and talismans? I've seen the feathers of the sacred golden eagle. They are extremely hard and can be used to make protective gear to give you some protection."
