2300 Little Zhizhi (1)
“The wind is bleak, the water is cold. Once a hero is gone, he will never return… return… return…” In the bumpy carriage, a handsome young man held a straw in the corner of his mouth and swung his legs leisurely as he wiped the heavy sword in his hand.
“Little Zhizhi, what are you saying?” The dwarf driving the carriage poked out his head and looked at the leisurely young man.
The young man looked at the heavy sword in his hand and answered with a smile, “I’m not sure. This is something a friend of mine once said. It is normally said when you are bravely sending yourself to your death.”
“You humans are so interesting. You can even say such literal words to send yourself to death.” The dwarf wrinkled his nose. For the straightforward dwarves, the human words were similar to the Heavenly Book.
“Perhaps one day, I will have to send myself to my death.” The young man smiled heartlessly.
“Little Zhizhi! You won’t die. Master said that you are the most talented swordsman he has ever seen. Even among the dwarves, there are only a few that are comparable to you,” the dwarf said seriously. He also carried a small heavy sword by his side. In the Storm Continent, where mechanical puppets were widely used, few dwarves insisted on using heavy swords as weapons. More often than not, carrying heavy swords was just a habit of theirs. Although their swordsmanship was still the same, it had regressed a little compared to their peak.
“That’s because you dwarves are lazy. How domineering is it to swing a sword? Why do you have to put yourself in a machine? Although mechanical puppets are powerful, they are still external forces. It’s better to train your own skills so that you won’t lose them suddenly.” The teenager pursed his lips. He traveled thousands of miles from the Brilliance Continent to the Storm Continent to learn swordsmanship from dwarves who were good at swordsmanship, but unexpectedly, swordsmanship on the Storm Continent had been gradually replaced by alchemy products such as mechanical puppets. Fortunately, he was brought to Storm Continent by a dwarven swordsman who insisted on practicing swordsmanship. In the tribe of this master, the dwarves still insisted on practicing swordsmanship, which made his trip worthwhile.
This man who had traveled across the ocean to come to Storm Continent was none other than Tang Nazhi, one of the members of Phantom.
At that time, the members of the Phantom were scattered everywhere to train themselves. Only Tang Nazhi stayed in the Forsaken Land. Every time he saw the familiar plants and trees of Sun Never Sets, he would be reminded of the scenery and miss his companions who had been scattered to various continents.
It was not until a group of dwarves visited Sun Never Sets that Tang Nazhi gave birth to the idea of honing himself. He handed over the Forsaken Land to Du Lang and Uncle Nine and followed the dwarves to the Storm Continent.
Among the Phantom members, Tang Nazhi’s character was the most straightforward and frank, which was very similar to the character of dwarves. After coming to the Storm Continent, Tang Nazhi had seen the ways dwarves got along. He suddenly felt that compared with the dwarves, he was too tactful.
“Don’t you humans have a saying that each person has their own aspirations? We dwarves are too small and are easily at a disadvantage in the face of a huge opponent. That’s why we rely on mechanical puppets, but our swordsmanship is also very good.” The dwarf proudly puffed out his chest as his sense of honor exploded.
“Yeah. Do you know why Mumu Fan called me to the capital city in such a hurry?” Tang Nazhi asked.
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