Chapter 32 – The Coldbrook valley (1/2)

Chapter 32 - The Cold Stream Valley

“What do you mean “don’t talk to me like that”? Look what you’ve done!”

“It has been nearly two months since you’ve been given this job! The Mountain of Springs, where you and these slaves have come from, is only hundreds of miles away from here. And these slaves haven’t even built their own shelters as of yet!”

“You had plenty of time and all these people! But you didn’t even start to build a mineshaft! What have you been doing all these days?”

“I’m not finished yet. Could you please tell me where the food for these slaves is? Where is the meat for our companion beasts and beasts that were carrying our stuff? Where are all the equipment we are going to need for exploration and mining work? You just wasted a whole two months here!”

Under the starlight, Ji Xia was waving his arms and yelling at two men, who seemed lazy and haughty.

The two men were wearing metal armours, which were very rare in the Southern Wasteland. After Ji Hao heard Ji Xia’s voice, he stopped walking, and watched quietly from the shade of the cave. He could sense strong powers coming from the heavy swords that they had worn around their waists. Faced with Ji Xia’s complaints, the two men showed arrogant faces, and didn’t seem to take Ji Xia’s words seriously at all.

“Ji Xia, you can say whatever you want. We have sent the five thousand slaves to you as we’ve been told. From now on, you’re responsible for the mining work in the Cold Stream Valley, as well as all other affairs around here, which have nothing to do with us.”

The two men laughed out loud and whistled sharply. Two Iron Clawed Bald Eagles with wingspans of tens of feet, landed not long after in front of them. The two man hopped on the backs of the eagles; the eagles then rapidly rose high into the air, hovered around, and flew towards the Gold Black Mountain.

Ji Xia raised his right arm angrily, but then stopped; his arm froze in the air.

If it had been as before, any man that Ji Xia discovered to be muddling through their work, would be slapped hard in the face by Ji Xia, without hesitation. However, precisely as those two men had said, he was no longer the leader of the Holy Land’s warriors, which meant he had no right to do so anymore.

Mr Crow abruptly landed on Ji Hao’s shoulder.

Ji Hao then walked up to Ji Xia, looked at the two eagles which were gradually becoming smaller and smaller in the sky, and said: “Abba, are they Ji Shu’s people? Do you want me to shoot them down?”

Mr Crow cawed aloud, spurted wisps of fire from its beak.

Qing Ying quietly showed up beside Ji Hao. He pulled out an arrow and started yelling excitedly while he was waving that arrow.

“Yes! Hao’s right! Let’s shoot those bastards down! I only need a single shot for them from this distance!”

Ji Xia put his arm down, tapped Ji Hao’s head, and said smilingly: “Don’t. It was their fault for not doing their job well. But, we can never violate the rule of our clan. We can never take the initiative to hurt our own people.”

Ji Hao gazed at Ji Xia’s pallid face. His mind flashed back to what he had seen during his time in coma. He clearly remembered that Ji Xia had blocked that attack with his own chest; the boiling hot blood of Ji Xia had splashed on his body and face. Ji Hao would never forget that.