The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 102 Departure
Alley Church, the construction of the new round table gradually took shape.

Although many fighters no longer come here frequently, the various unique services can still attract some faded people to continue to be repeat customers.

For example, Haida's rune conversion business has become the most favored service of the faded in the war.

In times of perilous wars, no one knows when he will be knocked down with a hammer and never wake up again.

The runes obtained by the fighters are often spent overnight, either to find women or to improve their strength.

And Haida can meet these two needs at the same time, and the soldiers can also pay respects to Mr. Single Finger and listen to the story that can soothe the irritability and restore peace to the bloody and sensitive hearts on the battlefield.

The story of the sun can always inspire everyone, bringing courage and will.

"That's why you are not allowed to join the big caravan." Wuming pointed to Haida and announced the members of the caravan.

Haida cried on Single Finger's body: "It's not my fault that my professional ability is too good."

Wuming ran around in the store, making final arrangements before leaving, and handing over various businesses.

Although there were no customers in the whole Paqi old store, they were all busy, preparing for the unknown journey.

Several faded customers came to the store on horseback, looked at the rare busy scene in the store in surprise, and greeted Wuming familiarly:
"Boss, where are you going?"

"Go to the Lake District." Wuming said, "If you don't come to visit, I will find a way to open up new sales channels."

The faders laughed together: "No way, we also have to eat."

"Now I know we're here." Wuming snorted, "Looking for Haida?"

"Find the blacksmith," said the faded one.

"There should be a blacksmith shop over there, right?" Wuming said, "Why do you still come here?"

"Hyde is too expensive." The Faders shook their heads, pointing their fingers at Wuming's account. "The forging stone is swallowed like a bottomless pit, so it's really unusable."

"Is Hyde so dark?" Wuming was stunned when he heard that, "Then you go to the blacksmith shop to strengthen it. We just came to a good blacksmith, authentic giant inheritance, good weapons, made by giants!"

Although some didn't react, Wuming still didn't forget to put out the advertisement.

The faders happily went to repair weapons when they heard that more professional ones were coming.

But after a while, they came back to Wuming with howls:

"Boss, why is this so dark? Let's unite to make war fortune!"

"Black?" Wuming didn't understand, "Don't talk nonsense, let me tell you, how am I black?"

"The price has increased, how come the forging stone has doubled?" said the faded man.

When Wuming heard this, he dragged the faded man to confront the mountain demon blacksmith.

The mountain demon blacksmith was also very aggrieved: "It's always been this price, and it costs two forging stones once you grind it."

"Do you want two stones?" Wuming was also surprised.

"Don't you need it?" The mountain demon was even more surprised.

The nameless mountain monster and the faded one looked at each other, and sat down to review the game.

After talking for a long time, I finally came to a consistent conclusion——

The current forging industry at the junction is inherited from giants and transformed from mountain monsters into technologies suitable for humans.

Ordinary weapon forging requires two forging stones at the beginning, then four or six, and when the weapon is hardened to a certain level, it is necessary to upgrade the forging stone and use harder and more suitable forging stones to continue sharpening.

After repeating this, at least 96 forging stones are needed to polish the weapon to the extreme and reach the level of a hero weapon.

"unacceptable!"

Before the faded person could speak, Wuming took the case first and got up in a rage.

"96 pieces? Is this a forging technique used by humans?" Wuming said.

"It was passed down from the giants," said the mountain demon.

"No wonder the giants are extinct." Wuming snorted.

The mountain demon blacksmith looked at Wuming in surprise:

"Listen to you, can you halve the required forging stone?"

"Isn't that natural?" Wuming said, "Two forging stones are needed to sharpen a blade? What a waste! Give me a stone to sharpen it!"

Nameless was furious:

"And how did you divide the material of the forging stone into so many levels? Isn't the fading stone very good, the forging stone used for ordinary weapons is ten times that of the fading stone?!"

"It's passed down from our ancestors..." the mountain demon blacksmith whispered.

"I don't care who your ancestor is, I will use my technology in the future." Wuming dropped this sentence, ran to the corner, and found Se Lian, "Is there any scroll, give me one."

A bundle of scrolls slowly floated in front of Ser Lian, and was handed to Wuming.

Around the scroll, there is a trace of red air.

There was a big sword next to Ser Lian, who was studying the technique of controlling objects through space.

This is the nameless method. Combat skills are the result of the soul of a warrior who has been tempered for thousands of years, and it condenses the skills of a warrior.

As long as you can decipher this technique, you can learn their combat skills.

As expected of a genius, Se Lian quickly completed the basic analysis.Although it is not fine enough to control the pen tip to write, the future of completely replacing hands to work is already visible to the naked eye.

"Excellent, keep practicing." Wuming praised Se Lian, picked up a pen, and wrote vigorously on the scroll, quickly filled the scroll, and handed it to the blacksmith of the mountain demon.

Se Lian leaned over from behind, and the soft body stuck to the iron armor behind Wuming, looking at the scroll.

After watching for a while, she was a little disappointed:

"I thought it was a magic scroll, I thought you had something new."

"It's a new forging technology." Wuming said.

Although she said she was disappointed, Se Lian didn't go back, and focused on the content written by the nameless pen.

"You want to improve the forging technology?" said Selian.

"Yeah, the current one is too wasteful." Wuming said.

Se Lian stretched out her hand, and another pen and scroll floated to her hand. She drew a few strokes and handed them to Wuming:

"You might be able to use this."

"What is this?" Wuming was a little confused.

Sirian's scroll is simply a complex abstract geometric pattern.

"Cutting of pyroxene." Serlian said, "cutting the wrought stone according to this ratio and method can cut the most usable fragments. Simply put, one large fragment can be cut into three small fragments."

Wuming immediately understood, and murmured: "This is really useful."

Se Lian got up from Wuming's back, waved to him, and went back to her corner: "No thanks."

"Thank you for the extra points, I will give you a salary increase later." Wuming responded happily.

He wrote the scroll and handed it to the blacksmith:

"In the future, I will improve according to this forging technique, and reduce the forging stones needed to strengthen the weapon to the extreme to less than 30 yuan."

The blacksmith's face was a bit bitter: "It's difficult."

"This is an excellent opportunity to surpass your poor ancestor." Wuming patted the mountain demon's leg, "Come on."

The words of surpassing giants are indeed useful. The mountain demon held back his strength, grabbed a small pyroxene prism as a reading glass, and studied the small scroll with great effort.

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The convoy started, and Wuming brought Ka Lie and several Kaidan mercenaries to escort the coffin.

The corpses in the large coffin have been moved out to feed the pool of blood and corrupted relatives.

The large coffin in the vacated place is now full of exquisite silk.

Produced by Parker's sub-human group, in addition to cloth, there are many finished fashions.

In addition to the silk, there is also a portal lying in the hearse, which will then become a gateway to directly communicate with the trade routes in the Lake District.

At that time, other employees who want to go to the Lake District can also come and go conveniently.

Wuming did not ride the Falling Star Beast this time, but once again sat on the magnificent golden chariot.

The war horse pulls the chariot together with a separate mountain monster through iron chains and steel frames, with the chariot in front and the mountain monster behind.

This is a face project specially used to promote financial resources, or it is a practical tool to make Kalia and the academy look up to them.

In order to look more luxurious, Wuming also put many exquisite small objects on the car.

Wuming believes that with Patch exploring the way in advance, his large caravan will go smoothly in the lake area.

Whether the Lake District went well is unclear, but the caravan hit a wall for the first time when it first arrived in Stonewell.

The big caravan has mountain monsters and hearses, so naturally they can no longer take the path, but can only walk through the main entrance of Stone City.

The dilapidated city walls of Stoneville were blocked by rough wooden frames, and the original knights and warriors of Gregor occupied Stoneville.

But this ancient and magnificent castle no longer belonged to Grek.

Grek was missing, and when Grek's knights finally couldn't bear to cut open his fleshy ball, they found only a small hollow, but not their lord.

Stone City lost control of Greck completely, the knights lost their glory and became bandits, occupying the city as king.

"It's a bad start." The mountain demon pulled the cart and teased Wuming who was sitting on the golden carriage.

"Then take this as the starting point of the journey to the Lake District." Wuming stood up from the carriage and shouted to Shi Dongcheng, "We are the orthodox of Ningmgfu - the team of King Nefeli, we must quickly open the city. door, let us pass!"

The nameless voice spread far and wide, reaching Stone's city wall.

Attract dozens of flying arrows.

One of them almost shot through the horse's head, but was blocked by Wuming and flew out.

"Fucking trickster, dare to touch my horse." Wuming was furious.

He just hoped to use the chariot to save face, and seeing the horse in danger, Wuming jumped up immediately, melting the flying arrows against a wall of fire, pushing the wall of fire flat, knocking down the fragile wooden fortifications, and digging a hole in the gate.

The people in the city didn't resist any more. The power of the flames reminded them of the day when Stone City was destroyed, and of the fire butterflies overwhelming the sky.Although the scale of the wall of fire was far from that large, it still made the knights who had lost their glory lose their will to fight.

Wuming helped Neferi with her strength, and after her team assembled, she could enter Stonewell City more smoothly.

But the large caravan marched through Stone City, only to find that the back door was still sealed.

The nameless convoy was blocked at the gate again.

Moreover, the defensive strength of the back door is far stronger than the wooden frame of the main door. It is tightly blocked with huge stones, and most of the troops are also guarded at the rear.

"I have to blast open the doors one by one, right?" Wu Mingyou glanced at the Grek soldiers who followed him.

"This door can't be opened." The Greco soldier quickly explained.

"Are you afraid of being beaten by Du Juan?" Wuming wondered, "Didn't you win, and why are you so strict in defense?"

"We're guarding against cuckoos, but not live cuckoos," said Soldier Greik.

Grek soldiers led Wuming up to the city wall and looked down the city.

Behind Stone City, which has experienced a great war, the land is still in a mess.

The soil is flying, and the broken rocks are like broken bones protruding from the broken earth, piercing the soil layer.

In a land of disgrace, quite a number of people wander in it.

Many of them wore the costumes of the cuckoo, and some of the costumes of Stone City warriors were mixed in between, and the two coexisted peacefully.

All had tattered clothes, stained with mud, leaking rotting flesh inside.

These people's eyes are blank, and the flesh of some people's faces has been completely rotten, and maggots are crawling in and out of the sunken eye sockets, but this does not prevent them from wandering blankly in this land.

Under the soil, occasionally there will be skeletons stretching out their arms and crawling out of the layers of soil.

"Deadborn?" Wuming asked.

The Greco soldier nodded: "There is a cemetery nearby, and there will be dead people occasionally. After the last battle, King Gefrey wiped out the cuckoos and buried them all under this land. Unexpectedly, the death spread to Here, the dead cuckoos have become dead cuckoos."

"Then you should clean it up." Wuming said, "Where is the reason for the dead and dead to block the door and just close the door? At least you have to build a grave for them to dance, sleep and snore on it."

"It's not that simple." Greck soldier muttered, "These cuckoos still retain their fighting habits when they were alive, and they still have a lot of magic props on them, which are amazingly powerful. Besides, if you kill the dead, they will come back to life sooner or later. How do we kill them?" Dead people? And they're really scary..."

"Try to treat them?" Wuming suggested.

"To correct them." A voice came from behind.

Wuming turned his head and saw a soldier rushing up with a big sword.

The warrior's armor is very strange, gold and silver are intertwined, designed in a humanoid shape, but a human shape is outlined by gold and silver, intertwined with each other.Judging from the posture, the golden head dominates, and the platinum head grows on the chest, which is very weird and deformed.

The great sword in the warrior's hand is also intertwined with gold and silver, shaped like a slender cicada's wing.

Although his appearance was weird and his running posture was somewhat deformed, the warrior's movements were surprisingly quick.

He strode quickly, crossed a long distance in a few steps, stepped on the steps prepared by the soldiers for climbing the city wall, climbed up the city wall, jumped high, jumped down the city wall, and came among the dead.

When the living person appeared, the dead people immediately broke out of their dazed state, roared silently at the soldier, and raised their weapons to attack him one after another.

Facing the horrific reanimated corpses, the warriors were unafraid and swung their great swords. The golden wave blades were thrown from the blades of the great swords, and the golden light blades scattered all the living corpses along the way.

Green smoke rose from the bodies of the dead, and the power supporting their actions disappeared at once, and they crumbled into fragments of bones.

The follow-up cuckoo dead and dead were still rushing forward, constantly attacking the soldiers, and the cuckoo farther away took out the blue pyroxene from the satchel at his waist and threw it at the soldiers.

Facing the dead who rushed up, the warrior put away his big sword, stretched his hands to the sides, and assumed a straight posture.

"What are you doing? Radio gymnastics?" Wuming asked, "Our employees also do morning exercises in the morning, which can refresh them."

The warrior's movements are obviously not as simple as boosting the spirit. A golden law pattern appears with his arms extended, engraving an arc-shaped golden circle on the ground.

In this golden magic circle, pieces of dead birthers fell down, and the power that supported their operation was pulled out, and they returned to death one after another, becoming a normal corpse.

The broken bones fell to the warrior's feet, and the warrior didn't even look at it. He kept his solemn and upright posture, like a god looking down on all living beings. The sound of countless falling bones composed a requiem for this god.

Dozens of rhododendron pyroxenes were also shattered together with the broken bones. The pyroxenes were shattered, the magic ball rose, and the overwhelming barrage knocked down the gods who looked down on the world.

The sacred magic circle and strange armor could not block the magic power of the pyroxene. The soldiers seemed to be in the bombing zone, and were thrown repeatedly in the continuous explosions. They were already knocked out and lost consciousness.

Wuming jumped down, and the purple magic circle swept all around, shooting down the following magic balls.

With the unconscious warrior under his arm, Wuming jumped and returned to the city wall.

The mountain demon pulling the cart saw all this and said:

"That looks like a warrior of the Golden Law."

"Really?" Wuming looked at the soldier under his arm, "I just watched him help us solve the roadblock, thinking of saving his life. We merchants are all about an exchange of equal value."

"Oh." The mountain demon said: "By the way, this man tore off the wheels of our carriage just now when he passed by."

"Ah?" Wuming quickly grabbed the top of the wall to look down.

The deadborn wheels on the unnamed golden carriage have never been repaired.

Wuming felt that the Deathborn could provide extra power to the wheels, and it also looked more domineering.

Now the part made up of the dead and born is completely falling apart, and the golden chariot that lost its filling tilted again, and the exquisite small objects placed on the car slipped and shattered to the ground.

Wuming got up silently, returned to the outer city wall with the unconscious soldier in his arms, and let go of his hand.

(End of this chapter)