The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 103 Searching for Death
The warrior wearing the strange armor was thrown off the city wall by Wuming, fell to the bottom of the city wall, was bounced twice, and was still paralyzed in the mud after all.

The dead outside had been hunted by the soldiers, and there were still some left. When they saw the soldiers, they rushed towards the unconscious soldiers again like a hungry dog ​​who had been fed cat meat buns.

Du Juan, who maintained his previous fighting habits, threw a few more rhododendron pyroxenes. The powerful pyroxene explosive supported by Du Juan's imitation magic will become unstable when it is thrown on the ground, and a magic ball will burst out.

The magic ball sprang out like a poisonous snake, ready to grab the soldier and inject it with poison.

Several magic brilliance swords shot out, hitting the magic ball precisely, detonating it in mid-air.

The shock wave raised smoke and dust, blocking the non-existent sight of the dead.

Another warrior jumped down from the city wall, holding a gorgeous and slender rapier sword, and a few emerald green gem pendants dangled under the pointed heretic magician hat.

Several magic swords appeared behind the warrior again, attacking the nearby dead dead before the soldier landed, crushing the dead dead.

But the power of the magic sword was not as magical as the warrior in the strange armor-it has the power to put the dead to sleep-the skeleton trembled and struggled, trying to get up again.

The swordsman took the opportunity to pick up the strange armored warrior, pushed it to the gate of the city, and shouted to open the door.

"It's endless." Wuming leaned against the wall and looked at the swordsman, "Roger? Why are you here? Why are you everywhere?"

The magic swordsman in green held his sword and caressed his cap, raised his head and smiled at Wuming:
"Have you forgotten? I'm looking for death. There are dead people here, so of course I'm here."

Roger hooped the strange warrior, shook his head suddenly, and avoided the rhododendron pyroxene magic ball thrown by a dead cuckoo.

"Mr. Unknown, can you open the city gate first?" Roger shouted, "We will talk about it later."

Finding no way to be lazy, Wuming sighed:
"Forget it, after all, I want to open the way for my caravan, so I will make a move..."

Wuming stood on the city wall, raised one hand high, looked at all beings with contempt, and slammed down with his arm——

"Give it to me."

The Kaidan mercenaries beside the convoy stared wide-eyed:
"Boss, are you talking to us?"

"Otherwise?" Wuming stared back at them, "I paid you to be bodyguards, and I will do everything, what salary do you still get?"

"Aren't we looking at the car..." a Kaidan mercenary wanted to evade.

"Don't worry, there are still Kalie and the mountain demon here." Wuming made gestures to let the mercenaries slip up, "Hurry up and make great strides. When the stones of this city gate are cleared, you haven't opened the way yet." Alright, I'll open the way myself, and I'll open the way with you."

The Kaidan mercenaries had no choice but to climb up the city wall, slide down the rope ladder, and smash the dead.

Stone City's soldiers were driven down by Wuming to clean up the boulders and gates blocking the gate.

When the gate was opened, the Kaidan mercenaries also completely defeated the Cuckoo Deathborn.

They gathered the dead who would rise again and beat them repeatedly, like peasant women washing and drying by the river.

While beating, collect the weapons, equipment and projectiles from the deadborn to reduce their danger.

The gate of Stone City opened, and the golden chariot came out crookedly.

"Are you going to set off like this?" Roger looked at the crooked golden chariot and smiled.

"Of course not." Wuming looked fiercely at the strange armored warrior in Roger's arms, "I couldn't forgive him for falling to death, not only broke my wheels, but also smashed a lot of my things."

The more you talk about the nameless, the more angry you are, and you go to Roger:
"Give him to me, and I must seek justice."

Roger took a step back with his arms around the unconscious soldier, with a playful tone:

"How?"

"I think his armor is very valuable, it's gaudy, and it makes me feel disgusted. It reminds me of a shiny golden guy. I have to take it off for him."

"Is that what you pay for your wheel?" Roger asked.

"It's my ornament." Wuming said, "Since this person dismantled my wheel, I have to use him as my wheel. I'll turn him into a dead man, and let him be my cow and horse." Pull the wheel."

"Let this guy become a dead person?" Roger laughed after hearing this. "This punishment is too harsh. I'm afraid he will commit suicide on the spot."

"You want to protect him?" Seeing that Roger still had no intention of letting go, Wuming reached for the long sword at his waist.

Roger showed an apologetic smile and did not answer, but his eyes were firm, which meant that he would not let go.

Nameless put down the hand that touched the hilt of the sword: "Know?"

"Friends," Roger added, "old friends from the past."

"Okay, it depends on our friendship... but the death penalty can't be escaped, and the life penalty can't be escaped." Wuming gave up the plan to turn Roger's friend into a dead person, "You don't mind if I stripped his clothes?" ?”

"This..." Roger hesitated, and smiled wryly, "I'm afraid he won't be happy."

"Nonsense, of course he won't be happy." Wuming said, "But why doesn't he think about dismantling my wheels and I'm happy?"

Without saying a word, Wuming pulled the warrior in different armor from Roger's hand and began to peel off the armor.

Roger didn't stop him this time, but just stood aside, and said with some helplessness and deep meaning:
"He's a poor man."

"Isn't it pitiful for me to be a businessman?" Wuming said while pawing, "I was eating melons and watching the fun, and suddenly the wheels were unloaded."

Under the helmet was a pale face.With pale hair, pale face, and narrow eyes, there is indeed a bit of charm on the helmet.

Wuming was about to untie the man's breastplate and undress him, when suddenly his hands stopped.

He stretched out his hand, sniffed the man's breath, and touched the man's neck.

In the end, he even covered his hands with red light, covering the man's face for a while.

"Dead?" Wuming was surprised, "Is this already dead?"

Nameless wondered: "Did I fall to my death? Or was it just crushed to death by a magic ball?"

"He's not dead," Roger said, "he's just gone elsewhere."

"Xiao Luo, I know you can't accept your friend's death, so I put it in a better way. But whether it's going to heaven or somewhere else, this is death, you have to be sad and resigned." Wuming comforted Looking at Roger, it seemed that the death of the soldier had nothing to do with him.

"By the way, you are not looking for death, here, death, fresh." Nameless entrusted the body to Roger.

Roger smiled and shook his head: "For ordinary people, leaving the body of the soul does mean death. But he is different, his soul has gone to his brother."

"To his brother?" Wuming couldn't understand the statement, hesitantly asked, "His brother...is a ghost?"

"What a mess," Roger said. "He has a very special constitution, and he has a twin brother who shares a soul with him. When he loses consciousness, his brother wakes up, and when his brother falls asleep , and he will regain consciousness.”

Roger raised two fingers: "Two bodies, two consciousnesses, but only one soul."

"Is there such a person?" Wuming poked the pale soldier's face, pinched his nostrils, and observed the soldier's reaction.

"Don't, don't." Roger quickly interrupted Wuming, "His body is not invincible during the coma, if it breaks, he will really die."

"You still care about him." Wuming let go of his hand, and observed the pale man with interest, "He is clearly dead in this state, but he is not dead."

"That's right, just like the one who died." Roger stared at the pale face with his eyes closed. "The first thing I wanted to do when I searched for death was to find the reason for his physique."

"That's why you said he was pitiful?" Wuming asked, "Because he was infected with this curse?"

"He used to regard it as a curse." Roger squatted down. "After all, this physique is very inconvenient, whether it is for him or his younger brother."

"Ever?" Wuming asked.

"The Golden Law gave him self-confidence and gave him legitimacy." Roger said, "Although the Golden Law rejected many dissidents and excluded many phenomena as heresies from the legal system, it did not exclude him. physique."

"Then he is so miserable, why do you want to dismantle my wheels?" Wuming said indignantly, "Didn't he just give the dead man a relief - did he make the dead man lose his job! You know that the dead man used me as a wheel How happy are you!"

Roger remained calm: "No way, the Golden Law does not recognize life born from death. He is a fan of the Golden Law."

"How could the Golden Law reject such an easy-to-use labor force?" Wuming said, "I think deadborns are quite good and have great potential. From my experience, such half-dead things always have the last laugh."

"It's useless for you to tell me this, you have to tell him, but I advise you not to tell him that, it's not good for him." Roger said.

"Afraid that his mentality is unbalanced?" Wuming asked.

"I'm afraid he will fight with you, and he can't beat you—so it's not good for him." Roger stood up and threw a few runes to Wuming, "help me take care of him, at least don't leave him in the By the side of the Deadborn. When he wakes up, he should not bother you."

Wuming took Rune and found that the eye mark on it was quite clear, and immediately smiled:

"So generous? Why don't you take care of him yourself?"

Roger said, "Know how I know that talking to him about the dead will get him into a fight?"

Wuming was stunned: "So you said that you used to be friends. You parted ways because of this kind of thing? Just because of this?"

"This is faith." Roger sighed with emotion, "Perhaps it is normal for friends to part ways, just like death is the destination of life."

"That's no wonder our friendship can last forever." Wuming said, "If you treat him as a friend, you should help him get rid of this prejudice, even if you turn him into a dead person and hack him to death with a big sword. ah."

"This is faith." Roger just shook his head, repeated the sentence again, left the pale man without looking back, and turned towards the group of dead people.

Roger studied the dead, muttering:

"It's strange, I didn't see a ship, and there were no dead roots. Why are there so many dead people near Stone City..."

"There are too many dead people, and the death is concentrated, so it is easy to have dead people." Wuming said.

Roger shook his head: "No, dead births are not a normal phenomenon. I'm still investigating the reason why they can't sleep peacefully."

"There's nothing to investigate, I just don't want to die yet," Wuming said.

Roger was speechless: "I don't want to die either. If you kill me now, I won't become a dead person."

"That means you don't want to die that much, at least you don't want to now." Wuming said, "You have never experienced death, you are too graceful and calm. Survival is never a graceful and calm thing."

Roger was stunned, thinking about the deep meaning in the nameless language.

Wuming yelled at the Kaidan mercenaries:
"Come back quickly, wait for you to escort the carriage, and then deduct your bonus if you are lazy!"

"How can we get a bonus?" Kaidan mercenary was wronged.

"Isn't it because you have already deducted this year, can you learn from the mixed race and work harder? If you are lazy, you will be deducted until next year." Wuming is fierce.

"There's no end to the deaths." Kaidan mercenaries complained, "There will always be resurrections."

"What's the use of you." Wuming walked back to Shi Dongcheng with hatred for iron and steel, and took out a whole giant log cut from an old tree.

It was originally a device used to stop the enemy.

The giant tree was covered with a dazzling layer of sacred light.

Wuming crossed the giant tree and swept past.

Seeing this, Kaidan mercenaries and Roger fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, and the strong wind whizzed past everyone's ears, causing a burst of scalp numbness.

The corpses piled together couldn't dodge, they were swept away by this stick, and all of them flew away.

Roger noticed that the skeleton that was swept by the giant tree covered in light did not move anymore.

"This man knows Golden Law Fundamentalism?" Roger muttered.

There are still a few skeletons that were not hit, still struggling to be reassembled and resurrected.

Wuming didn't take another shot to kill, but picked up the bones, ran to the wheel and fiddled with them for a while.

After a long while, Wuming clapped his hands and got up, and the car body had recovered its stability.

There were still extra bones that were not used, and the nameless generals scattered the key parts of the joints, and inserted them into the golden chariot as new decorations.

Wuming deliberately decorated the square top of the hearse with a circle of hand bones and leg bones, which were inserted straight into the edge of the coffin, facing the sky, like flowers of white bones blooming in blooming branches, or like white maggots wriggling on the bones.

Wuming threw the unconscious soldier on the roof of the hearse, surrounded by wriggling bones, and then ignored him.

"By the way, what is this person's name?" Wuming asked.

"D, you can call him D," said Roger.

"Strange name."

"Of course not his real name." Roger said, "He is a cautious person, but also a deformed person. He doesn't want people to know his name and know his past. Names can only be given to trusted people, right? .”

When Roger said this, he looked at Wuming meaningfully.

Nameless completely ignored what Roger meant, and just asked him: "Then do you know his name?"

"Of course I know." Roger smiled, "We used to be old friends."

Nameless stared at Roger's slightly bitter smile:
"Shall I give you a ride?"

"I said, I'm not suitable to appear by his side." Roger said.

"His opinion is not important." Wuming snorted and laughed, "If you don't keep all the things he hates by his side and torture him severely, he won't understand that you can't just move things that others pretend. I have to let He understands that he will be beaten up by all kinds of people if he dismantles other people’s things casually—this is my experience.”

"Alright." Roger laughed and walked towards the carriage.

Wuming is also his key investigation target, and he doesn't need to give up the opportunity to get close to Wuming.

Nameless stretched out his hand to Roger, ready to pull him into the carriage, but Roger hesitated for a moment:
"Are you going to wait for me to get on the bus and then charge me another ride?"

"We've known each other for a long time, how can I be so stingy?" Wuming raised his voice, "You are my customer, am I someone who can squeeze customers into a one-shot deal? Come up, come up."

Wuming pulled Roger into the car, turned to the troll and said:

"Work harder, you are a big man with so much strength, it's up to you."

　The source of some of the randomly dropped texts is revealed: Blight is a setting in the early publicity of the official promotion of the ring. From the description, the effect makes people lose their minds and kill each other.However, it does not seem to appear in the text, and it cannot be ruled out that it is the blood curse effect of the blood king; the sea monster in the ocean of the Weeping Peninsula that can smash up the ship is mainly derived from the online beta map.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)