The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 12 Warm Death

In the coastal cave, the demihumans fell to the ground, trembling and not daring to move.

The one who dared to resist was their leader, who is now hung on the wall.

Wuming yawned and looked at Burke:
"Did you find your needle?"

"I found it, I found it, thank you master." Burke replied quickly, but his tone was less excited and more awe-inspiring.

Those demihumans who bullied him, the violent demihuman leaders, Wuming solved them with only one move.

Burke didn't even see how Wuming did it, he just felt that a shock wave was released from him, and the demihumans were all stuck to the wall.

"Just get it." Nameless said, "Bake, I have some questions for you. If you don't know, please ask these people for me."

Wuming told Burke about the appearance of many demihumans in the field.

"Do you know how those demihumans came here?" Wuming asked.

Burke shook his head: "There are many kinds of demihumans, and they are widely distributed. There are demihumans living in many caves, and I can't judge them."

Nameless recalled Patch's injuries, and then looked at the weapons of the demihumans in the cave.

They are basically wooden sticks, and there are occasional iron objects, but they are also rough and rusted.

He remembered that Patch's injuries were all caused by sharp objects.

"Do all demihumans use weapons like yours?" Wuming asked, "Does anyone use axes and swords?"

"Most demihumans use these weapons," Burke said. "We don't have the resources to make iron, so we can only pick up iron from the corpses of passers-by. The demihumans who use axes and swords... should be servants in the city."

Wuming thought for a while, Stone City has no subspecies.

He asked: "Where are there more such demihumans?"

"To the south, Moen City on the Weeping Peninsula in the south, there are many servants of demihumans there." Burke said.

Hearing what Parker said, Wuming stood up and prepared to go.

Burke hesitated and said, "Master, you said that many demihumans ran out into the fields and attacked pedestrians?"

"At least my people were attacked." Nameless said.

"Demihumans are a very weak race." Burke said, "If they are really demihumans from Moen City, they should not dare to run out, let alone attack people."

"Unless?" Wuming asked.

"Unless they can't survive, or go crazy at night." Burke muttered.

"Are you making excuses for compatriots you have never met?" Wuming asked.

Burke shook his head quickly: "Don't dare, in fact, there are many kinds of demihumans. We are just different from human races, but demihumans are not all the same race. I just, just..."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to ask questions, I'm here to investigate things." Wuming said, "Of course someone blocks my way of making money, I will still clear the obstacles."

Nameless touched Burke's head:

"Don't go with me, go to Mengliu Cave with those immortals first. Although the people over there are not friendly, they are very smart and dare not provoke you."

Burke said timidly:
"Master, I'm with you."

"It might be very dangerous." Wuming glanced at him.

Burke gripped the needle tightly:
"I've got the needle, and I want to repay you. Mom said to be kind to kind people."

"It's up to you." Wuming didn't insist, put Burke on his back, wiped the oil from the sword, pointed the sword in the direction,

"Target, Moen City."

Two hours later, Wuming put Burke down.

After another two hours, Wuming held a wooden stick and asked Burke:
"Can you carry me on your back for a while?"

Burke looked at Wuming's figure four or five times bigger than himself, and the iron armor, but he didn't refuse. He just held a sewing needle and began to pray to his mother.

Seeing that Burke was ready to make a heroic sacrifice, Wuming was embarrassed to let Burke carry him on his back, so he could only continue to trek.

With all the runes and food on their bodies, Wuming and Burke hiked from the beach to the cliff, and then started heading south from the cliff.

Wuming went on the road with no supplies, and soon became tired.

"I should leave some travel expenses." Wuming began to miss his own Rune.

He looked at Burke:

"You said I performed monkey tricks on the street, can I earn some runes?"

Burke was a little embarrassed: "I can only sew clothes, no one should like to see it."

Wuming sighed with emotion, and patted Burke's head, and the two continued to drive along the main road, hoping that someone with good intentions would give them a lift.

Hard work paid off, and Wuming really got a free ride.

On the main road, wooden stakes were inserted into the giant monster's chest, pulling the huge coffin.

Under the urging of the knights and the shouts of the guard of honor, the numb monster didn't notice how much the coffin was heavier.

In the darkness, Burke curled up his hands, not daring to move.

After a little groping in the dark, he could touch a broken bone.

Burke didn't expect Wuming to use the coffin as a ride.

Now he only dared to grab the hard iron piece under his feet, which was the armor on Wuming's body.

Wuming is now lying in a pile of bones as if returning home, humming comfortably:
"Other services at the junction are quite backward, but there are buses, which is really good."

Burke corrected tremblingly: "This is a hearse."

"It's all the same." Wuming didn't care.

"Are we not respecting the dead enough?"

"He is dead, not much happier than those immortals who can't die. Do you think I respect those immortals?" Wuming said.

Burke stopped talking, and stayed on the nameless armor.

Strangely enough, in the dark and cold coffin, there were ashes all around, but Burke felt warm and moist while staying on the nameless armor.

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"Found it." Roger clenched his fists excitedly.

In the round table hall, in Sir Baizhi's study, Roger was flipping through a collection of coats of arms.

It contains the coat of arms and connotations of various forces and beliefs.

Sir Baizhi was looking at a map of the junction, heard Roger's voice, and looked over:
"found it?"

"The spiritual fire of the dead bird." Roger said, "Miss Feiya said that she felt warmth and death in Wuming. These concepts are very similar to the dead bird."

Sir Baizhi was shaking his head:

"Young man, you are wrong, the spiritual fire is not warm."

Sir Baizhi knocked the scepter in his hand to the ground, and a cold, dark flame burst out from the finger and pillar on the top of the scepter.

The cold breath passed through the study, making Roger's hairs stand up.

"But death and flames..." Baizhi pondered.

"You have an idea?" Roger asked.

Baizhi said: "Although the nature of the spirit fire is cold, this is indeed a clue. In fact, about the spirit fire, there is a Legion of Fallen Eagles, and they are also somewhat related to the death bird. You may be able to get more clues from it. "

"Falling Eagle Legion..." Roger was a little confused.

He had never heard the name.

"Those are names that have been lost. They were forgotten in the eternal city of Noklon, and Noklon was buried underground. If you want to investigate, you have to find a way to find Noklon." Baizhi said.

Roger bowed:
"Thank you for your advice."

When Roger left, Baizhi immediately summoned a subordinate and ordered in a low voice:

"Go check the godskin and see if they have taught the black flame to others."

(End of this chapter)