The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 196

Hearing that Wuming dared to compare himself to excrement, the woman lifted Wuming up by his collar, her eyes frightening.

Nameless said: "Is this the attitude of asking for help?"

"Who is begging you?" The woman dismissed Wuming disdainfully, "I am giving tasks to those soldiers who follow you, those people have the courage to become kings, not you, a stinky businessman who is only looking for profit."

The woman looked at the caravan opposite the hybrid, looking for something:
"Where are the two fader heroes from last time? The warrior with the heavy armor and sledgehammer, and the bald shield gun warrior."

"Then." Wuming searched in the crowd and showed the woman the way.

The woman said: "Only faders who have the potential to become kings can defeat that blood finger. You are a businessman, issue a hunting mission for me-execute that blood finger, and I can teach them the powerful prayer that has been lost. "

The woman said: "Your faded man can also participate in this mission. He succeeded, and I will naturally help train him."

Nameless thought about it carefully, then nodded slowly:

"I reject."

"Why?" The woman was surprised, "I didn't ask you to go."

"My refusal is naturally the result of deliberation." Wuming listed the reasons, "I have seen that blood finger before, it is very powerful, and it will take a very high price to get rid of her."

"The road to becoming a king is so difficult." The woman said naturally.

"Here comes the problem. If Tuo Fu can defeat that blood finger, he still needs your teaching?" Wuming snorted, "It's annoying that you who have a little knowledge but hide it as a treasure are not as good as turtles."

"What did you say?" The woman took out the knife.

A wrought stone to be precise, with sharp, sharp edges.

Anonymous began with the next reason:
"And the most important point - what about my benefits?"

"What more do you want?"

"I'll release the mission for you, and the faded fighters will help you beat people. You both win, what about me?" Wuming was a little excited, "You have to pay me the corresponding agency fee!"

The woman looked at Nameless as if she was looking at something dirty:

"It's unbelievable that a person like you doesn't have runes in his eyes. Your whole mind is obviously full of runes."

"Stop talking nonsense, bring the red envelope, otherwise we won't talk about it." Wuming reached out to the woman.

The woman passed the sharp forging stone in her hand to the nameless palm.

Then slam it down.

The air was cut by sharp edges, making a screeching sound.

Fortunately, Wuming hid quickly and was not stabbed.

The woman sneered: "I don't need you, I will issue the task myself, and the real king will naturally accept the challenge."

Wuming moved his wrist and asked wonderingly:
"Why do you want to find a real king so much?"

"Isn't it normal to want to assist the king, train the king, and gather around the king?" the woman said, "This is the highest honor."

The woman clasped her hands together in a praying pose, with longing:

"A true king, humble, brave, kind, strong..."

"So that's the case." Wuming nodded, and bowed humbly to the woman, "I have been a king for a while now—do you want to come to my caravan to help? Help me make money?"

The woman gave Wuming the thumbs down.

Then the woman jumped to the high point where several coffins were piled up, raised her arms and shouted:

"Look at me, I have something to announce!"

Everyone stopped eating and drinking and looked at the woman.

The woman hugged her shoulders and put on a weak look:

"I've been very troubled recently. I was frequently hunted down by a blood finger with a double-edged knife. I hope that a warrior can save me. I am a priest of the church. If someone can save me, I am willing to assist you until you become Al King of Deng, teach you the powerful prayer that has been lost..."

After the woman finished speaking, she looked around expectantly.

After watching the woman finish speaking, the soldiers lowered their heads to eat again.

"Why is no one responding?" The woman was dumbfounded.

"It's not that we don't want to help you." Patch said, "We have faced that blood finger before, and it is very strong. We are not opponents."

"How is it possible?" The woman was very excited, "I can see that you have great potential, and you will definitely be able to defeat a strong enemy."

Patch shrank his head: "Why do you like me so much?"

"I just like heroes with guns." The woman gave Patch a thumbs up.

But Patch wasn't interested, and after Wuming's plan to let him join the volcano aborted, he wasn't interested in bringing the big horn to fight for justice.

Patch looked at Tragos aside: "What about you?"

"I'd like to help you lady," said Tragos, "but I'm alone, and I can't guarantee that I can defeat that dragon knight."

Seeing that the two heroes she had identified in her heart flinched, the woman was a little anxious: "Where are the other fighters?"

"Where are there other fighters here?" Wuming smiled, "There are only my employees here."

Wuming imitated the woman and raised her arms and shouted:

"The blood finger is very tricky, and it is difficult to deal with it alone. Do you want to have a group hunt?"

The caravan was quiet for a while, and the mixed Kaidan mercenaries and other fighters all looked at each other in blank dismay.

"[-] runes per person, [-] for those who successfully cut off Bloodfinger's head," Wuming added.

Different from the desertedness before, all the soldiers in the caravan stood up, pulled out their weapons, and silently acted as nameless swords, ready to kill the enemy.

Wuming smiled shyly: "I'm just too prestigious."

The woman shook her head: "I can't save you."

"You just said whether you want it or not?" Wuming said.

"No!" The woman glared at him, but she really didn't want it. "What's the point? What I need is a king, the only king. It's not a mob that swarms up. Only a large number of people can breed courage."

"Then it seems that you are still in no hurry." Wuming told the soldiers to sit down and continue eating meat and drinking soup.

For a while, no one paid any attention to the woman.

The woman did not believe in evil, found Millicent, and held her hands:
"What about you? I can see that you have the power to defeat that blood finger."

Millicent was a little shy and was about to agree when she saw Wuming shaking her head at her.

Millicent immediately changed her words: "My teacher doesn't seem to want to."

The woman followed Millicent's gaze and saw Wuming, her teeth itching with hatred.

"Why didn't you agree?" Millicent asked Wuming, "Shouldn't we help others?"

Nameless said: "To be precise, what we help are those in need, those in need."

"I think it's difficult for her to be hunted down by Bloodfinger?" Millicent said.

"I don't think she's in a hurry at all." Wuming said, "She still has time to choose her hero."

"It can't be said that they are not in a hurry. The people on the Asian altar are like this." Gale sat among the merchants and interjected, "The golden people who wandered from Rodel before fainted from hunger on the road and were given alms A piece of beef, and guess what? Hey, it’s not the waist.”

Wuming smiled and said to Millison: "You are one of the few strong people among us, and you have to be responsible for protecting the people here."

"What about the bloody finger?" Millicent asked.

"I'll go." Tragos finished his last bite, put on his helmet, and lifted his sledgehammer.

Now Patch is not happy: "You can go if you can beat it?"

"I can't just watch Bloodfinger kill her." Telagos said, "If someone asks for help, I will help."

"Even to die?" Patch asked.

"Even if it's to die." Dajiao said.

For a moment, the soldiers around were all admiring, expressing their respect for Dajiao with silence.

"Thank you, you will definitely succeed, you have the bearing to be a king." The woman shook her hand holding the big horn.

Dajiao proudly picked up the sledgehammer, looked up to the sky and laughed.

He vomited blood and flew back upside down.

The night sky was still dotted with the golden light of the golden tree, and it was difficult to be completely dark.People seemed to see something bursting out, like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet.

The big horn was just hit by that thing, and flew out together, piercing through the entire caravan, plowing a path along the turf on the ground, knocking down a hearse, and hitting a raised rock before stopping .

The movement was so loud that it startled everyone.

Wuming was the first to rush to Dajiao's side to check his injuries.

The rock behind Dajiao has cracked, and the big goat armor on Dajiao's body has also broken into pieces.

Taking off the helmet, you can see that Tragos is covered in blood and has passed out.

"Fortunately, nothing serious." Wuming felt relieved, "Not dead."

"What is it?" Patch also rushed over.

Wuming looked along the dirt road plowed by Dajiao's body, and the things that hit Dajiao's body stayed on the soft soil with the help of Dajiao's body as a buffer.

He was actually a man of gold.

The Golden People also fainted and fell to the ground covered in blood.

"Well, it seems that they won't be able to ask questions until they wake up." Wuming shook his head, pulled the two of them together, and released the healing prayer.

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The woman sat on the hearse, as quiet as a chicken.

It's a bit hard for a woman to see the hero she had so much hope for disappearing in a flash.

The caravan was busy, cleaning up the leftovers, cleaning up the ruins pierced by the big horn plow, and cleaning up the people injured by the aftermath.

Until dawn, Dajiao and the golden man finally woke up.

Wuming Paqi and others sat around in front of the golden people, wanting to ask what happened.

But the people of gold were very silent, their eyes were dead silent, and they didn't say anything.

Occasionally, he was pressed by Wuming, and he just looked at him with a disgusted expression, but remained silent.

Wuming tried to use leftovers to pry the man's mouth open, but to no avail.

"No oil and salt?" Wuming wondered, "Don't you like it?"

The Golden People finally spoke up: "I won't eat anything that isn't roasted."

Wuming respectfully said, "As expected of the people of gold."

Wuming called Millicent over: "Go find another whole lamb, and I'll roast it for him myself."

Millicent took the order to go, and it didn't take long before she came back empty-handed.

"Didn't you find the sheep?" Wuming asked.

Millicent shook her head: "It's dawn, and the field of vision has broadened. Teacher, come and take a look. There should be no need to ask him."

Wuming walked uphill to a plain, saw the scene in front of him, and suddenly understood why Dajiao was smashed so hard last night.

Originally, in front of these abandoned coffins and hearses, there was a camp of Rodel soldiers, which was probably used to prevent enemies coming from the mine.

Wuming and others once chatted with these soldiers.

Now the entire camp is gone, only a large circular pit remains.

In the middle of the crater, you can vaguely see the curved top of the meteorite.

"Star?" Wuming was surprised.

Wangcheng falling stars, this is what he never expected.

In the nameless cognition, the stars either fall freely, the landing point is random, or the trajectory is affected by gravity magic.

And the gravity magic that can affect the trajectory of stars is currently only available to Lataen.

"Is this Lataen's handwriting?" Wuming looked at the distant Wangcheng, not knowing what happened there.

Wuming called Millison over: "I'll leave it to you first."

"What?" Millicent didn't understand.

Nameless didn't answer, just lying on the ground, motionless.

"Teacher?" Millicent was shocked, and hugged Wuming's body, but no matter how much he shook it, it was useless.

The nameless consciousness has passed through the Asian altar and the lake area, passed through the seal of the academy, and opened its eyes in the academy.

The little puppet he kept by Selian's side was not only for the convenience of Selian to pretend to be a single mother, but also for him to contact the Lake District at any time.This is a stopgap measure when there are no portals.

The stars have returned to circulation, and with the efforts of Seren, Rhea Lucaria Academy has restored the tradition of stargazers.

These magicians watch the stars every day, record the movement of the stars, and calculate the next trajectory, so as to understand the stars.

Wuming wants to ask Ser Lian to help, and use stargazing to speculate whether the meteorite on the Asian altar fell naturally or was the result of external interference.

Let's take a look at Selian's progress by the way.

The nameless consciousness woke up from the little puppet, turned his head, and looked around.

Wuming found that he was sitting on the desk in the classroom, and beside him was Burke, who was also sitting on the desk, one on the left and one on the right, sitting in the center of the front row of the classroom, facing a blackboard, which was full of drawings. The trails of the stars.

The surroundings of the classroom were full of pyroxene magicians, each wearing a pyroxene hood, and many of them had beards under the hood.

The magicians sat obediently on chairs, with papers on the table.

Wuming and Burke seemed out of place among this group of people.

Although Burke's posture is more arrogant than Wuming's, he blends in better than Wuming - he also has a piece of paper in front of him, which is writing something.The sub-human's body is too thin to fit in the tables and chairs here, so he can only write and draw on the table with his buttocks pouted.

Behind the podium, Selian was sitting dignifiedly, also writing something.

"The scope of the exam this time is what I have said." Serlian said, "What did I say? What I said was the key points."

Burke whispered from below: "Didn't you come up with this question yourself..."

"Exams, no whispering." Cerlian threw a chalk stub on Burke's head.

Burke immediately fell silent and continued to write hard.

Cerion threw the end of Burke's chalk, noticed that the puppet moved, and immediately understood it. After a while, he announced that the examination was over, and all the apprentices left the classroom, leaving only Burke and Nameless.

"How is it going?" Wuming controlled the puppet to speak.

"As you can see," said Cerlian, "Full Moon can accept putting down the child and letting Burke come to the classroom alone to study."

"She insisted on picking up and dropping off even to and from school," Burke added.

Ser Lian said: "As the tutor of the college and the mother of another child, I can also talk to her. Unfortunately, you rarely come here, which makes me very passive."

Selian's tone was a little helpless and annoyed.

Nameless asked: "Not going well?"

"Communicate with her starting from the child, so you have to talk about the child?" Se Lian asked Wuming, "For example, usually talk about the child's grades."

The little puppet nodded.

Se Lian punched a hole in the desk, full of unwillingness:
"But I can only use my own handwriting to pretend to be a child's test paper. My child can't beat her child in a fair way. I'm so mad!"

(End of this chapter)