The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 199 The Literate Person

Wuming was kicked down, there was no scream, only the whistling wind.

Wuming disappeared at the bottom of the dark valley in a blink of an eye. A moment later, there was a crisp sound of falling to the ground, and then there was no more sound.

"Is...isn't this a bit too much?" Bighorn Tragos hesitated.

"Or can you really kick people down without hurting them?" Ami looked at Patch expectantly, "As expected of a hero, what kind of ability is there? How did you do it? Gravity magic? Superb martial arts? Or some The force of lightning on metal?"

"Thinking too much about you." Patch rolled his eyes, "It's just that the guy doesn't care about the injury."

Just as he was speaking, the lift suddenly started and slowly moved down.

"Sure enough." Patch clicked his tongue, "That guy is hard to kill, and he doesn't care about his injuries. He's a complete lunatic. I've kicked many people, so he doesn't die so easily—I don't care if he dies— —Oh, there is also a big guy like this, those two people are in the same line."

"Wait." Bighorn Tragos realized something, "He's coming up in the elevator now.

"Otherwise." Patch didn't know why Tragos would say such an obvious thing.

Dajiao continued: "The talisman is in his hand."

"Of course he has the talisman," Patch said.

The heavily armored goat rider turned his helmet and stared at the giant golem not far away.

The golem's body began to shine with orange light, and the meteorite on its body emitted dazzling pyroxene light, and the machine was waking up.

Several people looked at each other.

"Run!" Patch yelled, and hid inside the temple that carried the elevator, "Go around these pillars and drag them back to Wuming."

A golem arrow shot from the giant bow and hit Patch next to him. The dust almost buried him, and the earthquake almost made him jump up.

A single basic attack from a giant creature can have an effect comparable to that of Teragos' hammer.

Several people used various methods to go around to the back of the elevator room. Telagos resisted several attacks to buy time for others, and then hid behind the house himself.

The golem's attack was intentionally avoiding the building carrying the elevator, like hitting a mouse through the legs of a table. It was cramped and troublesome, and it was not easy to attack them, but the aftermath of the attack swept over everyone's faces, and it always made people's hearts beat faster.Moreover, the golem's attack might attract Rodel's soldiers. If the soldiers came over and Wuming didn't arrive with the talisman, they would have to run away again as stowaways.

The crowd circled around the pillar to avoid the attack of the huge golem, hoping that Wuming would come over in the elevator quickly, and they suddenly understood what Wuming meant when he said that the elevator was too slow.

The huge elevator platform rose, and the nameless figure could finally be seen from that platform.

An invisible force field enveloped the surroundings. The golems seemed to be appeased, and the light on their bodies began to go out. They took stiff mechanical steps, returned to their original positions, and continued to look at the royal city, like eternal sculptures.

Wuming still didn't know about Patch and his group just now, he rubbed his hands and bowed his waist, his eyes full of anticipation:
"I tested it, anyway, it won't kill anyone."

Panting heavily, Patch calmed down his heart rate, and said to Wuming:
"It's just that I can't kill you."

"I believe that I can't kill others." Wuming said.

"Come on, don't try to enslave me." Patch resolutely refused.

"Don't you think the elevator is too slow?"

Patch hesitated for a moment, but admitted:

"It's a bit slow, but I won't be a human elevator."

"Okay." Wuming said regretfully, "I have to find another way."

Wuming waved his big hand: "Then go to the perfumer first."

Paqi raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you won't go far?"

Wuming can't tell the distance because there are two troublesome people.

Troublesome people are present, so I can't say it directly because I don't have a name, I just looked at Amei, and then at the golden man.

He said, "Isn't it all right?"

Paqi understood: "What about the volcano mansion?"

Wuming looked at Patch with the same eyes that he had just seen the troublesome person.

Patch gritted his teeth: "You are really thoughtful."

Wuming put his arms around Patch's neck:
"Don't worry, follow me, there is nothing to worry about, those people in Huoshan Mansion will not do anything to you."

"I won't feel at ease following you." Patch sighed.

Ami hadn't quite reacted yet: "Where are you going?"

Patch explained, "He's going to the perfumer for the cure."

Amei raised her eyebrows: "Then what about my mission? Has no one gone to kill Bloodfinger?"

"I'll go—" Before Tragos could speak, Patch covered his mouth, and then looked at Ami with the same eyes that Wuming looked at himself, "Wait and wait, as long as we are by your side, there will always be a chance."

Amei looked a little sad: "Why no hero can take the initiative to attack, why can't I meet a real king..."

Wuming and the golden people both looked at Amei.

"What are you looking at?" A Mei stared back at them, "Have you ever seen a beauty?"

Amei's appearance is indeed quite outstanding, her appearance is very beautiful, her facial features are exquisite and standard, her figure is outlined by a white silk robe, and her long hair has a light golden luster, which is very smooth, like a pinched doll.

Nameless said: "I posted the mission for you, just wait a little longer, maybe there will be heroes in the front row to help you."

Ami was stunned: "When did you release the task?"

"Just now." Wuming said, "There is our camp under the Dikdas elevator. I used my information network to spread the news."

Nameless pulled out a scroll from the cloth bag.

After unfolding, it is a brand new "wanted warrant".

The appearance of the dragon knight Bloodfinger is vividly drawn on the top, and there are text descriptions below, describing in detail her strength and moves, as well as the location where she appeared.

The last string of big numbers indicates the reward of the task.

There is also a very small line of small words under the bounty: "If the caravan has insufficient funds, the lost spell will be used as compensation payment. The warrior who receives this task agrees to this term by default."

"Can this attract real warriors?" Ami stared at the portrait on the scroll, "A real king never cares about money."

"I originally wanted to draw you as well, saying that I would reward a priestess." Wuming said.

"Why didn't you write it?" Amy said.

"How can a real strong person be moved by female sex." Wu Zheng said sternly, "That will only affect their speed of drawing their swords."

"Really?" Ami asked suspiciously.

Wuming said: "Actually, it's because most of the powerful faders are accompanied by witches. I think if they are really listed, they might not come."

Amei complained inexplicably: "Well, what you said makes sense. Those bastards don't care about anything when they have a witch. Obviously I have paid a lot..."

"Anyway, wait with peace of mind." Wuming said, "Look at what is said in the poem, until the heroes grow up in the iron cradle, the brave heart will visit the almighty god like before. Before that, instead of It is better to sleep peacefully than to be alone."

"You can also read poetry?" Patch looked sideways.

"Hmph, I'm not the big bastard who only knew how to fight and kill back then." Wuming raised his head proudly, "I'm a cultured person now, a person with status!"

Wuming greeted the others:
"Walk around, go to the perfumer, save the bad omen."

"Why do you want to find a perfumer, why do you want to save the omen?" The golden people who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

Although the appearance is no different from other Golden People, the narrow and long eyes are mean and xenophobic, but the emphasis of the speech is very calm and solemn.

"The perfumer is a well-known herbalist." Wuming said, "A scholar."

The people of gold stared at Wuming calmly, waiting for his further explanation.

Nameless said: "That is to say, educated people—we educated people, need to communicate with each other."

The corners of the golden people's eyes twitched, and they turned their heads slightly, as if any nameless words were no longer worth listening to.

Paqi smiled: "His reasons are nothing more than a few: to establish a good relationship with the perfumer, to use the influence of the perfumer to establish a good relationship with Wangcheng, and to open up business routes; he fell in love with the perfumer's herbs, Ready to do business; he's going to save the bad omen."

"Why do you need to save the evil omen?" the golden people asked again.

"That's an invincible good guy, he doesn't do anything strange." Patch didn't think so.

Patch said, realized something, looked at the people of gold and smiled:
"That's just his idea, I'm too lazy to care about it. You people of gold are probably very resistant to bad omens, so you want to kill them quickly, right? It's pointless to advise you not to project that resentment on that guy."

Patch looked at Wuming who was walking in the front with high spirits:
"That guy grew up in the cradle of malice, probably desensitized to that emotion long ago, and you can't change his mind that way."

The people of gold did not speak any more, and followed the large army silently.

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Outside Stonewell, during the bridge construction project, Fanlei was hard at work excavating and transporting. As an ordinary worker, he contributed to the completion of the bridge.

Fan Lei seems to cherish the hard-won limbs, and uses them to sway his strength, and hums songs with his lost mouth from time to time.

Fan Lei's songs are full of exotic styles and are very popular with colleagues on the construction site.

In addition to repairing the bridge with the prisoners of war, he usually helped Greg deal with the corpses and wounded on the battlefield.

After the war, blood roses were everywhere. Fan Lei collected a large number of blood roses and planted them in one place, but he didn't know what to do.

It seems that everything is back to normal, and even the prisoners of war who are workers are living a dull and hopeful life.

pity……

Fan Lei glanced at the two figures in the distance, turned to work, and the kind expression on his face twisted for a moment.

Veteran O'Neill, and Bloodfinger Hunter Yura.

As two people who contributed a lot during the lord's war, they were treated courteously in Stonewell, and the two were regarded as guests-that is to say, they could not do any work and have no worries about food and clothing. For Fan Lei, who only worked hard to eat It is undoubtedly a thorn in the side.

Of course, this is just an inconspicuous reason, and Fan Lei knew that he was being targeted by these two people.

Before Greg's identity was revealed, maybe even earlier, he had been targeted.

They want to find a way to the blood dynasty from themselves.Fan Lei was keenly aware of the other party's intentions.

Two people work in shifts, and the surveillance never relaxes for a moment.

Fan Lei was thankful that he had been forced to keep his mouth shut some time ago, and he was constantly thinking about ways to distract the two of them.

He has already found a way to return to the Blood Dynasty and directly meet the Blood King. As long as he can distract the two of them, he can carry out his plan and return to the Blood Dynasty with peace of mind.

Just distract one person, one cannot seamlessly spy on oneself.

Fan Lei kept waiting, where would the world be without these two old men.

Until recently, he finally waited.

A wanted warrant flew to Stonewell, from Patch's.

As Stonewell's most important ally, the nameless commission naturally spread throughout Stonewell at the fastest speed.

Both Fan Lei and Bloodfinger Hunter Yura received the news.

"Are you leaving?" Veteran O'Neal said.

Tie hat nodded, and Yura said:
"I squatted with you at the beginning, just to find traces of Eleonora. Now that I have clues, I need to find her."

O'Neil looked at Fan Lei in the distance, his expression tangled.

Yula smiled: "Just keep looking at him."

"Can you do it alone?" O'Neill said.

Yura pointed to his chest:
"With your golden needle, at least my illness is much better."

O'Neill insisted and asked, "I ask you, can you handle it by yourself?"

Yura was silent.

The voice under the iron hat grew older:
"'Pure Purple Blood Finger' Elunora, she is a rare genius... I could feel it when I hunted dragons with her. She can kill giant dragons by herself and silently pursue the power of dragons. It's far worse than her."

"Then you are not going to die?" O'Neill said.

"I'm going to wake her up." Yura pulled out a long knife like a clothesline, "Wake up that stupid woman who is crazy about cursing blood."

O'Neill glanced at Fan Lei in the distance again, and made up his mind:
"I will go with you."

"No, this is my mission and has nothing to do with you." Yura said, "This is your chance to find clues to your master, and it cannot be ruined because of me."

Yura pointed to her chest:
"I have extended my life because of your master. Although my body is getting old, the old man feels that I am at an unprecedented peak. If I join the battle with you for several days, I may not lose."

Yula vibrated the saber, the blade groaned softly, and then retracted it to his waist.

Yula tightened his iron hat and left alone:
"Goodbye, old friend."

Yura leaves.

Since then, O'Neill can only monitor Fanlei alone.

But it was also on the same day that Yura left, O'Neill discovered that Fan Lei's unchanging whereabouts began to change.

He began to run to the garden where the blood rose was planted more frequently, and transported the fertilizer of the blood rose - flesh into the garden more frequently.

The veteran saw it, and couldn't figure out what tricks Fan Lei was going to do.

After all, he was alone, so it was difficult for him to monitor Fan Lei all the time. Every time he woke up from a doze, the veteran would rush to find Fan Lei's whereabouts. Fortunately, Fan Lei didn't do much more than start planting flowers.The veteran is also gradually getting used to this kind of sleep-deprived life.

This kind of life continued until Fanlei disappeared.

(End of this chapter)