The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 22 The Big Guy of Storm Hills
Deceiving too much!

Fan Lei was filled with grief and indignation, but his hands were pinched in Wuming's hands, but he couldn't attack. He only felt the noble blood of the blood king boiling in his body, and there was nowhere to vent it.

"Are you insulting the Blood Dynasty?" Fan Lei suppressed his anger.

"Insulting the Blood Dynasty? Why do you want to insult?" Wuming was puzzled.

Wuming was not troubled, he was still immersed in excitement:
"This is a life-saving thing. It can make the faded person more fearless, and it can also help the faded person save time. Time is life, understand?"

Fan Lei pulled out his hand hard: "This is not for sale."

"Why not sell?" Wuming was stunned.

"Didn't you understand what I said so much?" Fan Lei's voice twisted, "This is the reward for the trial, the reward for the determination to abandon the witch, and the reward for breaking your fingers. It is the honor of the elite. Do you understand the meaning of the elite? Something that everyone has is not elite!"

"Calm down, you are talking incoherently." Wuming slapped a hypnotic pot on him.

"You..." Fan Lei didn't expect to be attacked like this, and it was already a step too late to start the transmission of the medal.

His eyelids were heavy, and he fell asleep with unwillingness.

When Fan Lei woke up again, the sound of blacksmithing could be heard endlessly.

Nameless Matter was standing in front of the anvil, striking a piece of hammer, and there was a fader standing next to him.

"Are you awake?" Wuming said.

"woke up."

"Not excited?"

Fan Lei was still a little excited when he thought of the topic before falling asleep.

Nameless handed the weapon to the faded man next to him, walked around the anvil, and squatted in front of Fan Lei.

"Don't get too excited, I'll ask you some questions."

Wuming brought a package and placed several things in front of Fan Lei.

A glowing red Roja fruit, a piece of tortoise neck meat for aphrodisiac, and a lump of fresh, warm, blood-red excrement.

Before Wuming opened his mouth, Fan Lei was shocked by the smell of blood and excrement and tilted his head back.

"What do you mean?" Fan Lei asked.

"Let's assume these things represent your medals." Wu Ming pointed to those things.

He pointed to the Roja fruit: "This, represents the teleportation ability."

Pointing to the turtle neck again: "This represents the appearance of the medal."

Finally pointing to the excrement: "This represents the distinguished identity and contribution behind the medal."

Wuming looked at Fan Lei: "Which one is more important to you?"

"Why is the noble status represented by excrement?" Fan Lei asked.

"It's just a substitute. Don't care about these superficial things. Do you understand analogies?" Wuming said, "Answer me, which one is the most important to you?"

Venley pointed reluctantly at the excrement.

"That's it." Wuming pushed the excrement to Fan Lei, "It just so happens that I don't need this thing."

He took the Roa fruit:
"I want your teleportation array technology."

"No." Fan Lei moved back, away from the excrement, "The teleportation array goes straight to the blood dynasty. If anyone can go there, the peace of the dynasty will be broken by Xiaoxiao. My lord is spending a good night with God now, and must not be disturb."

"I don't need the teleportation location to be your dynasty." Wuming said, "It's fine to set the return location here."

Nameless pointed to his feet:

"It's set at Ai Lei Church, and they won't bother you, and you've also gained benefits, a win-win situation."

"We got benefits?" Van Leigh said, "Why didn't I know we got benefits?"

"It's not for you to work for nothing." Wuming said, "I said, I'm buying, and you can set a price for how much."

"The Blood Dynasty is not short of money." Fan Lei sternly refused, "I advise you not to insult us again."

"Then what do you lack?" Wuming was puzzled, "After the magic ring is broken, shouldn't the small fragments of the magic ring like Rune be hard currency?"

Van Ley said: "What we crave are blood, wounds, and pain!"

Wuming showed an indescribable look in his eyes, obviously unable to understand this kind of thinking.

Fanlei raised his head proudly.

Even if it is not understood by the world, it doesn't matter, the bleeding rose never needs to take care of others, it just needs to be beautiful.

Fan Lei said: "You who were born in the age of the golden tree can't understand that beauty—"

Fan Lei's fingers on the ground were suddenly hit hard by an unknown hammer, and his skin was torn apart.

Nameless pointed at the broken finger with a hammer:

"Blood, wounds, pain."

He stretched out his palm to Fan Lei:

"Teleportation Array."

"You're crazy!" Fan Lei growled, "Of course it wasn't my wound!"

"It's someone else's for a long time?" Wuming was disappointed, "Whose wounds and pains do you want?"

"Anyone will do," said Van Leigh.

"But it can't be yours." Wuming added, nodding with disgust in his eyes, "All right."

Nameless said: "I need quantifiable standards, how much pain, how much wound blood can be exchanged?"

Fanlei said: "If it was the past, you would need to hunt down three faders and dye the sworn cloth with the blood of a witch to be eligible for this medal."

"But I only need the teleportation function." Wuming bargained, "It's not justified if it's not cheap."

Fanlei said, "I'm going to go back and discuss with the artisan. It is estimated that at least one corpse will be needed."

Wuming asked: "How about only offering the witch's blood?"

"It's okay." Fan Lei said, "Every time a witch is lost, it means that a fader has lost the guidance of his two fingers, and the junction will be even more chaotic."

"Then it's settled." Wuming said, "I will provide you with a sufficient amount of witch's blood, and you will build a teleportation center in Ailey Church and provide tokens for teleportation."

Fan Lei took out the Pure Blood Knight Medal and opened the teleportation array:

"Don't be too happy too early, I still need to seek other people's opinions."

Fan Lei left, Wuming seemed to have solved some big problem, refreshed.

It was already approaching the afternoon, and all the people in Mengliu Cave had moved to Ailey Church, and only a few people stayed in the cave as a backup stronghold.

However, because most people are working in the field, the Irene Church is actually deserted.

Seeing that Wuming had finished talking with Fanlei, Patch walked over with a worried expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Wuming asked.

Patch said, "You killed the tree guard?"

"No agreement, no way." Nameless said, "If we want to build a gathering place for faders here, we can't avoid the guy who hunts faders."

Patch said: "What about Greg? When he finds out, he will definitely send troops to clean up. I remind you, I don't want to take risks."

Nameless asked: "Do you have any ideas?"

Patch said: "Either we find a way to get Greg to admit us and dispel his anger. Or make Greg jealous and dare not send troops."

Patch glanced at Wuming:
"Of course you can still go and kill Greg."

"That won't work." Nameless said, "The fader's target is the fragment of the magic ring occupied by Greg as a demigod, his great rune. If Greg is dead, no one will patronize our business."

Patch took out a map, which contained the distribution of various places and forces in the junction:
"Then we can hug our thighs. Grek is the only descendant of the demigods. The blood of the gods is the thinnest and weakest. The rest of the demigods are all direct descendants of Queen Malika. Grek dare not provoke other demigods. As long as we can get With the help of other demigods, we can gain a firm foothold in Ningmgfu."

"Good way, what demigods can help us?" Wuming asked.

Patch snapped his fingers:
"Broken Star Lataen is crazy, the Valkyrie Marenia is far away in the sacred tree of the snow mountain, the academy is closed, and the mansion of the volcano is said to be full of traitors who killed fellow citizens. Wangcheng and Greg are of the same family..."

After counting these demigods, Patch touched his bald head in embarrassment.

Nameless dissatisfied: "It's not that everything can't be counted on."

"Yes!" Patch patted his head, "We can deceive people!"

"Ha, this is your old profession." Wuming smiled, "Tell me, how do you cheat?"

"We can pretend we're Marlene's people," Patch said.

"Why Valkyrie?" Wuming asked.

"She is the furthest away from us." Patch pointed to the northernmost snow-capped mountain on the map, "She is at the northernmost point of the junction, and we are in Ningmgfu, south of the junction. The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, so she can't control us."

“而且葛瑞克曾被女武神揍到舔脚，他一定不敢再去招惹。”帕奇补充。

"You have experience in deceiving people, so you should be responsible." Wuming said.

Patch said: "We don't need to make a big publicity, we just need to let out a little wind, give some guidance, and let Greck draw this conclusion by himself."

"Good idea, I'm going to spread rumors in the city right now." Wuming's eyes lit up.

Patch said: "I'll go to Galeide, east of Nimgfor, there are quite a few wrecks of the Valkyrie troops there, and I'll go find some armor, weapons and banners."

The two hit it off and acted immediately.

Wuming went to Stonewell again and escorted a batch of dung beetles by the way.

Before leaving, Wuming found Haida and gave her a few pieces of turtle neck meat:
"Delicious, great tonic."

"Thank you, my king." Haida held the turtle's neck, deeply moved that Wuming still remembered to care about her.

"You're welcome, it's a good thing to reciprocate, just reciprocate." Wuming said, "You'll bleed a little later."

"Bleeding?" Hedda heard some bad words.

Wuming left after explaining, leaving Haida alone in anxiety.

This time going to Stone City was different from the last time. He was no longer going in stealth, and he also brought a lot of dung beetles.

When he got to the checkpoints, he realized that he didn't know how to pass them.

Patch should have arranged a hidden path, and the person in charge who has cleared the checkpoint, and with Gotok's internal response, he can go unimpeded.

But Wuming forgot to ask.

He had never brought so many things with him as a solo traveler, so he was a little overwhelmed.

Thinking that it will take a long time to go back, Patch is not sure when he will come back from Gailde, so Wuming is too lazy to go back.

"How did it go..."

Nameless observed the pass.

There are cliffs on both sides, and there is only one narrow passage.The cliffs on both sides are connected by an arched stone bridge.There was also a giant monster standing on the stone bridge, looking down covetously.

Wuming looked up at the giant monster on the cliff, and suddenly thought of a way.

Stonewell City, the veil of the storm, was once the domain of the Storm King, shrouded in strong winds all year round.

In front of Stonewell City is the Storm Hill, which is constantly windy and sandy all year round.

In the wind and sand, no one noticed that a figure was floating in the air amidst the long wind.

There are countless thin ropes wrapped around Wuming's hands, all of which are tied to the body of the dung beetle.

The characteristics of dung beetles are similar to those of fireflies. In addition to emitting light, there are also many winged individuals that can fly.

A few flightless dung beetles were tied around Wuming's waist, and all the flying dung beetles with wings were holding hands.

Wuming's body, as well as part of the dung beetle's body around his waist, were covered with a layer of magical brilliance.

Under the cover of this layer of magical brilliance, the dung beetle even swayed a little, as if its own gravity had been eliminated a lot.

Wuming fluttered like this, flying in the extreme sky, proudly looking at the bewildered and ignorant giant monster below.

"What is a genius?" Wuming smiled triumphantly.

Relying on his immortal soul, he can be resurrected. Wuming often has some whimsical ideas, coupled with his astonishing ability to act, he is always a little reckless.

For example, now, Wuming has been wandering for a long time before he realizes a problem: he doesn't know how to get down.

Of course, he could release the dung beetles one by one to control the height and speed of landing, but each of these dung beetles cost five hundred runes, and Wuming was reluctant.

After struggling for a few minutes, fate made a choice for him.The gust of wind that appeared from time to time in the extreme sky rolled up the dung beetles, and most of the wings of the dung beetles were instantly broken, and they fell downwards.

Wuming hastily applied the magic of lightness to all the dung beetles, but they still couldn't change the ending of the fall, and they were quickly slammed to the ground mercilessly by gravity.

The first thing Wuming did when he got up was to check whether the dung beetles were alive or not. He lost a few dung beetles and broke a few dung beetles, but everything else was intact.The unexpected firmness of these little insects put him at ease.

But when he looked around, he found himself lost.

The continuous storm and sandstorm, and the extremely low visibility made it impossible for him to distinguish the direction and find the normal way.

Judging from what he has seen and heard in the sky, this place should be Storm Dune, which is close to Stonewell City, not far from the right road.It's just that if he's unlucky, he might boil the dung beetle to death without finding the right path.

Wuming could only take advantage of the wind and sand to find a conspicuous landmark building as soon as possible.

In the wind and sand, he saw some spherical objects wriggling in the wind and sand not far away.

"Where did my dung beetle fall?" Wuming thought, and stepped forward to check.

It was not a ball of dung pushed by the dung beetle, but a living spherical stone with a single purple eye in the middle of the stone ball.

In the middle of these strange stones, there is an obviously man-made circular square.The power of magic acts on it, and in this circular place, the power of the wind and sand has weakened.

Wuming decisively walked into the square to avoid the wind and sand.

Entering the circular field, Wuming found that in the center of the field, there was already a person who was there first.

The man sat on a big rock, staring at the center of the square, motionless, like a rock.

This man was almost naked, except for his crotch, only his feet were covered with heavy boots. He was tall, strong, with knotted muscles, and when the wind and sand hit him, his messy white beard and hair danced wildly with the wind.

(End of this chapter)