The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 231 Looking for the Executioner

The lake area below the Dikdas elevator, because it has become a distribution center for unknown caravans, has to build rooms for the Epilepsy Village, dusty and crowded.

"It's really lively." Lance Shanks lingered on the stalls of various vendors in front of the elevator, showing great interest in each product.

"There are no such commodities in the nameless caravan." Lance Shanks dragged the people of gold around.

Meng Gete was still ashamed to reveal his ominous identity in front of everyone, and turned back into an ordinary golden man again.

After the change passed, I realized that I was out of tune.

There are merchants, there are demihumans, there are hybrids, there are epileptics, but there are no ordinary golden people.

Ordinary people of gold were brought to the Asian altar by Wuming.

Montgothet said to Lance Shanks:

"The first time that guy brought the goods were all damaged, and the second time it was mainly composed of blood roses."

Lance Shanks obviously didn't really want to know about the variety of unnamed commodities, but just habitually chatted with Menggot, and when she heard Menggot's answer, she didn't respond, and her attention was all drawn by an origami painted Small windmills attract.

Lance Shanksey bought a windmill, blowing the wind in his mouth, and smiled silly as he watched the fan spin.

"This kind of thing will break in less than a day." Menggot looked at the fragile little toy, "This kind of thing actually costs ten runes."

"I like it." Lance Shanks shook the windmill indifferently, watching the windmill flying and spinning in the air.

"Are all ancient dragons like you?" Menggot asked, "I thought you were an eternal race."

"We have already lost to the stars, and sooner or later we will fade and lose our rocky skin." Lance Shanks lowered his eyes, "Melancholy and sadness have already been experienced once."

"Haven't you thought about revival?"

"The king has lost his mind. My old man has never thought about revival. What can we say?" Lance Shanks pulled the paper windmill, "Could it be possible to kill the old man, take the bird position, and then go to revive?"

Montgomery thought of his father and sighed:
"My father seems to be the same, why would the king give up his throne?"

"I only care about what I can't get, and I don't care if I get it." Lance Shanks murmured, and as he spoke, he blew suddenly, and the windmill spun violently, and then fell apart.

"Ah—" Lance Shanks looked at the disintegrated windmill, like petals blowing in the wind.

"It's time to go back." Menggot said, "Father doesn't care, but I still have to guard the golden tree."

Lance Shanks and Menggot walked towards the elevator, bouncing and following Menggot with their hands behind their backs: "You said that you are not the king of Rodel anymore, why do you still care so much about the life and death of the people of gold?"

"The king should protect his own people." Mengget replied in a deep voice while leaning on a cane and standing still on the elevator.

Lance Shanks leaned on a cargo box, propped his face and admired the awe-inspiring expression of Montgothet when he said this.

After admiring for 5 minutes, the two of them remained motionless, and neither did the elevator.

Finally, a person came, carrying the goods, and asked Montgomery to move aside so as not to block the road.

"Awkward or not?" Lance Shanks smiled narrowly.

If Mengget is still the King of Blessing, he can naturally direct the elevator to rise and fall for him.

But now that the Blessing King has disappeared, Meng Gete can only wait for the elevator to load the goods and then go up and down together.

"You are no longer the king." Lance Shanks said, "Why do you still want to fulfill the duties of the king?"

Menggot sighed helplessly: "Old habits are hard to change. Seeing people's misfortune, I want to save them. The businessman is right, this is just seeking a kind of peace of mind, a sense of satisfaction."

Lance Shanks stared at Menggot's sad face, suddenly took out the prison equipment, activated it for a moment, pressed Menggot to his stomach, and put a sack for loading on Menggot's head.

"What are you doing?" Mengget was stunned and struggled out of the sack.

The strong wind blew his clothes violently, and Menggot found that he was already in the sky, and his body was covered with continuous hard scales.

The dragon spread its wings and flew high, carrying Mengget on its back to the Yatan Plateau.

"Freight, valuables, of course, by air." Lance Shanks waved his wings and took Menggot to the sky.

"Go back and learn the power of the dragon from me. The businessman is confused, but he is actually quite powerful."

Montgomery nodded on the dragon's back.

After fighting for so many years, he was also tired.

In order to deal with the shattered war, he turned the perfumer into a killer, and turned the herbs into poison. In the war with the volcano mansion, he witnessed the despicable volcano mansion letting the taint wreak havoc on the earth, a dirty and shameless war means.

Patch's bitter words are also true. In order to defeat the enemy, he also exhausted all means, repeatedly testing morality and the bottom line, which exhausted him physically and mentally.

It is a way to relax for a while and continue to learn and grow.

Although Wuming is a businessman, Menggot doesn't dislike him like ordinary businessmen.

On the one hand, Wuming showed enough tolerance, on the other hand, his dazzling golden lightning always reminded Mengget of his elder brother.

"I will trust him for the time being." Menggot said so, "To witness his caravan, if it is not threatening, maybe I will introduce him to my father—"

"Very well, load the car, let's go to the volcano to do business."

In front of the merchant's camp, Wuming commanded loudly and enthusiastically directed the staff to load the goods into the hearse and prepare to set off.

The angry shout went straight to Xiaohan and reached the ears of Gu Long and Xi Zhao.

Montgothet's cane was cracked in his hand.

He jumped directly from Lance Shanks' back, landed in front of Wuming, and caused a storm.

"Businessman, what do you mean?" Mengget looked at Wuming with killing intent in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Wuming asked back.

"Doing business with volcanoes?" Montgot said. "Do you know what kind of people they are?"

"That's a group of people who promised me 1000 million." Wuming said deeply, "I can see through their hearts—they are a group of bold heroes."

"The merchant is indeed a merchant..." Mengget's cane began to peel off fragments, revealing a mottled color inside the cane.

"Of course a businessman is a businessman, and the first task of a businessman is to make money!" Wuming said, "Brother, I have to make a living. If I don't make money, what will I eat and drink? Wangcheng is closed now, so I must find someone to do business with." .”

Wuming said: "It is unrealistic to immediately change the obstinacy of the people of gold. I asked Paqi, and I heard that the mansion of the volcano is against the golden tree. Maybe the people there are just the opposite of the people of gold, and they are just like fast-moving consumer goods. I am high or low. You have to go and take a look."

"Profanity, it's too blasphemy..." Menggot trembled with anger, "What has become of the Golden Law in your eyes?"

Lance Shanks quickly came down to smooth things over, and pulled Mengert to prevent him from beating someone.

"I'm a rough man, I don't understand the Golden Law." Wuming said, "But don't worry, I will try my best to abide by the Golden Law. There is no way to do this. Hundreds of my people are waiting to eat. I have to let When the goods and runes are transferred, it will be all over if you drop them."

A hybrid ran to Wuming with a big ax in hand:

"We're ready to start beheading."

"Oh, fine, then you go do it, I'm busy." Wuming sent the hybrid away.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Montgotte said. "What did you just say? Beheading?"

"It's just the blood finger from before." Wuming said, "Look how poor we are, we can't afford to have one more mouth, and we are forced to increase income and reduce expenditure—to create flesh and blood for the golden tree."

"It's against the rules," said Montgothet with a straight face.

"Why are there still rules?" Wuming said, "Why does the Golden Rule care about everything?"

"The Golden Law is the law that governs everything, and it naturally stipulates the method of execution." Menggot said, "Sinners should be handed over to the court through the sinner's road, and then handed over to the executioner after the judgment is made. The executioner will execute the sentence. "

Nameless blinked: "Where is the court?"

"Lackard was in charge of this before." Menggot said, "Now he is the owner of the volcano mansion."

"Come on, then I have to go to the mansion of the volcano." Wuming informed the staff with a smile, "Don't kill me, take it to the volcano as a gift."

"Lakade has betrayed the Golden Dynasty, and raised his sword against the Golden Tree." Menggot said, "He has broken away from the Golden Law, even if the trial is not up to him-he is not qualified, no qualifications."

"That's according to the meaning of the blessed king..."

"Forget it, as the official residence of the volcano and Bloodfinger, she is undoubtedly a sinner, just hand it over to the executioner." Menggot put on a king's posture.

"Is it at the volcano?" Wuming asked.

"Give it to the Marley family. They have been the executioners and beheaded the sinners for generations." Menggot said, "It's in the city of the shadow of the sun."

Montgomery marked the nameless map:

"It's easy to walk from here. The road is not blocked by war, and there are not many ups and downs."

Wuming looked at the map, Sunshade City and Volcano Mansion, it can't be said that they are the opposite of each other, but it can also be said that there is a sky and an underground.

"Rules, it's really troublesome." Wuming said, "The efficiency is too low."

"This is the basis for order to be maintained." Menggut said, "Irregularities do not make a circle, and the law is formed based on this."

"Be careful that the cost of maintaining the rules itself will bring down the Golden Dynasty." Wuming said in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"Forget it, I promise you to abide by the golden law as much as possible, and I don't want to break my promise." Wuming said, "But the rules only say that the criminal is responsible for the executioner, and it didn't say that he must be in Sunshade City, right?"

Meng Gete hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and was a little unsure:
"I haven't read it in the book, and maybe I haven't learned it yet."

"Then I can bring the executioner here for execution?" Wuming said.

"It should be possible." Montgomery took a step back.

"That's good." Nameless said.

The road to the volcano and the road to Shade of the Sun are almost two branches on a slingshot, with no road connecting them.It is impossible for him to take the whole convoy to Sunshade City just to send a sinner.

"I'll go alone and bring the executioner here," Wuming said.

"You can take sinners there, too," said Montgothet.

"Good way." Nameless said, "Unfortunately, there is a problem."

"What's the question?" asked Montgothet.

"She's too fat, I'm afraid my ox won't be able to carry her," Wuming said.

In order to prevent Elunora from escaping, Wuming wrapped too much worm wire and barbed wire around her body, weighing more than a rune bear.

Wuming believed that no matter how strong the Lord of the Shadow of the Sun was, he would not be heavier than the current Eleonora.

And when he leaves, the caravan can continue to prepare and go directly on the road.The convoy was moving slowly, as long as Wuming came back when the caravan reached the intersection, there would be no delay.

"Is Sunshade City rich?" Wuming asked Mengget.

"It's not considered rich. Their terrain is very low, and it is difficult to get the favor of the golden tree." Menggot said, "Isolation from the world is the style of an executioner."

"Then it's inconvenient to take the convoy directly." Wuming murmured, and he told Mengget: "You guys watch here, just don't let Bloodfinger run out and start killing."

"The strength of your caravan should not be afraid of a blood finger?" Lance Shanks said.

"It's time for Millicent and Letina to leave, and Millicent's father is urging him urgently." Wuming said, "Patch doesn't want to contribute, and Yura can't beat it."

Wuming sighed: "If you can do business with Wangcheng, who would like to go to the mansion of the volcano? When will your father finish fighting with Lataen?"

"It should be soon." Menggot said, "Latarn, it won't cause much trouble to father."

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In Rodel's hall, Ratan knelt on one knee, just like saluting King Gefray before, but this time the lion's head relief on his forehead also drooped down.

Ratan gasped heavily, a little in disbelief.

Facing Ge Fulei, he did not have the confidence to win, and was even more inclined to lose, so he carried a heroic aura in the battle.

Even in the face of Valkyrie Marenia, he can maintain a calm posture-of course Marenia taught him a lesson, leaving a painful enough lesson.

Now facing this idol whom he worshiped since he was a child, he dare not trust him even more.This time he came to visit Ge Fulei, and he had long thought of fighting with him.He deliberately didn't take the pony with him, because Latarn knew that he might not have any spare power to protect his old buddy in the face of Warlord Geoffrey.

But Ratan didn't expect that he lost in such a mess and played so abnormally.

The thick armor was like paper paste in front of Ge Fulei, it was kneaded at will, and the gorgeous metal armor was twisted everywhere, which was twisted into twists by Ge Fulei.

The ground of the court hall was full of cracks, facing the force that shook half of the royal city, Rataen almost never stood up.

He even used gravity magic to fly into the sky, trying to use a sword technique that fell from the sky, but lost control of his posture in mid-air, rolled uncontrollably in mid-air, and was dunked to the ground by the king of war. .

After finally seeing his idol, but his performance was so abnormal, Rataen wished to go crazy again and escape this shameful predicament.

"I...lost..." Latan said in a low voice.

"You didn't play well," Geoffrey said.

Latan was silent, and he also knew that he hadn't performed well, but he could say this about idols, but he couldn't.

He said it was like making excuses.

"But by the King of War." Lataen was killed with his neck stretched.

"Know why you lost?" Geoffrey said.

Ratarn raised his head and looked at Ge Fulei.

Whether it was to make him dead clear, or to give him another chance, this was just a reminder.

He also wanted to understand why he lost so badly.

"You didn't bring a horse," said Geoffrey.

Ratan frowned: "But... the old horse is too old."

"The sentimental statement is that if you didn't bring your comrades who were born and died, and you didn't have someone you want to protect, you couldn't surpass yourself." Ge Fulei said, "Broken Star was also to protect Selia."

"What's the real reason?" Ratan asked.

"The chassis is too bad." Ge Fulei said, "You are used to riding a horse, and your tactics have also been tempered based on horse warfare. Now that you don't have a horse, your angle of view, angle of swinging your knife, and speed of turning around... will all be a little bit different. Subtle differences. When you practice familiar attacks, you will hesitate and adjust. Facing ordinary enemies, this may not be a problem, but once you approach the limit, these will be your fatal injuries."

Latarn understood, Ge Fulei is certainly not an ordinary enemy, he is the pinnacle of a fighter, and any weakness he has will be caught.

Normally, when using gravity magic, he would also take special care of the old horse. Now that the mount is gone, the center of gravity changes and the control of gravity becomes more wild, which destroys the exquisite moves.

"I see……"

Latan smiled wryly. He thought he had given up everything to fight, but in fact he had abandoned his martial arts.

"Come on and fight with something on your back." Ge Fulei said, "You are still far from showing your full strength."

Latarn looked to the side of the court, the golden-haired lion that was thrown aside by Ge Fulei and was originally on his back.

"A comrade-in-arms is still different from a liability," Geoffrey said.

"I'm also a comrade-in-arms..." Prime Minister The Beast Throsh muttered to the side, "You are the king of the battlefield, not the king of battle. Without my advice and advice, you can win so many battles? I'm afraid you won't die every time. You are left alone, and you tear off the other side..."

Ge Fulei waved to Rataen: "Leave, kid, and challenge me after you get your horse back."

"You want to let me go?" said Rataan. "I have committed an act of treason."

"What's wrong with warriors pursuing the throne that symbolizes power?" Ge Fulei said, "Leave, your size is not enough, and you still have fear and confusion in your heart."

Latarn knelt where he was, thinking about what Godfrey had said.

"Don't leave yet, let me see you off?" Ge Fulei glared at him.

"Oh no--"

"You can fly, can't you?" Gray said.

"meeting."

"Row."

Ge Fulei rushed forward with one foot on the ground, crossed his hands, and slammed onto Lataen's plastron.

Broken Star turned into a star and disappeared in Wangcheng.

"It's finally all right." Ge Fulei moved his body.

"It's not like you, when will you enlighten the juniors." Throsh said aside, "What's the hurry?"

"Aren't you smart, great sage, great cleverness, can't figure it out?" Ge Fulei walked towards the throne.

"Can not guess."

Ge Fulei crossed the throne, walked towards the back stairs, and walked to the depths of the golden tree:
"I'm in a hurry to hug my wife."

(End of this chapter)