The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 232
Wuming rode the Falling Star Beast and followed the map to Sunshade City.

Behind the Falling Star Beast, there is also Millicent sitting.

Hanging behind her was Letina riding a wolf.

Millicent sat on the back of the Falling Star Beast, propped her hands back, and squinted her eyes to feel the wind passing over her face: "It's really nostalgic."

Before Wuming left, he conveyed Guwei's opinion to Millison and urged her to get on the road quickly.Millicent didn't say anything, but caught up when Wuming left and got a ride.

"You're not going to pursue your own mission, but you're still following me?" Wuming asked her, and silently added in her heart that Gewei couldn't see this.

"My mission is in the holy tree, but we still lack the talisman to go to the holy tree, and we also lack the means to go to the snow-capped mountains. Now we can only wander around, looking for a way."

Millicent concluded: "So I have never been to Sunshade City anyway, and wandering wherever I go is not wandering."

"Small mouth, quite good at speaking." Wuming said.

"Learned from you and Heda." Millicent said, "After all, I listen to the teachings of the sun every day."

Wuming looked at Millicent's slender body:
"Forget it, anyway, with your small body, you won't waste your time."

Although the road to Wangcheng is flat, it still goes all the way up, continuing to rise above the Yatan Plateau.Sunshade City is almost a flat road, starting from the caravan camp, there are few ups and downs.

This also means that, traveling along the road, the cliff plateaus on both sides of the road start to rise up, covering the path in shadow.

In the thick shadows, the shadows of the trees sway, and the pools along the way emit dense mist, and there is a moist and quiet atmosphere around.

The trees are so dense that they even hide the road, making it look cramped and dark, as if the road ahead leads to some kind of dark region.

"It's a good thing I didn't bring a convoy here." Wuming said, "This road is enough for an ox."

"There is a mountain demon." Letina reminded with sharp eyes.

Wuming followed Letina's guidance and saw a few trolls kneeling by the cliff to rest.

These are mountain monsters pulling the hearse, with huge nails and iron chains still stuck in their stomachs, but the iron chain was broken, and only the mountain monsters were seen, but not the hearse.

Wuming looked back at the way he came from, and thought of the piles of abandoned coffins in the camp, he could probably guess where the hearse of these mountain monsters was.

"It's all working now, not only there are cars, but also carts." Wuming smiled, stopped the cattle, and walked over to talk to the mountain demon.

But without saying a few words, Wuming came back shaking his head.

"No deal?" Millicent asked.

"The other party is working for Rodel." Wuming pointed to a faint tunnel between the trees, "There is a mine controlled by Rodel. They are responsible for mining and transporting ore, and they can't help."

"They don't have a car."

"So they're waiting for the car, and take a break." Wuming said, "Without orders from above, they wouldn't dare to leave their posts without permission. Even if they don't have a car, they still have to stay where they are."

If the hearse the trolls were waiting for was really the one in the camp, then they might never be able to wait for the hearse.

Wuming looked at the mountain demon reluctantly, and even more reluctantly glanced at the mine tunnel, and left with a sigh.

"Although we got a lot of hearses, but there are no pullers, what a waste." Wuming said.

Wuming's current method is to use gravity stones to reduce the load, and let limited mountain monsters and hybrids with considerable physical strength be responsible for pulling the carts, but gravity stones are limited after all, and manpower is also exhausted.

"It would be great if there was something that could replace the mountain demon." Wuming sat on the star beast's back, resting his chin in thought.

"Fallen Star Beast?" Millicent glanced at the bottom of his buttocks.

"That makes sense. In fact, Lataen pulls the cart quite well. Why don't I ask General Broken Star to pull the cart?" Wuming said angrily, "Be more realistic about Millicent."

"I learned from the teacher." Millicent said, "You are often out of tune when you solve things clearly."

"How is it possible? It's very reliable to work as a teacher." Wuming said, "You think I'm out of tune, it's just because your vision is not broad enough and your thinking is limited."

"Then why don't you broaden your horizons now?"

"It's all because of the golden tree, blocking my sight." Wuming was convinced.

He sighed and looked at the sky: "This big tree that blocks the sky...I always feel a sense of suffocation in the Asian Altar. Many things seem to be feasible, but they are all bound in an invisible net. The Golden Law... It's amazing."

Wuming has a feeling that he is too powerful to use. Even if he can start another war with all kinds of powerful force under his command, it will be difficult to change the various inherent concepts and rules that permeate all parts of the Asian altar.

"No wonder someone wants to completely destroy everything, and then re-establish a new order on the ashes of the ruins." Wuming sighed, "Facing a mess, if you have time to unravel it slowly, it is better to just throw it away."

"You're not thinking about burning the golden tree, are you?" Millicent looked at Wuming warily.

"How is it possible, I still have to do business." Wuming laughed.

"That is to say, if you delay your business, you will burn the golden tree?" Millicent accurately grasped Wuming's meaning.

"The golden tree is related to the law and the livelihood of countless people on the border. This is an overly complicated issue." Wuming said, "It is irresponsible for me to answer you like this. I tell you the truth, you don't want to Believe, no matter what the answer is. Don't judge a person's future actions based on his current words, people will change."

Millicent nodded, looking at the golden tree that can still be seen even in the canyon: "Those who hold the law have the power to change the world, right? A god who can weave laws that can be used by the whole world is really great. "

"This is not God's perspective." Wuming said, "It is better to say that after the law is established, those who do not obey the law will perish, leaving only those who obey the law. People born after the law cannot Imagine a time without the law, this process is almost irreversible."

Millicent thought of the Platinum Son and glanced at Letina.Recalling what I saw and heard in Stonewell, I was indeed naive.

"Then why would anyone still oppose the law?" Millicent said, "so no one would want to rebel against the law, would they?"

"It's not easy, living under this law is uncomfortable." Wuming said.

"Teacher, do you think there is a way to make all people and races happy..." Millicent murmured.

"All rune." Wuming replied.

"It's not a teacher, I'm talking about the kind that can formulate a perfect rule at the legal level to satisfy all races—" Millicent explained.

"A lot of runes!" Wuming replied frantically.

Millicent was dumb, hugging her knees, and stopped asking Wuming.

That's right, the teacher is a businessman, why should he study the law? I probably think the teacher is too omnipotent.

"What? You think Rune is not important?" Wuming said, "Don't underestimate the power of Rune, haven't you noticed the change of being a teacher?"

"Is there any change?" Millicent didn't see it.

"My business is booming, and the more runes I can consume." Wuming said, "You may not be able to tell from the outside, but I am getting stronger and stronger as a teacher."

"You are already strong." Millicent said, "Can you be stronger?"

"Some moves were laborious to use, but now they are much easier." Wuming moved his armor, making the sound of armor plates colliding.

Wuming stopped the Falling Star Beast suddenly, looked up at the sky, and lowered his head to compare the map.

Millicent then looked up and saw a small bridge connecting the cliffs on both sides above her head.

"Going up from here, you can go to the volcano." Wumingbi looked at the map and sighed, "Unfortunately, the caravan can't fly. Even if it is right in front of you, you have to make a big circle."

"Is it okay to build a bridge like at Stonewell?" Millicent asked.

"The activity of building a bridge is infrastructure construction." Wuming said, "It often means that the cost is huge and the effect is very small."

"Is that so?" Millicent didn't participate in the construction of the bridge after all, so she didn't know much about it. "Then why did Stone City build the bridge?"

"Nimgefu and the lake area have a lot of labor, especially when there are a lot of prisoners of war later on, so you can save a lot of money." Wuming said, "And Nimgefu has Nefeli, and I am confident that under her leadership, Ningmgfu can maintain long-term peace and slowly return to capital."

Nameless pointed to the small bridge above his head:
"As for the volcano, there is still a war here. This is a demigod force that is openly challenging Wangcheng. If you build a road to the volcano today, it is not certain whether the volcano will still be there tomorrow. And the official residence of the volcano is still using the help of the volcano The terrain is difficult to attack. I am building roads here? Isn’t that finding fault? I repaired it in a year, and it only takes a moment for others to tear it down.”

Wuming's plan for the caravan is to go to Fengche Village first, settle the bill, and build a camp in Fengche Village if possible, so that no matter whether you go east to Wangcheng or west to the volcano mansion, there will be no delay.

While talking, the falling star beast finally walked out of the woods and came to an open area.The whole picture of Sunshade City was immediately displayed in front of the three of them.

"It fits the name of this city." Wuming said, "As expected of the executioner's city, it has a unique shape."

As far as the eye can see, there is a large poisonous pond that stretches as far as the eye can see. Corrupt slugs living in the poisonous pond can be seen everywhere, and various unknown poisonous insects are rolling in the poisonous pond.Sunshade City is very low, as if sunken into the ground, except for a few towers that are a bit higher, the whole is like a pancake spread on a poisonous pool
Millicent frowned.

"It's suitable for the son of Platinum." Letina smiled.

"Millison, you and Letina go east, and I go west, looking for the way into the city." Wuming said, "If you find it, don't go in. Turn back and meet on the same road. Alone is the easiest way to die suddenly."

"You're all alone now, too?" said Millicent.

"Don't worry, if I die, I'll live forever." Wuming gave Millicon a thumbs-up, and then went west alone, and thoughtfully left the Fallen Star Beast to Millicent, guaranteeing Millicent's strength strong enough.

To the west of Sunshade City is a piece of rocky land. Fortunately, the entire city seems to have sunk into the ground, and the wall is not high. Wuming still found a place where he could climb over the wall along the rocky rocks.

Wuming also saw a few large Miranda flowers on the west side of the city, constantly throwing scarlet poisonous powder outward.

"It's a good thing that Millicent didn't go this way." Wuming shook his head and burned all the flowers casually.

Seeing that Millicent and the others hadn't come back, Wuming didn't rush back, but walked towards the rocky land further west.

Seen from a distance, the shape of the stone is a little strange, Wuming can't help being a little curious.

When I got closer, I found that there are sculptures everywhere, most of which are broken and piled up here.

The sculptures have different themes, most of them are women, and some sculptures are covered with clothes made of flower petals, which are lifelike and beautiful.

"It's interesting..." Wuming admired those reliefs, as if he was participating in a sculpture art exhibition, walking along the corridor, admiring the various forms of life emerging from the stones.

Then he was thrown out by the golem with a halberd.

"Ouch." Wuming said.

As the stone sculpture was smashed, Wuming came back to his senses.

Only then did Wuming realize that a golem that had been lying on the ground had climbed up, but without realizing it, he walked into the attack range of the golem.The golem halberd swept across, and the long handle knocked itself into the air.

"Okay, come on Dabai, pump him." At the feet of the golem, there was another man clapping his hands and cheering the golem.

The man was dressed in gorgeous costumes that almost wrote "I am a nobleman" on his clothes, and he wore a delicate mask on his face.The facial features of the mask are detailed, even a little coquettish.

Wuming suddenly became angry, gnashing his teeth:

"You're interrupting my appreciation of art!"

The man froze for a moment when he heard Wuming's words, then sneered and said:
"What kind of art is that? It's just scraps, or rubbish, in other words, unsophisticated bumpkins."

"You not only disturb my appreciation of art, but also insult my vision!" Wuming's eyes widened.

The moment he saw those sculptures, Wuming only felt that the goddess of art favored him, and an overwhelming and huge inspiration came to his mind, which made him have a clear understanding almost like understanding the law——

I can sell sculptures!
The shelf life is long, and it is not an everyday object, but it can also meet the urgent religious and spiritual needs of the residents in the border area.

Isn't this sculpture of Geoffrey Malika a hit?

Wuming is completely immersed in beautiful fantasies, fantasizing about a future in which various versions of sculptures and peripherals will be made and earn a lot of money.

The dream was ruthlessly shattered by the golem, and after being shattered, the nobleman who appeared out of nowhere would mock his taste?
Unable to bear it, he punched the golem.

Wuming jumped to the chest height of the golem, punched through the golem's chest, and tore out the meteorite inside.

The golem fell to the ground, motionless.

After tidying up the golem, Wuming looked at the noble young master with gloomy eyes.

Your young master was already paralyzed on the ground, trembling as he looked at Wuming.

Wuming squatted next to the nobleman, pulling the long braids of the nobleman into many bundles, fiercely:
"You can insult me, but you can't insult my vision of art, or my aesthetics! If I don't kill you today, then you have a good attitude."

The nobles raised their hands in trembling surrender:

"Good man spare your life."

"How are you going to make an apology?" Wuming bit the word "apology" extremely hard.

"I was wrong, I was too wrong." said the nobleman, "If you like these sculptures, I will give them to you."

"Okay." Wuming raised his nostrils generously, "But this is not enough."

"What more do you want?" The nobleman was about to cry, "I'm so poor that I have nothing left."

"You still owe an apology to the master who carved these sculptures!" Wuming said loudly, "They worked so hard to make it, and you just say rubbish? Do you know that they have worked hard!"

"I know..." the nobleman muttered.

"You know what a fart!" Wuming patted the nobleman's head again, almost knocking off the mask, "No one understands how much heart and soul these sculptures have condensed better than me!"

The voice of the nobleman was full of grievances: "I carved this, and all the dissatisfied ones are left here."

"You can evaluate what you carved? You don't understand anything! Your understanding of carving is like a layman—" Wuming was about to continue typing, but suddenly stopped, "You—what did you say?"

"I sculpted these sculptures." The nobleman repeated, "Because I was not satisfied with many places, I left them here. The finished products I am satisfied with are all in the city, although it is a pity that I can't go back..."

Wuming withdrew his slap, was silent for a moment, then stretched out his slap again—holding the nobleman's palm:

"Please be sure to join my team! Our caravan lacks talents like you!"

(End of this chapter)