The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 243 Save My Brother, I'm Stark, Please Give Me The Money

Patch and Wuming entered a dark forest. The dense trees blocked the light and shadow, and the whole forest was filled with a gloomy, swaying breath of death.

Looking at the scenery behind Patch's buttocks, Wuming asked:

"Where are we now?"

"Going back." Patch said, "The direction is probably from the king's city to the direction of the original camp."

"Why did you go that way?" Wuming was curious.

"Ask me? Didn't you command it?" Patch rolled his eyes.

"I can only sense the position of other parts of my body." Wuming said, eyes in a trance, "It moved again, driving 180 meters forward..."

After hearing what Wuming said, Patch took out the map and drew it.

Wuming's navigation is not for Patch, but to report the location of the bugs in real time.

Patch needs to find shortcuts based on these locations to catch up with the bugs.

To do this, he first had to walk through the forest in the lowlands.

There are some strange creatures in the forest, roughly humanoid, with a cape covering the head, and the face protruding from under the cape is composed of a huge number of worms.

Although Wuming was curious, the most urgent thing was to find a lot of worms, not a person with a lot of worms, so he didn't provoke them too much.

"I feel that the location is close, and those bugs seem to be wandering around the forest." Wuming said, "What are they doing here? Could it be that the two bugs are in the same group?"

"It doesn't matter to you whether you're a gang or not," Patch said. "We'll see."

"Help me!" A melodious voice came from a distance, diluted by the forest and fog, like the voice of a ghost.

"Is someone calling for help?" Wuming asked, "It seems to be on the right."

"That's not our direction," Patch said.

"Let's save it." Nameless said, "After saving it, I need some runes. I'm hungry. I've endured it for a long time. Oh my old man, if there is no more runes, I will definitely bite your ass hard with my teeth."

"Have you ever heard the story about the siren who would lure the sailors to the rocks with their singing?" Patch was unwilling to go there.

"Is there such a good thing? I happen to be short of a singer." Wu Mingxi said, "As for if it's just a good singing voice and not good enough for the audience to watch, then I can also fill my stomach."

Patch was helpless and turned to the right.

"Hey, it's reversed." Wuming lived in Paqi.

"Didn't you say the right side?"

"It's the right side, my right side." Nameless leaned his head on Patch's back, looking forward, "Now it's the front."

"Can't you say east, west, north, south?" Patch said, "Do you understand the unified weights and measures?"

"I want to say it too, but I can't recognize the direction." Wuming said, "You also know that I rely on exhaustion to go anywhere. Anyway, people can't step on the same road twice, as long as I walk enough , can always find the right way.”

"Oh, you are very familiar with the flow of everything." Patch turned around and walked in the direction of his ring finger.

"That is, after all, my hometown was destroyed here." Wuming said.

The two walked for a while, and the cry for help became clearer.

"It's a bit familiar, this voice." Wuming said, "I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

After Patch went through two more rows of trees, Wuming saw the person calling for help, and finally understood why the voice sounded familiar.

"Alexander?" Wuming said.

A huge warrior pot was stuck in the damp and dark forest, its legs were deep in the mud, and its body was stuck by two big trees, and it was stuck to death.

It was clearly Alexander who took care of the unknown business in the Red Lion City when he challenged Lataen.

Alexander heard a voice behind him and shouted:
"Help me brother, I'm Stark."

Patchiti slipped away from Wuming, and looked at the warrior pot together with Wuming: "Know?"

"This is a big sponsor." Wuming felt at ease now. In the Red Lion City, Wuming was deeply impressed by Alexander's financial resources.

Alexander also recognized the nameless voice, and said in surprise:
"Anonymous is that you? I'm Alexander! I'm Stark. Actually, I'm pursuing the way of a warrior. I have 100 million runes in my body. Now push me out of this pit and help me become a hero. I I'll give you the runes."

"It's here, is it true?" Wuming shook excitedly, the black thread wrapped around Patch's waist was loosened, and he pulled his head towards Alexander's side.

The black thread bowed and pulled the soil to pull Wuming closer. Like a maggot, Wuming's little head came to Alexander's back.

"Brother, please work hard, don't worry about damaging me, I have been exercising, and my body is quite strong." Alexander said.

Wuming was not polite, stuck his helmet at the joint between Alexander and the soil, arched it hard, and those black tentacles kept pulling, trying to push Alexander out.

But no matter how hard he tried, Alexander did not move.

After working hard for a long time, Wuming stopped moving.

After a while, Wuming said to Patch with some embarrassment:
"Help me brother, I'm Stark."

"How about some oil pot? Lubricate it?" Alexander suggested.

Patch sighed, and took out a bottle of oil from his waist, but after thinking about it, he took it back, stuck the spear and large shield behind Alexander's buttocks, and used the nameless head as a fulcrum for the shield, and stomped on the shield .

Alexander was pried out, pulling himself out of the soil by grabbing two big trees.

"It finally came out, the soil fits my body too well." Alexander let out a long breath.

Warrior Pot was a little surprised when he saw Patch: "Hey, you're not Wuming? But I clearly heard Wuming's voice."

"Oh, this." Patch put away his spear and shield, and grabbed the shriveled helmet and head underneath.

Wuming's head was used as a branch line, bearing the unbearable weight of the helmet, and half of his head was already deflated.

"No name?" Alexander was shocked.

"Not dead yet." Wuming said to Alexander, "But it will be soon."

Wuming looked at Patch with resentment:

"I didn't expect that one day, I would experience this feeling."

"How does it feel?" Patch asked.

"The feeling of being forcibly turned into firewood." Wuming sighed, "The feeling of having your head crushed."

"Did you crush any firewood?" Patch said.

"That puddle of mud." Wuming said, "Don't want to burn yourself? Beat him half to death first."

"Mud is really annoying." Alexander shook the mud on his body and nodded empathetically.

Nameless said, "Brother, where's your rune?"

"Oh, it's in my body, you wait for me to take it for you." Alexander raised his hand and tried hard to lift the lid of the pot above his head.

Alexander asked Wuming: "How did you become like this?"

"Don't mention it, I was plotted against." Wuming said, "Isn't this going to get back the place now."

"There was a fight?" Alexander became excited, "Count me in."

"That's so embarrassing." Wuming looked at Alexander's pot lid anxiously, like a pet waiting for a meal.

The lid was removed, and a strong stench wriggled from the lid, spreading darkly through the forest.

Patch held his nose and jumped a little longer, throwing Wuming to the ground:

"What's the smell? It feels like it's going to be corrupted if you smell it."

"It is indeed corrupt." Alexander said, grabbed the rune from the pot, and there were still many green and moldy meat residues on his fingertips, and handed it to the nameless helmet.

Wuming didn't mind this, the black tentacles grabbed those runes, pulled them into the helmet along with the minced meat, and kept wriggling.

Alexander touched the lid of the pot: "The last time I was in Galilee, I ate a lot of rotten knights, and their remains are still rotten, probably fermented in my body."

Alexander sighed: "Unfortunately, to become a hero and a greater warrior, it is not enough simply to have a large number of corpses of rotten knights. It is still difficult for me to improve my strength without swallowing the remains of the Broken Star General. Keep exercising."

Warrior Hu crouched in front of Wuming, watched Wuming eat, and swallowed.

Wuming looked at the posture of the warrior pot, hesitated for a moment, and pushed some residue over with his tentacles: "You want to eat too?"

Alexander shook his head: "I saw your head, and I'm hungry. You are also a powerful fighter, and your strength is beyond doubt. If I can eat your body and make you my content, I will definitely be able to kill you." to a higher level."

"It's hard for me to digest." Wuming laughed, "Believe me, except for rats, I have never seen a person who eats us and won't have a stomachache."

Alexander said with some regret: "Don't worry, since you are not dead, I will not ingest you."

"We are going to snatch my body. If there are any residues at that time, I can give you a taste of my body." The tentacles protruding from Wuming's neck touched the bottom of Alexander's pot.

"Okay! There are fights, meat to eat, life in a warrior pot, so happy!" Alexander grabbed Wuming's head, put it on the lid of his own pot, and set off with Patch.

"Chong Chong Chong." Nameless said, "I can feel it, it's nearby!"

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Millicent and Letina were roaming the forest.

"Mimi, what are we doing here?" Letina said.

"Find a way to the sacred tree," Millicent said.

"Shouldn't the holy tree go to the north? Why did we go around to the south?" Letina asked.

"It's not that we can't go to Wangcheng now, and we can't pass through the forbidden area." Millicent said, "We have to search slowly at the border."

"And I have this familiar feeling that maybe there's something to be found," Millison said.

"Okay." Letina said, "Stay away from those earthworm faces. Their breath is very similar to that of curse frogs."

"I'll be careful." Millicent said, and found a low-lying area ahead, "Go down and have a look."

The two walked into a hidden valley sheltered by dense forest.

"What kind of plant is this? It's so beautiful." Le Tina found that there are many bright red buds here, "Like the ice-crystallized wood buds on the snow-capped mountains, Millison, you can see them when you go to the snow-capped mountains. There are many such wood buds. very beautiful."

Millicent stared at these wood buds: "I have seen this kind of wood buds before. They are sacred blood wood buds, watered with blood..."

"What's there..." Letina pointed at something hidden in the shadows of the trees with sharp eyes.

Millicent and Letina approached and saw that it was a statue.

Now that Millicent saw the sculpture, she would subconsciously resist it.

Maremare always followed behind them, resting with Millicent and the others. Although Maremare, who was pulling the cart with a driver, was slow, he could always catch up with them.

And with the unnamed message, Millicent is not easy to drive people away, so she can only learn sculpture from Maremare.

Fortunately, Millicent's sword skills are good, and she is improving rapidly. Every time she learns a little bit, Millicent finds an excuse to take Letina on the road.

But seeing this sculpture, Millicent was struck by lightning.

There are two people on the sculpture, a young boy and an older girl. They hug each other and cuddle each other.

The older girl with long hair had a broken right arm.

The sculpture seemed to have a strange attraction, so that Millicent couldn't take his eyes off, wanting to touch it lightly.

Aside from that appeal, it's more of a sense of familiarity.

"This is the sculpture of Marlenia and her brother Mikaela." Millicent had such an insight.

Letina and Millicent saluted the sculpture.

Under the pedestal of the sculpture, there is a faint and strange illusory light, with the color of amber.

"This seems to be a star fragment?" Millicent was a little uncertain. "I only heard about it from the witch in the teacher's caravan, but the color is not the same."

Millicent asked Letina, "Can you see that?"

"I don't know how to watch stars." Letina said that she couldn't help.

"I heard that there is a stargazing culture in Snow Mountain." Millicent said.

"Indeed, but that's the top of Giant Mountain." Letina said, "It's on the east side of Snow Mountain, where the terrain is the highest, and the weather is also clear. We are in the Huasheng Snowfield on the west side of Snow Mountain. Mikaela probably hides the sacred tree. The location, where there is a blizzard all day long, makes it almost impossible to see the sky."

Millicent stared at the amber starlight for a while, and carefully put away the fragments of starlight according to the method of hearsay:

"Give him to the teacher, the teacher must like it very much, this star fragment has the color of the sun."

Letina looked at Millicent who was collecting starlight with great interest:

"You call the caravan's magic teacher a witch."

"She is indeed a heretical witch."

"But it seems a bit hostile to call it that." Letina rubbed Millicent with the big wolf's fur.

Millicent's face flushed against the amber light of the stars.

There was a sound of wheels, and the sunset-like red immediately faded.

"The annoying guy is here." Letina and Millicent had long been familiar with who the sound of the wheels belonged to.

Letina glanced at Millicent: "And we can't get rid of this guy because of your teacher."

"This is the challenge on the pilgrimage." Millicent put away the amber starlight and faced Maremare.

"Oh my goddess, why are you here? The environment here is not good, it's too humid and dark—" Maremare ran over with her robe in her hands, and greeted her warmly when she came up.

He also saw the sculpture and was surprised:
"This seems to be a sculpture of Lady Malenia? Did you make it?"

"How is it possible, this sculpture has such heavy erosion marks." Letina choked on Maremare.

"Probably this is fate." Maremare sighed, "Why don't you just study here? It's very secluded here."

Maremare changed her words on the spot.

"Let's get out of here." Millicent glanced at the sculpture.

She always felt that this sculpture was unusually attractive, even terrifying, and she thought it would be better to stay away.

"My goddess, are you going on your way after finishing your studies today? I found a nice place along the way with a nice view. We can relax and have dinner under the golden tree." Maremare asked.

"No, I'm going to explore north. By the way, I can meet the teacher's caravan and give the teacher something." Millicent said.

Hearing that Millicent was still obsessed with being nameless, Maremare pinched her leg through the clothes.

Maremare smiled: "Okay, do you need my help? I'm going to deliver the mold too."

"We'll be together then," said Millicent.

Maremare wasn't annoyed either, he had obtained some information on the way here, and he knew that the businessman could no longer pose a threat.

At this stage, Maremare is going to be more graceful.

Just as he was speaking, the sky that was already covered by dense leaves darkened a bit, as if something had been thrown down from the valley.

"Be careful." Millicent reminded the two of them, dodging under the tree.

A bunch of things were thrown down and landed in front of the eyes of Millicent and the others. It seemed to be some iron tools and minced meat.

It was obvious at a glance that this was a pile of broken corpses.

"What is this?" Letina's face was serious.

Millicent was puzzled at first, but after a closer look, her complexion changed drastically.

The nameless armor design is very unique in the borderlands. Although it is not eye-catching, it can still be recognized by those who are familiar with it at a glance.

Millicent covered her mouth: "This is from the teacher..."

Millicent's feet went limp, and she almost lost her balance and fell to the ground.

As expected, Maremare approached Millicent smoothly, closed her eyes and stretched out her hand, gently hugging the slender and trembling body, expressing deep emotion:
"Life is really impermanent... Please be sad and obedient, people can't be resurrected after death... Don't be too sad, you see that you are too sad, you have become thin... Isn't it a little too thin?"

"Not necessarily, there are still many beings that can be resurrected." The slender figure in his arms made a rough man's voice, "For example, me."

Maremare opened his eyes, and found a noodle man in his arms, with only a shriveled helmet on his head.

Maremare trembled in fright, and quickly jumped away.

Patch and Alexander also got out of the narrow tunnel hidden in the dense forest, and Patch impatiently whipped the branches and leaves next to him:

"Where did your navigator go?"

"I can only judge the direction, but I can't judge the altitude." Wuming said, "Besides, it's true. Not a lot of them have been thrown over."

Wuming smiled and hooked the broken parts with the tentacles in his neck, and slowly assembled himself, his head was still turning freely, looking at Alexander:
"This height, can you do it?"

Alexander laughed boldly: "No problem!"

Alexander clenched his fists, posing with force, smashed a bottle of oil on his fists, then spun his body around, smashed the branches and leaves along the way, and hit the valley with one punch.

The fierce fist wind rubbed out sparks, igniting the oil on his hands, and the fist wind shot straight into the sky like a flaming dragon.

(End of this chapter)