The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 258
Taking Anastasia up to the volcanic pass, seeing the Rodel soldiers who were infested with maddened flames, Anastasia was a little guilty of being as cruel as him.

She's the one who eats the faders, and across from her is a group of Rodel soldiers who eat their comrades.

Anastasia is brutal, but not stupid, and she's no match for an army.If this were the past, the one who was eaten would be himself.

Wuming didn't think there was any problem, and proudly showed Anastasia the dead bodies all over the floor:
"Is it to your liking? I want them all to know that this corpse was contracted by you."

Wuming swaggered to the front of the Rodel soldiers, and greeted those Rodel soldiers who were still not full: "Everyone, I brought the cook, now you can not only eat enough, but also eat well."

Rodel's soldiers approached Wuming with their swords in hand. They were still hungry and mad, and they hadn't regained consciousness.

Anastasia also raised the kitchen knife, gesticulating behind Wuming, studying how to use the knife properly, so that she can deal with the businessman together with these Rodel soldiers.

Anastasia suddenly felt that her body was very heavy, especially the large kitchen knife in her hand. Because she was lifted up flat, the sudden increase in gravity made it difficult for her to hold it. The blade fell uncontrollably, just hitting the back of her foot.

"!" Anastasia took a light breath, wanted to cry out, but held back and held back without making a sound.

Around Wuming, the purple gravity magic has spread, and the soldiers approaching Wuming are all crushed to the ground, unable to move.

"Let's cook first, put these fruits into the food." Wuming turned his head and saw Anastasia's feet bleeding, and took out a Hiero eyeball from the sack, rubbed out the pus and applied it to Anastasia Ya's feet.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Wuming said.

"It's numb," Anastasia replied.

"This effect is what I want." Wuming clapped his hands, "Start working."

Anastasia just gave him a blank look, picked up the kitchen knife, and slashed at the corpse.

The force was so great that it chopped the corpse to pieces.

"You don't need to work so hard, you need to be careful—" Wuming was about to teach her how to cook, but saw a golden light emanating from the kitchen knife, and the wound on Anastasia's foot healed.

Moreover, the golden light spread to the surroundings, and Wuming felt a warm healing power.

"Hey, genius doctor, he can treat." Wuming was amazed.

"It's called a prayer blow." Anastasia said, "My witch costume is not for nothing."

Wuming helped to light the fire, collected the corpses, and handed them over to Anastasia for her to deal with.

"Why don't you shy away from this thing at all?" Anastasia said, "Let these people eat their comrades in arms, even if they can wake up, they will go crazy again, right?"

"It is indeed cruel, but it can also be full of a sense of ritual and honor." Wuming said, "Take the will and strength of your comrades as your own, and survive better. My hometown also has this approach."

"What the hell is your hometown?" Anastasia looked sideways.

"It's a world where people cannibalize people..." Wuming sighed, "I hope this world won't become like that. For this reason, these people must first wake up. If they can become a monolithic people who pry open gold, this sacrifice will also It’s been a bit of a gain.”

"So cold-blooded." Anastasia commented.

Wuming spread his hands: "We can't help it. This volcanic bird doesn't shit, how can there be so much food to supply an army, or logistics is very important. Some food is good, and people have to live—— Stop complaining and do it quickly."

"Complaining?" Anastasia said, "Just kidding, I've eaten more human food than you. I'll do the job, easy."

"Do you know how to do it?" Wuming asked.

"Isn't it just chopped into pieces?" Anastasia said.

"That's definitely not possible." Wuming said, "The soldiers won't be willing, and they can't be recognized. Otherwise, they will go crazy again when they wake up."

"What do you want?"

"Cut finely to make sausages." Wuming said, "Raw meatballs, don't you know? The thing in the warrior pot can be made into that. It just so happens that the warrior pot also relies on eating the soldiers' corpses, condensing the will and obsession of the soldiers, and becoming Heroes, it's time for us to learn from the Warrior Pot to hold this kind of ceremony."

Anastasia stopped talking too much, and with the help of Wuming, she started what she had repeated countless times without stopping - cutting off the human body and cooking.

It didn't take long for Anastasia to bear it.

In the past, it was rare to kill a person, and it was rare to dispose of several corpses.

But now she has to deal with the corpses of an army, all of them are elite soldiers with strong muscles and strong bones, and their armor is also thick and heavy.

Anastasia ate countless people, and her body was terribly sinewy, but she was so tired that she couldn't even lift it.

She felt that she had chopped up all the corpses in this life, and even developed an aversion to dismembering the human body.

Wuming roasted the prepared raw meatballs and threw them away.The proud warriors are now losing their minds, grabbing those meatballs like wild dogs.

"What if they're not sober?" Anastasia said.

"One of my camps is located next to Epilepsy Village." Wuming said, "According to research, if the pain is relieved, their symptoms will also be relieved. Although it is difficult to cure, it can indeed be alleviated. These are staunch fighters, there are Hierro's eyes should be enough."

"I'm asking if I'm not sober," Anastasia repeated.

"Then we can only give them a decent ending and help them speed up." Wuming said.

"accelerate?"

A flame burst out from Wuming's palm: "There is always something, before which everyone is equal."

Hierro's eyeballs were paired with raw meatballs, and the effect was remarkable, and Rodel's soldier really regained some sanity.

At least he won't keep attacking Wuming with fire in his eyes.

Everyone has an unspeakable tranquility, filled with a sense of peaceful happiness.

"Is it delicious?" Wuming immediately leaned forward, "Can you eat it? Have you never eaten it?"

"Who are you?" A Rodel knight looked at Wuming, with madness still in his eyes, "No matter who you are, leave quickly, there is only profanity here. We will soon lose control and fall into madness."

"I know, I'm crazy when I see it." Wuming said, "But I gave you some Hierro's eyes, shouldn't it be better?"

"You helped us?" Knight Rodel heard Wuming say this, immediately saluted Wuming, and told about the situation of his troops.

Similar to the nameless guess, the back route was cut off, supplies were lost, and reinforcements were delayed. The soldiers fell into despair and were infected with epilepsy.

"We will never forget your help." Knight Rodel said sincerely, "It's so dangerous that you even sent a lot of food on purpose."

"It's a small matter, I just sent a cook." Wuming looked at Anastasia.

Knight Rodel looked at Wuming and then at Anastasia: "Are you faded fighters?"

"I eat faders." Anastasia sneered.

"I'm a businessman." Wuming said, "I have my own large caravan."

"Big caravan..." Knight Rodel suddenly became alert.

"Hey, you have no conscience, don't tell me that a businessman is not a benefactor." Wuming predicted in advance, and took the lead in standing on the moral high ground to defecate anywhere, condemning the ingratitude of Rodel's soldiers.

The rhetoric really made Knight Rodel extremely ashamed and dispelled his doubts.

"Indeed, you helped us." Knight Rodel said, "You said you only brought the cook, so how did you get the food?"

Knight Rodel looked around: "He also cleaned the battlefield for us, and all the brothers who died in battle were taken away... Thank you."

"Oh, it's in your stomach." Nameless said, "You're welcome, I just did some minor work-sprinkling some cumin and flames on the corpse, and you guys did the cleaning. Friends, you are the ones A real hero."

"What did you just... say?" There was a dead silence at the scene, and the Rodel soldiers who had been smiling happily and peacefully stared at Wuming again, and they all stepped forward and surrounded them.

"Do you have to tell them now?" Anastasia grinned as she looked at the Rodel soldiers around her.

"You have to know. No matter how bleak the facts are, you have to face them. A true warrior must face the bleak life and face the dripping blood." Wuming replied, and raised his voice, "I said that the flesh that woke you up Maru, I made it from your comrades in arms."

Before the words fell, the madness in the soldiers' eyes erupted again, and the pupils began to fester in the scorching heat, bursting out a dim yellow flame, rushing towards the nameless.

"Warrior, you really have to face the dripping blood now." Anastasia raised her broadsword and chopped off the heavily armored Rodel knight with one blow.In addition, my hands were numb from chopping meat just now, and now every time I swing, my arms will be sore and unbearable.

Several Thunder Pots were thrown from a distance and hit Anastasia's head.

If this hit is real, Anastasia will die for half of her life.

She pushed the people around her with a horizontal knife, and was about to flee to the side, but her feet went numb, and she failed to dodge.

It was the anesthetic that Wuming had applied to her feet before, and her feet hadn't felt much yet.

It was numb, not only her feet were numb, Anastasia felt that her heart was numb too.

Suddenly he was tied up to work as a cook. His arms were still sore from chopping meat before, but now he had to fight with people, and his feet were still numb.

At the last moment of her life, Anastasia felt a little aggrieved by her death.Looking at the flowers in front of my eyes, I found that I have no memories in this life.

It is to pretend to be a witch, seduce the faded person, and then chop up the meat to eat. When you are hungry, pretend to be a witch again, seduce the faded person, and chop up the meat...

The marquee ran in front of her for a while, and Anastasia felt a little strange.

"Where is there so much time for the marquee?" She opened her eyes, and found that the attack had been slanted, and large areas of Rodel's soldiers were a little bit crumbling.

"This is... what kind of evil witchcraft did you use?" Anastasia was surprised.

"What kind of vicious witchcraft, I am very straightforward." Wuming said.

"So how did you do it?"

"Poison it."

Anastasia was in awe: "Sure enough, it's so shameless to admit it."

"It's not good for me to say that." Wuming said, "It's not my fault."

"Did I order it? When did I—" Anastasia came to her senses, "Those meatballs..."

"Do you still remember what was mixed in the meatballs they ate? If you apply a little, it will go numb. They eat so much, and it will always start to work." Wuming pointed at the Rodel soldiers, "It's okay."

Knight Rodel fell to the ground, unable to control his hands and feet, with his tongue out, glaring at Nameless:

"Despicable businessman..."

Wuming squatted in front of the knight:
"Let's be reasonable. If it weren't for me, wouldn't you still have to eat your comrades-in-arms? Besides, there would be no bones left, and it would be difficult to wake up. Just because I cooked your comrades-in-arms into cooked food—you can't eat them raw, aren't you happy?"

Wuming poked his temples with both hands: "Think about knights, think about it."

The knight didn't say a word, just stared at Wuming.

Wuming approached the knight and made a victory gesture to Anastasia:

"Look at my irrefutable eloquence completely convinced him, my reason has already made him speechless."

"Be yourself, isn't he so numb that he can't speak?" Anastasia looked at the saliva flowing from the gap in the knight's helmet, imagining how the knight tried to open his mouth to refute, but couldn't control his mouth.

Wuming ignored Anastasia's sarcasm and said to the knight contentedly:

"Eat everything, so don't think so much. You can wake up, thanks to the flesh and blood of your comrades in arms. If you didn't eat, you wouldn't be able to resent me."

"Of course, if you have the courage to fight with me, I can satisfy you." Wuming stood up, and the phantom of the bright and scorching sun reappeared behind him, "I will respect your wishes and give you the honor of warriors—death in battle .”

Rodel's soldiers did not fight Wuming in the end. After a long period of anesthesia, these soldiers' madness and extreme emotions began to calm down, and time killed everything.

Wuming saw that Rodel's soldiers were getting up slowly, and fought without rushing up again. They also put away their soldier's posture and talked about business:

"Since we don't fight anymore, let's talk about something practical—I helped you, can you do me a favor too?"

"What's the matter?" Knight Rodel asked, "You seem to be in a hurry."

"I'm really anxious. After all, my business in the Asian Forum is very difficult." Wuming said, "Can you use your identity to help me open up the market? My food is not cared about in the Asian Forum. I hope you can help me. I add some leverage."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Knight Rodel said, "We are dying and cannot go home."

"I can bring the oral order to bless the king." Wuming said, "Let you go home with permission."

This condition was obviously much more attractive, causing a burst of whispering.

The soldiers missed Yatan and the life in Wangcheng very much.

But the will of the self is always susceptible to the influence of the group, especially in the army. Soldiers look at each other, want to see other people's opinions, and hope that they can "fit in the group".

As they looked at each other, these whispers gradually disappeared, and the Rodel soldier fell silent.

Knight Rodel said: "Forget it, we can't help you."

"You just need to eat more of my barbecue." Wuming said, "Of course it's normal meat, and it's not hard at all. Food taster, no matter how many people want to do it, there is no such thing. As long as you are in your capacity, Take the lead in breaking the situation, and the people of gold will definitely follow your example—"

"What are our identities?" Knight Rodel interrupted Wuming.

"Soldiers who sacrificed for the Golden Dynasty." Wuming said, "Heroes."

Knight Rodel pointed to his eyes: "It is the defiled who is tainted with blasphemy."

Countless pairs of bright yellow eyes looked at Wuming, like fireflies fluttering in the wind and rain.

Rodell Knight said: "There are so many people here, if we want to return, we can do it long ago. But we are already doomed not to go back, so we would rather keep attacking here and eat our comrades-in-arms alive. We don't want our family to be ashamed, I don’t want to be viewed in a different light.”

After listening to Knight Rodel himself, Wuming murmured: "It's really perfect, the Golden Law."

He originally wanted to use the tainted people of gold as a fulcrum, trying to pry away the stubbornness of the people of gold.

But the golden law has its own set of self-contained systems—those who defile it are not the people of gold.Naturally, the opinions of those who defile cannot affect the people of gold.

"Give up, we are destined to become remnants. To die in the volcano mansion is our destination." Knight Rodel said to Wuming.

"I really have to give up." Wuming said helplessly, "It's time to give up the fantasy. The golden law, the golden dynasty... the power that can rule this borderland, it's hard to take advantage of the loopholes with cleverness—"

Wuming said to Knight Rodel: "Then cure the epilepsy."

"Cure epilepsy?" Knight Rodel didn't believe it, "This is a terminal illness."

"Someone can cure it." Wuming said, "It's good to find it."

"Who?"

"'Sacred Tree' Michaela."

Wuming looked at the huge golden tree in Wangcheng:

"Just count the time, and the bridge is almost finished. The worm is no longer our partner-can start another project."

Nameless pointed to Knight Rodel: "As for you, would you like to do me a favor—be my experimental subjects and study the treatment of epilepsy."

Knight Rodel was infected by the nameless pride, and his blood was also stirred up, saying:

"No."

"Ah?" Wuming raised his eyebrows.

Knight Rodel pointed around: "A lot of comrades were crushed on the ground just now, but actually suffered serious injuries, and some of them couldn't even stand up."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Wuming relaxed, "I can handle small things."

"You still treat?" Knight Rodel was pleasantly surprised.

"That who." Wuming pointed at Anastasia and snapped his fingers a few times, "Don't you know how to pray for a blow? Hurry up, go around and heal all of them."

　After playing Pinocchio, the combat feels bang, and sometimes it emphasizes rebounding, so streaming is very painful.It’s okay if you don’t stream and play, but the other parts are solid and ordinary—it’s already considered good in Soul-like, after all, it’s not that great.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)