The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 277 The Dancer of the Volcano Mansion

Tanith came back from the audience hall with a lot of blood on her body.

She walked quickly and heavily, returned to her seat and sat down, rubbing her temples with her hands, staring straight at the floor.

She raised her head and looked at the empty volcano hall. The long wind blew through the corridor, blowing the fire on the brazier to falter, almost extinguishing it.

The darkness twisted and pressed on Tanis, and the image of the burning golden tree faded in the darkness.

Tanise sat in her own side room, lost in thought.

"Is that merchant still in the room?" Tanis said suddenly, turning her head to look at the furnace behind her.

The furnace knight raised his sword and shield silently, walked to Diaros's guest room, and knocked on the door with his horned shield.

Boom-boom-boom.

The room was very quiet, there was no sound.

The furnace intensified again, and the door trembled, almost bursting open.

There was still no movement in the room.

Tanis was already standing behind the furnace, looking at the door of the guest room, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Open it," Tanith ordered.

The door opened, but it was next door to Diaros' guest room.

The gorgeously dressed aristocratic girl came out hunched over rubbing her eyes, looking sleepily at the furnace knight and Tanis:

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Tanis's suppressed expression suddenly melted away. She looked at Laya, her eyes bent into a crescent:
"It's nothing, it just seems that the guests in this room haven't come out for a long time, and I'm a little worried about them."

When Laya heard this, she puffed up her mouth:

"They didn't go to bed until late last night. They seemed to be playing cards in the room all the time, making me so noisy that I couldn't fall asleep."

Laya stepped forward to hold Tanis's hand:
"Mother, I'm still sleepy. I want to hear you tell me stories. You haven't told me stories for a long time."

Tanis patted Laya's head, a little hesitant.

At this time, the door of Huoshan Mansion was pushed open again, and a traitor walked in, but he was empty-handed.

"Lord Tanis, it's been a long time since I saw you and your daughter talking about old times." The traitor greeted, took out a key, and pointed to a room, "Is this room empty?"

Tanith pointed to another room.

The traitor thanked Tanis, took the key and opened the door to enter.

Tanis looked at Laya tenderly, then glanced at the door, and said to the furnace knight:

"Look here——beautiful Laya, I'll tell you a story."

"I want to hear the story of my birth again."

Tanis took Laya back to the room.

Laya helped Wuming stare at Wuming all night, until Tanis knocked on Wuming's door, and hurried out to delay her mother.

Unfortunately it didn't take long.

At least on the point of being very sleepy, Laya didn't lie. She didn't sleep all night and was followed by Wuming. When she was lying on the bed, she fell asleep in Tanis's story.

Tanis leaned over and kissed the snake man who had been restored to its original form, then closed the door and left.

The door of the room was locked, and all Tanith's tenderness seemed to be locked inside. She took out a key and handed it to the furnace knight:

"Open the door."

A thin tail grew out of the furnace knight's back, wrapped around Tanis' key, and opened the door of Diaros' room.

On the bed, Diaros was naked and fast asleep.

On the ground, Wuming was covered in armor and fell asleep.

Seemingly hearing the sound of the door opening, Wuming tumbling stood up, drew out his long sword, and aimed at Tanis.

After discovering that it was Tanis, Wuming took the sword back:
"So it's Lord Tanis, what are you doing here?"

"It's okay, it's just getting late, seeing that you haven't come out yet, I'm worried what happened." Tanis said, "Are you sleeping in armor?"

"I never take off my armor." The ring finger pointed at the armor. "It's so ugly inside that it can stop children from crying at night. It's so ugly that I'm afraid to scare my roommates. Oh, I never take off my armor in the caravan. If you don't believe me, you can ask my staff."

"I don't distrust you. Excuse me." Tanith said, "There are guests next door, please don't make too much noise at night."

"I know, I know." Wuming nodded repeatedly.

The door was closed by Tanis, Wuming let out a long breath, and his body suddenly relaxed.

With this relaxation, the whole body dissipated for a moment, like melting snow.

"Fortunately, we caught up." Wuming said Ashmi's voice.

Wuming, and the traitor just now, were all pretended by Ashmi.

It was too difficult to go back from Bogunhe, so Ashimi changed into a traitor, walked through the main entrance of the volcano, found a guest room, and then returned to the room through a secret passage.

Ashmi felt that sooner or later she would reveal her secrets, but Wuming insisted on letting her come, and she could only use this method.

Wuming himself returned to the camp with other employees.

Wuming ran to the experimental platform built on the roof of the coffin:

"Look what I brought you."

A strip of cloth was wrapped casually around Yazler's body a few times, just like ancient magicians wrapped leggings, and then tied a bow on top of his head.

Wuming just put Yazle, who was already like a sculpture, in front of Selian.

"Master Yazler?" Selian was indeed surprised.

"I found it on the other side of the volcano, with some of his students and demi-humans." Wuming said, "What is the thing I want you to make, is it ready?"

Se Lian handed an egg-shaped crystal to Wuming:

"It's done, but I don't know if it will work."

The blood-stained crystals are gathered into an egg shape, with holes exposed above, and blood vessels can be seen wriggling inside.

"It seems to be different." Wuming said, "This is probably a smelting furnace that combines the characteristics of the junction. As for whether it is useful, just try it."

Wuming closed his eyes, meditated something, and stretched his hands into the egg.

A burst of light shone through the egg, and Nameless grabbed out a wide-brimmed pointed hat worn by a heretic magician from the egg.

"It's useful!" Wuming cheered, and handed the dress to Se Lian, "I'll give it to you."

Serlian just lost her hood, and was uncomfortable with her beautiful braids, so she put on her pointed hat.

"Surprisingly, it succeeded in one attempt, amazing." Wuming said.

"My own soul is attached to the pyroxene. The difficulty of your thing is to transfer the soul to the pyroxene. If this is solved, it will be easy to handle." Se Lian showed his confidence as a magic genius.

"How is Lani's research going?" Wuming asked.

"I haven't done it yet." Selian said, "I'm too lazy to do it. I don't really want to make a body for the full moon's daughter."

"Tell you to do what you do and love what you do. This is also to let you lift the curse as soon as possible."

Wuming persuaded Se Lian, jumped off the hearse with the egg in her arms, and went straight to Patch.

"Finally I can change you into a good-looking outfit." Nameless said.

"Your aesthetic..." Patch questioned.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about changing it." Wuming took out one piece of equipment after another from the egg.

The first set is a set of mighty golden armor. The helmet looks like a golden lion. While the body is covered with hard armor, it is also quite slim, with a prominent waistline, which is very powerful.

"This..." Patch smiled, "I'll try."

Wait for Patch to get dressed and check in the mirror:

"Something feels wrong."

"Is there? It's good." Wuming said.

"Where's the fur?" Patch found the abnormal place, and touched the brim part of the helmet, "Where's my fur?"

"Don't make trouble, you don't have hair, people have hair to comb out the helmet tassel." Wuming said.

"This set doesn't work." Patch took it off.

"It still looks good without the red tassels." Wuming said.

"Golden lion, I wear it to meet the volcano mistress?" Patch said, "Can't I be locked up as a king's secret?"

"That's right." Wuming pondered.

"And no hair," Patch added.

"Want something suitable for a bald head? Tell me sooner." Wuming took out another set of clothes from the egg.

The black iron armor is as vague as a shadow, with a slight golden afterimage, and the dark blue cloth intertwined with the black iron armor looks mysterious and noble.

A blue and black turban with eyes intertwined in a spiral shape is wrapped around the head. Under the turban is a warm white porcelain mask with sharp eyes.

The hood has long, tooth-white hair.

"The headgear has eyes, so it looks like the Godskin Messenger. This mask matches Tanis very well. This mask also matches your slender head shape very well." Nameless said, "The most important thing is that it matches your bald head very well."

"It's women's clothing." Patch threw back the apron.

"Then what's the matter, maybe Tanis likes women." Wuming picked up new clothes in the egg.

"She likes Rackard, you said she likes men and women?" Patch threw the mask over.

Wuming tried more than a dozen times for Paqi, but was rejected for various reasons every time.

Patch once again took the clothes that Wuming took out from the egg, changed in the tent and walked out.

He was dressed in white cloth with gold embroidery, a leather waistband that outlined Patch's waistline, and blue and purple cloth was loosely tied around his waist.The chest was exposed, revealing half of Patch's rather muscular chest muscles.

"Isn't it too fancy?" Patch said.

"Can it be more fancy than Tanis?" Wuming said, "I heard that Tanis is a foreigner. Our clothes are so exotic."

"It seems... okay." Patch looked at his own image in the mirror and straightened his wig.

Wuming collapsed on the ground when he heard Patch's words:
"You are satisfied."

"You pull me to try on clothes and call me tired?" Patch said.

"I didn't expect that I would have to help you change your clothes." Wuming said, "Why do I only do this follower work recently?"

Patch laughed: "Hey, you should think so, the sun is there to help others, a public servant."

Nameless said: "It seems that you still care about your image in Tanis' eyes. You don't seem like someone who cares so much about your image. Do you really like Tanis that much?"

Patch pondered for a moment: "Come on, follow me to the volcano."

"My avatar is at the volcano, and now I'm going to expose it."

"Don't enter the volcano mansion."

Paqi took Wuming and hid outside the volcano mansion without disturbing any puppet soldiers or mountain demons along the way.

"Your ability to sneak in is so superb." Wuming exclaimed.

"Forget what I used to do?" Patch said.

Wuming was stunned: "It's all stealing."

Nameless asked: "What are we doing here?"

"Wait a minute." Patch lurked behind a rock, "wait until night."

Wuming changed more than a dozen sets of clothes for Patch, and then sneaked to the volcano. It was already night.

"I remember it was dinner time." Wuming said, "Would you like to go in and have something?"

Patch looked sideways: "Didn't you say it was all human flesh?"

Wuming also looked sideways: "Do you still care about these?"

"Of course I care." Patch rolled his eyes.

"Don't you like digging through dead bodies when you're scavenging?"

"It doesn't mean I can eat it," Patch said. "Eating people makes you susceptible to disease."

"There is such a thing?" Wuming was surprised, "I have seen many cannibals, and I don't feel sick."

"Could it be because you're the sickest you can't feel it," Patch said.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Patch suddenly covered the gap on the nameless armor:

"coming."

It was late at night, and the traitors left one after another. After a while, Tanis also came out, rarely followed by the furnace knight.She didn't stay away either, standing at the door, staring at the little golden tree that had been burned.

Tanith dances in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The dance is unrestrained and powerful, and the long skirt outlines graceful curves in Tanith's dance.

This is a casual dance with no obvious rules, only the freehand expression of emotions.

Tanise stepped on the ground with her toes and heels, drumming out the beat with her palms, and her loose sleeves swayed, revealing her muscular forearms.Every move is full of explosive power.Fingers and arms swing open and close at will, showing slim curves in various poses.

Picking up the corner of the skirt, every time you stumble, the flying dress will sway a freehand silhouette in the firelight.

The puppet soldiers had no sanity, and the epileptic volcano monster had bad eyesight. Under the light of the golden tree that no one was looking at, Tanith danced an unrestrained and passionate solo dance, panting and sweating all the time.

There is no music, only the strong beat played by Tanith herself, but it makes people feel that there is a noisy band accompanying the dancing posture.She doesn't seem to be in a sea of ​​corpses, but in a lively market, surrounded by a band, playing the role of a proud flamingo, beautiful in the blood and fire.

Tanith's dance steps became more and more frenzied, as if her body was about to be broken by herself.

Suddenly everything fell silent, Tanis stopped abruptly, panted a few times, then turned and left.

"It would be even better if there was a castanet." Patch clicked his tongue in admiration, and he looked at Wuming, "How is it?"

"You believe in my aesthetics now?" Wuming said, "Are you sure I can appreciate it?"

Patch sighed:

"That's the dance of Tanith's hometown."

"Although I don't know how to dance, as a queen, she seems to dance too professionally." Wuming said.

"You don't understand how you look professional?"

"The muscle lines of the legs are very full." Wuming said, "It is difficult for ordinary fighters to have such full muscles, obviously they have been trained professionally. Dialos may not be as strong as her."

Patch said: "Because she is a professional. Tanith is Lakad's concubine and became the mistress of the volcano after the Shattered War. But before these things happened, she was just a dancer in a foreign country. Her dance is also the style of her hometown."

"So... is this missing my hometown?" Wuming asked.

"That's right, but it's more like Mingzhi." Paqi said, "The foreign country... Heh, you're in the border area, have you heard of the foreign country?"

"No, isn't it all the territory of the Golden Dynasty." Wuming said, "Kalia is also married to the Golden Dynasty."

"Of course not, because it's all gone." Patch laughed. "At first, the golden tree was an enemy of all forces, sweeping away all dissidents, and the law was established."

"You mean...Tanis's hometown was not tolerated by the golden tree and was destroyed by the golden tree?" Wuming asked.

Patch rested his chin: "It's okay if you don't understand the dance. Do you think that style and the emotions contained in it will be tolerated by the Golden Tree?"

Wuming thought about the customs of the Asian Altar and the people of gold.

Everyone has an unrecognizable face and a style of abstinence.

Nameless shook his head.

"If Tanis hadn't been favored by Lakad, she should be no different from the wandering people under your command." Paqi said, "This is nothing unusual. The war started by the Golden Tree is much more powerful than the Shattered War. The number of small forces that have been wiped out can't be counted."

"No wonder you want to bring those powers that are judged as profane and unclean together to rebel against the Golden Tree." Wuming said.

"You take it for granted." Patch said, "But it has become the law to be able to unify the junction with overwhelming force and make Gu Long and Kalia form an alliance."

Patch said: "What is the law? It is the gods, the sky, and the overwhelming power. When the golden tree becomes the law, the people who are destroyed by it will no longer have complaints. Will ordinary people complain about the sea because they were swallowed by the tsunami? No, they will only set up a statue of a god to the sea, pray respectfully and offer sacrifices."

Nameless said: "Obviously you don't like this kind of behavior."

"Of course, that's why I hate the priesthood." Patch said, "But Tanis is different. Facing such a supreme existence, she has no fear at all. When she was a dancer, she never flattered the king. When she was the hostess of the volcano, she would not be afraid of the golden tree. I am afraid that even if she is going to die, she will still have that awe-inspiring look on her face."

Patch sighed, looking at the open space, he seemed to be still recalling Tanith's passionate dance steps.

Wuming stared at Patch for a moment:

"I thought you were just greedy for someone's body."

Patch rolled his eyes at Wuming.

Nameless smiled and patted Patch on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, I'll help you fight for it. I'm working so hard at the volcano, it's just for you."

"Come on, you are also trying to win over Lakad."

"The priority is not that high." Nameless said, "I weigh the value of Lakad by myself. But what about you? Have you weighed the value of Tanis?"

"I?"

Wuming looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of the door:
"Volcanoes are not good after all. You are so obsessed with Tanis, to what extent are you willing to sacrifice for it?"

Wuming rested his chin and looked at Patch with nothing to do with himself:

"If you encounter a dilemma, you have to be mentally prepared."

Patch was a little annoyed by Wuming's eyes, and he also sneered, ready to go back disgusted:

"Then teach me, after all, you have encountered many such choices, right?"

Wuming answered very decisively, without any hesitation:
"Do your best, but if you can't, give it up."

Paqi was silent, looking at Wuming's red eyes, but felt a chill.

(End of this chapter)