The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 289 God Devouring Serpent
Two horses are pulling a carriage with a sedan chair, running leisurely on the smooth road.

In the not-so-large car, it was a bit crowded at this time, and it was full of seats.

Originally, there was enough room for three people to sit, but it became cramped because of the temporary ride of the fourth person.

Sitting in the carriage was a warrior in chain mail, a finger witch, and a man in leather armor who was a bit out of his wits.

And the last knight who got on the car was wearing full body armor and carrying a large bag.

Wuming warmly thanked the other three people in the carriage:

"Thank you for saving a life."

"You're welcome, we're both faders, and we should support each other." The chain mail warrior shook hands with Wuming, "Running to the Yatan in full body armor is too dangerous even in a cool place like the Lake District."

"Where are you going?" Wuming asked.

"Go to the Asian Altar." The soldier said, "I heard that all the passages to the Asian Altar Plateau have been opened up, and we can go to the Asian Altar. Anyway, if we continue to stay in the Lake District, it is impossible to get the Great Rune—— After the opening of the academy, many people went to challenge the Queen of the Full Moon, but the gap in strength was terrifying. Some people planned to steal the big rune, but they didn't find it at all. That's a water-tight queen...it's terrible."

Wuming murmured in his heart: Can't you find it, then it's not on Man Yue.

Wuming looked at this gorgeous carriage:

"Your journey was quite comfortable. I thought soldiers could only ride horses."

"Only thinking about the mission, the pressure is too great." The soldier said, "I have seen many people who just followed the blessing, but they were not prepared enough and were killed by a powerful enemy. Sometimes I really doubt that the blessing is deliberately letting us to die."

The soldier took out a bottle, pried open the cork, and handed it to Wuming: "Healthy life, you should enjoy it, so you can persevere."

Wuming took the bottle and sucked it with a straw.

After taking two sips, Wuming looked at the bottle of light red liquid:
"The taste is very strong..."

Wuming was just being polite. It is impossible for him to taste the drink because he has no sense of taste, but this bottle of drink made him a little familiar.

Similar to the dew drops of dung beetles.

"This is a good thing we bought when we passed Stone City." The soldier smiled, "The wine made from dung beetles, supplemented with many herbs and seasonings, can take care of wounds and appetite, and is very popular among faders. popular."

"That's right." Wuming nodded, "But you have witches, so this should only be used as a drink."

Hearing this, both the soldier and the witch subconsciously glanced at the man in leather armor, and the soldier sighed:

"There's always someone who doesn't have a witch."

Wuming noticed that the man in leather armor was in a bad mood, and handed over the bottle in his hand:
"Friend, drink."

The man in leather armor took it and swallowed it all in one gulp.

The soldier said: "We were friends who fought side by side, but his witch was killed by Bloodfinger. Although I wanted my witch to serve him, he didn't want to."

"For the so-called face?" Wuming asked.

"In order to continue to stand together as equals." The man in leather armor spoke hoarsely, "and I can't always be with him."

The soldier said: "He is going to seek revenge from Bloodfinger, regardless of the guidance of blessings, and is going to become a Bloodfinger hunter. He said that he is too dangerous to be with him."

"Oh, I know a Bloodfinger Hunter, you can talk about it." Wuming said.

The soldier said: "We went to Yatan this time to find a new witch for him."

"A new witch?" Wuming said, "That's rare."

The nameless caravan has been cultivated for so long, but not many people have been trained.

"There is a large caravan. I heard that they provide services for witches." The soldier said, "The fine wine and this avenue are also created by them."

"It's not that big of a contribution. It's just a few sections of road. The main road was repaired by Kalia." Wuming has begun to be humble.

The carriage jolted and gradually slowed down.

The warrior drew out his long sword, inserted it out along the window of the carriage, and observed the outside through the reflection of the sword.

"Is there an enemy?" Wuming asked.

"It's blocked." The soldier put his sword back into its sheath and relaxed.

Near the Dikdas lift, there are more horses and vehicles, and it is impossible to gallop like in the wilderness.

Wuming also lifted the curtain and looked out, saying:

"There are not many people, why is it so chaotic."

"Everyone is a fighter, and there are not so many rules. When we get together, no one will obey the other. It doesn't matter if there are people who jump in the line. It doesn't matter, if you don't agree, you may fight directly." The chain mail soldier looked over from the other window.

During the conversation, there was really the sound of fighting.

"Patch can't do it." Wuming shook his head repeatedly.

When he was here, he was never in such a mess.

He got out of the carriage, ready to get closer to prevent the situation from going too far.The three of them also followed, wanting to see the excitement.

Wuming pushed through the crowd, and saw a few faded people fighting in a scuffle, and more good-for-nothings gathered around, cheering and applauding.From time to time, some magical stray bullets hit the crowd of onlookers, causing bursts of curses.

Some retreated bleeding, others cursed and prepared to join the melee.

Seeing this, Wuming hurriedly stood up:

"Everyone don't fight, calm down, peace, peace."

"Which onion do you have?" The angry soldiers stared at Wuming, who was not strong, and spoke with anger.

"That's right, you were affected by the explosion crystal just now, and if you accidentally hit a vital point, you will die. Can you bear it?" a voice said from the side.

Those who had already started fighting ignored Wuming and continued to release various powerful moves in the crowd.There were bursts of cheers and curses from the crowd.

Wuming looked at these people, feeling a little dazed for a while.

A howl of a wolf overwhelmed all the roars, as if a ferocious beast was running through the forest, the swarm of insects was silent, and the faded man tensed up, looking for the direction of the sound.

"Heaven!" A fader noticed.

A black shadow passed through the sky, across the crowd, and hit the middle of the fighting people, causing several people to roll on the ground several times in the blast.

A werewolf held a huge sword and stuck it on the ground, his eyes were red and his teeth were bared.Then he pulled out the giant sword, and the frost exploded, followed by an ice storm with howling wolves.

The dangerous aura made half of the Faded people present pull out their weapons and step back to distance themselves.Surprised that such a dangerous and powerful enemy came from nowhere in the caravan camp.

"Why did you run out?" Wuming was also very surprised.

Blazer, who was supposed to be trapped in the warehouse, actually ran out in front of so many people.

The faded man was still nervously guarding against the werewolf, and when he was looking for an opportunity to make a move, another figure jumped over the crowd and rushed directly in front of the werewolf.

A beauty in a black dress wearing a mask, holding a spiral sword, smashed at the werewolf with ghostly speed and troll-like strength.

The werewolf twisted around and blocked it with the giant sword on the door panel, but was blown away with both the sword and the man, and fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

The bangs and air waves made by the beauty in the black skirt when the werewolf was blown away startled the faders. Judging from the results of the werewolf, this is indeed a guy more terrifying than this beast.

The woman in the black dress pinned the werewolf to the ground, then pinched her neck and put it on her shoulders, as if she was carrying a sack, and looked around. Although her eyes were blocked by a mask, no one suspected that there was a pair of sharp eyes under the mask. be terrified.

The woman in the black dress saw Wuming and suddenly smiled:

"Sorry, sorry, he went berserk all of a sudden, I didn't hold it down."

"Why did you suddenly go berserk?" Wuming said to Ashmi with some dissatisfaction, "It's not good to hurt the guests."

"Maybe it's because——I found it." Ashmi said, "Finding the crux of the problem made him react so strongly. With a little more fine-tuning, we can find a way to completely block the curse."

"Then pay attention to safety, and strengthen the defense in the future, so as not to damage the caravan's reputation." Wuming waved Ashmi back.

Asmi walked back with Blaze on his shoulders, and the faded people along the road gave way one after another, and stared at this beautiful woman with awe-inspiring eyes.

After Ashmi left, Rei turned his attention to Wuming again.

The soldier who shouted at Wuming before was a little sluggish, and his tone was much more polite:
"You... which onion do you have?"

"I'm a member of the caravan." Wuming smiled, "Everyone, please line up, everyone is a fader, don't hurt your peace."

"Why can't the fading people hurt their peace?" A voice in the crowd was displeased, "Are there still few organizations hunting compatriots? We are all competitors, and we all want to snatch the big rune."

"Then at least in my territory, everyone should put aside their prejudices and enjoy the service of the caravan." Wuming said.

"Where do you think you are? Round table hall?" The previous voice sounded again, "You are a small caravan, do you deserve it?"

The voice is sharp, and it makes people angry when they hear it.

But Wuming looked over, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

The voice was mixed in the crowd, erratic, and it was extremely difficult to identify the direction:

"It's just one step ahead of us, so you can control the elevator? To charge so much for the elevator? Brothers, we expand the territory, and they eat hot pot in a horse-drawn carriage, so they occupy the road and fight with these evil chaebols." !"

Some faded people were encouraged, rolled up their arms and sleeves, and were about to rush up to teach the rich man in front of them a lesson, but just as they took their legs, they found that they were extremely heavy, and could only slowly walk towards the nameless.

"This friend summed it up very well." Wuming smiled, "We are preparing to become a new round table."

Nameless raised his arms and shouted:

"You are thirsty, we have wine, you are hungry, we have food. We have equipment for broken weapons, maps for lack of guidance, and witches for lack of strength. Even if you commit a crime, we can atone for it."

The nameless tone is serious:

"Meticulous service, a warm and reliable harbor. We are the real circle—"

Before he finished speaking, Patch suddenly jumped out, covered Wuming's mouth, bowed and bowed to the faded people nearby, with a smile on his face:

"Everyone, I'm sorry, his mind is a little abnormal, you can do whatever you want, whatever you want. Our place is not as unfree as the round table, so please feel free."

The faded people looked at this farce, a little puzzled, but they were repeatedly interrupted, lost their temper, gradually dispersed, and finally no longer blocked the road.

"Why do you want to stop me?" Wuming asked Patch, "Let them continue to make trouble like this, the camp will be dangerous."

"Didn't you see that someone was deliberately instigating it?" Patch said.

"I found it." Nameless said, "That's why we need to stabilize the faders."

Patch shook his finger:
"Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong, how do you think we can fill up the wages of employees so quickly?"

Wuming frowned: "Oh?"

Patch pointed his eyes in one direction.

That's where the faders fought each other before.

Most of those who faded were painted, and several were even critically injured.

But most of these faded people were accompanied by witches. At this time, many witches were already kneeling on the ground, letting their warriors lean on their knees, chanting healing prayers.

"What's wrong?" Wuming didn't understand.

"Keep watching," Patch said.

After a while, there was a commotion among the wounded, and the witches were horrified to find that their soldiers were not recovering as fast as expected, and some of them were deteriorating very quickly, almost out of breath.

Some witches were about to cry, and even suspected that their beliefs were not devout enough.

"What's going on here?" Wuming asked.

"The blood of the Platinum Son," Patch said, "has the effect of hindering these healing spells, and there is a mist made of platinum blood floating around the camp."

Patch still put on that humble smile, walked up to the wounded, and rubbed his hands:
"It seems that the treatment effect is not very satisfactory. Do you want to use our therapist? There are also many doctors in our caravan."

The faded man, who was not seriously injured, was still in the mood to ask the price, but the witch of the dying warrior was already concerned, so she agreed without hesitation.

"The family members sign here, and Luen will hand it in first." Patch immediately took out a contract scroll, "It doesn't matter if you don't have any money, you can mortgage your staff, armor and weapons. You are all powerful fighters, and your equipment must be very good... "

Wuming was dumbfounded:

"This is your method? This...isn't very good?"

Paqi leaned in front of Wuming, stuffed Rune into his hand, and whispered:
"Ten people have their salary this month."

Wuming clenched Rune tightly, closed his eyes, and turned his head, not looking at those faded people:
"This is probably the price of being irritable, so let them go to class."

Patch smiled: "You can go and rest, I know you are kind-hearted and don't care about these things."

"But if something is preventing recovery, how do you treat them?" Nameless asked.

"Don't worry, there is a solution." Patch clapped his hands.

A woman with wavy blonde hair wearing a soft white gauze walked forward step by step with a dignified and elegant demeanor.Behind her, there is a group of perfumers, holding medicine jars.

"Lance Shanks?" Wuming vaguely understood.

Lance Shanks walked up to the dying wounded, knelt down, and held the wounded in his arms.

The light wind surrounds the blonde woman, blowing her skirt and long hair, as if a goddess descended to earth.

The goddess was compassionate and shed golden tears for the dying wounded.

Tears dripped on the wounded, and the injury stabilized immediately.The perfumers then stepped forward and applied various herbs to the wounded.

“A little bit of wind blows the fog away,” Patch says, “and the perfumer’s herbs are much less affected.”

Wuming secretly gave Patch a thumbs up.

Lance Shanks did the same and treated all the other wounded. Soon the dying soldiers were healed and indulged in Lance Shanks' warm embrace.

Some guys who don't know the depth even hang on Lance Shanks' lap, and want to reach out and feel the softness of the gentle goddess.

Lance Shanks smiled, punched the wounded man in the lower abdomen, and smashed the opponent's entire body into the ground.The body was not completely broken because of the protection of the golden teardrops, like a golden statue half buried in the ground.

Lance Shanks shattered the fantasy and passion of the soldiers with one punch, and finally stopped thinking about fighting, and honestly paid for the treatment.

Wuming asked Patch:

"Don't try to dissuade them, and don't be less caring. Make sure they go to the Asian Forum."

"We don't have much business in Yatan," Patch said. "It's best for them to stay here. Why do you think there's traffic jams on such a spacious lift camp?"

"Couldn't it be possible to catch all the fish?" Wuming said, "And I just stood among the crowd and felt their cheers... I think it would be good for us if such a group of passionate people came to the Asian Forum."

Wuming clenched his fists: "Their passion will definitely impact the people of gold and cheer up the spirit of the Asian Forum."

"Listen to you, anyway, you have all of Lani's runes, we are not short of money." Paqi didn't care.

At the request of Anonymous, Patch commanded, the faders restored order, began to line up honestly, got on the elevator in an orderly manner, and headed for the Asian altar.

Wuming himself returned to the position of the carriage, thanking the kind fader who sent him here.

"I didn't expect you to be the boss here." The chain mail soldier exclaimed.

"The boss is still on his way without your help." Wuming said, "I have to thank you."

"We have no shortage of runes." The soldier declined Wuming's kindness.

"We are short." Nameless said, "I am not giving you runes, but inviting you to walk with me for a while."

In principle, the elevator does not allow things that are too large and heavy to go up, but with unknown face, the carriage still goes up.Wuming took the three of them to the Asian altar and continued northward.

Nameless said: "We haven't gained a firm foothold in the Asian Forum, and we can't serve you all the way. I will send you to our further camp, and tell you about the pits we stepped on in the Asian Forum - thank you Ritual is our experience."

"This is a very useful thing." The soldier exclaimed.

On the carriage, Wuming explained to the faded person what he had learned, about the war between the volcano and the royal city, Ge Fulei's return to Montgomery and his departure.

"So, the Blessing King of Wangcheng disappeared?" The focus of the warrior was still on the demigod.

"Hmm...disappeared." Wuming looked outside with a guilty conscience.Didn't tell them that Mengerte was hiding in the caravan just now, not far from Lance Shanks.

Wuming changed the subject and said to the man in leather armor:
"The bloodfinger hunter I mentioned earlier is also in the caravan. You can share your experience. He should know a lot of information and locations of bloodfingers. If you want to hunt bloodfingers, you can ask him for advice."

"I reject."

Near the Yatan three-fork, since the volcano expelled the unnamed caravan, they retreated to the original position and set up camp at this place not far from the volcano and the royal city.

There is no energy to maintain the lift and the camp next to the tunnel, and there is no ability to go further to the volcano.

Yura was in this camp, stabbing with a long knife while rejecting Wuming's request.

"You should take a break, too. It would be good to pass on your experience of hunting blood fingers to the younger generation." Wuming said, "Inheritance is very important."

Yura repeatedly waved his tusks in the air, bringing out his sharp air blade.He seemed to be practicing a watertight sword technique, cutting off the surrounding flowers, plants and fallen leaves without leaking a single bit.

But although the long knife can cut flowers and grass, it still can't cut the air, and a burst of fragrance breaks through layers of knife nets and spreads to Yula's nose.

Not far away, Wuming set up a barbecue grill and fanned Yula's side vigorously.

Yula glanced at Wuming, his eyes wide open, the knife in his hand was faster, and the sword wind screamed intensively, trying to isolate the scent.

"Are you?" Wuming said, "Isn't Eleonora already defeated by Paqi?"

"She just lost an arm," Yura said. "I know her. She won't die. She will become stronger and come back again."

The faders were a little puzzled and asked:
"Eleonora, who is it?"

"Blood finger." Wuming said, "Pure purple blood finger, Eleonora, is said to be a very strong blood finger."

"Pure purple blood finger?" the man in leather armor said, "That's one of the two heroes under the blood king."

"You also know?" Wuming said, "It's not like the person you two want to kill...is the same person?"

The man in leather armor shook his head in a low voice:

"No, my witch... was killed by the blood finger who was looking for Eleonora. It seems that the blood finger is also looking for this pure purple blood finger."

"Because she defected." Wuming said, "Now she is a traitor, the people of the volcano."

"Then it looks like we can attack this Bloodfinger together." The soldier poked at the man in leather armor, "We can fight together again. The demigod in Wangcheng disappeared, so I can only go to the volcano to find the demigod."

"Eleunora is mine." Yula flashed the tip of the knife, unscrewed the fattest piece of meat from the nameless grill, and threw it into his mouth.

"Ah! That's the meat I left for the guests!" Wuming looked at the exposed bones on the shelf with distress.

The man in leather armor stared at Yura:

"Why did you kill her? Did she kill someone important to you too?"

Yula looked at the man in leather armor for a moment in the shadow of the sword, sighed, and finally stopped swinging the knife and sat in front of the grill.

"I'm also very curious." Wuming also said, "If you can explain a little bit more clearly, I might be able to help you, for example, give you some sword skills or something."

Yura drooped his eyelids, looking at the throbbing bonfire:
"There is nothing to say, you can guess it... We used to hunt dragons together and exchange sword skills. At first, the old man was slightly better, taught her sword skills, and told her that one inch is longer and one inch is stronger. But Eleonora is a rare She is a genius, silently tempering her sword skills, and soon the old man's long teeth will no longer be able to bite her. She is indeed a genius, as long as there is no one that kills her, she will learn to crack it quickly and grow stronger."

Yura looked at the dragon scale on her hand:
"When did it change...Maybe it started when she ate the first dragon heart. I only remember how beautiful her dragon flame is, how elegant her sword skills are...but she ignored the danger. I always I thought it was cursed blood that polluted her, but now that I think about it, maybe from the very beginning, her dragon flame has buried a haze. Her heart...has been occupied by dragons. Even if she is asked to kill her own mother, I'm afraid without hesitation."

Yura opened his mouth, looked up at the position of the volcano, and swore to his heart and the gods in the sky:

"She is a monster cultivated by the old man, I must kill her."

"But you have lost several times." Wuming said.

Yula smiled wryly: "I'm used to it. Before she became a Bloodfinger, the old man already lost more than he won. The old man is only good at using this tusk to deal with giant beasts. The experience of killing people only came after hunting Bloodfinger." slowly accumulated."

"Do you need me to guide you?" Wuming asked.

"No, I'm already very grateful for this body." Yura said, "I've already asked Patch about the technique, and he said some very useful things, which I'm now realizing."

Yura raised his fangs one by one, fantasizing and planning the way to fight in the air.

"You are indeed masters, and those skills are very useful to me." Yula pointed her sword straight at the volcano, "The next time we meet, I will grow faster than her, and I will definitely be able to kill her ambition. I have a hunch that the next confrontation, I will win."

"Hunch?" Wuming didn't believe it, "Is your hunch right?"

"The swordsmanship in our hometown is not as strict as you, Paqi." Yula said, "Many times, the swordsmanship depends on the swordsmanship that has been honed and our feelings."

"Then I wish you success." Wuming raised his glass to Yula, "If you don't take her down, I will do it myself."

"Next time we meet...Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you..." Yula murmured, clutching the handle of the knife tightly, "I will extinguish your ambition..."

The audience hall of the volcanic mansion, called the audience hall, is more like a huge ring-shaped crater, with the fog above it, and the sky cannot be seen clearly.

The blood gas formed a thick fog, and the flames stirred, making it almost impossible to see the surrounding scene clearly.

A blood-red double-ended knife was quietly inserted on the ground. Not far away, the black iron armor decorated with the body of the flying dragon was torn to pieces like a rag. A large amount of minced meat was mixed with the twisted armor, and the blood did not seep into it. The ground, because the ground was already blood red.

In the thick fog, some huge monster moved its body, set off a storm, and blew away the blood mist, revealing a picture of hell.

The corpses piled up on the ground, forming hills and hills, with no boundaries in sight.

A column of charred corpses stretched into the mist of the sky.

Countless pieces of armor in various forms are scattered beside the mountain of corpses, silently telling the tragic struggles that have taken place here.

In the center of the audience hall, there is a huge mass of objects. At first glance, it seems to be a hand with clenched fist and all five fingers.But if you look closely, you will find that it is covered with snake scales, which are constantly wriggling.

At the edge of the audience hall, Laya covered her mouth and looked at the giant beast in the middle of the audience hall in horror:

"What is that... Didn't you say to take me to meet my parents..."

Behind Laya, the man put his hands on Laya's shoulders:
"Don't worry, you'll see it soon. Let me tell you, all the truth..."

(End of this chapter)