The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 30 Cooperation from the Blood Dynasty

Wuming and Patch stared at each other, their muscles relaxed, ready to explode at any time, like knights in a life-and-death duel.

Under the moonlight, the nameless armor and Patch's bald head reflected cold light, like a duel between swordsmen.

Now is dumping time.

Although Wuming also failed, and it may have a greater impact, as long as he takes the lead in throwing the blame away, he can remain invincible and condemn others as much as he wants on the moral high ground.

Nameless took the lead and said:

"Why did you fail? Why did you come back so quickly? Did you come back after sleeping on the side of the road?"

Patch stared:

"You look down on me, don't you? I have traveled all over the world, and I know all kinds of shortcuts and shortcuts. This is the only way to go so fast. I did what I said, and I ran to the deepest part of Gailide."

"Still haven't found it?" Wuming asked.

Patch covered his bald head and looked up to the sky with a long sigh:

"I found it. I went to Garide and found that the armor of the rotten knight was soaked in the Ionian swamp."

"Then you go and get it." Nameless said.

"There is still the remaining power of the Valkyrie there. I am afraid of being infected and poisoned, and there are still remnants of Zunfu." Paqi said, "The armor in the swamp can't be fished, but fortunately there is another place - Wailing Dune , there are many corpses of rotting knights there, and it is very dry, so there is no need to worry about infection. And there is no one there, only a demigod Lataen, I think it may be possible to steal it."

"And then?" Wuming asked.

Paqi spread his hands: "Who would have thought that Latan's eyesight is so good, and he can find me from a long distance. I am picking up corpses in the sand. I looked up and looked in the distance. I am a broken star, Lataen. I ran away .”

"It's really useless." Wuming despised Patch.

"That's Broken Star Lataen, the strongest demigod." Patch rolled his eyes, "Go if you have the ability."

Nameless sighed: "Oh, we really should change it. You will lie to Greg, and I will go find the armor. It's too late to say anything now. Let's think about what to do."

"You failed too?" Patch asked.

Nameless coughed: "In Gregor's current cognition, I am a liar."

"Sorry to talk about me." Patch raised his middle finger.

Wuming said bitterly: "Damn it, I wanted to lie to Gregory to blame the captain of the guard, it was all Baizhi's fault."

Patch asked: "That's not a show, what else can you do?"

"Kill Greg?" Nameless said.

"Didn't you say that if you kill Greg, there will be no business."

Wuming covered his face: "Yeah...it really can't be done, I can only—"

"King, are you in trouble?"

Haida walked with the support of the immortal.

During this time, Wuming and Patch were absent, but Haida became the backbone of everyone.With the ability to transform runes, she has captured the hearts of many immortals.

The strong Haida has gained a firm foothold here by relying on her own wrist.

Nameless then told her about the current predicament.

Haida said, "It's not difficult. There are many ways."

"Tell me?" Wuming sat up and listened.

"For example, you can make things about Moen City public."

"What's the point of making that public?"

Haida said: "The news of Moen City being destroyed and occupied by hybrids has not yet spread to the outside world. Our people are still guarding the Sacrifice Bridge and blocking the news.

"When the news of the hybrids occupying Moen City reaches Greco's ears, he needs to deal with it."

Patch frowned: "Can this work? I don't think Greg will take care of this, and he can't do it."

"It doesn't matter whether he cares about it or not." Haida said, "We are the ones who know the suffering of Ningmgfu the most. We also know that the city lords and principalities everywhere are very dissatisfied with Greg. Once Greg shows his inability to govern, other Local people will rise up."

She covered her mouth lightly: "They will definitely rise up, I'm sure of that, just like the hybrids in Moen City."

Wuming and Patch looked at each other in blank dismay.

Nameless said: "There will be a lot of blood."

"But the crusade against Grek is a just thing, and you don't love justice the most." Haida said, "A proper sacrifice is worth it."

Wuming was reluctant: "Is there any other way?"

"Yes." Heda said, "Your Majesty, you have sent my soldiers to Stone City as merchants. As long as they spread the fire disease in the city, Grek will have no time for him."

"Blowing fire disease, is it very severe?" Wuming asked.

"It's just that the eyes will be ulcerated." Haida licked her lips, "But overripe grapes are delicious, sweet and soft, thick and attractive, you must try it too."

Haida looked a little crazy.

It's not her fault. Without her subordinates by her side, she hasn't eaten grapes for a long time, and she does tend to go crazy.

Patch looked at the excited Heda like a ghost:
"Did she eat too much turtle neck meat, too nourishing?"

Wuming nodded in agreement, and looked at Haida with a worried look:
"This...Haida, have you heard of the Humoral Theory?"

Heda thought for a while:
"I seem to have heard of it, but I don't know much about it."

Nameless held Heda's hand:

"Come on, let's talk as we walk, I think you're a little too excited, it's not good for your health..."

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Under the light of the golden tree, Gregor looked at the letter with gloomy eyes and some fear.

The content of the letter is very simple, the guard of the big tree is dead.

The guard of the big tree is an elite knight in the royal city. He followed him from the royal city and cannot be supplemented. His death can be said to have severely weakened Stonewell's high-end combat power.

The letter was also accompanied by an exquisite portrait showing the murderer's image.

It is nameless.

The letter was sent from the subordinate who guarded the residence of Dashu, but the subordinate did not see it with his own eyes, and he did not follow the master that day.The source of the news and the images of the murderer is someone else.

The letter said nearby herders had witnessed the fighting.

Thinking of Nefeli and Nameless, Greg's face was covered with a lingering haze.

Although these are two liars, their strength can already threaten his safety.

Thinking of more and more faders sneaking into the city, an irrepressible fear grew in Gregor's heart.

"I want to become stronger, I want to become stronger..." Gregor muttered these words in a daze.

The captain of the guard followed Greg, and when he heard his murmur, he distanced himself in fear.

Greg looked around, and the soldiers around him looked at him, and many of them retreated subconsciously.

Seeing the retreating soldiers, Greg became more and more angry, and stretched out his thick giant monster arms, intending to arrest them.

Under the moonlight, a bright red arc flashed, and Gregor's giant demon arm flew up, splashing a large amount of blood.

The severe pain swept back to the brain from the severed limb, and Gregor twitched and screamed in pain.

The guards immediately drew their swords and aimed at the attacking assassin.

This is a bright red assassin with black iron armor covered with dragon scales, wearing a red cloak made of membranous wings, and holding a bright red double-ended knife that is longer than the body.

The blade of the double-ended knife was wrapped in mist-like blood, exuding a dignified aura.

The assassin did not run away, nor did he continue to attack, but just stood there, watching the screaming Gregor with cold eyes.

Greg saw the man's double-edged knife, and immediately yelled in pain:
"Don't hit him!"

After shouting, Greg looked around and found that no soldiers dared to attack at all.

Greg was in unbearable pain and had no time to breathe. He stared at the double-edged knife:

"People from the Blood Dynasty... the Blood King wants to steal my big rune?"

Greg was very angry, but seeing the strange cursed blood, he suppressed his anger.

In the battle between the strongest demigod Rataen and the Valkyrie Marenia, the winner who laughs at the end is the Blood King.

As a witness of the Shattered War, I have personally experienced the power of the Valkyrie, and I can better understand the horror of the Blood King.

The assassin just looked at him without saying a word.

"Do you look down on me?" Greg glared at the blood-red man.

"Hehe, you have misunderstood the golden king." A voice came from underground, "She never speaks."

A person emerged from the blood sprayed by Gregor.

The man was wearing a white mask.

"Who are you?" Greg asked reluctantly, clutching his broken arm.

"I'm Fan Lei, I'm here to give you a gift." The white mask said with a smile.

"Is it your gift to give me a knife?" Gregor gasped.

"I heard that you have encountered a strong enemy, and these limbs are obviously unable to meet your needs." Fan Lei said, "It just so happens that our dragon knight came back and brought new spoils, and we specially sent them to you."

"Powerful limbs?" Greg's fear and pain were suppressed at once, "Where are they?"

Fan Lei looked at the pool of blood on the ground:
"That thing is too heavy, and it's not convenient for us to transport it here. It would be more convenient if there is a bigger blood pool..."

"Understood." Greg grinned grinningly, looking at the soldiers around him, "Those soldiers who retreated just now, you are not loyal, you are all guilty, now you should be lucky, you can contribute to our strength."

Some soldiers began to kneel and beg for mercy, while others tried to flee.

The fleeing soldiers were chased by innocent soldiers, stabbed to death, and the bodies were collected together.

Blood stained the grass in the wild, and the smell of blood wafted in the wind.

A giant dragon rises from the blood like a ship breaking through the sea, with wings like sails.

Even though he was dead, this huge body still possessed breathtaking vigor and amazing beauty.

Greg was attracted by the charming dragon corpse and couldn't help approaching it.

"Are you satisfied?" Fan Lei asked.

Gregor couldn't speak, he inserted the severed limb into the dragon's neck, and pulled it hard, the dragon's head fell and was attached to his severed arm.

"Oh... oh!" Greg was intoxicated by the brand-new power, and the dragon head in his left hand grabbed a soldier, and the dragon flames gushed out, burning the soldier into coke with screams.

Greg was intoxicated by the new power for a while before looking at Fan Lei:

"Why help me? What do you want?"

Fan Lei stood in the pool of blood, next to the group of corpses, and spread his hands:

"That's what we're asking for. Our interests don't conflict, you need strength, we need blood."

Fan Lei did not explain further, and disappeared into the pool of blood together with the bright red figure.

Only when the strength is evenly matched can the most blood be produced.

Just like the rotten knight and the red lion back then.

It is wounds that the mother of truth longs for.

In the early morning of the next day, Fan Lei walked into the Church of Alley.

Fan Lei said: "I want to tell you a piece of good news. I asked the craftsmen of the teleportation array, and they said that it is possible to build a teleportation array."

Fanlei is in a good mood.

As an elite of the Blood Dynasty, he certainly wouldn't passively cooperate with Wuming.

He has already laid out the layout, helping Wuming develop the caravan, and then a fierce conflict broke out with Greg.

The blood rose has been planted, and the rest just needs to wait for the harvest.

Seeing Wuming packing the package, he heard Fan Lei's voice and said:

"We're about to move, to Lienia."

"What the hell?" Fan Lei's smile disappeared instantly, "Aren't you amazing, why are you running?"

Fanlei judged that Greg could not beat Wuming, so he specially gave Greg a gift, so that the two sides were evenly matched.Unexpectedly, Greco had just become stronger, and Wuming was about to run away.

"Why?" Fan Lei didn't understand.

Nameless said deeply:

"This is a commercial secret, you won't understand it."

"Aren't you just afraid of Greco?" Fan Lei said gloomyly, "Are you afraid that your people will bleed?"

Nameless coughed:
"That's really one of the reasons."

Fan Lei grabbed Wuming's shoulder, his eyes were bloodshot:
"I'll help you block Greg, how about giving you a chance to develop? With your strength, you can definitely grow to the point where you won't be afraid of Greg."

Wuming is a bit embarrassed:

"Eh...but we've already discussed it."

"Aren't you a businessman? Of course a businessman must put profit first." Fan Lei said, "When the situation changes, you have to change your business strategy, right?"

"Why are you so enthusiastic?" Wuming was suspicious.

"Nonsense, do you know how much effort I have spent on you?" Fan Lei said.

The guy with the double-headed saber is one of the top blood fingers in the dynasty, even if he wants to command her, it will take a lot of effort.

He paused for a moment and said:
"I paid a lot of money to get the artisans to agree to build teleportation arrays elsewhere."

Nameless said slowly:
"Businessmen should really put their interests first..."

Fan Lei nodded.

"That's why I'm going to Lienia." Wuming spread his hands, "To tell you the truth, yesterday when I was worrying about Patch, a wolf came."

"A wolf?"

"It's a werewolf to be precise." Wuming said, "When we talked about this issue, he said that Lienia also has an anvil and is blessed next to it."

"There are also here. Ningmgfu is close to the sea, and it is the place where many faders go ashore." Fanlei said.

"This is also the place I can't let go of." Wuming said heartbroken, "The round table should be able to guide newcomers."

"Then it would be nice to stay here." Fan Lei said.

Nameless was silent for a moment, then said deeply:

"But he said there are a lot of dung beetles in Lienia."

Fan Lei froze: "That's why you want to move there?"

Wuming said in a serious manner: "This is a commercial secret. I only told you because you are sincere. Don't compete with me for business."

"Who would snatch dung beetles!" Fan Lei went crazy, "Do you think the Blood Dynasty will be short of money?"

"In short, Lienia has a great advantage in terms of shipping." Wuming said, "It can save a lot of costs. Of course, we also do the business of Ningmgfu. We can transport Lienia's dung beetles by small roads." Come here, there are many other specialties."

Wuming asked Fan Lei:
"Isn't your teleportation array set up, can't it be moved to Lienia?"

Fanlei thought about Lienia.

There are almost no people in the endless water, except for crabs and lobsters.Almost everyone is huddled in the academy and isolated from the world...

How can you create wounds to get blood, find the blood of lobsters?
What color is the blood of the lobster...

Fan Lei shivered, his eyes were firm:
"No, we've already decided on the location. The teleportation array is designed according to this location, and it can't be changed."

Wuming was a little tangled, he took a few steps and looked at Fan Lei: "Can you really stop Greco?"

"He will give the Blood Dynasty this face." Fan Lei said confidently.

Fanlei believed that Grek would agree. Grek was already afraid of the blood dynasty, and this was not to make Grek give up, but to let him wait for a while, and wait for the unknown caravan to gain a firm foothold in Ningmgfu before detonating the conflict.

Wuming said: "I have already made an agreement with my subordinates, it is so embarrassing to change my mind now."

Are you embarrassed?Fanlei looked at him coldly:

"What do you want to say?"

"Send the Buddha to the West, didn't you say that the Blood Dynasty is very rich?" Wuming said, "Can you give me some liquidated damages?"

Fan Lei bit his lip under the mask to bleed:

"Fine……"

"Cheerful, really grand." Wuming patted Fan Lei's butt.

Fan Lei held back his anger:

"I have a request."

"It won't be too much, right?" Wuming said meanly.

"Don't worry, it's reasonable." Fan Lei said, "I want to stay at your new round table."

In this way, Fan Lei can use the new round table to attract newcomers for the Blood Dynasty. This new round table can be regarded as a cooperative project with the Blood Dynasty—although sooner or later it will be sacrificed.

"That's no problem, our new round table is short of talents like you." Wuming nodded in agreement.

"And my blood," said Van Leigh, "the witch's blood you promised me."

"Don't worry, when you repair the teleportation array, you will deliver the goods with blood." Wuming said.

"I want to get some blood first." Fan Lei did not let go.

"Okay." Wuming said helplessly, "Wait for me for a while."

Wuming left Ailei Church directly, passed Yakir Lake, and returned to Mengliu Cave.

Hedda was sitting there, haggard.

At her feet, there are many hot stones to replenish her physical strength.

And on her body lay a huge mosquito.

The mosquito was about the size of an eagle, its mouthparts pierced Haida's arm, and its tail was swollen high, full of blood.

"King..." Haida looked at Wuming weakly.

"Not bad, bloodletting therapy is very effective." Wuming patted Haida on the head, "You see, you are much more normal now, keep working hard."

Wuming said that continuing to work hard is obviously not empty talk, and he replaced it with a new mosquito.

Mengliu Cave is next to Lake Yakir, near the water source, and there are many mosquitoes here.

Wuming pinched the mosquito's wings, supported the swollen belly, and returned to Ai Lei Church.

Wuming held his belly like a water polo and handed it to Fan Lei:

"Here, witch's blood."

(End of this chapter)