The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 420 The Fragile Balance of the Holy Tree

The caravan waited for several days, and Millicent and Letina finally returned. The nameless caravan was finally ready to set off, leaving Ceremony Town and heading to the Holy Tree.

But before that, they had to solve another problem.

Wuming stood on the stairs leading to the high teleportation gate in Ceremony Town.

In front of the door, a seal blocked it, denying everyone entry.

Wuming pondered for a moment, then took out the small box that Michaela gave him, opened the small box, pinched out the golden needle inside, and started to look for holes in the seal.

After searching for a long time, I didn't see a single hole. I held the gold needle in front of the seal for a long time and almost poked it crookedly.

As Wuming expected, the golden needle shaped like a sacred tree is indeed quite fragile. The overly delicate shape makes it difficult to maintain its own balance. It relies on the strength of pure gold, which is not solid, to maintain its shape and maintain its fragile shape. balance.

"Master, that's not what happened." Millicent came over and told Wuming.

"How do you know?" Wuming asked.

"Ms. Michaela asked me to tell you." Millicent pointed to Michaela at the bottom of the steps, who was smiling and waving at the two of them.

"I didn't tell you earlier." Wuming put away the golden needle as if nothing had happened, walked up to Mikaela and said, "I overestimate your golden needle. Let me just say, this needle is too fragile."

Michaela said: "The key to unlocking the seal is not at the door of the seal, but in the center of Ceremony Town, in the sealed prison in front of the seal."

"Don't tell me sooner."

"I just asked," Michaela said. "It was the idea that the Sons of Platinum came up with, in order to prevent anyone from trying to break into the Holy Tree. Since that incident, the defense here has been strengthened a lot."

Wuming asked: "How to unlock it?"

Michaela said: "Enter the sealed prison, light four bonfires, and the seal will open."

"What an annoying mechanism." Wuming said, "Can you come up with something new? It's so annoying."

"It's annoying, no one is going to break the seal." Michaela pushed Wuming into the prison.

"Then let all the men go in and light the fire." Wuming said.

"I'm afraid you still have to come." Michaela said, "There are guards inside to avoid accidental injury."

"You come with me and be a human shield." Wuming said, entering the sealed prison.

This is a space that is no different from Ceremony Town. Mikaela's statues are scattered throughout the town, holding candles, waiting for someone to light them.

Mikaela's figure also appeared in this space, standing next to Wuming, but her figure looked a bit blurry.

"This is another space, a little far away." Michaela said, "Wait for me."

A moment later, another Michaela appeared, her body obviously more solid, blending into the virtual image.

Since Asumi found another clone teardrop, Mikaela has gained a new body and doesn't have to squeeze Asumi's time.

Wuming raised Mikaela high, letting the Sons of Platinum Demon Archers guarding on the roof see her.

Wuming looked along where the Son of Platinum was guarding and found that the Demon Archer was under a sculpture. Not far away there is a ladder leading up to the mainly lit candle sculpture above.

"Can you ask them to help?" Wuming suggested. He really didn't want to do this job. "I'm a big boss who earns hundreds of thousands every minute. It's not appropriate for me to run errands."

Michaela said: "They can't walk, so it would be inappropriate for them to light a fire."

"To get up the ladder, you only need hands." Wuming said, "They are all magic archers, and their bow arms are very strong. Getting up the ladder is not a matter of minutes."

Michaela had no choice but to tell the Sons of Platinum to climb up and light the fire. The other Sons of Platinum drew their bows and shot arrows, walking through the poplars with a hundred steps, and ignited the other two sculptures at high places.

"The last one is down there, there's really nothing they can do." Michaela said, "You can only come."

"Go." Wuming pushed Mikaela, but his hand passed through Mikaela's body.

"I'm just an illusion," Michaela said.

"Forget it, just order one, that's okay." Wuming said, "Where is it?"

Following Michaela's guidance, Wuming walked onto the street, preparing to light the last candle.

He seemed a little reluctant and unsteady.

After walking a few steps, he stopped completely.

There is an extra hole in Wuming's chest, and a dark dagger is inserted into the chest. Along the dagger, there is a man wearing a black gauze and black cloak, and his body is covered with exquisite and luxurious dark silver scales.

"Black Knife Assassin." Wuming recognized it.

Wuming had seen black knife assassins several times in the Lake District, and was quite impressed by their stealth and ferocity.

He looked down at the hole in his chest:

"Michaela, why didn't you inform them? Where's the human shield we agreed on?"

Michaela said: "I'm sorry, but Black Knife is not one of my men. They don't listen to my orders."

Wuming waved his hand casually, drew the black knife away, and his body became invisible again.

"Then what are they here for?" Wuming asked Michaela.

"Who knows, maybe he came to assassinate me and was imprisoned." Michaela said, "Maybe he was protecting me but didn't obey my orders."

Michaela said: "In short, I can't restrain them. No matter what they are here to do, they choose to kill you first."

Michaela stood beside Wuming, seemingly not being attacked at all.

"Being invisible is really annoying." Wuming clicked his tongue, looked around, and found snow on the ground, his eyes lit up, "I know this question, look at the footprints!"

Wuming saw a footprint appear in front of him, drew out his long sword and swept it out, cutting through the air, and then his shoulders sank.

The black knife appeared again, with both feet already standing on Wuming's shoulders, clamping Wuming's head between his legs, twisting the head [-] degrees, and piercing Wuming's heart armor with the dagger again.

Wuming straightened his head and held his forehead:

"Don't bring back painful memories. Why are invisible women so annoying?"

Wuming stomped his feet and ran directly along the street. Along the way, his body seemed to brush against a soft body.

Then he stopped his body with one foot, turned his head sharply, remained motionless, held his breath and looked behind him.

On the snow, a footprint appeared in the distance.

Wuming turned around, turned his head sharply, and the footprints were a little closer, and then turned back sharply, and they were even closer again.

Wuming stared at the footprints, judging the distance. He estimated that if it were any closer, the opponent would jump directly on him and make a hole for himself.

As he was observing, a cold breeze felt on the back of his neck.

Wuming lay down directly, and the ground fire surged. A black knife behind him was jolted by the flames, and fell heavily to the ground. His scales were scorched black, and he was stepped on by Wuming, unable to move.

When he opened the inner thigh of the black knife, there were no traces of scratches between metals.

"More than one." Wuming reacted immediately and prepared for the Tiger Landing Stance again, with his hands imprinted on the ground.

The sharp dagger lay across the lower part of the neck like a ghost without making any sound. As the nameless person leaned over, it smoothly cut from the throat to the spine.

The open wound in the throat did not spurt out blood, but instead spewed out a nameless angry roar:

"Black Knife! Don't let that invisibility linger all day long, who can't!"

Before he finished speaking, a drop of black mud dripped from the wound, and the nameless figure had disappeared.

The sealed prison in Ritual Town suddenly became quiet, and there was no one on the street.

Wuming opened his arms and tiptoed to prevent any sound from coming out.

"Hmph, how about it, can you still hit me now?" The nameless laughter was transmitted by magic and sounded everywhere.

Michaela applauded Wuming:       "Awesome, so how are we going to deal with each other?"

"Can you charm them?" Wuming asked.

"I can't exert much power here, and my abilities are not effective on them." Michaela looked at her palms, "Their hearts are like stones."

"But they don't want to hurt you." Wuming stared at the sculpture in the distance, "The only target is there, but there are still many black knives around, so they will definitely gather there - then the answer is certain. "

Wuming removed his invisibility, cracked the floor, made a loud sound, and rushed towards the sculpture.

When he was about to approach the sculpture, Wuming shouted: "Mikayla, turn into meat armor!"

Michaela lamented and stood in front of Wuming: "I told you to call for a human shield."

"Let you change all five sides!"

"Oh oh." Michaela reacted and split into four bodies, surrounding Wuming. The other one was grabbed by Wuming and pushed to the top of his head.

Sure enough, Wuming heard the obvious sound of hurried movement, and it seemed that the people in front of him were trying to get out of the way.

Wuming held Mikaela in one hand, reached out to the candle held by the Mikaela sculpture with the other, and snapped his fingers.

The flames lit up, and the four lights lit up. It was obvious that there was a change in the sealed prison, and the space was distorted, trying to teleport Wuming away.

"Haha, it's done, I won't play with you anymore." Wuming pointed downwards toward the open space outside.

Just as he was falling, he was stabbed twice more on his body. Before Wuming could react, the teleportation started.

Wuming returned to the vibrant and vibrant Ritual Town, saw the crowds of people, and saw the paths blocked by seals being unlocked.

He also saw two daggers inserted into his body and a section of his arm. Then his arm pulled out the dagger and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"Oh, it's over." Wuming said.

Wuming stretched out his hand, preparing to release the gravity magic. Before the magic could spread, two muffled groans sounded nearby.

The two black knives took shape, and their dark silver scales were wrapped in bright silver liquid metal. Two imitation teardrops wrapped around their joints, pressing the two black knives firmly to the ground.

As time went by, the invisibility veil and scales on Black Knife's body were eroded by corrosive teardrops, revealing their original appearance.

"Well done." Wuming praised the avatar teardrops and applauded their quick response.

Ashimi parted her upper body and bowed humbly to the nameless applause:

"It was Lady Michaela who warned us in advance and made us prepare."

Michaela still remained in the virtual state at this time, squatting in front of the black knife, staring into their eyes.

"So that's the case, no wonder my order is difficult to work." Michaela said, "They are already under control."

"Whose control?" Wuming asked.

"There are only two possibilities for overcoming my power." Michaela said, "Mother's law, or... the command of two fingers."

Michaela thought:

"It should be two fingers. If He wants to implement the new law, he must ensure the safety of God and man."

"How to deal with these two?" Wuming looked at the two black knives that were being swallowed by the simulated teardrops. The armor had turned into a thin layer, showing muscles as solid as rocks.

"Leave it to me, I'll see if I can get some information out of the interrogation." Michaela said, "There's another thing I have to trouble you with—the Platinum Sons in the sealed prison. You have to find a time to bring them back. .”

"Ah?" Wuming looked at the prison, "It seems like we can't get in anymore. What if more black knives are brought out?"

"Let's think of another way to build a teleportation array. Black Knife can also think of another way." Michaela said, "But they have guarded my territory for so long. It shouldn't be allowed to keep them in a lonely prison."

"Okay, since you are contributing the most to the caravan now." Wuming said, "But I have to go to the Holy Tree first, and I will help them when I get back."

Wuming waved his whip and pointed it at the stairs, shouting boldly:

"Target, Holy Tree!"

The convoy gradually started to move, turning on the not particularly open streets of Yidian Town.

Wuming drove the golden carriage, leading the way, and disappeared from the portal above Ceremony Town.

Millicent watched Wuming Fengfeng set off in a hurry, and sighed: "Teacher is still so energetic."

"Let's go too." Millicent said to Letina, seeing Michaela still standing beside her, "Ms. Michaela, aren't you going home?"

"It seems... a little embarrassing." Michaela said, "The holy tree is too far away, and my virtual image seems to be a bit out of reach. Is there any kind person who can move my body to the north?"

Millicent was surprised: "Can't reach it? Then how did you connect everyone's dreams before?"

"It depends on my strength." Michaela said, "After that, I was alone in a place where no one knew, and I had a cough for several months before I recovered."

Millicent heard this pitifully, and looked at each other with Letina. Both of them were hesitant to put their mission on hold and help Michaela move to a nest.

Michaela smiled: "No need for you, I will ask Patch to help. They are experienced and have more mature plans."

Michaela took Millicent's hand:

"Besides, I don't want my ugly appearance to be seen by more people. Just go and pursue your mission bravely. Lucky girl, bring this good luck to her."

Millicent felt warmth coming from her palms, and her face turned red: "What I actually want to bring her is dignity..."

In other words, Millicent wanted to scold Marlenia, but it was not as gentle as Michaela said.

Millicent felt a little embarrassed when she thought that Michaela had given her a farewell blessing and that she was going to severely criticize Lady Michaela's sister.

"You and my sister are really similar, go ahead." Michaela said with a smile, but shook her head slightly. Millicent couldn't understand what Michaela meant.

Millicent and Letina walked lightly into the portal and entered after Wuming. Other caravans were not in a hurry, they were waiting for the boss's reply.

But the reply was never sent back.

Holy Tree, Robert's body was shaken under Letina's crotch, and he fell back in pain.

In front of them, a golden golden chariot's butt was facing the face of the teleportation point. Letina's big wolf couldn't dodge and bumped into it.

With such a shock, I almost lost my footing.

Letina took a closer look and saw that there was an abyss next to her, and they were standing on a branch.

The branches could probably only accommodate two people standing side by side.

Millicent adapted to it very well. She felt as if she was at home. In addition, she was strong and able to stand steadily.

She was curious as to why the nameless golden chariot was parked in front of it. Generally, the rule of the portal was to move forward immediately upon arrival to prevent collisions with people behind.

But with the wide butt of the car pressed against her face, Millicent couldn't see the situation in front of the car. The branches were very narrow, so it was difficult to jump directly onto the roof of the car.

narrow……

Millicent suddenly understood.

She jumped high, the air blade wrapped around her body, like a light bird, jumped to another branch on the side, turned around and looked in front of the carriage.

Wuming was half-crouching at the front of the golden carriage, holding the golden carriage in both hands and not daring to move.

The wide body of the golden chariot rests on the branches, and the wheels on both sides are completely suspended on both sides of the branches. The fragile balance is maintained by Wuming, and it seems that it will fall at any time.

Nameless screams penetrated the canopy of the sacred tree:

"Michaela, you plotted against me!"

(End of this chapter)