The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 455 Let’s Kill Wuming
"Nameless? That's the name of the person you're looking for."

Lailana looked at Patch and the others seriously, her eyes alert.

Patch was also a bit troubled. The person he was looking for appeared right in front of him, threatening to kill Messermo, and had a head full of horns. It was a bit troublesome to explain.

"Calm down, calm down," Patch said. "Our girl is a bit stupid, and she might have made a mistake. Look at this person, he doesn't look like the person we are looking for at all."

Patch took out the water mirror to show Wuming's armored image:
"Look, the person we are looking for has no horns."

Lance Shanks was very unhappy when he heard Patch call him stupid:
"That's what happened when Wuming became an ancient dragon. I remember it very clearly because he didn't look like a dragon at all. Don't call me stupid."

"Can you please stop talking?" Patch turned around and glared at her.

"But isn't our mission to find him?" Lance Shanks said, "We can go back after we find him. I don't want to stay in this crappy place any longer."

Leida also observed the figure in the flames:

"The shape of that horn... is the horn man who passed by us before, the one carried on a stretcher. Is that the person we are looking for? Isn't this completely different from the portrait?"

Seeing Lailana's increasingly serious expression, Patch knew that he couldn't hide it any longer, so he spread his hands:
"Okay, that's the person we're looking for. There must be some misunderstanding. I can ask him to stop and we can talk it out and clear up the misunderstanding."

Lailana did not put down the two swords in her hands, but made room for Patch, allowing him to face the back of the person walking in the city.

"You'd better stop him," said Lailana.

Patch sighed, took a few steps forward, approached Wuming, and took a deep breath:

"Ensis City specialties are half price!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the terrifying, burning figure in front of him retracted the flames, turned around sleekly, and rushed to Patch at a speed much faster than when he was attacking the city. He looked back and forth with his eyes shining:

"Where is where?"

After looking around for the merchandise but not finding it, he turned his attention to Patch who was shouting, and Wuming immediately exclaimed:
"Patch? Why are you here?"

"They are here to take you back home. I am here to travel," Patch said. "Do you think I would want to come?"

Wuming stared at Patch blankly for a while, then suddenly knelt down, hugged Patch's short spider body, and sighed:
"My good brother, you are here. This broken place is really not a place for human beings to stay. Everyone is more crazy than those in the border area."

Patch was relieved after seeing Wuming's performance:

"You seem to be okay, and you seem to be in a peaceful state of mind."

"It's similar to the incident in Xia Bolili before. I've practiced it." Wuming sighed, "It's just that the things here... It's really hard to comment on them."

Patch nodded in agreement and sneered:
“This is the shithole that Marika left behind. She was the one who resisted blind conformity, and now she’s doing it herself.”

Lailana walked up to the two people who were talking happily, and cast her shadow on them with a grim look.

“I wish there was an explanation,” Lailana said.

"Oh, you guys have something else to do, you guys chat first." Wuming stood aside as if it had nothing to do with him and pushed Patch out.

I looked around:
"Half price? I want them all. Can I buy them on credit first?"

The others soon followed, and the people in the caravan saw that Wuming was safe and sound, so they greeted him.

Leida looked at the nameless sheep head and saw it constantly asking around where the market was, and found it a little hard to accept.

"Is that the person that Lady Michaela has high hopes for?"

"It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance." An Pah laughed.

Moore looked around cringingly:

"We've found the person, should we..."

"We should go now." Patch said loudly, standing in front of Laylana, not taking any blame from Wuming. "My mission is completed. I'm going to travel to the south first. Bye."

Pachi was about to walk out, pulling Tanis and Laya, but they were blocked by the Messermo soldiers who had been driven back.

The Messermo soldiers who returned to defend had no idea what was going on. They looked at Wuming with vigilance, eager to try and prepare to launch another attack.

The sword in Laelana's hand swung out a magical sword flower, and seeing the symbol, the restless soldiers temporarily suppressed their desire to attack.

Patch looked at the soldiers blocking the door and said to Lailana:
"City Lord, we didn't use your troops in the end, so the deal between us is scrapped. We don't have any favors to repay, so please don't stop us."

Patch pointed at Wuming and said, "Of course, if you need compensation for the city gate and other losses, just go to him. He won't default on his debt."

"Transaction? What transaction?" Wuming was bewildered. "You are here in Shadow Land and you are still soliciting business for me? You are worthy of being my good brother."

The two swords in Laelana's hands glowed, one was flowing with magic power, and the other was flowing with flames.

Laelana said: "Without an explanation, I can only regard you as the enemy of Messermo. You are strong, but we will fight to the end until the last drop of blood is shed-"

Wuming suddenly walked in front of Lailana and clapped his hands on his swords. Both the flames and magic power dissipated from the swords.

"Don't be so nervous. I look like a good person." Wuming looked at Laylana seriously, "Trust me."

Because the distance was very close, Lailana looked at the nameless sheep's face, and the protruding mouth seemed particularly swollen. Two small eyes were revealed on the mouth, and there were thick horns growing randomly.

Lailana glanced at the two swords that were unable to gather power, stared into Wuming's eyes, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Why do you look like this? I have never seen an ancient dragon with horns like this. You look more like a Horned Man. And you are indeed helping the Horned Man and threatened to kill Messermo."

"But I really just turned into an ancient dragon, not a horned man. As for killing Messermo, I didn't say that. I said that the horned man asked me to kill Messermo." Wuming said, "Whether to kill him or not, I have to see it in person before I can judge."

"Do you think what you said can convince us not to go to war?" said Lailana.

"Then why did you kill the Horned Man?" Wuming asked, "Why did you attack me, who is not blessed?"

Wuming let go of Lailana's swords and looked at her:
"Thinking about it, it seems that you are much more rational than your soldiers. You don't seem to want to kill me, the 'filth'. What is your deal with Patch?"

Lailana was silent for a moment: "I hope you can help me convince Messermo to end this holy war. In exchange, lend me my troops to help them find you."

"Is this the deal between you and Patch?" Wuming smiled, "It's a good deal. Let me help you."

Lailana said, "I have nothing left to trade."

"The deal has already been done, hasn't it? You found me, so we have no choice but to help you." Wuming said, "Being attracted by the notice is the same as being attracted by your men."

"Again." Patch rolled his eyes. "The Shadow Land is a huge mess. Find your own troubles and don't drag me down. Thank you. I'm here to travel."

"Help me." Wuming hugged Patch with a grin, but because Patch Spider was short, it was more like locking him with a ground skill. "I see you are quite familiar with this. If you help me, it will be twice the result with half the effort."

"Are you sympathizing with the Horned Man?" Patch glanced at him. "There's nothing to sympathize with the Horned Man. They're just birds of a feather."

"I've seen the witch and the living pot," Wuming said, "and the barbecue here."

"Well, it's just dog bite dog." Patch said, "Besides, you like barbecue."

"I like barbecue with living people." Wuming said, "Since the person is dead, he can't experience the joy of barbecue. And now I can only recommend it, not force it."

Wuming said: "The main reason is that I actually think that the problem here is easy to solve. It's a piece of cake."

"Are you so confident?" Patch raised an eyebrow. "This is a thousand-year-old mess. It's a mess that can't be sorted out."

"If this was a war between the Golden Tree and the Tower, it would indeed be difficult to resolve. However, right now, the Golden Tree has an absolute advantage." Wuming said, "At the same time, the Golden Tree is in no mood to fight."

"How do you know I'm not in the mood to fight?" said Patch.

Wuming signaled to Lailana with his eyes:

"That's what the general defending the city said. And judging from the people at the border, the faith of the Golden Tree is not that strong. Another point is that the Golden Tree, which has an absolute advantage, did not kill all the Horned People, which means that it slowed down the killing for some reason. What about you? You have been here for a while, right? What do you think?"

Seeing Wuming's persistence, Patch sighed:
"You guessed right. The atmosphere of war-weariness is also prevalent here."

"That's a good thing." Wuming said, "The most important thing is that both sides want to stop the war, but I think the corner man is still quite fanatical."

"Because they are the weaker party," Patch said. "Although the Horned People deserved it, they were indeed the invaded party. As the weaker party and the invaded party, they naturally think they are more just. Justice is very scary."

Patch pulled out one leg and pointed at Lailana:

"You should ask her for details. My knowledge of this place only dates back a thousand years, so my understanding is limited."

"Would you like to stay and help me?" Wuming said, "We can take care of him in a few days and then we'll go back."

Patch looked at Tanith.

Tanis said, "Aren't you partners? Wait until this is over, then have fun."

Lance Shanks was a little reluctant and said with a frown:

"Eh? Can't go back yet?"

Lance Shanks looked at the others, hoping that they could convince Wuming, but no one looked at her.

Roger came here to help and to take Fia to avoid being hunted by the Deathborn hunters.

Muldain seemed to have no objection, and Ampah said nothing either.

Greg didn't dare to object.

Leida stepped forward, straightened her clothes, took off her helmet, and walked in front of Wuming.

Lance Shanks was waiting, waiting for Leida to say she was leaving.

Leida knelt on one knee, lowered her head, and saluted Wuming:
"Master Wuming, I have heard of your great name for a long time. Master Mikaela's Golden Needle Knight Leida, I am glad to see that you are safe and sound."

Wuming didn't know how to respond: "Oh, that's easy to say. With my physique, it's not easy for me to get into trouble."

Leida continued, "I, the Golden Needle Knight Leida, Moore, and Dane will fully support you in what you want to do."

Wuming was very happy: "Micaela's people are really sensible."

Lance Sanx stood up and said, "Why do you want to stay here too? Don't you want to go back and report?"

Leida turned around and answered seriously, "Because Lady Michaela would definitely be happy to see it happen."

Leida had been observing Wuming. At first, she was quite disappointed to see Wuming's mercenary appearance, thinking that such a person was not worthy of the favor of Lady Michaela. But when she heard that Wuming actually wanted to resolve the thousand-year-old conflict in Shadow Land, Leida immediately changed her mind.

How noble and kind, just like Lady Michaela. No wonder Lady Michaela recognized him.

Leida no longer cared about Wuming's despicable behavior and manners. She swore allegiance immediately and blamed herself secretly - what Lady Michaela approved of, she should also approve of. It was really wrong for her to try to test Lady Michaela's vision.

Wuming was very happy to have gained some capable people, and asked Leida kindly: "What can you do?"

"Fighting and healing. I was given golden needles that can dispel the influence of external gods." said Leida.

"Do you know the map of this place?" Wuming asked.

Leida nodded: "I have been preparing to go to the Shadow Realm for a long time. I already have the map and information."

"Great!" Wuming clapped his hands happily, "Do you have a map?"

Leida unfolded a map, which was indeed extremely detailed and exquisite.

Wuming asked: "Where is that place with many tombs?"

Leida pointed to a range and said, "These are all."

"Very good, very good." Wuming nodded repeatedly, "Whose territory is this?"

Leida said: "The Shadow Land was originally the territory of the Horned People, but now it is also under the control of Mr. Messermo."

"Yes." Wuming nodded in agreement, "Let's go and solve the problem with the Golden Tree and the Horned Man first. We have to bring them peace and tranquility."

"Yes!" Leida agreed.

Wuming continued, "Such a large piece of land is almost completely abandoned. Whether it is the Horned Man or the Golden Tree, too many people have died. Now this land is just constantly seeking revenge, wasting precious lives. The living should live a more useful life, including the dead. They should be allowed to resume production and live and work in peace and contentment again."

"Yes!" Leida agreed.

"The dead should also live and work in peace!" Wuming spread his arms high, holy and noble, "Then there will be a good business environment here!"

"Yes! - Eh?" Leida didn't quite understand. "What do you mean the dead should also live in peace?"

"Oh, look, the Golden Tree and the Horned People have been fighting each other for thousands of years. So many people have died and so many corpses have been left behind. It's such a waste." Wuming rubbed his hands.

Leida still didn't quite understand and her eyes were dazed.

Wuming looked at Fia beside Roger:

"Oh, Miss Feiya is here too. That's great. Please help me plan it and see if it's feasible."

Wuming Rafia came over and gestured on the map:

"I plan to use this large cemetery. There should be countless corpses in it. I will dig them out and turn them into dead borns. This way we can get countless labor forces. Can you do it?"

Wuming took a look at Feiya's body:

"Will your body be unable to bear it?"

After hearing Wuming's plan, Feiya's face flushed and she gave Wuming a thumbs up: "No problem, I'll get it out for you even if you can't handle it."

"Good! You are willing to work hard, you are my brother!" Wuming also gave Feiya a thumbs up, "If you can succeed, you will definitely be the next best employee."

Leida finally understood and hurriedly grabbed Wuming's hand:

"Wait, you want to dig up the tomb and create a dead-born?"

"Yeah." Wuming nodded.

"Just to work for you?"

"What's wrong?" Wuming tilted his head.

"This...this shouldn't happen." Leida couldn't accept it.

"What's the big deal?" Wuming didn't care. He raised the corner of his mouth and said seriously, "Let me tell you something good."

Wuming paused, and was so happy that his face was exposed: "Digging graves at the border - the abyss will not erupt."

Leida lowered her head, and at first glance it seemed as if she was nodding in agreement, but she never raised her head again. She turned around and walked back, side by side with Ampah.

"Are you all right, Leida?" Ampah asked her.

"Let's find a way to kill Wuming." Leida looked at Ampah, her black eyes were bloodshot, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was smiling, but the muscles on her face were twitching.

With a broken expression, Leida clenched the sword in her hand:
"We can't let him poison the pure golden flowers anymore."

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"Ah look." Michaela sneezed and looked around. "It's really cold."

The depth of the royal city, deep roots in the grassroots.

Deep in the tangled roots of the big tree, across a pool of water, a huge creature sat silently here, as silent as death.

The dead prince Godwin was buried here.

The once shining golden son has now turned into a monster. His body is as huge as a mountain, with branches of death piercing his body, and flies and insects surrounding him. The dead prince's lower body has been twisted into a fish tail, his handsome face is also distorted, and his skull is twisted and overgrown, like an ape and an octopus.

In front of the ugly dead prince stood an equally ugly man.

Michaela revealed her true form and stared at Godwin.

He was quite similar to Mungot beside him, like a brother - ugly, vicious, and ferocious.

Michaela was speechless for a while and silently presented an Atas flower.

After offering the flowers, Michaela closed her eyes and mourned for a few minutes. Then she opened her eyes, stood back beside Mungert, and said:

"Ten people are not enough to deal with the Shadow Land. They will be swallowed by the Shadow Land. We need to open the seal and return to the Shadow Land."

"You are too anxious." Mungert said, "I think Wuming can find a way back even without those people."

"Opening the seal is not just for Wuming." Mikaela stared at the dead prince Godwin, "It's for all of us - the children of all mothers. We need to transcend this cause and effect."

"The Golden Tree is perfect," said Mungot.

"Why was the Shadowland hidden?" Mikaela said. "Why was the Golden Rule powerless against corruption? Why did Mother shatter the Circle?"

"Even if the Golden Tree is not perfect, it should not be overthrown," said Monget. "Countless people depend on the Golden Tree for their survival. Besides, Kalia is eyeing it covetously. Do you want to transcend cause and effect? ​​That would be equivalent to standing on Kalia's side."

“It’s all the same,” Michaela said.

"Ridiculous! Do you sympathize with our enemies?" Mungert looked at the face that looked like his own with disgust. "Do you want to give your love to the enemies of the Golden Tree as well?"

Michaela was silent for a moment, staring at the tree roots above his head:
"Wuming should have seen the desperate situation in Shadow Land by now. What solution will he choose to solve it..."

Michaela looked at Mongert:

"Yes, my brother. I also sympathize with those enemies, those horned people. Why do people keep conquering and killing each other? Obviously, if everyone puts aside hatred, thinks about gentleness and love, and works together, the world can be a much better place."

"I thought you had grown up," said Mungot.

Michaela lowered her head and smiled bitterly:

"Yes, that is a child's innocent dream, but is such expectation and dream wrong?"

Michaela looked at Mongette expressionlessly:
"Then let's talk like adults - the Golden Tree cannot defeat the Horned Man, nor our enemies."

"Do you mean to say that the Golden Tree will be defeated?" said Monggot.

"No, the Golden Tree will not lose, but it will not win either." Michaela said, "Honor and faith give the Golden Tree invincible power, but as it slaughters the enemy, honor and faith will decline, and the soldiers will be confused and resist. As for our enemies, under heavy pressure, they will only burst out with amazing power. That is the power of life, delicate and powerful. You can kill it, but you can't defeat it.

"Do you think the Horned People's revenge will stop with death? They have reached the pinnacle of using souls. The power of those resentful souls continues to curse Mother and us - Mother's children.

"The caravan was buried alive, and Mad Fire appeared; slaves were tortured and horned people were burned, and the Invisible Mother appeared; the church was destroyed, and corruption appeared; death was interfered with, and the Dead Born appeared; the giants were exterminated..."

Michaela stood with her hands behind her back, looking at Godwin sadly.

After a moment, Michaela turned and left:

"Brother, I'm going to take you to see something. Don't tell Lord Gefulei."

Monggot frowned and said, "I am not that free. I have to meet people who want to see me."

Michaela smiled: "It's very close. It won't take you too long."

Below the Golden Tree Cathedral, there originally stood a statue of the second King of Elden, Radagon.

In front of the statue, Monggot remained silent for a long time.

Michaela and Mungert stood side by side, looking at the statue:
"Brother, I hope you will think about this seriously. This concerns all of us. No one can be immune to the problem of Shadow Land if it is not resolved. Oh, there is one person who can do it, Wuming. From this perspective, he is the one who least needs to unseal, and he is the least anxious."

Monggot was silent for a long time again, and then said:

"I will go meet with the ministers first, and I will consider this matter later."

"I will accompany you. If you have any questions, I will answer them at any time." Michaela went over with Mongett. "Issues of belonging, faith, and the Golden Rule... I have discussed it with you, and then I will go."

Mongot returned to the royal court and sat down at the small chair next to King Rodel's throne.

Mongget took his seat and summoned someone to see him.

But after a while, no one came in.

Mengget frowned: "Didn't you say someone wants to see you?"

The messenger was a little nervous: "There is a message at the door, but the audience has not come..."

Mongget wondered, "Who is here to see me?"

"A deadborn hunter."

(End of this chapter)