The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 471 A cloud-piercing arrow,

Wuming returned to the vault and Patch threw him a note.

"The Black Knight agreed to peace talks," said Patch.

"It's so easy to agree." Wuming said, "Do they have any requirements for the time and place?"

"No requirements, just say you arranged it," Patch said.

"They are quite easy to talk to." Wuming said, "In two days, the Horned People outside Shadow City will withdraw their troops and make room."

"Can the Horned People agree to this?" Patch raised an eyebrow. "With such a deep hatred, are they willing to negotiate?"

"After all, people can't survive by hatred." Wuming said, "The source of hatred is also because the original beauty has been burned."

Wuming asked Patch:
"According to your previous observations in Ensis City, many soldiers are very depressed, right? How many are there?"

"They won't be the majority," Patch said, "but those people are generally strong and have good relationships with others. In terms of influence, they account for half of the total."

Wuming nodded: "There are also a large number of people in the Jihad Army who are tired of war and don't want to continue fighting without honor. The Horned People have lost so much and have enough benefits to give up. They are also looking for a way out. If we give them an opening, there is still a chance."

Wuming looked at the empty vault:
"After all, there is already a precedent."

Having heard about the Horned People's siege and the return of the Black Knight Leader, most of the Horned People scholars in the vault are now in a state of panic. Facing the things happening outside the vault, it is hard to say what attitude they should take.

Considering that most of these scholars would be killed if the Horned People or the Black Knights broke into the vault, they had no mood to continue studying these days and were focusing on the peace talks.

To this end, they gave Wuming all the help they could and shared everything they had learned throughout their lives.

Wuming asked: "Have all the Horned Scholars gone into hiding? Or have they evacuated?"

"Nothing. They were taken away for research," said Patch.

"I thought they were not in the mood to do research." Wuming was surprised, "I'll go and take a look."

Wuming found the scholar on the seventh floor of the vault. Many scholars gathered here, including Messermo, and a flame knight wearing a double-faced death mask.

Many Fire Knights wear similar masks, but Wuming estimates that this Fire Knight is different from other Fire Knights.

The other Fire Knights were all very respectful towards Messermo, often observing Messermo's words and actions, and looking around vigilantly. These were the habits of most Fire Knights.

This person seemed much more casual. He stood in the center between Messemo and the Horned Scholar, saying something without caring about Messemo's expression.

Wuming heard that the masks of the Flame Knights all came from the same person, an elder among the Flame Knights who was in a high position of power. Many Flame Knights were his apprentices and had learned from him.

"I remember his name was..." Wuming recalled, "Wengo, right?"

Wuming said the name, and Death Mask looked up and glanced at Wuming. Seeing that he had nothing to say, he continued to lower his head and study something.

"What are you researching?" Wuming went over curiously.

"Wengo has been studying resurrection," the Horned Scholar replied, "and needs the help of Lord Messermo's flame."

"Resurrection?" Wuming said, "This field is not easy. Did you succeed?"

"It has never been successful." The Horned Scholar said, "Those who were resurrected were all soulless zombies without any sanity."

Messermo glanced at Wuming helplessly:
"Wingo thinks if we lose, I'll die, so we need to do more research before doing that."

"Because your fire has spiritual power?" Wuming guessed.

Wengodo glanced at Wuming and said in a hoarse voice:

"You know it very well."

"Soul, consciousness, and body, only when they are combined into one can they form a life." Wuming squatted in front of the scroll and the stone slab and observed, "No wonder they would look for scholars from the Horned People. Their research on the soul is indeed very in-depth."

“But it’s not deep enough,” Wingo said.

Wuming said: "After all, the horned people's exploration of the soul is achieved through horns, but scholars often do not have horns."

Wengo took a deep look at Wuming, mainly at the big horns on his sheep's head:

"You have a lot of ideas. Come and learn from me."

"I don't have time. Let's talk about it after the holy war is over." Wuming said.

Messermo asked Wuming: "Is it done?"

"It's basically done." Wuming said.

When the scholars of the Horned People heard that the peace talks had made progress, they were delighted and cheered up, feeling that their lives were safe.

Wuming also raised his thumb to the scholar in the corner:

"Thanks to your intelligence, the Horned People are indeed quite afraid of fire, and they value the tower very much."

Messermo asked, “When will the peace talks begin?”

"Two days later." Wuming said.

"So fast?" Messermo was surprised.

"So I'm going to use these people. Get out of the way." Wuming waved his hand and stood next to the old man Wengo. He pushed him aside with his buttocks, "I also want to ask the people of the corners for some advice and do some research. I'll go as I go."

"You--" Wengo blew his beard and glared, very dissatisfied, but was still stopped by Messermo, who grabbed his arms and carried him away.

"Messermo, you only have two days left, think carefully about it." Wuming reminded Messermo who was leaving.

Messer remained silent and nodded.

He knew what Wuming was talking about, he was talking about the unsealing of the Tower of God. Once it was really unsealed, there would be no turning back, which meant that he had completely abandoned his mission.

Messermo was always a little hesitant about this.

This is a decision that will bring about major changes in the situation in the Shadow Land, the Border Land, the Golden Tree and the Horned People.

And now he only has two days to think about all this, and once he makes a decision, he will have to bear all the consequences.

The suffocating feeling when making your own decisions is no less relieving than a mission that is as heavy as a curse. Perhaps this is why people need blessings to guide them.

Two days passed by in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the day of negotiation has arrived.

The Horned Man retreated as promised, leaving behind an open space some distance away from the battlefields of both sides for the four-party talks.

On one side is Messermo, who came with the Flame Knight. He is the party most willing to negotiate, but also the party most hated by the Horned People.

Only Andros and Xiu came from the Black Knights.

There were about a dozen people on the Horned Man side, each of them had a big horn on their head, and they were tall, but very thin, skinny. But there was no old woman among them. Several Horned Warriors and Divine Beast Warriors stood behind, staring at the Black Knight and Messermo with a covetous look.

The three parties stood in front of the simple tables and chairs prepared by Wuming and looked at each other.

The last one was Wuming, who sat opposite Messermo and looked up at the Black Knight and the Horned Man standing at attention on both sides.

Under his desk chair, Patch followed.

Wuming looked around:

"There are quite a few people coming here."

The horned man said: "These are representatives of our various ethnic groups, who can represent different groups, different positions and different regions."

"Oh, you are sincere and are here to negotiate." Wuming applauded, "The old lady didn't come?"

"That lady is our important priestess. If you set an ambush and we lose her, the loss will not be worth it." said the Horned Man.

"Well, it's better to be cautious, then let's get started." Wuming said, "Everyone is willing to come here, I'm sure you also hope that this stalemate and tragic situation will change, so you come here to explore the possibility of a peaceful solution. Everyone can speak freely and express your demands. We can discuss anything."

Wuming looked at both sides with a smile:

"Do we need to introduce each other?"

"No need." The Horned Man looked at Andros with a cold face, "We know these people even if they turned into ashes. Messermo and his minions, the leader of the Black Knights."

"The Black Knights do not belong to Messermo." Andros looked at the Horned Man and Messermo coldly, "You are all filthy, birds of a feather. As for you Horned Man, you don't have a name anyway. Since the 100th year of the Holy War, the Horned Man has no name."

"No need for introductions, that's good, let's save time and talk about our demands." Wuming smiled and took out a pot from under the table, "Don't be so nervous, sit down, I've prepared soup for you."

Four bowls of soup were placed on the four sides, but only Messermo gave Wuming the face and sat down. But when he saw that the black knight and the corner man didn't sit down, he felt that the stool was a bit hot on his buttocks, and he fidgeted and wanted to stand up.

Andros stood quietly, picked up the bowl, and said:
"The Black Knight's request is simple - to solve Queen Marica's worries and eliminate all filth."

After saying that, he threw the soup to the ground, and the bowl broke into pieces with a crisp cracking sound.

As soon as the bowl broke, the ground suddenly cracked, and a group of black knights emerged from the ground, fully armed and holding swords, and surrounded the Horned Man.

"I am very familiar with you Horns." Andros said, "You are indeed the leaders of such a large Horn. As long as we catch you all, the Horns will become a mess again."

The Horned Man was not afraid at all. He looked around at the Black Knights and sneered, "This is your peace talk. It turns out that there is no truth in the mouth of a traitor."

Then he pulled the top of its head and actually pulled the big horns off.

There was a sound of skin tearing, and a group of smaller Horned Men jumped out from the skin of the tall and thin Horned Man.

Moreover, there was a red light flashing inside each person's body, jumping flexibly, as if it was about to tear the body apart and struggle out at any moment. A majestic spiritual power emanated from the body.

Even Messermo was frightened by the force and jumped up from his chair.

"Messermo and the leader of the Black Knights, huh, have made a fortune, let's die together." The bodies of a dozen or so horned men swelled at the same time, and the red light in their bodies became stronger and stronger.

The Black Knight sensed this force and immediately rushed forward, raising his spear and piercing the Horned Man's body, hoping to kill the Horned Man as soon as possible and use his body to block the impending explosion for the boss.

But the Black Knights' charge was interrupted. A light golden circle was wrapped around them, and the sticky feeling wrapped them up, making it difficult for them to take a step.

As for the Horned People, their bodies returned to normal as if air was leaking out, and the red light beneath their skin that was threatening to burst their bodies quickly dissipated.

On the square table, only Wuming was still sitting there, his elbows resting on the edge of the table, his hands clenched in the air, one hand glowing with a faint golden light, the other glowing with a red light.

"So there are performances before the negotiation. Really exciting." Wuming smiled. "Have you finished your performances?"

"What kind of heretical power is this?" Andros looked at the golden circle wrapped around him in shock and anger, and felt that the armor weighed a thousand pounds.

"How can this be considered heresy? Have you ever seen two fingers used in this way? We are praying with two fingers, do you understand?" Wuming patted his chest and fooled Andros.

"How did you dispel our spiritual power?" The Horned Man was also very angry.

Wuming winked at the horn man:

"Knowing that you might not accept it, I spent the night learning about the possible methods of the Horned People and have prepared corresponding measures. Previously, scholars predicted that you would most likely choose to use spiritual bombs, and it turned out to be true. Forming a bond with the elves and then severing the bond will produce an extremely strong spiritual power explosion. As long as you know the principle, you can research the corresponding countermeasures."

Messermo was also very angry and stared at Wuming:

"Is this what you mean by both sides agreeing to negotiate? Both sides are setting up an ambush!"

"Hmm..." Wuming's eyes were wandering. He pretended to look at Patch next to him, and then he cried out.

"What are you going to do now?" Messermo asked him.

"Well, it's normal for enemies to be jealous of each other when they meet. This is also the difficulty of peace talks." Wuming said leisurely.

He looked at the horn man and said, "Let me ask you first. Did you send all assassins this time, or are there any decent people who can have a say and make the decision?"

The horns were silent for a moment, and then a man stood up. Although the horns on his head were not big, his back was straight.

Wuming nodded with relief:

"It seems that the Horned Man still has some sincerity."

"But you obviously don't have sincerity." said the horn man.

Wuming said: "It seems that the first thing the two sides want to talk about is hatred. Why don't we talk about why they want to kill each other?"

The Horned Man glared at the Black Knight:
“Our family members were killed by them.”

Wuming looked at the Black Knight:
"Why did you kill other people's family members?"

Andros said: "Do you think that none of these warriors had relatives or friends killed by the Horned People?"

The Horned Man glared at him: "Remember this, you are invaders! This is our land! It was Marika who betrayed us!"

Andros said with a straight face: "This is our mission."

"What a mission." The corner man laughed angrily and didn't know what to say anymore.

The Horned Man looked at Wuming and said, "That's why we have to fight to the death. Do you understand now?"

"On this point, it seems that the Black Knight is not right." Wuming smiled, "But I know better. Isn't the Horned Man making a big pot?"

"That's our tradition," said the Horned Man.

"You use the witch to make the pot, right?" Wuming said, "Do you know that the witch is a member of the same tribe as Marika?"

The horns were silent for a moment, their surging momentum suddenly interrupted, and they said hesitantly:

"Malika had formed an alliance with us before."

"Maybe they are enduring humiliation and waiting for an opportunity to take revenge." Wuming said, "Just like you guys have been conducting guerrilla warfare over the past thousand years, right? The weaker side has more means, so there's no problem, right?"

The Horned Man said, "So the thousand years of suffering of our people is because of Marika's revenge for her own people? Because of our traditions, she wants to burn us with fire?"

Andros laughed:
"See? These are the barbarians. They persecuted the Queen's people, but they didn't care. The one who blew himself up before, using the power of the elves' bond, was trying to sever their ties and use their power. This kind of people has no value in existence. They are utterly filthy."

"There is one thing I need to correct you on." Wuming said, "Using the technology of the elves, the Horned Man scholars said they dug it out."

"Then he's not a Horned Man?" said Andros.

"It was obtained by Horned scholars through archaeological excavations and originated from an even older civilization," Wuming said.

Andros was a little speechless and said:

"That's also the technique used by the Horned Man."

"Hey, didn't you use fire to burn the Horned Man?" Wuming was curious, "Isn't fire also a serious crime for the Golden Tree? The Horned Man used technology learned from archaeology, and you used forbidden power. Aren't you more excessive?"

Patch sneered at the side: "If believers don't have double standards, can they still be called believers?"

Andros was silent.

Wuming saw that both sides had quieted down a bit, so he clapped his hands and dispersed the spell that bound everyone:

"Okay, now that we can sit together, we have already taken the first step. I hope you can think about it first. Is your most important demand and your most essential goal just to annihilate each other?"

Both sides glanced at each other for a moment, but ultimately did not take action.

Wuming spread his hands: "Everyone, please take a seat first."

At this point, both parties finally sat down. Both parties looked at Wuming deeply, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Wuming said: "I think we can first exchange our respective goals and the things we value most."

Wuming looked at Andros:
"If I understand correctly, the Black Knight's target should be based on Marika. To fulfill Marika's wish and eliminate Marika's worries, right?" "That's right." Andros said.

"What if Marika changes on her own initiative?" Wuming asked.

"Impossible, if that's the case--" Andros opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly fell silent.

"You have been abandoned," Wuming said. "Even if the policy wishes did change, you were not notified."

Andros said: "No notification, no change."

"But the Lightless Ones in the Borderland are all gone, and Ge Fulei has faded." Wuming said, "Do you know that many people in the Borderland no longer believe in the Golden Tree?"

"Do you think I will believe it?" Andros said angrily.

"I can take you back, and you can see with your own eyes." Wuming said, "Malika's view and definition of filth has changed."

Wuming raised his finger:

"A war without honor ignites the fire of betrayal. The only support for the Crusades, even if it means losing their reputation, is that you firmly believe that this is good for the Golden Tree and for Marika, right? If the situation changes, I think it is a better choice to change with the times."

Andros said, "You need to prove that you are not talking nonsense first. I don't believe you at all."

"Why don't you believe it?" Wuming asked.

"You are also filth. You don't understand the Golden Law." Andros said, "The Golden Law cannot tolerate such filth. It will shake the foundation of the law. Will Queen Marica shake her own law? Even if the Golden Tree abandons us, it will not abandon itself. Can you carry yourself and fly? Can you strangle yourself to death? The Golden Tree and Queen Marica cannot commit suicide."

"As expected, you won't believe it unless you see it with your own eyes... But on the other hand, if I can take you back, it will not only fulfill your wish to return home, but also shake your faith in the holy war." Wuming scratched his helmet, gave him another bowl of soup, and then turned to the Horned Man,
"What do the horned people want?"

The Horned Man said, “First, return our land, return our tower.”

Wuming said: "When the Jihad Army returns home, this land will naturally return to your hands. You can rest and recuperate as much as you want. And Messermo, as long as we finally reach a consensus, Messermo will lift the seal."

"You still want to break the seal?" Andros said, "Absolutely not!"

Wuming said: "Don't worry, I can prove that Queen Marika has changed her mind."

"This is not what the queen wants," said Andros. "The Horned Man must not be allowed to take the tower."

"Why?" Wuming said.

"The Horned Man will recover their strength quickly." Andros said, glancing at the Horned Man's bloodshot eyes filled with hatred. "After they recover their strength, will they not retaliate?"

"Will it?" Wuming looked towards the horn man and made a face, giving him a hint.

The horned man looked at Wuming and said slowly:
"Second, about hatred."

Wuming lowered his head when he heard this, knowing that his hint had been in vain.

If the Horned People are willing to suppress their hatred first, Wuming has many ways to slowly soften their attitude.

But if revenge is necessary, bloodshed is inevitable.

The Horned Man said, "I am negotiating seriously with you. At present, all the Horned Man, I can say, have experienced the loss of relatives and friends."

Wuming said: "We have sorted it out before. The source must be traced back to you who used the witch to make the pot."

"Don't say we don't agree with this reason." The Horned Man said, "The group of people who made the pots have died several times. And even if the priests commissioned the pot-maintainer to make the pots, at most the priests and the pot-maintainer would take on this job. What about the other Horned People?"

"Witches are also innocent." Andros said, "Your innocent people are innocent, but there are no innocent people among witches?"

"Witches are born sinners," the Horned Man said. "At least that's what we were taught."

"Stop, stop, stop." Wuming was tired of listening. "You are going to go nowhere. We are not sitting here to settle accounts with each other until the clan is exterminated, right?"

"Why not?" Andros said, "The filth should be eradicated completely. We shouldn't even think about negotiating with a dangerous people like the Horned People. Eradicating them completely is the right way."

"It seems that our ancestors made the right decision." The Horned Man said, "It is because witches behave like this that they are born sinners. Unfortunately, our ancestors were too naive and actually tried to transform witches into good people. If our ancestors had been as shameless as that evil woman and used fire to purify their souls and not let any witch go, we would not have fallen into this situation."

"Unfortunately, we have an overwhelming advantage now." Andros said, "The Black Knights will annihilate you."

"You haven't done it in a thousand years." The Horned Man said, "From now on, for ten thousand years, we will continue to fight and curse the Golden Tree until the Golden Tree burns itself and we take back our territory."

Wuming kicked Patch who was dozing off next to him:
"Save him, save him."

"It's just a small matter," said Patch.

"It's a small matter?" The Horned Man and Andros glared at Patch at the same time, "You call this a small matter?"

Patch glanced lazily at the horn man:
"Do you know why witches are born sinners?"

The horn man hesitated:

"This is a tradition, a custom that has been passed down, and everyone says so."

Patch smiled happily, pointed a spider leg at the Horned Man, and said to Andros:

"Look, you're stupid, right? You don't even know why."

Andros smiled and nodded, agreeing very much with Patch.

Patch said to Andros:

"Do you know why witches are persecuted?"

"Because the Horned People are a bunch of idiots." Andros echoed Patch's statement.

"Because wizards are also a bunch of idiots." Patch said, "Provoking the Supreme Will and killing Finger, so cool. But it ended up causing a natural disaster. You have the ability to do it, but you don't have the ability to bear the consequences."

Patch pointed at Andros and the Horned Man:

"The ancestors of the Horned People took their anger out on their fellow tribesmen of the Knox People, and then played the game of collective punishment, and finally forgot why they did it. When Marica rose to power, she took her anger out on her fellow tribesmen of the Horned People, and then played the game of collective punishment, and finally the people at the border even forgot why they did it."

Patch concluded: "They are all idiots."

After Patch finished cursing, the whole place fell silent. Andros was still digesting Patch's words and didn't believe them at all.

"Ahem." Wuming coughed, "Let me translate it for you - Patch is saying that we should still discuss the matter at hand and not generalize. There is no point in bringing up the past, we should look to the future."

After translating, Wuming smiled and hugged Patch:
"You old man have a really good memory. Tell me the truth, how many curse-breaking stones did you knock?"

"Every old thing will be dug up," Patch said. "They will come up with a law and everyone will think it's the truth."

"Say less, say less." Wuming interrupted, "I just haven't lived as long as you."

Patch laughed disdainfully: "That's true, a primitive man, a village girl, uneducated."

When Andros and Horned Man heard this, they finally exploded.

"You have insulted the thousand-year history of the Golden Tree!"

"You have insulted the thousand-year history of the Tower of God!"

The two groups of people denounced Patch in unison:

"I want you to apologize immediately!"

The two groups of people looked at each other, feeling disgusted for saying the same thing, but their main focus was still on Patch, and they all wanted to tear Patch's nonsense mouth apart.

The golden circle was placed over both parties again, and was only released by Wuming after they had calmed down their anger and stopped trying to jump on Patch.

"Let's get down to business." Wuming said, "If you really can't let go of the issue of hatred, how about... a duel? Every grievance has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor. Find the person who killed your relatives and friends, and fight them fairly, regardless of life or death, how do you think?"

"No." The Horned Man objected. "Each of Messermo's minions has killed more than one person, and some have even killed several people in rounds. How come, because some people have killed enough people, even killing all of their relatives and friends, no one is looking for revenge and challenging them, so they are fine? Does this make sense?"

Wuming touched his chin: "That's right..."

Wuming couldn't think of any reason to refute it, but he certainly couldn't allow hatred and bloodshed to continue endlessly.

"I know that you all represent the interest groups behind you." Wuming said, "But I also hope that you can take some responsibility and not just remember the hatred, but also consider the future. Make choices that will give the people you represent hope for the future. I suggest that you isolate them first, return the Shadow Land to the Horned People, and the Crusade Army to the border. You can live in peace for a few hundred years, and the hatred should be almost forgotten. During this period, change those incompatible things, so that when you come into contact again, it will not be easy for conflicts to break out into war again."

The Horned Man said, "Then how can I explain to our soldiers when I return that your relatives and friends were burned and killed, while the murderer is at large and even immortal?"

"Like I just said, we can't generalize." Wuming said, "On the Messermo side, there are also many people who have gone completely crazy and even deliberately killed the Horned People. These people can only give up. And those who value honor, when they really go to the battlefield, it's just a battlefield confrontation, life and death depends on fate."

Wuming said: "Anyway, there are not many people on both sides. We should count who is willing to sacrifice their hatred to bring salvation to their children and grandchildren, and who is willing to sacrifice themselves, and try to reduce the hatred between the two sides. Sometimes when the hatred is reduced to a certain range, there is a way to make it compatible."

"That's easy to say. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?" asked the Horned Man.

Wuming smiled when he heard this question: "You can go back and investigate first. I think there must be many people who are willing. Anyway, I think that the Golden Tree can accommodate people with horns."

"It's a lie," said the Horned Man. "Do you think the Black Knights will admit it? They said the Golden Law has no place for us."

"It may not have been possible in the past." Wuming said, "But the Golden Tree is now OK. You know, the person who manages the Golden Tree now is a Horned Man."

"I don't believe you." The Horned Man sneered, "Horned people manage the golden tree? Haha."

Wuming did not continue to persuade Jiaoren, he was also thinking. At present, whether it was Andros or Jiaoren, in the end, it was still a question of trust.

This rift in trust was caused by thousands of years of fighting and betrayal thousands of years ago, and it is difficult to bridge.

No matter how much we talk, it won't make much sense. Wuming needs something that can make the final decision.

"As an outsider, I think that although I don't have much credibility in your eyes, I don't think you will have any bad feelings towards me." Wuming said slowly, "Why don't we formulate an action guide, and I will supervise it as a third party. We can use this as a starting point to ensure that neither side will cause any major problems."

"Are you okay?" the horn man asked, "You're here to supervise? Why? Because you're a good fighter?"

"Your fighting is useless." Andros continued, "To do this kind of thing, you need power and background. You are just a faded one, and you want us to trust you? Forget about that. Even if you can be the supervisor, how can you supervise a shadow land by yourself? Do you know how many tribes and horn people there are in this place? How can you supervise? How many soldiers will clash with the horn people every day? Can you manage it? You want a fair trial? Where are the judges and the judges? How about letting your Flame Knight of Messermo be the judge?"

The Horned Man said, "We will not agree with Messermo and his minions either."

"I have power." Wuming said, "I also have a lot of people."

Wuming spread his arms: "I have a big-caravan."

"Where?" said Andros. "Why can't I see them? Are they hidden in the vault?"

The horn man also watched coldly: "We have already investigated your identity. You were walking alone before, and you don't have any power at all. Even when you deceived us, you were alone. You are an outsider. Even if you have your own power, I'm afraid you don't even have ten people under you. I know you are good at fighting, but your ability to fight is useless. A person can become a king if he is strong, but what you want to do is not what a king should do."

"Look down on me?" Wuming was furious.

A scorching sun rose from Wuming's hand, and a huge fireball covered the top of the negotiation table, with heavy light pressing down on everyone's head. Whether it was the Horned Man or the Golden Tree, they stopped arguing because of a fear that touched their souls. They looked at the fire in Wuming's hand, and the fear that entered their souls from the ancient barbaric moments flowed from their eyes into their bones, making everyone's hair stand on end.

Everyone had realized that Wuming should be very powerful, but they didn't expect that his power was so terrifying.

And it was the power of fire, the Horned Man and the Golden Tree were both quite shocked by it.

Then the fireball whistled as it rose high into the sky and exploded.

"What are you doing?" Messermo was stunned. "Deterrence with force? It's useless. It can only deter for a moment at most."

"Call for help." Wuming said heroically, "One arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops will come to meet us!"

A moment later, a group of people came out of Shadow City and came to Wuming.

Leida, Dane, Moore, Lance Shanks, Fia, Tanis, Laya, and Greg who had his limbs reattached to normal, plus Patch beside him, stood behind Wuming.

Wuming counted them and said to the person in the corner seriously:
"There is still one who has gone out and hasn't come back yet, otherwise there would be ten."

"We are not here to perform a farce with you." The face of the horn man became increasingly gloomy.

Andros was becoming increasingly impatient.

However, due to Wuming's shocking fireball before, neither side dared to attack.

Feeling the increasingly violent atmosphere around him, Wuming knew that the negotiations would have to be suspended. If a fight really broke out, he was not sure he could stop both sides. If the envoys from either side were injured or even killed, the peace talks would become even more difficult.

At least the two sides had a full exchange of views.

Wuming said: "Then give me some time. If you really need a fair organization to ensure peace, then at worst I can establish a force at this border to ensure fairness—"

"If you need a force, we certainly have it." A voice interrupted Wuming.

Wuming was a little surprised and looked up at the sky.

Holy light was pouring down, covering the battlefield, appearing extremely noble. Those who were covered by the holy light felt a sense of calm, and the anger in their hearts was calmed down a lot.

Then the holy light gathered and became stronger and stronger, like a bolt of lightning, splitting the space into cracks.

A person with loose golden hair, emitting a holy light, and unable to be distinguished as a man or a woman walked out of the crack and walked barefoot into this shadowy land.

Seeing this person, Leida knelt on one knee on the spot, with golden light reflected in her eyes, and called out excitedly and affectionately: "Lady Michaela!"

Patch muttered, "Finally."

Michaela walked towards Patch and said with a smile, "Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission. The negotiations on my side have been completed."

He looked at Wuming, his smile growing brighter: "Brother Wuming, I'm here to pick you up."

Wuming gazed at Michaela lovingly and blinked hard, trying to see through the golden light around Michaela.

Seeing that there was only golden light behind Michaela, Wuming pondered for a moment, then turned to the man in the corner and said:

"Look, there are ten of them."

The horn man ignored him and looked at Michaela who suddenly appeared in doubt. No one present knew what this boy who suddenly appeared like a god was.

Michaela laughed when she heard Wuming's words:
"Don't worry, I'm not the only one here."

Michaela spread her hands and gently pushed towards the golden light. The holy light crack immediately expanded and turned into a large portal, revealing a mirror image of another world.

One after another, people walked out of the mirror world.

Millicent, Ashmi, Kale, the hybrid Son of Evil Omen...many of the old employees of Nameless had come.

This was just the beginning. After the employees rushed in impatiently, those guys with steady steps also slowly walked through the mirror.

The ragged, tall but somewhat hunched Son of Evil Omen, leaning on a cane, slowly walked into the Land of Shadows. The majestic and winding horns all over his body, the thick horned tail, and the captivating golden light in his eyes made the Black Knight and the Horned Man instantly realize that this was a strong man. No matter which force's judgment standard is used - the horns on his head or the blessings in his eyes, this is a deeply blessed existence, and it makes people dazed to see him.

Behind this unknown horned man was a warrior with a terrifyingly burly figure. He had a large bow and two swords on his back, his red hair was flying proudly, and he rode a disproportionately thin horse. He stepped across the mirror image and looked around. His giant size alone was enough to make everyone breathless. Everyone seemed to be under the crotch of a giant beast, holding their breath to survive.

There were two cats on the broad shoulders of the burly warrior, one with a long silver tail and the other completely black, which softened the warrior's strong temperament.

But then, the warrior suddenly shrank his body, became a little flustered, and rode his horse quickly to pass through the light gate behind him.

A tall and beautiful woman walked through the light gate, with a crescent crown on her head. There was elegance and coldness between her eyebrows and eyes. Wherever her eyes looked, no one dared to look at her.

Even the Horn people recognized this person. He had already made a name for himself before the Golden Tree Era, and his qualifications and strength were at the top of the border area.

Michaela glanced at the Horned Man casually and said to Wuming, "The Queen of Nimgfu is also coming to join in the fun. She said she really wants to come here and take a look."

The Horned Man looked at Wuming with disbelief: "Are these your forces?"

"Oh, the latter ones are not." Wuming said, "We just have a good relationship, we can be considered partners."

Michaela said softly, "The reason we have a good relationship is because he helped solve their problems - each one of them is no simpler than yours. I think I should help him lighten his burden and not have to work so hard all the time."

The Horned Man was stunned and looked at Wuming. Wuming looked at Mongget and said to the Horned Man excitedly:
"See? See? That's what I said. He is now the King of Rodel, the Horned Man who manages the Golden Tree."

Wuming's nose almost turned up, and he looked around at the Viscount Black Knight and Messermo: "Do you believe me now?"

(End of this chapter)