The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 48 Bell Bead Hunter
When leaving Hyde Fortress, there were more than [-] more demihumans around Wuming.

With nearly forty demihumans, six horses, and a golden chariot, as well as the Grecian knight on the wheels, Wuming embarked on the road back.

He sat cross-legged on the chariot, thinking about the news Hyde revealed.

Gregor is gathering Nimgfu's forces just to deal with him alone.

is it necessary?

Maybe it's really necessary.

Greco's dilemma is that the entire Ningmgfort has been overwhelmed by him.

According to Hyde, when Gerek fled from the royal city to Nimgfu, his subordinates also followed many elite soldiers from the royal city.

But all these combat powers were squandered by him.

First, he provoked the Valkyrie and lost troops, and because of the wanton limb grafting ceremony, whether it was sending troops to suppress the rebellion that broke out in various places, or taking his loyal subordinates to graft limbs on a whim, his troops became more and more stretched.

And the whole area of ​​Ningmgfu was also tossed half to death by the limb-attaching ceremony.

The red-robed girl I met that day on Stormy Hill was a royal noble from a small country.

The royal family and nobles were all summoned to graft limbs. Obviously, Ningmgfu's power to be controlled by Gregor was not much. `
On Wuming's side, there are immortals, hybrids, and demihumans. Except for dead people, there is no normal person.

Wuming tilted his body and glanced at the wheels.

And now there are Deadborn too.

The Greck knight on the wheel died when the carriage traveled more than a dozen miles, and became a dead man.

But even if he became a death-birther, the imprisonment of gold and black iron is not something his flesh and blood can break free.

His weak resistance can only provide a steady stream of power to the carriage.

"Would it be okay for the Deadman to pull the cart all the time... You can build a water truck and put the Deadman in it..." Wuming began to think about the development and application of the Deadborn.

After thinking about it, Wuming continued to think about Greco.

The people in his own shop are all marginalized people of the golden tree, and have not been favored by the limb grafting ceremony.

In addition to the fringe characters of the Immortals and demihumans, the church of Ailei's biggest reliance is Kaidan mercenaries and faders.

The Kaidan are the best soldiers on the battlefield, and the Faded are the descendants of those who fought in all directions.

Patch's old store is very popular now. Judging from the bone pieces sold, at least nearly a thousand faders are their regular customers.

These faders have the same interests as the Church of Ailey. They are the enemies of Gregor, and they are the sharpest knives of the New Round Table.

Greg was really going to tear his face apart, and both sides would die, and that was a good time for the faders to behead them.

After some calculations, Wuming felt that there was no need to worry about Greg, as the strength of both sides was evenly matched.

And Greg is already at the end of his strength, and his new round table is still continuously adding new power.

Thinking of this, Wuming relaxed.

As long as there are no other forces making trouble, his round table is safe.

Now the border land is almost at a standstill, and the big and famous forces are all silent. If there are no accidents, there should be no accidents...

The woods were crowded, and a man riding a short, skinny donkey jumped out of the woods, staggering past the unknown team.

Wuming pulled the reins to stop the chariot, lest the chariot tear apart the intruders.

This is a wandering ethnic businessman, with an erhu on his back, and wearing the same businessman's clothing as Kalie.

On the back of the donkey are two small parcels containing goods.

The businessman stopped on the other side of the unknown line, and the two packages were thrown to the ground, dropping the meat all over the floor.

The wandering businessman panicked and shouted to Wuming:

"Help!"

"The law and order here in Hyde is too bad, why the first thing I say when I meet someone is to call for help." Wuming wondered.

But considering that Hyde's city has been captured, it is not incomprehensible that the security around his territory is poor.

"Don't be afraid, we are colleagues, and I am also a businessman, tell me what happened?" Wuming asked the wandering businessman calmly.

The wandering businessman was still in shock, he just pointed to the back, his lips were trembling, and he was speechless.

Wuming looked in the direction of his finger, the grass was very quiet, and no one followed.

"No one—"

Before the words were finished, a large sword was thrown out, piercing through the bushes like a sharp arrow, and stabbing straight at the face of the homeless businessman.

Wuming immediately pulled the rein, the rein was taut, and the huge force was transmitted along the rein to the bit, causing the horse to suffer pain, Qiqi stood up and neighed.

The strength of the six horses acted at the same time, and the golden chariot was lifted a little bit higher than the wandering businessman riding a donkey, just blocking the big sword.

But what surprised Wuming was that a huge force came from the big sword, pushing the golden chariot half a meter horizontally against the wheels.

Fortunately, the Wandering Merchant was on the side of the wheel with Knight Greck, and the spikes on the knife wheel had been bent by Wuming, and they were not pierced through.

The chariot moved half a meter sideways and stuck in front of the wandering merchant.

The Grek knight helmet on the wheel was thrown off, and on the neck that had been distorted beyond human appearance, a bloody half-skull was exposed, screaming at the crotch of the homeless trader.

The wandering trader urinated on the spot, and a stream of fishy liquid dripped down the bottom of his trousers onto the head of the dead knight.

Wuming didn't have time to pay attention to the close contact between the wandering businessman and the dead man on the other side of the wheel. He stared at the flat-headed wide-body sword embedded in the wheel, puzzled.

Wuming is now a businessman, but he was also a seasoned warrior in the past, and he still has a rough judgment on the speed and power of weapons.

Just now he dared to drive the car to block the sword, but the speed of the sword was not too fast to react.

And the sword at that speed, it is unreasonable to move the huge golden carriage half a meter sideways.

Wuming observed the big sword. Although it was very thick, it would not have such a large mass.

Is it some new material?

Nameless stretched out his hand curiously, thinking about Momo's sword.

There was a layer of red light on the surface of the big sword, and an invisible force controlled the big sword. It broke free from the wheels and flew back to the woods in a flash.

"It turns out that there is an external force." Wuming suddenly realized.

The demihumans screamed and raised their clubs to rush over.The woods are their territory, and they are confident in driving out the mysterious guys in the woods.

"Come back." Wuming shouted at the Asian people, and arranged them all behind the carriage, using the carriage as a wall.

Wuming was the only person standing in front of the carriage. He jumped off the carriage, raised his sword and shield and faced the forest.

Several red lights flashed, and the bushes and trees broke and burst, forming an open field.

The people the wandering merchants were hiding from finally came out.

The visitor was tall and tall, covered in dilapidated and rusty chain mail, matched with strangely styled old armor.

Holding a big sword and a big shield, both the shield and the armor all over his body are covered with rusty iron thorns.

Red iron filings and blood sprinkled on his armor, and even a few meters away, he could smell the strong rusty smell.

"Hero, good work." Wuming Yang said, "Is there anything that can't be resolved peacefully? Why embarrass a poor butcher."

The burly man in strange armor responded to Wuming with silence, and the big sword slowly rotated around his wrist, like a bloodthirsty falcon, ready to rush out of the master's arm at any time, and choose to devour anyone.

"Can't we really have a good chat?" Wuming asked, "You are good at it, you can come to me as a teacher, I am also a businessman, the salary is negotiable—"

The sound of piercing the air came out again, and the big sword went straight to Wuming's face.

Wuming propped up his shield to block the big sword.

His feet were deep in the mud, plowing out two deep marks, which didn't stop until they reached the wheels of the carriage.

The great sword was still spinning, trying to get into the nameless shield.

Nameless resisted the great sword, eyes protruding from above the shield.

The cloth on the nameless armor became shattered, and numerous scratches were left on his steel armor.

Bearing the attack himself, Wuming finally understood the secret of the opponent's attack.

A stream of qi wrapped around the great sword, this qi provided the great sword with extra strength, and also filled the body of the great sword with finely divided and sharp forces.

Just like there are many small blades distributed around the big sword, the shark migratingly bites everything around it.

Wuming was feeling this power, and the strong man on the opposite side was already approaching.

The strong man leaped forward, raised the shield with all his strength and speed, and pressed it down, blasting towards the hilt of the great sword.

Nameless immediately tilted his head.

Sure enough, the great sword received this boost, immediately broke through the nameless shield, and directly nailed the nameless shield to the wheel of the carriage.

Wuming let go of the shield ahead of time to avoid the fate of being nailed to the wheel together. He only had a long sword left in his hand.

Although he didn't have a shield in his hand, now was the safest moment. The strong man had just exhausted his strength and had no time to adjust.

Wuming held the sword in both hands and stabbed at the strong man.

The strong man also let go of his big shield, facing the long sword with both hands.

The sharp longsword pierced the chain mail of his palm.

The strong man turned his palm to the side, allowing the long sword to pierce the skin, and then wrapped the long sword with the iron spines on the armor to restrain the unknown weapon, and bent his elbow, bombarding the unknown cheek with the elbow full of thorns .

Wuming's head was hit hard, and he tilted to the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he found that the big sword behind him was still spinning. He had already pulled out from the wheel with the shield, turned the sword body, and faced his back.

Wuming immediately let go of the long sword, kicked the strong man away, twisted his body, and dodged the big sword like a drill.

The big sword returned to the strong man's side, forming a layer of protection around his body, allowing him to calmly draw out the long sword stuck in his hand and throw it behind him.

The long sword was thrust into the soil and trembled endlessly.

Wuming looked at his empty hands, touched the sunken helmet, and spat blood through the visor:

"sharp."

He stretched out his palm towards the strong man:

"You can take the shield away, can you give me back the sword, that sword is very important to me."

Responding to Nameless was a greatsword wearing a shield.

With a shield on, the big sword swirled towards the nameless face, looking from a distance, it looked like a stubby lance with a huge gauntlet.

The "lancer" suddenly disappeared, and the well-shaped shield was hanging in front of Wuming's head. He couldn't see Wuming's situation, only the hilt of the big sword trembling slightly.

Nameless clasped his palms together and put them down slowly.

The wide-bodied sword was stuck between Wuming's palms, and the red aura was still entwined around the sword, adding scars to Wuming's gauntlet, but it just couldn't move.

Apparently, the nameless hands were like the shield before, resisting the shield, but could no longer move.

And the strong man on the opposite side has already raised his big shield, ready to hit again.

This time the great sword will break through the shackles again, and what it pierces will be Wuming's body.

But before the strong man could take any action, Wuming let go of his hand.

The big sword broke through Wuming's hands and pierced towards his chest.

Sparks flew everywhere, and within a second, Wuming's armor completely dissolved, and the great sword penetrated into Wuming's body.

But at this very second, Wuming had already grasped the hilt of the great sword.

Weng Ming's great sword had just entered Wuming's body before he pulled it out.

The iron spines wrapped around the hilt penetrated deeply into Wuming's palm, providing good friction and making it impossible to spin the great sword again.

Obviously there was no collision, but Wuming's armor seemed to be red hot, and sparks appeared from the gaps.

The big sword stopped flying and spinning, and Wuming was able to observe it carefully.

This big sword has a square head and a wide handle, full of traces of use.

Although the style is simple and unpretentious, the materials used are extremely solid.

Thinking about the rotation and power of the big sword just now, it can withstand this kind of use. This seemingly simple big sword is actually an extraordinary sword.

Wuming took the shield off the great sword, tried to swing the great sword, and shook his head.

He raised his sword and pointed at the strong man:
"Can you pay me back now?"

The strong man stared at Wuming's abdomen.

A hole with a large diameter was obviously drilled, but it was pitch black, as if all the light had been sucked in, leaving only a faint black vortex.

The strong man backed away slowly, stood behind the long sword, and lifted the long sword stuck on the ground.

Wuming laughed, and the two threw their swords towards each other at the same time.

Wuming's long sword was thin and sharp, and although the strong man's great sword was thick and heavy, it was controlled by that mysterious aura.

When the two swords crossed each other, the big sword suddenly tilted and was about to hit the long sword.

However, the long sword jumped with a strange arc, avoided the impact of the big sword, and returned to Wuming's hand smoothly.

Wuming held the long sword and flicked it on the shield.

Sparks appeared from where the sword and shield met, and from between his armor.

"Come on, let's fight again."

Wuming took a step forward, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

The land under his feet silently turned into scorched earth, the air was heated, and the light around Wuming's body twisted.

The strong man started to back away.

He grabbed the big sword in his hand, advanced the big shield, hesitated for a moment, and slowly retreated to the jungle.

The red light flickered, and several big trees broke again, but this time they all fell in front of him, hiding his figure.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Wuming clicked his tongue, and also put away his sword and shield.

He bent down, picked up a fragment of a wheel spoke on the ground, and stuck it to his stomach.

The gold and iron melted and filled the hole in the abdomen.

Nameless clap your hands:
"Okay, the crisis is over, let's continue on our way."

Wuming bypassed the chariot and approached the wandering businessman who was still in shock:

"Who is that person? How did you provoke him?"

The wandering merchant's voice trembled, suppressing his fear:

"Bell Hunter."

"What is that?" Wuming was puzzled.

"A lunatic who specializes in killing teachers and businessmen," said the wandering businessman.

While talking, he finally regained his composure, and looked at Wuming gratefully:

"Thank you, thank you for saving me."

Nameless but not calm anymore:
"What? Killing teachers and merchants!"

Is this worth it?Nameless is in a hurry.

He is not only a teacher but also a businessman.

(End of this chapter)