The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 480 Already Honest
Wuming said goodbye to Patch in a casual manner and prepared to return from the Blue Coast.

When they reached the cliff, they found that Patch had already removed the spider web rope ladder, and there was no way for them to get down.

Wuming turned around to look for Patch, and from a distance, he saw Patch's murderous eyes.

Wuming retreated again, looked at the cliff, and smiled confidently: "You want to confuse me?"

Wuming stretched out his hands, and the Kalia Sword appeared, piercing into the rock wall of the cliff.

Just step by step, climb up the cliff.

When he climbed up the cliff by clinging to the edge and stood on the top, Wuming raised his arms and shouted:

"Who else? In this world, is there anything that can stop me?"

Wuming cheered and danced on the edge of the cliff, not worrying about falling off.

"I have learned to climb walls, and I am invincible." Wuming shouted arrogantly to the heaven and earth.

An ancient dragon was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, looking at him like he was a lunatic.

"You were beaten crazy by Beile?" said the ancient dragon.

"Hey, it's you." Wuming recognized him. This was the ancient dragon man he met not long after entering the Shadow Land. The ancient dragon man was still sitting cross-legged in meditation using the posture Wuming taught him.

"It's me." The ancient dragon said, "How did you go to the dragon cave to participate in the best dragon feast?"

"Hmm..." Wuming pretended to look at the scenery in the distance, "Look at the mountains in the distance, they are so beautiful."

"You haven't been there yet?" The ancient dragon man widened his eyes.

Wuming coughed twice: "Isn't this delayed by other things? I just finished it."

The ancient dragon's eyes when he looked at Wuming were full of distrust and disappointment.

"What are you looking at? We businessmen will definitely do what we say we will do." Wuming said, "It's just the Dragon Cave, I'll go right away."

Wuming was full of passion and ran away.

After taking two steps, he turned back, still full of enthusiasm:
"Where is the Dragon Cave?"

The ancient dragon sighed: "I'll take you there."

The ancient dragon took Wuming to the dragon cave and said:
"But since you've been delayed for so long, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to taste the highest quality dragon feast."

"What's wrong?" Wuming asked.

The ancient dragon said: "There is a battlefield scavenger who became the new Dragon Eater. Although he is a scavenger, he has an extraordinary will. If anyone can defeat Beile, he is the most likely person. His dedication to Dragon Eater and his passion for fighting are far greater than yours. He is brave, resolute, and never gives up."

The ancient dragon looked at Wuming mockingly:

"If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to eat it."

"He's pretty impressive." Wuming said, "What's his name?"

"Egon," said the ancient dragon, "a very good young man. Although he is a scavenger, plain-looking and ragged, he has the temperament of one of our practitioners - he can endure hardships. He uses a long bow to perfection."

"Oh, that's amazing." Wuming agreed.

The two men walked past a three-way intersection and saw a man curled up on the side of the road, wailing and wriggling.

He was dressed in rags, had a conical hat on, and wore armor of a completely different shape. He also smelled bad and looked shabby like a villain soldier.

He also carried a large bow on his back.

The man kept crawling forward, wailing.

"Do you know this person?" Wuming glanced at the ancient dragon man, "Why do I feel so familiar even though I have never seen him before? He is as familiar as my hometown that I have never seen before."

The ancient dragon looked at the man on the ground and was also surprised. He couldn't believe his eyes and called out hesitantly, "Egon?"

This sound seemed to have ignited the explosive barrel. The scavenger who was lying on the ground was still wailing softly, but suddenly he roared loudly, his voice full of pain:
"Ah... it hurts so much, it's unbearable."

The ancient dragon walked over, fiddled with his body, and checked his injuries.

As soon as he touched the scavenger, the scavenger's body twitched, and he curled up in fear, trying to stay away from the ancient dragon, his eyes full of fear:

"No, don't go on. Please, stop. I'm wrong. I'm wrong. I shouldn't have challenged you. Please, don't go on..."

Above the scruffy, bloodstained beard were a pair of old, frightened eyes.

Wuming tilted his head and looked at Egon with suspicion: "Is this... really the person you mentioned? It doesn't look like it."

The ancient dragon sighed:
"Even Aegon can't match the terror of Baelor. It seems that he has been destroyed. He was indeed very brave and resolute before."

"No, I mean, he's not a young man." Wuming said, "He's just an old man."

"Of course it's too small for me." The ancient dragon said, "The age of a human is not even a fraction of that of an ancient dragon."

Wuming squatted in front of Egon and found that Egon's limbs were all broken and his internal organs were almost rotten.

It's not dead yet, life is indeed tenacious.

Wuming placed a warm stone next to him.

"It's useless even if he's cured." The ancient dragon said, "His will has been worn out. When his wounds heal, he won't be able to challenge the mad dragon anymore. He will just turn around and flee from here."

"Really?" Wuming said, "But I saw that he was moving in our direction."

Wuming looked back and saw Egon still squirming a little bit, struggling and rolling on the ground. He looked very miserable, and some of his body was indeed moving in Wuming's direction, but it seemed more like a coincidence due to the struggle.

"Okay, I'll take you to see the witch." The ancient dragon called out to Wuming, and Wuming responded and followed him, gradually walking away from the destroyed dragon warrior.

Wuming followed the ancient dragon man until he came to an open fork in the road, where the corpses of flying dragons were scattered all over the place.

At the intersection of one of the forks in the road, a flying dragon was perched there, snoring horribly.

"What do you think? Do you dare to challenge me?" The ancient dragon man held his big knife and wanted to test Wuming.

"Is our way behind it?" Wuming asked.

"No, it's on the road to its right." said the ancient dragon.

"Then why don't we just go around it?" Wuming said as he bent down, acted stealthily, and cast a silencing magic under his feet.

The ancient dragon was stunned: "Where is your courage? Where is your blood? Where is your dignity?"

"As my runes dried up." Wuming replied.

After saying this, he walked towards the side road without looking back.

The ancient dragon was speechless and had to follow.

When the ancient dragon caught up with Wuming, he saw Wuming standing there, looking up ahead.

The ancient dragons looked over and saw the corpse of an extremely large flying dragon lying in front of them.

The ancient dragon smiled, as if he was no longer surprised by Wuming's reaction.

"This is bigger than Rodel's ancient dragon." Wuming was amazed, "A flying dragon can grow so long."

"This is the great work of the warriors." The ancient dragon said, "Seeing this, do you feel your blood boiling, your heart surging, and longing for the power of dragons?"

When Wuming heard the ancient dragon say this, he noticed that there was a small altar in front of the huge flying dragon's body. The style of the altar was very familiar.

"Is this the Dragon Feast Altar?" Wuming said.

"The Dragon Feast Altar." a voice emphasized.

Wuming looked over and saw a female ancient dragon standing next to the dragon feast altar. She was wearing bright red scale-like clothing, revealing large areas of dark and shiny skin.

The head portrait of the ancient dragon man is wearing a dragon head-shaped mask, which covers the face and only the white hair on the head can be seen.

"This is Lord Furosanx." The ancient dragon introduced Wuming.

"Sanks?" Wuming said, "Ancient Dragon?"

"That's right, Master Frosanx is not an ancient dragon, but an ancient dragon in human form." The ancient dragon said, "He is the one who communicates with ancient dragons and humans, and bestows the desire for dragon feast on warriors."

"I understand, I understand." Wuming nodded, "Just like Lance Shanks."

"Lance Shanks?" Hearing Wuming's words, Gu Longfurou Shanks was surprised, "Do you know her?"

"Yes, I know him. We have a very close relationship." Wuming said.

Furosanx looked at Wuming:

"Are you the one she chose?"

Flosance nodded. "To be favored by her, he must be an outstanding hero, just right for hunting the oldest and most ferocious dragon!"

Furosanx pointed to the Spiked Mountain in the distance, which was covered with thunderclouds. "Beile is right there! Human warrior, obey your desire, kill that thing, and swallow its hot heart!"

Faced with Floushanx's impassioned cry, Wuming didn't know how to respond.

So I just didn't respond.

Furosanx frowned and observed Wuming: "Why, human warrior, why don't you set out? Don't you want to kill Beile and enjoy the most mechanical dragon feast?"

"I don't desire it." Wuming said.

"Do you desire power?" asked Flosanx.

"I long for Rune." Wuming replied.

Furosanx was silent for a moment and looked at the ancient dragon:
"Where did you find this man?"

The ancient dragon was a little embarrassed: "He has the strength. I have fought with him before, and there is absolutely no problem with him."

Flosanx became more serious:
"Strength? What we want is will! In terms of strength, we don't need humans."

Furosanx glanced at Wuming:
"This guy is no good. He lacks ambition. How could Lance Shanks fall for a man like you?"

"She doesn't like me, we are brothers." Wuming said, "Lance Shanks likes Mungert."

The ancient dragons also felt very sorry and said to Wuming:

"You obviously have the ability, why are you unwilling to take action?"

"Aren't you very powerful?" Wuming said, "But you don't go and fight that Beile, and let others do it. I don't understand you. The guy who tricked me into working for him last time also wore this kind of bird mask."

"Because we can't," said Flosanks.

"Your strength is not as good as Beile's?" Wuming was a little unconvinced, "The power of the ancient dragon is very strong, right?"

"My king, Platon Sanx, said that only the endless desire and courageous will of human beings can kill our hateful enemies, Beile." Furosanx said, "I believe in the wisdom of my king."

"Does the king really have wisdom?" Wuming said, "I heard that wisdom is the responsibility of God, and the king only needs power."

Furosanx's eyes turned cold when she looked at Wuming, and she simply ignored him.

"Okay, okay, I will challenge you." Wuming said, "After all, I have already promised it."

Wuming lay in the giant dragon's mouth, nestling beautifully on the dragon's tongue: "I'll take a break first and recharge my energy."

The ancient dragon man helplessly watched Wuming lying in the dragon's mouth, feeling a little embarrassed to comment. After thinking about it, he decided to leave the Dragon Feast Cathedral and continue to recruit dragon hunters.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Wuming kept wriggling on the dragon's tongue, making chewing sounds.

Half of the dragon's tongue under him was gone.

Wuming felt that it was a bit of a waste for the dragon feasters to only eat the dragon heart, and that in order to eat the burning dragon heart, they had to pay a high price and take risks.

"The tongue is still economical." Wuming felt that he was really smart. He was eating free food and it was very delicious.

While eating, I heard the sound of something rubbing against the ground.

Wuming looked over and found that Egon, who was at the fork in the road during the day, had crawled over.

Although the limbs still seemed to be broken and twisted, the speed was much faster than before, and it seemed that both strength and speed had increased.

His mouth and beard were covered in blood, and several pieces of gravel were entangled in his beard, with lightning and thunder.

Wuming looked at the direction Egon was coming from, which was the same route he had taken, and he said:
"You ate the dragon?"

Egon used his twisted limbs to crawl here, and even used his chin to support the ground and continued crawling.

His face was filled with the fanaticism of having just eaten a dragon's heart, and instead of the fear from before, his face was twisted with a look of rage and arrogance.

The distorted expression under the moonlight made Wuming stunned for a few seconds. He wiped the blood from his mouth and invited him to rest in his hut:

"Would you like some dragon tongue?"

"I only eat dragon hearts," Aegon replied.

"He has ambition and pursuit." Wuming said, "Gu Long, you see he works so hard, doesn't he get any benefit?"

Wuming asked Frosanx to help Egon get some benefits.

But Floresanx still ignored him.

"You hold a grudge?" Wuming walked out of the dragon's mouth and pointed at Furou Sanx, "You have to learn to be tolerant."

Flosanx closed her eyes and breathed evenly.

Aegon said: "At night, she sleeps. She wants to dedicate her sleep to the Dragon King in exchange for grace, which she will give to us warriors who challenge Beile."

"You look very familiar." Wuming walked to Egon.

"I have received her grace more than once," Egon said. "Every time I challenged Beile, I was fully prepared. Although I failed every time."

"It's already like this, and you still want to challenge?" Wuming looked at Egon's twisted limbs.

"I will eat it." Egon's eyes widened and he cursed Beile, "I will let him know what fear is!"

"You didn't say that during the day," Wuming said.

Egon smiled: "It's embarrassing, isn't it? I was frightened, in so much pain that I forgot my dignity, and was so terrified that I couldn't control myself."

"It doesn't look good." Wuming said.

"That's why I have to defeat it." Egon moved his body with his chin, "I can't let it take away my dignity. I must swallow it and swallow my fear!"

Wuming watched with admiration as Egon crawled past him, applauding his will.

Ten minutes later, he watched with admiration as Egon's feet finally passed him and reached the edge of the altar. He began to perform the dragon feasting ceremony on the altar, chewing the half of the heart in his arms into his mouth.

After performing the Dragon Feast, his body recovered a little. Although his limbs were still broken, they were able to move and he could crawl much faster.

This time it took only one minute to pass Wuming.

"It's too slow." Wuming said, "Forget it, I'll carry you there. I'm going there anyway, and I'm fulfilling my promise. It's on the way."

As he spoke, Wuming lifted Egon up with one foot, carried him on his back, and strode forward.

"Thank you." Egon said, "You helped me before. You are a dragon warrior."

"You guys really like to use the word 'dragon' to praise others." Wuming said, "You're welcome, I just think you look like a human being."

"Who?"

"It's been a long time since I," Wuming said, "endlessly challenged powerful enemies that were impossible to defeat. I really miss my younger self."

"Don't you have that ambition now?" Egon said.

Wuming thought of the ancient dragon's attitude towards him, and his old face turned red, and he said stubbornly:
"I just became too strong, and there is no one I can challenge again and again."

Wuming holds his head high:

"Humph, little Beile, look at me and I'll catch you."

A moment later, Wuming carried Egon on his back and arrived at the foot of the Spiked Mountain.

Wuming raised his head as much as he could, looking at the endless mountaintop, and was dumbfounded:
"How do we get up here?"

The Spiky Mountain in front of us towers into the clouds, steep and dangerous. The mountain is no different from a cliff, but it is much higher than the cliff on the other side of the Blue Coast.

"Climb up," said Egon.

"Climb up?" Wuming was incredulous. "Now I understand how your limbs were broken."

"What can we do? Do you expect something to take you up there?" Egon said, "Just climb."

"Ah?" Wuming looked at the cliff that seemed to have no end, and then looked at Egon behind him.

Two days later, on the cliffs of Spike Mountain.

Wuming climbed up carrying Egon on his back.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, Wuming lay on the ground, not caring that Egon was still on his back, his hands shaking constantly.

"We're finally here." Wuming's voice was also trembling.

"Not yet." Egon said, "This is only the first floor."

"Ah?" Wuming's trembling stopped. "How many more floors are there? I'm rock climbing, not traveling."

"There are probably six or seven more floors," Egon said.

"Six or seven floors?"

"Six or seven floors."

"cliff?"

"almost."

Wuming cried, "I can't stand it anymore. It's too scary. Don't go on. Please, stop... don't go on."

The invincible Wuming was defeated at the Spiky Mountain.

(End of this chapter)