The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 6
At the main entrance of Stonewell City, Wuming smiled triumphantly:
"Hmph, I already said that you can't do without clothes. With armor, you're not afraid of being struck by lightning."

The nameless armor emits a fiery red light.

When the thunder passed through the armor, the armor was in a semi-melted state, emitting huge heat.

Most people would have already become roasted pigs in such armor, but Wuming didn't seem to respond.

The armor softened in this red-hot state, and the hole in the chest gradually closed.

Wuming looked at the closed gate and the looming crossbow behind the gate, thinking about how to get in.

"Over there, please come here."

Next to the main entrance, a voice came from a room that seemed to be prepared for the janitor.

Wuming went in, and saw a shriveled man with a shackles around his neck.

"You're a fader, right?" the man said. "My name is Gotok, and I'm the guard here. You want to go in, right? I advise you not to go in through the main entrance, because there are a group of skilled soldiers blocking it." .”

"How high can it be?" Wuming didn't believe it.

"This is Stonewell City, the castle of the demigod Grek. The demigod 'graft' Grek, that's why Nimgf is Nimgf."

Gotok spoke seriously, with a terrifying expression on his face.

Nameless or not:

"Just open the door and let me see and see."

Half a minute later, Wuming came back with an arrow stuck in his ass, angrily:

"It's despicable to say that you are a master, but you actually use a ballista."

The doorman, Gotok, smiled awkwardly.

Wuming pulled out the arrow from his butt, and asked nonchalantly, "You are a guard, why do you still care about me?"

He looked at Gotok gloomyly:
"Did you just cheat me with the aggressive method?"

Gotok was on the verge of tears:
"You have to go there yourself."

"Haha, I'm just kidding you." Wuming put his arms around Gotok's neck, and his iron hand touched the shackles, pulling Gotok's neck even longer.

Wuming asked: "To be honest, why are you trying to persuade me?"

"It's just because I don't like that city lord either." Gotok laughed, "If you really want to go in, you can go in through the cave over there. The soldiers don't know about that path, so there should be a way to directly invade the city without being attacked. Discover."

"Is there a path?" Wuming's eyes lit up.

He came here to find a hidden path, where he could store his goods and accommodate merchants.

"Good man." Wuming shook Gotok's hand and smiled broadly.

Gotok smiled awkwardly:

"You're welcome, I also hope that you faders can succeed in hunting and killing the graft."

Looking along the road pointed by Gotok, one can see that the majestic castle has been blasted out of some holes, just smashing a path.

"How did such a good castle break down like this?" Wuming was curious, "Then why didn't the demigod fix it? Such an obvious path."

"Uh..." Gotok was stopped by the question, he hesitated for a while, and prevaricated, "This... is difficult."

"What's the problem?" Wuming stared at Gotok.

Gotok was a little flustered by his sight.

The trail was of course obvious, even if he didn't warn him, anyone who wasn't blind would be able to see it.

Then they will fall into the trap, beheaded mercilessly, and the corpses will be taken away for disposal and become the material for grafting.

In that way, an ordinary person like him can live for a longer period of time and will not be dragged to have his limbs grafted.

The faders would often rush to the cave without thinking, and even if they had concerns, they would not press him like this.

Gotok was a little scared, he saw an inexplicable light flashing through the peephole of the armor.

He is afraid that the trick will be seen through, and he is afraid of death.

Gotok closed his eyes and said aloud:
"Because the city lord provoked Marenia before, the power of the city lord was basically wiped out, and we have no money to repair it."

After Gotok finished speaking, he closed his eyes tightly, praying that the faded man would be persuaded, and also praying that no one upstairs heard his words about the castellan.

The city lord hates other people making him up, and if the making up is real, he hates it even more.

The little man closed his eyes tightly, and just said a word between the two strong men, he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.

Wuming wondered: "You just said how strong Greg is, why did you say it so embarrassingly in a blink of an eye. Who is Marenia?"

"Don't you know Malenia?" Gotok opened his eyes. "That's one of the pinnacles of the demigod, the Valkyrie, Mikaela's blade."

"I've heard of the Valkyrie." Wuming nodded, "Mikaela's blade...is interesting. It seems that there is a gap among the demigods, but Grek can hold the castle in the siege battle, and he is not much weaker. Bar."

"I didn't keep it." Gotok muttered, "The lord of the city licked Marenia's feet before he was let go."

"So embarrassing?"

"So embarrassing."

"That's even more interesting." Wuming rubbed his chin, "I heard that the battle between the demigods was for the fragments of the ring. Why didn't the Valkyrie take away Grek's big rune?"

"That... I don't know." Gotok replied, "I'm telling the truth..."

"I know, what a pity." Wuming looked at the dilapidated city wall with a melancholy expression, as if lamenting the decline of the prosperous dynasty.

He said: "I thought there was a business opportunity, and I could import some stones to sell, but I didn't expect it to be a poor ghost."

"Even if there are stones, it can't be repaired. Many of these castles were built in the era of the ancient Golem giant monster Storm King. It is difficult to repair such castles with manpower alone."

Nameless glanced at Gotok:
"You know a lot."

Gotok could only laugh along with him.

"Okay, thank you for your guidance, I will open the way, and thank you when I come back." Wuming waved his hand and walked towards the path.

It is indeed a trail, with many cliffs along the way, only a few eagles standing in the trees.

As Wuming moved forward, he observed the terrain and investigated places suitable for trading.

There is no one on the edge of the cliff, which is very suitable for hiding goods. As long as those annoying eagles are removed, you can hide a large number of goods and merchants with peace of mind.

After walking a few steps forward, Wuming saw the enemy.

"It's so good that there are no soldiers." Wuming laughed.

smiled happily.

The cliff ahead is safe, but safety is pointless.

It is too close to the blessing at the door, and there are no enemies, which means there is no consumption.

And with enemies, it means that the fading person will have consumption, and with consumption, the fading person needs supplies.

Wuming didn't bother those patrolling soldiers, his figure disappeared into the air, and the sound of his armor also subsided and disappeared.

Patch has a Fade boy under his wing, and he's been able to see the Fade's supply levels.

Wuming counts the enemies along the way, constructs the battle in his mind, and calculates the consumption.

He walked up the stairs, bypassing the explosive barrels, and found a dark room with a closed door behind a dozing servant.

Wuming's eyes lit up.

The location is just right.

If the room is empty, he can place supplies here, and merchants can live here.

If you don't turn on the light, you won't be found.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is a person guarding the door, which increases the risk of exposure.

Wuming picked up a stone and threw it aside, attracting the servant to check it out, and then he appeared and opened the door.

"It's dark enough and hidden enough." Wuming commented on the room.

There was no light in the whole room, and the only light came from the open door behind him.

With this light, Wuming seemed to see the reflection of metal in the room.

He was about to take a closer look when the light suddenly disappeared.

The door behind him was closed.

"Hee hee, hee hee..." Gotok's voice came from the door, "I'm sorry Fader, but for us, please donate your limbs."

In the dark, the storm strikes.

(End of this chapter)