The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 62 Sudden Recalling the Past

"Red Lion City Red Lion City..."

Nameless chanted about his destination, walking through Gailide.

On both sides of the road, you can see brick walls that have been burned into red everywhere, and no grass can grow under the high temperature.

After a while, he was stopped by a group of soldiers.

The soldiers here are similar in form to Grek's soldiers, but with different decorations and base colors.

With red as the base, the lion pattern is sewn on the armor.

The crest of the knight's helmet is an abstract lion's head showing two fangs. When the helmet is fastened, a red mane protrudes from the top of the helmet, proud and eye-catching.

These are the Red Lion Army led by Ratan. Ratan was once the general of the Golden Tree, and his soldiers are all composed of the most regular army of the Golden Tree, all of whom are elite soldiers.

At this time, these elite soldiers raised their weapons and pointed at Wuming vigilantly.

I was going to say it was the falling star beast under his crotch.

The soldiers confronted Wuming.

Nameless directly raised his hands in surrender:
"I am a good person."

"What are you doing?" the Red Lion soldier questioned Wuming.

"I'm going to Red Lion City, the place where there is a battle festival." Wuming said.

Hearing what Wuming said, the soldiers looked at the mighty falling star beast under Wuming's crotch again, and relaxed their vigilance a little.

"The time is not yet," said the Red Lion soldier.

"I know, the stars haven't appeared yet." Wuming said, "But I have friends who have already passed away."

The soldiers put away their weapons, but still put their shields on the falling star beast:
"you can go now."

"Let me go so simply?" Wuming said, "I thought you would interrogate me more severely."

The soldiers pointed to the smoky wall of fire along the road:

"Our duty is not to guard against the enemy. Besides, in this situation, it doesn't matter if you are really a spy. No matter who you are, if you want to participate in the battle ceremony and fight against General Ratan, then go."

During the conversation, several giant dogs stepped on the wall of fire and rushed towards the soldiers of the Red Lion.

The soldiers immediately set up their formations to fight the giant dog.

Different from the cuckoo's tactics of abandoning pawns, the red lion's elite knights charged forward, holding a large shield, resisting the giant dog's powerful offensive, and carefully blocking the giant dog's fangs and sharp claws.

The knights formed a line of defense to keep the giant dog out, and left a hole for a giant dog to run to the rear, where the soldiers surrounded and killed it.

Because of its huge size and deep siege, the giant dog will be executed as quickly as possible.

The red lions strangled the giant dogs efficiently in this way. As long as the soldiers could bring down the giant dogs, the knights in front would not be in danger.

Even if soldiers make occasional mistakes, excess soldiers can rely on numbers to make up for individual mistakes.

The most important test of this hunting method is the level of the knight in front.

Wuming observed those knights, everyone was orderly resisting the attack of the giant dog, and they seemed to be familiar with the road.

But the accident still happened.

A knight saw the opportunity, shifted his center of gravity down, lowered his breath and covered the shield, and blocked the giant dog's sharp claws.

But this time the giant dog jumped up and stepped on the knight's great shield.

The knight was overwhelmed by the heavy pressure and quickly relieved his strength.

But the giant dog has already used that jump to jump backward.

In the rear camp, there is still a giant dog that has not been dealt with.

The momentum of the giant dog in the air was choked.

The knight had put the big shield behind his back to block his back, thrust his big sword into the ground, and threw himself at the giant dog.

The knight grabbed the giant dog's hind legs, roared, and threw it back abruptly.

During this period, the knight was attacked by another giant dog from behind, but was blocked by the shield and was not fatally injured.

The knight turned around, drew out the sword stuck in the ground, and returned to the line of defense again.

But when he resisted the attack of the giant dog again, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the gap in the helmet.

The knight began to cough violently, his movements deformed.

The shield didn't block it in time, and the giant dog's bloody maw had already landed on the knight's head, and the guillotine-like mouth was about to fall.

A deep purple lightning suddenly fell from the sky, piercing through the giant dog's body and hitting the ground.

The ground beneath the giant dog exploded, and the strong impact sent the giant dog flying out. The giant teeth closed on top of the red lion's head, biting off a few strands of the red mane.

"Beautiful job." Wuming touched the huge jaws of the falling star beast, "Niu Niu, use the destructive light!"

The lasers gathered in front of the falling star beast, and the purple torrent of lightning and gravel swept past the knight's defense line.

The giant dogs were evaporated immediately, and there were not many corpses left.

This scene was too shocking. The red lion knight first stared at the mess in front of him, and then looked at the falling star beast together with the giant dog.

"You're welcome." Wuming waved to them.

The giant dog reacted first, jumped out of the encirclement, and ran away directly.

The Red Lion Knight didn't stop him either, and kept staring at the Falling Star Beast.

It was the knight who made a mistake before that broke the tranquility.

The knight coughed violently, took off his helmet, took out a few pills, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The other red lion knights hurried forward to take care of them:
"How about it?"

The knight shook his head:

"It's okay, I just exerted force and couldn't hold it down anymore."

As he spoke, the knight coughed violently again, and the blood he coughed up contained some blackened pieces of meat.

The other knights set up flames tacitly, igniting the blood and minced meat coughed up by the knights, crackling.

"Corruption disease?" Wuming asked.

During this period of contact with miners, he also probably knows what the symptoms of corruption are.

The Red Lion Knight nodded silently.

The blood-spitting knight swallowed a few more pills, finally controlled his cough, and stood up holding his sword hilt.

In the battle just now, he inserted the big sword into the ground, and now it has curled a bit.

The knight looked at the big sword with a curly blade: "I will go back to the Red Lion City to repair the equipment."

The knight looked at Wuming:

"You're going to the Red Lion City too, right? Let's go together."

The two then set off together, the rider of the Red Lion on a lean horse, side by side with the nameless Fallen Star Beast.

"Jorah." The red lion knight introduced himself.

Wuming also told the truth about his name.

Jorah looked at the nameless falling star beast:

"With a warrior like you challenging the general, he should be able to leave without regret."

"You misunderstood, I was looking for my friend, and I didn't want to see Lataen off." Wuming clarified.

Jorah felt a little regretful when he heard that Wuming was not going to participate in the battle ceremony.

"It's a pity, that's the last chance to fight against the strongest demigod, and we can't even participate." Jorah said.

"What? You don't have to buy a ticket, do you?" Wuming asked.

"It takes warriors and heroes to give the general an honorable death," Jorah said. "And we also have to prevent the spread of corruption, so we are destined not to participate."

"Oh..." Wuming responded without expressing his opinion.

Jorah said: "But we don't have any regrets. When the general was still awake, he was never stingy with fighting us. Every red lion should have experienced the strength of the general."

"While still awake?" Wuming asked.

"Since being eroded by the corruption disease, the general's sanity is disappearing." Jorah said, "It is for this reason that he needs to rest, and the general cannot be reduced to the same as those immortals."

The two rode their horses and galloped along the road, and many immortals passed them by along the way.

The immortals were on fire, moving stiffly, howling silently.

"How did they catch fire?" Wuming asked.

"They are infected with corruption. In order not to infect them, they need to be purified with fire." Jorah said, "Don't feel cruel, this is also the pain the general endured, and it is the way he explored with his life."

"Huh? I don't think it's cruel." Wuming said.

Wuming climbed on the Falling Star Beast, propped his face to admire the ignited immortals:
"There's a bleak beauty to it."

Hearing what Wuming said, Jorah frowned.

He said: "Some people also think this kind of scenery is beautiful, but they can't experience the pain and cruelty under this kind of scenery. Let them experience it themselves, and they will not dare——

"Suffering is not something to appreciate," Jorah said gravely.

He smiled wryly again:
"Forget it, maybe you don't understand what I'm telling you. You haven't experienced the pain of being burned by flames, so how can you understand this?"

"Oh..." Wuming was noncommittal.

He added: "I don't mean to appreciate suffering. On the contrary, I appreciate people who bear the pain of burning their lives to open the way for others."

Hearing what Wuming said, Jorah turned pale.

He felt that Wuming was praising General Ratan.

As a diehard fan of the General, Jorah loved hearing this.

"So you have been relying on the firewall to resist corruption?" Wuming asked.

"Yes, this is a never-ending war, and the Red Lion will fight to the end," Jorah said.

"Have you ever thought about living with corruption?" Wuming asked.

Jorah's face darkened instantly:
"What did you say?"

"It's an endless war." Nameless repeated Jorah's words, "It's not like it can't be won at all, but I think some people can live in the pool of corruption. Is it not necessary to resist corruption?"

Jorah was silent for a moment, then said:
"Once I was an officer in another squad."

"Why do you suddenly start to recall the past?" Wuming wondered.

Jorah said: "Half the warriors in my squad rotted and died, and the rest were still alive but gradually weakened. It is true that there are people who can survive corruption, but such people must be few. Strong and healthy people have countless corpses behind them. And only ugly bugs can survive in corruption. People living in that environment will sooner or later become like bugs. How can people be like bugs! "

Jorah looked at Wuming gloomyly:

"In the days when the Red Lion was fighting corruption, countless fighters died. Are you insulting those dead fighters?"

Wuming faced Jorah's angry face without any reaction. He supported his face and thought for a moment:

"I am a faded person. I didn't live in the junction, but in another land."

Jorah said, "What do you want to say? Why do you suddenly start remembering the past?"

"My hometown is a world doomed to destruction. People need to sacrifice their lives in order to save the world from being destroyed. It's like adding firewood to a fire that is about to go out." Wuming said, "But the speed of firewood growth can't keep up. Burning, the fire will be extinguished after all, and people rush forward one after another, but they can't stop the result. There are fewer and fewer people there, the world is getting more and more dead and cold, until it is completely destroyed..."

There was no excitement, no hysterical tone, Wuming just described it calmly, but Jorah felt the tragedy and desolation in it.

"You..." Jorah didn't know what to say.

Nameless continued:
"Those who give their lives are basically heroes. They burn their own lives to illuminate the lives of others. But heroes cannot resist decay, and those who should perish will perish."

Wuming stared at Jorah, his pupils were like melting pots, shining with red-gold light, and repeated:

"What should perish, still perish."

Jorah understood what Wuming wanted to express, and was a little unwilling:

"This is the will of the general. Even if we are doomed to lose, we can face it with pride."

Nameless nodded in praise:

"Good ambition, I was once chosen to be that kind of hero, to sacrifice myself to save the world, do you know how I was chosen?"

"Obviously, you gave up." Jorah snorted.

"My witch also advised me to give up, and many people advised me to give up." Wuming smiled, "So I parted ways with them and gave my life alone."

Jorah looked at Wuming in surprise:

"Then how can you still appear here... Yes, you are a fader, you were awakened by blessing."

"I survived under the shadow of my ancestors, and my life is only possible through the sacrifices of those heroes. Of course, I must inherit this will and pass on the fire of my life." Wuming said, "So for those battles that are bound to be defeated Of course, I will not insult them. Even if we change the way of living, we can still exist, but we were born in this form, grew up in this form, and naturally would rather die in this form."

Jorah nodded again and again:

"Yeah, yeah, that's it. Looks like you're gay too—"

"But this does not affect the result of failure." Wuming said, "The world is not only about heroes who sacrificed, but also people who are saved by heroes. The world does not end at the moment when heroes are destroyed. People's lives continue after the death of heroes. When a hero To hold up the sky, people on the ground need to open up new paths.”

Nameless raised his finger: "This is the key point. It's okay for you to hold on. The important thing is, besides you fighters, is there anyone who is developing a cure for corruption? Is there anyone who can actually solve this problem. There is a solution to the problem. , the sacrifice will be worth it in the end. There is a solution to make such a big sacrifice.”

Jorah hesitated:

"We have weapon craftsmen who have developed some medicines and methods that can resist corruption."

"That's good." Wuming's voice became cheerful, "Can you sell me some? The best formula is also sold to me."

"Huh?" Jorah didn't respond.

"A formula, a formula, a special medicine for curing corruption." Wuming said, "Otherwise, why would I compare myself to you here? I'm not a child anymore."

Jorah thought for a long time, and finally recalled:
"You said all this just to trick me? Was that trick just made up to scare me?"

"Maybe it wasn't made up," Wuming said.

"Will someone use the tragic doomsday of their hometown as a way to trick others?" Jorah gritted his teeth, not believing the nameless words.

"That's not the point." Wuming didn't care. "The point is that you have the means of treatment, so we can cooperate. I'm a businessman, and I do business in Galilee. We can help each other."

When Qiao La heard that Wuming was a businessman, he looked down on him even more, and snorted coldly:
"Don't be too happy too early. Our method is not very effective, otherwise General Ratan would not be crazy."

"It's okay, we can study each other." Wuming laughed.

Jorah's newly raised respect and affection for Wuming disappeared, and he rode the horse in a muffled voice.

While riding the horse, Jorah couldn't help but think of the nameless words again, which reminded him of certain memories.

That's a high flying wing.

For a long time, the shadow under the flying wings shrouded the hearts of the Red Lion soldiers.

It was caused by an unknown strong will and an extraordinarily heroic battle, even more extreme than the Red Lion's will to resist corruption, it can be said to be crazy.

Jorah couldn't understand that kind of will, so that there was always some haze in his heart.

But now Jorah felt the gloom receding.

There is a solution to the problem, so will you make that level of sacrifice...

(End of this chapter)