The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 85

Jeremy was flustered.

Unexpectedly, the general couldn't hold on just after he got the cure for corruption.

The stars are shining in the night sky, and the law of the circulation of stars sealed by Rataen is breaking loose.

Jeremy has mixed feelings.

If it was in the past, he would have brought the general the most grand ceremony, but now a little hope has just risen, but it is so lucky.

Jie Lian wants to delay for a while, but neither the stars nor the warriors who are eagerly waiting for the ceremony will wait for him.

Sure enough, just as the stars began to shine, the warriors who came to participate in the ceremony all came out of the room and rushed to the martial arts arena.

This time they stopped fighting with each other, and all looked at Jie Lian, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The impatient warriors have begun to shout:

"City Lord, why hasn't the ceremony started yet?"

These impatient fighters are often just people who take the general as a footnote to their glory, but they lack respect for heroes, and Jie Lian doesn't like it very much.

Wuming also stood beside Jie Lian, looking at the fighters on the martial arts arena, wondering what he was planning.

Jielian looked at Wuming:

"Can you cure General Ratan now?"

"How is it possible." Nameless said, "Latarn's poisoning level is not weaker than that of Millicent, and he is irrational, and you can't let him learn new prayers."

Jie Lian smiled bitterly when he heard the words:

"Forget it, the ceremony can only begin."

Wuming said in a flat tone: "Don't worry, Lataen won't die yet."

Jielian looked at Wuming: "Can you hold these people back?"

The soldiers under the unnamed stands said to Jie Lian:

"I have something urgent to go out of town, and I'll be back soon."

Talking about Wuming, he rushed out of the city, without mentioning how to delay these people.

Wuming flew out directly, breathing fire from his feet, and turned into a pop out of the city.

Seeing Wuming leave, the other soldiers were also stunned for a while, but soon turned their finger on Jie Lian:
"Master Jie Lian, please start the ceremony quickly!"

The warriors howled and fidgeted, rubbing their hands, wiping their weapons, and checking their armor.

Jie Lian hesitated for a moment, stood on the high platform, and said loudly:

"Warriors, welcome!
The sky is full of stars, and it's time for the festival!

The most powerful demigod of the Shattered Wars, General Ratan, awaits you.

Warriors, fight!
Defeat powerful enemies with honor and get the big rune! "

The warriors cheered, roared, and turned red with excitement for the honor and battle ahead.

Jeremy added:

"But before that, please don't be impatient. I want to tell the story of General Ratan."

"Why did you say it again?" The warriors froze, "Haven't I already said it many times?"

"That's a rehearsal, a rehearsal." Jie Lian stared, "General Latan's ceremony must have a sense of ceremony!"

This time, Jie Lian's voice was exceptionally full of emotion, cadenced and ups and downs, telling about the tragedy of General Ratan.

This time more details were added.

For example, he specifically said that the pony under General Ratan's crotch, which was not as big as his hand, was his comrade-in-arms who had accompanied him for many years. For example, Ratan learned gravity magic just to lose weight, and went through life and death with the pony.

Gravity magic became the cornerstone for him to challenge the stars in the future, allowing him to successfully seal the stars and defend the town of Seria.

General Lataen's high spirits when he was young contrasted with his current hesitation and ignorance. He could only be like a wild dog, eating corpses on the battlefield regardless of enemy or friend, and crying out to the sky.

Even though they have heard it many times, the soldiers are still infected by this story and feel heavy and tragic.

Jie Lian should have spoken very tragically and passionately, but when he said a word, he had to check the time and look outside the city to see why the nameless grandson hadn't come back yet.

Until he finished telling the story in detail, Wuming still didn't come back.

Jielian knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

Otherwise he can neither heal the general nor honor the general.

Jie Lian roared angrily, held up his big sword, and smashed it to the ground: "Warriors, the festival has begun! The battle festival has begun! The Lataen festival has begun!"

Jie Lian led the soldiers, took the elevator from the corner of the church, went down to the coast at the bottom of the fortress, and went through the portal to the Wailing Sand Dunes, where General Ratan was.

Jie Lian sent batches of soldiers to that ancient battlefield, and stood in front of the portal, struggling in his heart.

"Is it on?" Wuming came over with a sack.

"You just came?" Jie Lian was startled and annoyed.

Don't come early, don't come late, at this time, Jie Lian feels that Wuming is intentional.

"What are you doing now, are you here to collect the general's body?" Jie Lian's voice was a little cold.

"What's the rush?" Wuming laughed, and threw the sack to the ground, the sack opened, and many dung beetle dew drops rolled out.

"This is?" Jie Lian recognized it as dung beetle dew drops, which can replenish the essence of the holy grail bottle, but he didn't understand why Wuming took this.

"Can the general recover from eating this?" Jie Lian guessed.

"Lataen?" Wuming shook his head, "This is not for him."

"That's it?" Jeremy wondered.

Just as he was speaking, a figure flew up, jumped high, and flew from the Wailing Sand Dune to the nameless Jie Lian like a cannonball, smashing a big hole in the sand, sending dust flying all over the sky.

"I have observed it a long time ago. When you besieged me that day, you also tried your hand at each other." Wuming squatted down leisurely and picked up a dewdrop, "You don't think that these people will be able to die if Lataen is about to die. hit him?"

Wuming has fought against Latan and these fighters, and knows the strength of both sides.

What kind of strength can a warrior who can be whipped away by his whip, the festival will only become Lataen's meal.

Wuming's urgent task is to rush to the Ionian swamp, and use the huge number and mobility of bug allies to help him collect Gaylide's dung beetles.

He likes to make money.

Wuming was worried about Luen who couldn't earn the red lion, but now that he could get Luen, he didn't want to miss it.

Wuming took the dew drops, walked to the big pit, and said with a smile: "Do you want the dung beetle dew drops? It can help you replenish your status. It only costs [-] runes each."

Seeing Wuming's behavior, Jie Lian was dumbfounded: "What are you doing?"

"Selling things." Wuming replied as a matter of course.

"You are insulting the festival!" Jie Lian was excited.

"There is no festival. Evenly matched is the festival, and this can only be called the harvest season." Wuming said, "Lataen mows the grass, and I harvest leeks."

In the sky, crops of leeks - crops of warriors were bounced off by gravity magic and fell near the Malika keystone next to the portal.

Wuming just ran over and handed the other party a dung beetle dew drop.

He also set up a barbecue stall here, selling all kinds of brave meat, invigorating spices, and even paid strengthening prayers.

Not satisfied with this, he called the mountain demon blacksmith over to help the warriors repair their equipment at any time.

Seeing the money bag inflated at the speed of light, Wuming was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, while Jie Lian's face became darker and darker.

(End of this chapter)