The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 86
The festival lasts from night to day.

The battle was not over until the stars were hidden under the light of the golden tree.

The warriors rushed forward one after another, in an endless stream.

Successfully cut several holes in Ratan's armor.

When the soldiers were tired, they went back to the unnamed booth to take a rest, and bought a piece of brave meat and a dung beetle dew drop to replenish their strength and courage.

But Ratan isn't fighting a war of attrition either.

When he is excited to fight, he will grab a fighter and gnaw him boldly.

Roger was a little embarrassed, tidying up the damaged clothes and setting up a stall for Wuming.

"Aren't you going to challenge?" Wuming asked.

Roger shook his head: "I feel like it's unnecessary for me to go, and I don't see any hope of winning."

As time went by, more and more people stayed by the nameless booth.

Many people give up.

Only when you really face the demigods can you realize that the honor of a warrior is not so easy to obtain.

The oppression of Ratan was far greater than any enemy they had ever seen before.

"Is this the strongest demigod..." Warrior Hu Alexander trembled all over, his voice trembling with fear and excitement.

This mighty warrior pot recognized by all warriors was blasted out of the battlefield from the sand dunes after only receiving one blow from Lataen.

His jug was cracked, a fragment fell from the back of his ass, and many pieces of flesh flowed out.

Wuming picked up those pieces of meat and didn't shy away from it. He grilled them on the grill and sprinkled them with spices, and sold them to Alexander.

Seeing Alexander's speechless look, Wuming suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, you can't eat meat, you can only eat soldiers' corpses."

Wuming came out from the crowd, patted his chest:

"Don't worry, I operate with integrity. If I say I will get you a corpse, I will definitely get it for you."

Wuming stepped into the portal.

Not long after, Wuming came back from the side of the river with a big arrow stuck in his buttocks.

He grabbed the corpse of a rotten knight with one hand, two more in his arms, and two more on his shoulders.There is also a rotten knight hanging from the big arrow on the buttocks.

With an arrow hanging from Wuming's buttocks, he ran to Alexander as if nothing had happened, and lost his body:
"Come on, eat, you're welcome, do you want me to add some cumin to you too much? This whole one is no better than a piece of meat, at least [-]."

Alexander didn't even haggle over the price, handed over the rune, lifted the lid of the jug, and stuffed corpses into it.

Alexander is curious:

"Why are they all rotten knights and red lion knights? I heard that the Wailing Sand Dune is an ancient battlefield."

"I don't know, maybe it was all eaten by Lataen." Wuming shrugged and pulled out the big purple spear behind his buttocks, making a crisp sound.

Hearing this noise, Jie Lian finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"You can't do this!" He pressed Wuming's shoulder, and the beard on the old man's mask was trembling with anger, "What does this look like now? It's a farce!"

"Lataen survived this night, isn't it very good." Wuming said, "They can't beat me?"

Just as he was speaking, Nefeli also flew over from the dune.

She persisted the longest, and every time she failed, she would recuperate from Wuming and continue to challenge.

Nefeli had trimmed nine times and challenged it nine times, and now she also had nine more bruises on her body.

Roger wrapped Nefeli with gauze and wiped the bruises, and Nefeli grinned in pain.

"So strong!" Nefeli grinned her teeth in pain, her eyes staring, "Is this the strongest demigod? It's so powerful, I will continue!"

Roger pushed Neferi down:
"Your hand is broken, save it. There is no one to challenge anymore."

Nefeli was dissatisfied: "It's just a broken bone, no one challenges me."

"Then no one will help you attract firepower." Roger said, "If you lose again, you will directly become the dish of Lataen. We, the faded people who are not favored, may have no chance to challenge again. .”

Although Nefeli refused to accept it, she thought that her adoptive father might want her to perform the task, so she had to give up and stop insisting.

The sky was once again filled with scarlet, and Rataen looked up to the sky and cried out in pain.

Although it was a painful cry, the soldiers on the other side of the Wailing Dune were obviously even more bleak.

At this time, the soldiers were basically lying on the side, waiting for unknown treatment and supplies, falling into a kind of death and silence like a defeated army.

In this festival, the only protagonist is Lataen.

People are just admiring that Lataen defeated the brave men who came to challenge in various ways and postures.

In this battle, under Wuming's continuous supply, [-]% of the people were lost, most of them were embroidered pillows who were dazed by fame and fortune and the big rune, and warriors who were greedy for the big rune.

The elevator fell again, and two people came over.

"The ceremony has already begun." The visitor said, "Why are there so many people here? It's already over, doesn't it look like it?"

The nameless voice sounded familiar, but when he turned around, he saw a tall, burly, furry werewolf.

"Blazer? What are you doing here?" Wuming said.

"I'm here for the festival," Blazer said.

Nameless breathed a sigh of relief:

"I thought they were here to steal business from me."

"I'm a soldier, okay?" Blazer rolled his eyes at Wuming.

"Then why did you come here?" Wuming said.

Blazer coughed:
"The real strong always comes at the finale."

The same burly armored man who came with Blazer laughed loudly and patted Blazer:

"He lost his way and was anxious looking at the stars in the sky, so I brought him here."

This man is extremely burly, and his armor may be thicker than that of Ratan. The huge arbor horns are covered with light golden iron armor, as if he is wearing a stone armor.

In addition to this heavy armor, he also carried a giant rock hammer that was no lighter than the armor.

Just from the visual effect, it gives people a strong and tough feeling.

Knowing nothing, he looked at Blazer playfully:
"What a nice guy."

The strong man wearing goat horns laughed:

"It's nothing, the border is not peaceful, and the faders need to help each other."

"Good idea!" Wuming immediately agreed with this person, "What's your name, brother?"

"My name is Telagos, 'Big Horn' Telagos." The man shook hands with Nameless.

"My name is Wuming." Wuming handed a piece of brave meat to Telagos from the grill, "The merchant who set up a stall here, I will give you a piece of meat when we meet for the first time."

Telagos did not refuse, took off his helmet boldly, and began to eat and drink.

"Give me a piece too." Blazer stretched out his hand, "I'm about to challenge the strongest demigod."

"Five thousand runes."

"So expensive?"

"Then don't eat it, it's the finale." Nameless mocked Blazer.

Blazer glared at him, and handed the rune over.

He gnawed on the piece of meat, took off the thick giant sword behind his back, and stepped into the portal.

Two minutes later, Blazer was filmed.

"Even Blazer..." Jie Lian was disappointed.

Jie Lian had been Kalia's guest general, he knew Blazer and others, he knew Blazer's strength, and he also knew what he was here for.

"We can only wait for the general to get weaker." Jie Lian announced.

The soldiers present were already exhausted, and they didn't show much dissatisfaction when they heard what Jie Lian said.

After all, they have all seen how strong the legendary strongest demigod is.

That destructive power made them feel that there was no shame in waiting.

More people admired in their hearts: "As expected of the strongest demigod."

The most regretful thing is that Jie Lian couldn't go down with one drum, and the ceremony was still far from what he expected.

Jie Lian was sighing secretly, and a cluster of gorgeous flower buds was handed to him.

Wuming is holding a bunch of bright red plants.

"What are you doing?" Jie Lian was puzzled.

"Sell you, [-] rune a flower." Wuming said.

Jeremy was furious.

More than half of the solemnity and excitement of this festival was interrupted by Wuming's strange booth and shouts, and now he actually managed all the business on his own head.

It's still so expensive!
Think I'm one of those brainless warriors?

Jielian waved his hand to scatter the flower bud in Wuming's hand:

"No, don't bother me, what are you selling?"

"Sacred blood tree buds." Wuming said, "I think you can use it to make rotten moss medicine. After all, Lataen can't be cured by prayer now."

Jie Lian froze, identifying those gorgeous flower buds scattered on the ground by him.

That is indeed the holy blood wood bud.

Very precious material, he has never seen clusters of sacred blood wood buds.

Jie Lian quickly picked it up and blew the sand on it.

Even if it doesn't bloom, there is a ray of sweetness floating around.

Wuming put his arms around Jie Lian and whispered behind his back to the warriors:

"Hurry up and make the rotten moss, I will use it to hold back Lataen."

Unexpectedly, he was still thinking about curing the general...

Seeing that Wuming hadn't forgotten the agreement, Jie Lian couldn't help but relieve a bit of his annoyance.

"Stop Lataen, so I can continue to do business." Nameless added.

(End of this chapter)