The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 89 Blood and Fire and Ice
The exquisite magic pyroxene can be used as the casting medium of the staff.

The top pyroxene is said to be the "Callia Blue" on the scepter of the Queen of the Full Moon, which is a symbol of royal power and a priceless treasure.

Ordinary pyroxene is also extremely expensive, generally in the hundreds of runes per gram.

And a meteorite can excavate at least [-] tons of pyroxene.

Not to mention magic wands and magic circles, even giant golems can be made.

I have to say that Wuming's blueprint for the future is very tempting, even Paqi has to swallow his saliva, wishing to go to Gailede with Wuming to treat Lataen.

But he calmed down after seeing the power of Ratan with his own eyes.

Dangerous work still has to be left to professionals.

Patch has his own mission.

The worm silk quickly made a finished product in Parker's hands - a clean white towel.

The worm silk provided by the swarm is a lot, and the internal supply has overflowed, and Patch needs to find a market to digest these worm silk.

Gaylord and Nimgf are in disarray right now, and Patch is going to take the finished piece and head to the Lake District.

Worm silk is delicate and tough, and it is a very high-grade material, which is very suitable for the exquisite and elegant Kalia royal family.

Paqi went this time, and also wanted to see if he could spy on the attitudes of the Queen of the Full Moon and the Princess of the Moon Lani towards Lataen by contacting the Kalia royal family.Get their support.

Otherwise, Wuming's behavior of treating Latan would always make him feel like a pain in the back.

I'm afraid that one day the Queen of the Full Moon will come out of her emotional pain and practice her son with their small shop.

Being able to keep the Kalia royal family independent during the golden tree's heyday, and let the full moon and the gold fight against each other, this is probably a more terrifying demigod than Rataen.

Wuming stayed in Ailey Church for a while, talked with Millison who was still staying in the church for a while, and told her the other half of the story of the sun.

Afterwards, Anonymous returned to Gailede by the portal to continue the plan to save Rataen.

After returning, Wuming discovered that there was another strong man in the Red Lion City, and it was the old man with two knives.

And Jie Lian was quite disgusted with the old man's mask.

"I understand you. The bald heads in my store are also very uncomfortable with the second bald head." Wuming showed an expression that I understand you, looking at Jie Lian's old man's mask.

"He is from the Blood Dynasty." Jie Lian said indifferently.

"Oh, that's no wonder." Wuming understood.

The blood king has contributed a lot to Lataen's current situation.And it's still relying on conspiracy. Warriors like the Red Lion who are proud of their bravery must not be used to it.

"Hey, the enemy can also be respected." Wuming enlightened Jie Lian, talking without back pain while standing.

Wuming does not have the moral cleanliness of the Red Lion. Although the Blood Dynasty has also found trouble for him, Wuming has never liked preconceived ideas, so he passed by with a piece of brave man's meat.

"Would you like booster items?" Wuming was hospitable, posing as a host.

"Pursuing foreign things, how can you hone your sword skills." The old man replied like this, rejecting the nameless enthusiasm.

"This person is not going to get better, he will definitely be hammered by Lataen." Wuming went back and said to Jie Lian.

But the nameless curse failed this time, and the old man's performance was quite impressive.

He swung his long knife, splitting the rain of arrows.

The old man walked around to Latan's side with an afterimage, and slashed at the lion's armor with his long knife.

A burst of sparks flew, and the old man's long knife got stuck on the armor.

Ratan stared at him with godless golden pupils, and slammed the giant sword heavily.

The old man grabbed the long knife with one hand, took out the wakizashi dagger with the other hand, resisted the giant sword along the cut surface, and pulled out the long knife with his strength to avoid Lataen's gravity magic.

"Whether you see it or not, you can't break the defense." Wuming added insult to injury, showing an ugly face to those who were unwilling to take care of his business.

But Jie Lian was always serious, holding a telescope to watch the battle on the other side of the dunes.

The old man rolled to distance himself, and found that he couldn't deploy Lataen's extra-thick armor. He laughed loudly, put on a posture, and swung his long knife frantically.

At first, the onlookers thought he was crazy, because the long knife could not reach Lataen, but he still swung the knife.

But soon the cursed blood extending from the long knife captured people's hearts.

The cursed blood was thrown out along the long blade, and was accelerated even more swiftly, separating Latan's armor in every possible way and invading the gap.

The illusory blade came to life, biting Ratan's body frantically, and large swathes of blood gushed out from Ratan's wound.

This was almost the most serious injury Lataen had suffered since the ceremony began, and the old man did it with only one person.

Just when people thought that the legend was finally coming to an end, and finally there was a strong man who could win the big rune of Lataen, or the real honor of the ceremony, the cursed blood thrown off by the old man cut the pony under Lataen's crotch.

The skinny horse let out a wailing cry, knelt down on the ground, and even Lataen was overturned, fell forward, and crawled on the ground.

His head was facing the old man's long knife.

And the old man had already raised the blood-red long knife and twisted his body to exert strength.

Through his keen combat experience, he has already noticed that the skinny horse under Ratan's crotch is his weakness.

The pony fell down, and the double swords in Ratan's hands were propped on the sand dune. The huge weight was deep in the sand, and Ratan couldn't even get up.

The old man's blade was ignited with flames and cursed blood, from top to bottom, in the direction of cutting against the cassock, bypassing Ratan's armor, and directly cutting Ratan's neck.

The blade pierced through the air and screamed, like a hideous mask of an old man let out a devil's cry.

But the sharp slash stopped.

The blood blade that cuts everything is stuck on Ratan's neck.

Ratan fell to the ground, staring at the skinny horse behind his crotch, his eyes were blood red.

His muscles suddenly hardened several times, and the blade got stuck in his neck, unable to penetrate any further.

The extremely aggressive spell blood was also stuck on his neck, unable to flow along his skin.

Only the flames flowed along the blade, burning Ratan's skin, giving off a scorched stench.

Through the thick blood flames, the old man could see that Rataen's eyes had regained their clarity for a moment under the burning of the flames.

Then the old man's body could no longer be controlled.

His entire body was floating in the air with the long knife, and he couldn't get out of this gravitational cage with his powerless slash.

Rataen got up, no longer riding the pony, but directly stepped on the sand with his severed limbs, swung the epee the size of a door, and slapped the old man.

Top-down slap.

The old man merged his two swords, withstood the heavy blow, and was shot directly into the sand dune.

The sand dunes collapsed layer by layer like an avalanche, creating a deep hole.

Before Lataen gave up, several black and purple magic bullets penetrated into the ground and pulled the old man out again.

This time, instead of using a single sword, he slapped both swords together, sandwiching the old man in the middle like a fly swatter.

Seeing that the old man was about to be patted into meat sauce, another thick giant sword was blocked between Ratan's two swords.

Relying on the wide sword body, he carried Lataen's two black iron swords and saved the old man's shelter.

The old man also immediately used the blade of the giant sword to force himself out of the gravity area where he could not control his body.

Blazer rolled over and landed beside the old man, relieving his trembling hands.

Even though most of the force went through the blade and Ratan himself, the aftershock bruised Blazer's arm.

Blaze's giant sword was filled with cold air, which froze Ratan's muscles, slowed his movements, blocked Ratan's sight, and interfered with his locking on the enemy.

"Retreat first." Blazer said, turning around and retreating.

The old man took a deep look at Ratan, but finally turned his head and followed Blazer away.

"Hmph." Seeing the result, Jie Lian snorted coldly and left in a flick of his sleeves.

Wuming looked at it and felt a little headache.

Ratan suffered an unprecedented injury this time, and he may need more time to heal.

Seeing this old man, Wuming always had a bad premonition—he might not be able to drag on.

(End of this chapter)