Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The warrior wearing strange armor was thrown off the city wall by Wuming, fell to the bottom of the city wall, bounced twice, and finally collapsed in the dirt.

After some hunting by the warriors, some of the dead outside were left. When they saw the warriors, they immediately rushed towards the unconscious warriors again like a hungry dog ​​that had been fed cat meat buns.

Du Juan, who maintained his fighting habits in life, threw a few more cuckoo pyroxenes. The powerful pyroxene explosives supported by Du Juan's imitation magic would become unstable when thrown to the ground, and a magic ball would erupt.

The magic ball sprang out like a poisonous snake, ready to grab the warrior and inject it with poison.

Several magic swords were shot out, hitting the magic ball accurately and detonating it in mid-air.

The shock wave raised smoke and dust, blocking the non-existent sight of the dead.

Another warrior jumped down from the city wall, holding a gorgeous and slender stabbing sword. There were several emerald green gem pendants dangling under the pointed heretic magician hat.

Several magic swords appeared behind the warrior again, attacking the nearby Deathborn before the warrior landed, crushing the Deathborn into pieces.

But the power of the magical sword is not as magical as that of the warrior in strange armor - it has the power to put the dead to sleep - the skeleton trembles and struggles, trying to rise again.

The swordsman took the opportunity to pick up the strangely armored warrior, pushed it to the city gate, and shouted to open the door.

It's endless. Wuming stood on the wall and looked at the swordsman, Roger? Why are you here too? Why are you everywhere?

The magic swordsman in green held his sword against his hat, raised his head and smiled at Wuming:

Have you forgotten? I'm looking for death. There are dead ones here, so of course I'm here.

Roger held the strange warrior in his arms and shook his head suddenly to avoid the cuckoo pyroxene magic ball thrown by the dead man Du Juan.

Mr. Anonymous, can you open the city gate first? Roger shouted, We will discuss it in detail later.

Finding that he couldn't be lazy, Wuming sighed:

Forget it, you still need to clear the way for my caravan, so I'll take action...

Wuming stood on the city wall, raised one hand high, looked down at all living beings, and then slashed his arm down——

Give them all to me.

The Kaidan mercenary next to the convoy stared with big eyes:

Boss, are you talking to us?

Otherwise? Wuming stared back at them, I pay you to be bodyguards, and I do everything. How else do you get paid?

Aren't we looking at cars... A Kaidan mercenary wanted to shirk.

Don't worry, there are still Gale and mountain monsters here. Wuming gestured for the mercenaries to slide forward, Hurry up and stride forward. When the stones of this city gate are cleared, you haven't cleared the road yet. Okay, I will open the way myself, including you.

The Kaidan mercenaries had no choice but to climb the wall, slide down the rope ladder, and crush the dead.

The soldiers from Stone City were driven down by Wuming to clear the boulders and door rails blocking the gate.

When the gate opened, Kaidan's mercenaries also completely defeated the Cuckoo Death.

They gathered together the resurrected dead and beat them repeatedly, like peasant women washing clothes and drying them by the river.

While beating, collect the weapons and missiles from the dead to reduce their harm.

The gate of Stone City opened, and the golden chariot came out crookedly.

Are you ready to set off like this? Roger looked at the crooked golden chariot and smiled.

Of course not. Wuming looked fiercely at the strange armored warrior in Roger's arms, He didn't regret it even if he fell to death. Not only did he break my wheels, he also broke many of my belongings.

The more he said Wuming, the angrier he became, and he walked towards Roger:

Give him to me, I have to get justice.

Roger took a step back while holding the unconscious soldier in his arms, and said in a playful tone:

How to ask for it?

I think his armor is quite valuable and flashy, and it makes me feel disgusted when I look at it. It reminds me of a shiny guy. I have to take it off for him.

Is this compensating you for the wheel? Roger asked.

The compensation is my decoration. Wuming said, Since this man has dismantled my wheel, I have to use him as my wheel. I have to turn him into a dead body and let him be used as an ox or a horse for me. Pull the wheel.”

Let this guy become a Deathborn? Roger laughed after hearing this. This punishment is too harsh. I'm afraid he will commit suicide on the spot.

You want to protect him? Wuming saw that Roger still had no intention of letting go, and his hand touched the long sword at his waist.

Roger smiled apologetically and did not answer, but his eyes were firm, which meant he would not let go.

Wuming put down the hand that touched the hilt of the sword: Know?

Friends, Roger added, old friends from the past.

Okay, considering our friendship...but you can't escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the living penalty. Wuming gave up the plan of turning Roger's friend into a dead person, Do you mind if I take off his clothes? ?”

Well... Roger hesitated and said with a wry smile, I'm afraid he won't be happy.

Nonsense, of course he won't be happy, Wuming said, But why doesn't he want to think about whether I would be happy if my wheels were removed?

Without saying a word, Wuming pulled the armored warrior away from Roger and began to peel off the armor.

Roger didn't stop him this time, he just stood aside and said helplessly and profoundly:

He's a poor man.

Aren't I pitiful as a businessman? Wuming said while eating, I was eating melons and watching the excitement, and suddenly the wheels were removed.

Under the helmet was a pale face. With his pale hair, pale face, and narrow eyes, he does have some of the charm of the helmet.

Wuming was about to untie the man's breastplate and undress him, but suddenly his hand stopped.

He stretched out his hand, felt the man's breath, and touched the man's neck.

In the end, his hands were even covered with red light, covering the man's face for a while.

Dead? Wuming was surprised, Is this already dead?

Wuming was confused: Did I fall to death? Or was it just hit by a magic ball?

He's not dead, Roger said. His soul just went somewhere else.

Little Luo, I know you can't accept the death of your friend, so I changed it to a nice way. But whether it's going to heaven or your soul going somewhere else, this is death. You have to be sad and accept it. Wuming consoled He looked at Roger as if the soldier's death had nothing to do with him.

By the way, you're not looking for death, here's death, fresh. Wuming entrusted the body to Roger.

Roger smiled and shook his head: To ordinary people, the soul leaving the body does mean death. But he is different. His soul has gone to his brother.

Going to his brother? Wuming couldn't understand this statement and hesitated, His brother...is a soul-sucker?

What a mess. Roger said, His physique is very special. He also has a twin brother who shares the same soul with him. When he loses consciousness, his brother will wake up, and when his brother falls asleep , he will regain consciousness.

Roger raised his two fingers: Two bodies, two consciousnesses, but only one soul.

Is there anyone like this? Wuming poked the pale warrior's face and pinched his nostrils, observing the warrior's reaction.

No, no, no, no. Roger quickly interrupted Wuming, His body is not invincible during the coma. If it breaks down, he will really die.

You do care about him. Wuming let go of his hand and observed the pale man with interest, His state is obviously death, but he is not dead.

That's right, just like the Deathborn. Roger stared at the pale face with his eyes closed, The first time I searched for Death, I wanted to find the cause of his physical condition.

Is this why you say he is pitiful? Wuming asked, Because he is contaminated with this curse?

He used to regard it as a curse. Roger squatted down. After all, this kind of physique is very inconvenient, both for him and his brother.

Ever? Wuming asked.

“The Golden Law gave him confidence and legitimacy,” Roger said. “Although the Golden Law excluded many dissidents and regarded many phenomena as heresy and excluded them from the legal system, it did not exclude him from being like this. physique.

Then he's in such a miserable condition, why are you using me as a wheel? Wuming was indignant, Didn't he give the dead man relief - make the dead man lose his job? You know that this dead man is using me as a wheel? How happy you are!

Roger remained calm: There is no way, the Golden Law does not recognize life born from death. He is a supporter of the Golden Law.

How could the Golden Law reject such a useful labor force? Wuming said, I think the Deadborn are very good and have great potential. In my experience, this kind of half-dead thing always has the last laugh.

It's useless for you to tell me this. You have to tell him, but I advise you not to say this to him. It's not good for him. Roger said.

Afraid that his mentality is unbalanced? Wuming asked.

I'm afraid he'll fight you, but he can't beat you - so it's not good for him. Roger stood up and threw a few runes to Wuming, Please help me take care of him, at least don't leave him in the dark. Be with the Dead Man. When he wakes up, he won't bother you.

Wuming took the rune and found that the eye mark on it was quite clear, and immediately smiled:

So generous? Why don't you take care of him yourself?

Rogel said: You know why I know that talking about the Deadites to him will lead to a fight with him?

Wuming suddenly said: So you said you were friends before. You parted ways because of this kind of thing? Just because of this?

This is faith. Roger sighed with emotion, Maybe it is normal for friends to part ways, just like death is the destination of life.

Then no wonder our friendship can last forever. Wuming said, If you regard him as a friend, you should help him get rid of this prejudice, even if you turn him into a dead man and hack him to death with a big sword. ah.

This is faith. Roger just shook his head, repeated this sentence again, left the pale man without looking back, and turned towards the direction of the group of dead people.

Roger studied the dead ones and muttered:

It's strange. There are no ships and no dead roots. Why are there so many dead ones near Stone City...

There are too many people dying, and death is condensed, so it is easy for people to die. Wuming said.

Roger shook his head: No, dead birthers are not a normal phenomenon. I am still investigating the reason why they cannot sleep peacefully.

What's there to investigate? I just don't want to die yet. Wuming said.

Roger was speechless: I don't want to die either. If you kill me now, I won't become a dead person.

That means you don't want to die that much, at least not now. Wuming said, You have never experienced death, you are too elegant and calm. Survival is never an elegant and calm thing.

Roger was stunned, thinking about the deep meaning in the nameless language.

Wuming yelled at the Kaidan mercenary:

“Come back quickly, I’ll wait for you to escort the carriage, and I’ll deduct your bonus if I’m too lazy!”

How can we get bonuses? Kaidan mercenary felt aggrieved.

Isn't it because you have finished deducting this year's deductions? Can you learn to be more diligent like the hybrid? If you are lazy again, you will be deducted until next year. Wuming looked fierce.

There is no end to the dead. Kaidan mercenaries complained bitterly, There are always resurrections.

What's the use of you? Wuming walked back to Shidong City with hatred of steel, and took out a huge tree cut from an old tree.

It was originally a device used to stop enemies.

The giant tree is covered with a bright layer of sacred light.

Wuming crossed the giant tree and swept past.

When the Kaidan mercenaries and Roger saw this, they all hugged their heads and fell to the ground. The strong wind roared past everyone's ears, causing their scalps to feel numb.

However, the dead people piled together could not dodge, and were swept away by this stick, all of which flew away.

Roger noticed that the bones swept by the giant tree covered with light did not move any more.

Does this guy still have Golden Law fundamentalism? Roger muttered.

There are still a few skeletons that have not been hit, and are still struggling to be reassembled and resurrected.

Wuming did not kill them again, but picked up the bones and ran to the wheels to tinker with them.

After a while, Wuming clapped his hands and stood up, and the car body had returned to stability.

There were also extra bones that were not used, and the joints that made up the key parts of the unknown general were scattered and inserted into the golden chariot for new decoration.

Wuming specially decorated the square top of the hearse with a circle of hand and leg bones, inserted directly into the edge of the coffin, facing the sky, like a flower of bones blooming in bloom, or like white maggots constantly wriggling on the bones.

Wuming threw the unconscious soldier onto the roof of the hearse, surrounded by squirming bones, and then ignored him.

By the way, what is this man's name? Wuming asked.

D, you can call him D. Roger said.

Weird name.

Of course not his real name. Roger said, He is a cautious person and a deformed person. He doesn't want people to know his name or know his past. Names should only be given to trusted people, right? .”

When Roger said this, he looked at Wuming meaningfully.

Wuming completely ignored Roger's intention and just asked him: Then do you know his name?

Of course I know. Roger smiled, We were old friends.

Wuming stared at Roger's slightly bitter smile:

Want to give you a lift?

I said, I'm not suitable to be around him. Roger said.

His opinion doesn't matter. Wuming chuckled, If you don't keep all the things he hates by his side and torture him severely, he won't understand that he can't just touch other people's things. I have to let him He understands that if you tear apart other people's things casually, you will be beaten up by various people - this is my experience.

That's fine. Roger laughed and walked towards the carriage.

Wuming is also his key investigation target, and there is no need for him to give up the opportunity to get close to Wuming.

Wuming stretched out his hand to Roger, ready to pull him into the carriage, but Roger hesitated:

Are you going to wait for me to get on the bus and then charge me for the ride?

We've known each other for a long time, how could I be so stingy? Wuming said loudly, You are my customer, am I someone who will squeeze customers into making a one-time deal? Come on, come on.

Wuming pulled Roger into the car, turned to the mountain demon and said:

Try harder. You are a grown man, so much strength depends on you.

The source of part of the text randomly dropped is revealed: Blight is a setting in the early publicity of the official launch of the Ring of Law. Judging from the description, the effect makes people lose their minds and kill each other. However, it seems that it does not appear in the main text. It cannot be ruled out that it is the blood curse effect of the Blood King; the sea monster in the ocean of the Weeping Peninsula that can smash the ship is mainly from the online beta map.