Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Millicent's path has been a bit difficult.

Having lost her arm, she could only rely on the flames left by her teacher to deal with enemies along the way.

The lake area of ​​Lienia occupies most of the area, and the humid atmosphere and ubiquitous water are weakening her combat effectiveness in disguise.

Facing the kind of lobster that can spit water cannons, Millicent has no choice.

Her small fireball will be directly pierced by the sharp blade of the flowing water, and the water gun will continue to pierce her body.

If she hadn't been physically strong, Millicent might have been torn apart by the force of the impact.

Millicent had no choice but to take a detour and go north along the edge of the lake, avoiding the various monsters entrenched in the lake area.

Millicent healed her injuries and asked about ways to leave the lake area and head to the Yatan Plateau along the way.

But with the closure of the college, there were very few people in the lake area, and the information she could find out came more from Nimgefu in the rear.

For example, she heard that a queen rose from the foggy forest and was preparing to unify Nimgefu under the banner of righteousness.

In addition to rushing, she also spent a lot of time studying the notes left by her teacher.

The notes contain healing methods that can heal her wounds.

Millicent found that these treatments worked particularly well for her, seemingly because she had a strong ability to recover.

Millicent speculates that this is a powerful vitality developed while fighting corruption.

She thought about the Red Lion City again and the commotion she had caused.

Using strong vitality as nourishment, large scarlet flowers burst into increasingly bright colors.

Thinking of the teacher's speculation and the scarlet corruption still dormant in her body, eager to break through the seal of water and fire, Millicent couldn't help but feel worried in her heart.

She rested for a moment and continued north.

Along the way, the originally clear water became turbid, smelly, and full of toxins.

If the previous lake area was inaccessible, this place is completely deserted. Millicent could see no one willing to wade into the murky waters here.

Millicent frowned, reminding her of the Ionian swamps and the filthy mire.

Above here is a rock wall, blocking the starlight over the lake area and the blessing light of the golden tree.

Stopping brings corruption, and the lake water here seems to have not flowed out, turning it into a place that breeds various poisons and hides dirt and evil.

I didn't expect that the beautiful lake area could have such a dirty corner... Millicent observed the direction of the mud.

Millicent was in good health and the leather boots under her feet were well-sealed, so she didn't pay too much attention and continued on her way.

She deliberately walked in the poisonous pool, and the vague curiosity and responsibility in her heart made her want to understand the cause of the poisonous pool.

As she walked, Millicent felt something wasn't right.

The poisonous pool no longer only contains green algae and stench, but also has some red bloody smell, as well as some rotten flesh.

She knew the smell.

Millicent walked quickly and discovered the source of the smell.

There is actually a village in this seemingly deserted Poison Pond.

A trail rises from the Poison Pond, and all the way up, you can see a small village located at the height of the Poison Pond, built on the cliff.

And there are quite a lot of people in this village.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, many human figures are projected on the cliff, shadowy and shadowy, with teeth and claws showing.

Fires were burning in the village, and many soldiers were lifting some frail old men up, beating and drinking something.

Many old people were beaten and driven to one place, and firewood was piled beside them.

The old man's legs were broken and he could only crawl. He was beaten by the soldiers all the way, wailing and crying.

Those warriors wearing armor all have the symbol of an eye.

Millicent frowned and stepped forward:

What are you doing?

She did not take action immediately, and was prepared to ask clearly about the situation in order to prevent a good person from being wrongly accused.

But what Millicent didn't expect was that she was attacked just by asking the soldiers to notice her.

The soldiers didn't say anything, they just came over with their swords.

They were still calling for their companions, preparing to circle behind Millicent to prevent her from escaping.

Shut up... Millicent's voice turned cold.

No more testing to see which side is the good guy.

She didn't think anyone would be a good person who would choose to silence witnesses.

Millicent's palm emitted a ball of fire, forming a fan shape to block the oncoming warriors.

She jumped back lightly, squatted on the ground, dodged the arrows that broke through the flames, and put her hands on the ground.

Several fire snakes ran along the ground, setting several soldiers on fire.

Amidst the screams of the enemy, Millicent had already stepped forward. He grabbed the wrist that was holding the knife and slashed at her with one hand, smashed the enemy's head with a knee, and then pulled up the enemy's body to block the slashes of other enemies.

The strength and agility that Millicent's emaciated body erupted was unexpected by all the warriors. It was like a flock of sheep being invaded by a tiger, and they were killed until they were knocked off their feet.

Millicent fought her way up the sloping path, dodging all the arrows.

The soldier who was standing next to the firewood pile and was about to light a fire saw Millicent coming to kill him. He quickly dropped the torch and drew his sword.

The oil-stained torch is thrown onto the pile of firewood, and the power of the flame is released from the firewood.

Millicent saw that the old men with broken legs were about to be burned to death, so she quickly stepped forward.

She dodged the chop and crouched beside the firewood pile, reaching into the fire.

The originally burning flame became obedient and closed into Millicent's palm.

A crossbow arrow shot out of the air and got into the back of Millicent, who was concentrating on putting out the fire.

Millicent groaned, turned around and threw out the flame in her hand. The large flames formed a wall of fire and burned a large number of people wearing eye badge tube-shaped coats to death.

Through the flames, the crossbowman who shot Millicent swallowed.

That's a crossbow, not a bow and arrow. The strength of the arrow is fixed, and it won't lose its power suddenly if it loses strength.

Under normal circumstances, the crossbow arrow should penetrate the enemy's body, nail it to the opposite rock wall, and cause fatal wounds on the person's body.

But the invincible crossbow arrow nailed Millicent's back. Judging from the length, not even the entire arrowhead was immersed.

Is this the physical strength of a human being? What kind of monster. The crossbowman screamed and quickly cocked the crossbow.

The fireball illuminated his vision, and the scorching flames burned the bow string and slapped the back of his hand. The crossbowman let go of his hand with a cry of pain, and was then engulfed in flames.

As Millicent made more noise, more and more warriors gathered towards her.

Although Millicent was very skilled, she was still occasionally injured by random swords and arrows, and her physical strength gradually declined.

When she finally killed everyone around her, she gasped:

One hand is still...

A shadow enveloped Millicent, the pressure of wind was approaching, and her scalp felt numb.

Millicent quickly ducked away, then heard screams and roars.

It was the sound of the air being torn apart.

A man wearing an ugly horned mask stood before Millicent.

On the mask is an old man with a smile on his face, and his smile is a little lewd.

The masked man is tall, wearing a heavy apron, and has several bags of spices on his waist. He looks like a chef.

The tall masked man is holding two large hatchets with intertwined canine teeth and curved hard horns.

It is in weapons of this construction that the air wails.

Who are you? the masked man said.

People who can't stand your atrocities. Millicent condensed a fireball in her palm.

Hahaha, how can we do any atrocities? the masked man said, you are the one who is killing us.

Millicent was in disbelief when she heard this, her face full of disgust and hatred.

Oh, I see, you think we are killing others, right? the masked man said, Then you are wrong, these are not people, they are mistakes. Born from mistakes, they live an ugly and sinful life.

The masked man looked up to the sky and laughed:

“Mistakes should be eliminated!”

The madman's laughter was torn apart by the flames.

An extremely huge fireball engulfed the masked man.

Millicent never stopped accumulating power in her hands from the beginning of the conversation, and took action immediately after the masked man turned his sight to the sky.

She doesn't want to wrong good people outside of battle, and she doesn't waste time chatting during battle.

But the flames were broken. The masked man jumped out of the flames and slashed down with two large hatchets, tearing up the air and hitting Millicent.

Millicent quickly dodged, but the masked man disappeared and kept jumping and slashing, forcing her to roll on the ground several times before she was able to escape the attack range of the hatchet.

Millicent stood up and spat out the red hair stained at the corner of her mouth, somewhat unbelievably:

How can it be……

The fireball just now condensed his most powerful flame, but there was no injury on the enemy's body, and there was not even a trace of blackness on his clothes.

Millicent fought with the masked man. The masked man moved wildly and attacked wildly, but there were many flaws. Millicent found several gaps easily, and flames burst out from his palms to burn the masked man.

But the flames are still powerless. When the flames dissipate, the masked man is always unscathed.

Millicent had no choice but to pick up a sword from the corpse and prepare to try close combat.

Although the flames are gorgeous and powerful and can block the enemy's sight, they can also block your own sight.

The moment the flames exploded, Millicent couldn't see clearly what happened to the masked man.

As soon as Millicent picked up the sword, a vicious dog rushed towards Millicent, and its protruding fangs carved a scar on the back of her hand.

Three thin dogs surrounded Millicent, forming a situation surrounding the masked man.

The agile dogs circled Millicent, trying to tear flesh from her body.

Millicent threw the sword in her hand, but missed, and was dodged by the dog.

Millicent was a little helpless.

I don't use my left hand very often, and I don't have much accuracy when throwing swords.

If she had two hands, she could kill the vicious dog with long-range flames in one hand, and test the masked man with a sword in the other.

Millicent's fight became even more difficult, and she struggled to get hit by the heavy hatchet before she could completely defeat those nimble dogs.

With blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, Millicent grabbed a sword again.

Your body has been severely injured, do you still want to persist? The masked man held a bloody hatchet.

It won't be a problem to kill you alone. Millicent held the sword in her backhand and charged forward.

She dodged the hatchet, and a few broken hair blocked the masked man's sight, staggered around and stabbed in the back.

Some kind of force resisted the tip of the sword, and a faint, fragmented light spread out.

Millicent used her feet to move away from the masked man, dodging the hatchet slashing backwards.

It turned out to be a protective shield... Millicent said.

Now she finally found the reason why the masked man ignored the flames.

She raised her head and looked upward.

The village built along the cliff has a platform higher up.

On a tree on the platform overhead, someone was hiding in the canopy, spreading fine dust downwards.

The masked man opened and closed widely, raising dust, which mixed with the dust and was indistinguishable under the flames.

The dust scattered on the masked man, forming a spherical shield around him.

The shield is fragile and will break when attacked, but this property also absorbs all impacts and damage.

The man hiding in the tree looked at Millicent, realized he was exposed, and chuckled:

It's a pity that you are never alone.

Millicent threw a fireball at the tree, causing the tree crown to burn, but the man jumped down unscathed, and tiny rays of light scattered around him.

The man was dressed somewhat like the masked man, wearing a heavy apron embroidered with snakes surrounding a tree trunk.

A hat and scarf covered his face, leaving only his nose and eyes exposed. The cloak seemed to be torn off a wolf's fur and put on it, with blood red inside.

He held several vials between his fingertips and a cloth bag around his waist.

Perfumer... Millicent recognized the man's identity and looked at the snake-shaped embroidery on the man's apron, Fallen Perfumer.

You have some knowledge. The man smiled.

I recognize the bottle, said Millicent. My teacher has one too.

Oh? Your teacher is also a perfumer?

He uses it for cooking.

Millicent couldn't help but recall the painful experience, those days when she was fed scarlet soup.

Perhaps because she was too exhausted from the continuous battles, Millicent's stomach actually growled shamefully.

Millicent felt ashamed to think that Crimson Soup was hungry.

Hearing Millicent's answer and her stomach growling, the perfumer snorted coldly:

It seems that this young lady is quite comfortable - why don't you take the hatchet and cook her some food?

The second half of the sentence was meant for the masked man to listen to, and the masked man was a little angry after hearing it:

She's as nimble as a monkey. I want to chop her up and cook her too.

If you can't cook it, let's grill it. The perfumer said from a high place.

He wiped it on his waist, and several small medicine bottles were thrown out.

The vials collided with each other, violently flying in the air, spraying out poisonous gas.

At the same time, the masked man swung his hatchet, and the two hatchets crossed and cut towards Millicent, blocking the retreat with unprecedented power.

Millicent had just been hit by the hatchet, and knowing that she could no longer resist, she held her breath and retreated into the poisonous mist.

Millicent had just retreated into the poisonous mist, and her sight was blocked by the thick poisonous mist. The perfumer took out another tube of spices and sprinkled the crystal powder inside.

The powder burns immediately when it comes into contact with air.

When the poisonous mist came into contact with the flames, it exploded into billowing fire, surrounding Millicent.

How about it? My barbecue? the perfumer laughed.

The figure swept out of the flames and flashed directly to the upper platform.

The swords and lights intertwined, and the perfumer's hand holding the spices broke off and fell into the flames below.

When the severed hand fell from the flames to the ground, it was already smelling of meat.

Not bad, but it's far worse than the teacher's barbecue. Millicent answered him while standing next to the perfumer, holding the sword in her backhand.

The perfumer didn't scream, and his throat was cut.

You're too slow. If you lose one, you won't have time to throw another. Millicent said, sweat dripping from the tip of her nose.

If you keep throwing away the spice that can be turned into a protective shield, it will be difficult for me to deal with it. It's a pity that you used poison and fire. Millicent smiled, The things I am least afraid of are poison and fire.

Trash... The masked man holding two hatchets saw the perfumer overturning his car, secretly thinking something was wrong and preparing to run away.

Millicent, who was condescending, threw out her sword and bombarded with fireballs, drowning the masked man.

When the flames dissipated, the mask rolled down the slope and the charred corpse lay there.

Millicent's leather boots stepped on the head of the perfumer who was still alive, and kicked him off the cliff, where he came into close contact with the flames that had not yet been extinguished on the charred corpse.

Looking coldly at the perfumer below, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker while tumbling, Millicent said softly:

Have you fully experienced it? What is real barbecue?