Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

In the cave along the coast, the demihumans fell to the ground, trembling and not daring to move.

The one who dared to resist was their leader, now hung on the wall.

Wuming yawned and looked at Burke:

Did you find your needle?

I found it, I found it, thank you master. Burke replied quickly, but his tone was less excited and more awe-inspiring.

Those demi-humans who bullied him, the violent demi-human leaders, Wuming eliminated them with just one move.

Burke didn't even see clearly how Wuming did it. He only felt a shock wave being released from his body, and the demihumans were all stuck against the wall.

Just get it. Wuming said, Burke, I have some questions for you. If you don't know, ask these people for me.

Wuming told Burke about the presence of many demi-humans in the wilderness.

Do you know where those demi-humans came from? Wuming asked.

Burke shook his head: There are many kinds of demi-humans, and they are widely distributed. There are demi-humans living in many caves. I can't judge.

Wuming recalled the injuries on Patch and the others, and then looked at the weapons of the demi-humans in the cave.

They are basically wooden sticks, with the occasional iron tool, but they are all rough and rusty.

He remembered that the injuries on Patch and others were caused by sharp objects.

Do all demi-humans use weapons like yours? Wuming asked, Do any of them use axes or swords?

Most demi-humans use these weapons. Burke said, We don't have the resources to make iron tools, so we can only pick up iron tools from the corpses of passers-by. The demi-humans who use axes and swords... should be servants in the city.

Wuming thought for a while, there was no subspecies in Stone City.

He asked: Where are there more of these demi-humans?

To the south, to Morn City on the Weeping Peninsula in the south, there are many demihuman servants there, Burke said.

After hearing what Parker said, Wuming stood up and prepared to leave.

Burke hesitated: Master, you said there are many demi-humans running into the wilderness and attacking pedestrians?

At least my people were attacked, Wuming said.

Demi-humans are a very weak race. Burke said, If they are really demi-humans from Morn City, they should not dare to run out, let alone attack people.

Unless? Wuming asked.

Unless they can't survive, or go crazy at night, Burke muttered.

Are you trying to excuse compatriots you have never met? Wuming asked.

Burke quickly shook his head: I don't dare. In fact, there are many kinds of demi-humans. We are just a different race from humans, but not all demi-humans are the same race. I just, just...

Don't worry, I'm not here to investigate, I'm here to verify things. Wuming said, Of course someone blocks my way to make money, but I will still clear the obstacles.

Wuming touched Burke's head:

You'd better not go with me. Go to Mengliu Cave with those immortals first. Although the people there are not friendly, they are very smart and don't dare to provoke you.

Burke said timidly:

Master, I'm with you.

It might be dangerous. Wuming glanced at him.

Burke grasped the sewing needle tightly:

I've got the shot, and I want to repay you. Mom said to be kind to kind people.

It's up to you. Wuming didn't insist, put Burke on his back, wiped the oil on the sword, and pointed the sword in the direction.

Target, Morn City.

Two hours later, Wuming put Burke down.

After another two hours, Wuming punched a wooden stick and asked Burke:

Can you carry me for a while?

Burke looked at Wuming's body, which was four or five times bigger than him, and the iron armor. He didn't refuse. He just held the sewing needle and began to pray to his mother.

Seeing that Burke was ready to die heroically, Wuming was too embarrassed to let Burke carry him, so he could only continue trekking.

After dispersing all the runes and food on their bodies, Wuming and Burke walked from the beach to the cliff, and then started heading south from the cliff.

Wuming set out on the road without any supplies and soon became tired.

You should leave some money for traveling expenses. Wuming began to miss his rune.

He looked at Burke:

You think I can earn some runes by performing monkey tricks on the street?

Burke was a little embarrassed: I can only sew clothes, so no one would like to see me.

Wuming sighed and touched Burke's head. The two continued to walk along the road, hoping that some kind-hearted person would give them a ride.

Hard work pays off, and Wuming really got a ride.

On the road, the giant monster had wooden stakes inserted into its chest and was pulling a huge coffin.

Under the urging of the knights and the shouts of the honor guard, the numb monster did not notice how heavy the coffin was.

In the darkness, Burke curled up his hands and did not dare to move.

After groping a little in the dark, he could find a handful of broken bones.

Burke also didn't expect that Wuming would take the coffin as a ride.

Now he only dared to hold on to the hard iron block under his feet, which was the armor on Wuming's body.

Wuming was lying among a pile of corpses as if he were home, humming comfortably:

Other services at the junction are quite backward, but there are buses, which is really good.

Burke corrected shakily: This is a hearse.

It's all the same. Wuming said nonchalantly.

Are we disrespecting the dead by doing this?

He's dead. It's not much happier than those immortals who can't die. Do you think I respect those immortals? Wuming said.

Burke stopped talking and stayed on the nameless armor.

What's strange is that in the dark and cold coffin, surrounded by ashes, Burke felt warm and moist while staying on the nameless armor.

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Found it. Roger clenched his fists excitedly.

In the Round Table Hall, in Sir Bai Zhi's study, Roger was flipping through a heraldry collection.

It contains the heraldry and connotation of various forces and beliefs.

Sir Bai Zhi was looking at a map of a border area. Hearing Roger's voice, he looked over:

found it?

The spiritual fire of the dead bird. Roger said, Miss Feia said that she felt warmth and death in Wuming's body. These concepts are very similar to the dead bird.

Sir Bai Zhi shook his head:

Young man, you are wrong, spiritual fire is not warm.

Sir Baizhi knocked the scepter on the ground, and a cold, dark flame burst out from the fingers and pillars at the top of Baizhi's scepter.

The cold breath passed through the study, making Roger's hair stand on end.

It's just death and fire... Baozhi pondered.

Do you have an idea? Roger asked.

Bai Zhi said: Although the nature of the spirit fire is cold, this is indeed a clue. In fact, there is a legion of fallen eagles about the spirit fire, and they are also somewhat related to the death birds. You may be able to get more clues from it.

Fallen Eagle Legion... Roger was a little confused.

He had never heard of the name.

Those are names that have been lost. They were forgotten in the eternal city of Nokron, and Nokron was buried underground. If you want to investigate, you have to find a way to find Nokron. Bai Zhi said.

Roger bowed:

Thank you for your advice.

After Roger left, Baozhi immediately summoned one of his subordinates and whispered:

Go and check with God Skin to see if they have taught the Black Flame to others.