Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The tragic situation in Morn City was directly witnessed by the three of them. It was far more bloody and terrifying than what Haida described.

Flames burned everywhere that could be ignited, the city walls collapsed, and countless corpses piled up into mountains, directly over the defenses set up by humans, becoming ladders made of corpses.

Humans were impaled on wooden stakes and burned before they died. The demi-humans cheered around the bonfire, and the even crazier ones bit the charred bodies regardless of the burning of the flames.

There were corpses of soldiers everywhere, and almost every corpse had several demi-humans hacking at the corpses of the soldiers like venting their anger, breaking them into pieces.

Even the faded ones who had been surrounded by killing couldn't help but be moved. Nok's face turned pale and Magri was furious.

Magri said: Fortunately, Miss Haida can't see...

Magri rushed forward and impaled a demi-human who was immersed in madness. He immediately attracted the attention of the demihumans, and swarms of demihumans rushed towards him.

Nok drew his bow to cover Magri, shooting through all the demihumans who tried to sneak attack him.

But there were too many demi-humans, and both of them were quickly surrounded.

Help! Nok shouted to Wuming.

Wuming then stepped forward, held down the neck of a small Asian man, and threw him to the ground.

Can you speak human language? Wuming asked the little Asian, or can you understand human language?

The wings on the demihuman's waist flapped at Wuming, and he waved the hatchet in his hand, trying to kill Wuming.

I can't listen to what I'm saying. Wuming muttered.

He twisted all the demi-humans' limbs and threw them aside, looking at the large number of demi-humans who were also coming towards him.

Wuming knew that it was difficult to contain people when they went crazy. Even if these demi-humans could communicate, it would not be possible now.

If they don't dispel their anger, they will have to wait until one party dies before it ends.

We're going to spend money again. Wuming said.

He took out several pots from the package and shouted to Magri and the others:

Get them together.

Magri and Nok immediately retreated and gathered towards Wuming.

Dozens of demihumans looked like crazy, and their violent roars formed waves and stirred up a storm.

Wuming saw the opportunity and threw out a few pots, which bloomed everywhere among the demi-humans.

Lilac smoke filled the air, and the crazy sounds weakened as the smoke filled the air. Soon all the demi-humans fell together and fell into the same sweet sleep in the sweet air.

Seeing a good opportunity, Magri raised his gun and prepared to string them together, but Wuming stopped him.

Hey, hey, what? Wuming blocked Magli's big spear, We finally managed to get them to stop. Why did you wake me up?

Don't you take this opportunity to kill them? Magri asked.

If you want to kill them all, how much will it cost me? Wuming pointed at the corpses scattered all over the place, Do you remember how we got here?

You don't want to kill them? Nok looked at the human corpses everywhere, What are you trying to do?

Of course we need to ask for the reason. Wuming squatted down, picked up a demi-human, and tied it to the rope, Come here and help.

The three men disarmed the demi-human and tied him up with ropes.

Wuming woke up the demi-human. The demi-human's madness that had just woken up from his slumber was somewhat weakened. Coupled with being tied up, fear and cowardice began to take over.

Can you understand what I'm saying? Wuming asked.

The hybrid demihuman nodded.

Why the riot, what happened?

The nameless question seemed to awaken the demihumans' madness once again, and they roared:

Mother, our mother...it's not enough for them to abuse us, they also want to take away our mother!

The demi-humans were unable to communicate again for a moment, and Wuming thought despite their spittle.

In demihuman culture, it seems that the survival of the mother, or the leader, is very important.

Burke always spoke of his mother. In the underwater cave before, he also killed the leader of the demi-humans, and the other demi-humans surrendered together.

The mother of a demi-human is very important. It can be said to be the origin of a race. Nok said, For them, the death of their mother is the same as the crisis of genocide.

Wuming looked at the miserable Morn City:

This place is really miserable. It has experienced three genocides. What will be born from so many innocent souls?

In the death warlock's theory, what will happen in the place where death condenses? Nok asked.

Maybe nothing will happen. Wuming said, I chatted with a businessman before, and he said that a lot of caravans were killed, and I didn't hear anything came out.

Magri asked: What to do now? Let them go?

The demihumans were still roaring and struggling, the rope embedded in their flesh, and blood dripping along the rope.

If you let them go, do you think they will give up attacking others? Wuming asked.

Probably not, Magri said.

Then what else should I put? Wuming waved his hand, Just tie it up.

He continued to go deeper, and there were almost no living people in the city, not even a few living demi-humans. Flames bloomed in a certain corner of the city, and blood merged into a river, dyeing the seawater below red.

Is this the current situation in the border area... Magri murmured, No wonder the Faded Ones will be guided.

Wuming finally found the city lord in the cemetery behind the city.

The city lord was dead, lying next to a muscular hybrid demihuman.

The hybrid demihuman had a spear stuck in his belly, and half of the city lord's body was chopped off, with a large sword stuck in the deepest part of the wound.

It saves you the trouble of looking for a cemetery. Wuming said.

Miss Haida has lost her father forever. Magri said in a sad tone.

Wuming walked around the cemetery and stopped in front of a tombstone, staring at the inscription on the tombstone.

What's wrong? Magri.

Do rich people build and carve their own tombs in advance? Wuming asked.

Nobles and emperors like to do this. Nok said, After all, their power can only last during their lifetime.

Wuming pointed to the tombstone and said, It seems that not only is there no need to search for the cemetery, but there is no need to dig a hole.

An empty tomb that has been repaired is placed there, and the words have been engraved on the tombstone:

Edgar

Lord of Morn City.

This is exactly the name of the city lord that Haida mentioned.

Below the name, there are medals and honors engraved in small characters, as well as the names of his wife and daughter.

Wuming whispered the names of Edgar's relatives:

Father Gust, wife Eliza, daughter...Irena.

Magri and Nok carried the body of the city lord and did not hear the inscription read by Wu Ming.

Magri said: Why doesn't this city lord escape?

There may be some reason to stay here. Nok guessed.

The answer is over there. The ring finger pointed to the center of the cemetery.

In the center of the cemetery sits a huge tombstone, which is the tomb of the first revenge king.

The cemetery behind the mausoleum has been dug up, and a gorgeous and exaggerated giant sword and gold and silver jewelry were thrown aside and covered with soil.

The giant sword seemed to be made of countless swords. It was more like a door panel than a sword.

This majestic body, weight, and strange appearance clearly tell the Faded One that this is the legendary weapon of the Vengeful King.

Legendary weapon... Magri held his breath.

Magri is a descendant of the warrior who once served Godfrey, King of Elden.

Magri had heard many heroic stories told by his elders, including the battle between the Vengeful King and Godfrey.

The collision between the sword skeleton and the king's ax ran through his childhood imagination, and now the legend traveled through time and unfolded before his eyes.

The legend was thicker than he imagined.

So the hybrid dug up the ancestral grave of the city lord, and the ancestral grave contained Morn's priceless treasure. Nok said, But the hybrid dug up the tomb of the Vengeful King, but why did he throw the treasure aside?

Nameless looked towards the dug grave:

That's why.

In the dug grave, the corpse of the Vengeful King had weathered with time, and another huge corpse occupied the coffin, and the blood had not yet dried up.

It was a huge demi-human corpse, which fit well with the huge tomb of the Vengeful King.

The demi-human's mother. Nok suddenly realized, The demi-human wanted to find a grave for his mother, but he dug up the sword's remains. The legendary weapon was not its purpose.

Wuming walked into the tomb and inspected the body of the demi-human mother.

The fatal wound was on the head, with a hole opened in one of the eye sockets, exposing the hole inside.

There were many injuries to other parts of the body, and in addition to a few sharp injuries, the majority were burns.

Wuming looked along the empty eye sockets and saw that there were burn marks on the demi-human mother's head.

Her cause of death was that her brain had been burned dry.

Wuming took out his sword and cut open the body. He found that not only the brain and body surface, but also her entire body were covered with burn marks.

What a terrible punishment... Magri looked at the injury and was quite shocked.

He used to feel angry when he saw demi-humans killing humans, but now when he saw the miserable condition of demi-humans' mothers, he suddenly no longer felt only anger and hatred, but deep sadness emerged in his heart.

He remembered what Miss Haida said before, and it resonated with him like never before.

If we can understand each other... Magri muttered.

Penalty... no, not punishment. Wuming said, At least not for the person who committed the murder.

Wuming stood up:

This is the ritual, the ritual of offering a living sacrifice.