Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The corrupt bugs were basically driven back to Galid by Wuming. Later, a group of red lion knights came here to strengthen the smoked fire wall and teach the technology of fire nearby.

Seeing that the danger of the corrupt family members was over, the people in the city finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the city also restored a relaxed and happy atmosphere. After a long siege, everyone who survived the disaster was partying.

Wuming also stood on the city wall, singing loudly in the wind.

Why do I think you like singing and dancing recently? Hyde came to the city wall and interrupted Wuming.

I have indeed become somewhat interested in this aspect recently. Wuming said and started singing again.

I thought you were only interested in money. Hyde interrupted Wuming again.

It's true that I'm only interested in money. I think this thing can make money - can you please stop interrupting me? Wuming complained.

Have you ever wondered why I keep interrupting you? Hyde covered his ears, You don't have any artistic talent.

Wuming was dissatisfied: Why didn't I see you covering your ears on the city wall before?

I thought that was art that bugs could appreciate.

Wuming looked at Haide holding his forehead, looking like he had a migraine that was worse than death, and it didn't look like he was faking it.

He doubted himself a little: Is it really that ugly? I don't have any artistic bacteria?

Maybe there are putrefaction bacteria. Hyde said.

Wuming was shocked and sat down on the high wall dejectedly.

There are specialties in the arts. He sighed.

Art is about expressing emotions and creating resonance. Hyde said, You seem to have no emotions.

Why do I have no emotions? Wuming shouted in dissatisfaction, and then whispered, Maybe my emotions are relatively dull, after all, my senses are not very sensitive.

Why, are you planning to contract not only the construction team, but also the singing and dancing team? Hyde asked Wuming.

Neferi's plight sounded the alarm for me. Wuming said, With civilization and enlightenment, on the one hand, there are fewer goals worth fighting for for warriors. They have no goals and nowhere to vent. They can only travel in the border areas. , looking for battle festivals. On the other hand, this will inevitably lead to the decline of warriors - what kind of business am I in?

War monger. Hyde gave his impression of Nameless.

In the beginning, I served the Faded. Wuming said, Ambition and mission, blessings and guidance, led them here.

Wuming rubbed his forehead: But now, the border area has once again fallen into a stagnant state. It cannot continue like this. The coldness of the lake area cannot always suppress the blood of the soldiers. They have not been able to find the full moon for a long time, and they will definitely vent their anger elsewhere. mood.

You want to solve it through literature and art? Hyde asked.

Literary art... Wuming pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, Forget it, we happen to be in the fog forest, I will go and solve the matter quickly.

What are you doing in the fog forest? Hyde asked.

The Eternal City. Wuming said, I'm going to get something. You pack your things and get ready to go home.

Wuming jumped off the city wall and walked towards the foggy forest.

After solving the siege of the foggy forest, he could finally check out the progress of the ladder construction in the Eternal City.

The entrance well of the Shivla River is where the corrupted family members return to Galid. The magic elevator in the entrance well is still covered with sticky white worm threads. You can step on it and raise your feet to draw threads.

Compared to Worm Thread, Wuming was more interested in the magic elevator going down the well.

There are grooves on the edge of the circular manhole cover-like platform, and the star-like magic flow forms a rope to control the manhole cover to slowly descend.

After a long descent, the manhole cover finally stopped, and Wuming came to another underground world.

After taking this long elevator ride in person, Wuming understood why the insects didn't want to come here.

I'm afraid that if they were huddled together and hugged on the manhole cover, it would take hundreds of trips up and down to transport those bugs, not to mention the hardship of the underground journey.

Wuming looked around and saw the same thing as his subordinates' reports - this place was obviously underground, but the stars were shining brightly, and the starlight was even brighter than in the lake area.

Near the entrance well, there are many employees' tents and construction equipment, as well as traces left by the insects when they travel.

Wuming took out the map, looked at the direction, and looked for the place Lani had given.

According to the map, the place where Lani asked Wuming to go was near the wellhead, but following the map's guidance, he saw a cliff.

A cliff so high that you can't even see the end of it.

Wuming grinned, feeling a little troubled.

This height is probably even more exaggerated than the cliff on the Stonewell side.

Seeing the cliff, Wuming felt that he had taken it for granted.

It would probably be too difficult to use human power to open a staircase to the underground eternal city designated by Lani. Even with the help of gravity magic, it is too difficult.

No wonder there has been no progress for so long. Wuming murmured.

No, we can't work so hard. Wuming made a decision, We need to optimize the plan, otherwise the cost will be too high.

He compared the map and circled around the cliff, thinking about ways to climb the ten thousand-foot cliff.

Wuming thought deeply and hummed: Hmm... um~

The deep voice resonated, shaking the nameless helmet.

Suddenly, a sense of déjà vu arose, like a bolt from the blue, hitting his helmet.

A real thunderbolt struck his helmet, sharp and sharp.

A long arrow pierced Wuming's helmet, and the arrowhead stuck out from the other end of the helmet.

But Wuming, whose brain was pierced, did not fall down. He turned around and looked at his attacker.

A strong man wearing a big horn ornament on his head stood in the distance, his face painted with paint, his body dressed in primitive clothing of animal skins and leaves, and holding a horn bow in his hand.

Wuming suddenly realized: It's those corner people.

Another reason why the nameless employee's work in the underground city is progressing so slowly is that there is a group of indigenous people here to hinder him.

These people dress primitively and like bone products very much. The employees don't know the details of these people, so they call them horned people.

In order to avoid being attacked, the employees abandoned all metal products and turned to primitive wooden sticks and bone products for survey work, which naturally reduced the efficiency a lot.

Wuming thought that these people would stay away when the bugs passed by, but he didn't expect that they were still nearby.

Aren't these people afraid of corruption... Wuming murmured.

He was observing the aboriginal, and the other side had already drawn his bow and fired again.

This time Wuming stared at the opponent and would not be attacked again. His rich experience allowed him to judge the moment when the opponent took action. Wuming moved his body sideways the moment the bow and arrow were released.

Then the arrows on Wuming's head became two.

Huh... Wuming was surprised.

The speed of the long arrow on the opposite side was beyond his imagination, and more importantly -

Can you track it?

He pulled out an arrow from his head and looked at the arrow.

There is no metal on the arrow, and it is made of branch fangs and feathers.

On the arrowheads and feathers resides something nameless and familiar.

No wonder he is tracking. Wuming suddenly realized.

Another arrow flew.

This time Wuming did not dodge, but stared in the direction of the arrow.

The long arrow let out a scream, pierced the sky, and pierced the tent beside Wuming.

Even from a long distance away, Wuming could feel the surprise of the hunter opposite.

Wuming smiled and waved to the other side: Hey, can you talk? How did you learn to use the soul's tracking feature?

Hearing Wuming's words, the hunter on the opposite side seemed to be frightened. He hid among the rocks and disappeared into the distance.

Wuming didn't pursue him either. His top priority was to find a way to the cliff above.

He just thought of a good way.

Wuming stood on the manhole cover again. Driven by magic power, the manhole cover slowly rose up and turned into a transport plane.

Wuming stepped on the edge of the manhole cover, compared it with the map, and stared in one direction.

There is no fence around the manhole cover, and you can see the cliff not far away.

The cliff has almost no undulations, and there are no plants clinging to it. It appears blue-black, as if it is eternal darkness.

After a long ascent, Wuming finally saw a change - the cliff was approaching the elevator.

This is a cliff with a slope greater than 90 degrees, like a whirlpool in the sea, spreading more and more as it goes up, and the cliff wall will gradually move closer to the manhole cover, forming a well wall.

Then the rock formation disappeared and was replaced by an obvious man-made building. Layers of fences surrounded the manhole cover to form an elevator shaft. However, the guardrail was too big and the manhole cover was too small. There was a considerable distance in between, far away from the manhole cover. see.

Wuming clearly saw that there was a staircase structure on the opposite side of the guardrail.

Another city flashed past between the guardrails.

Then the guardrail disappeared, and the rock wall moved closer, clinging to the manhole cover, blocking all surrounding scenery.

There was darkness all around, with only the magic circle on the manhole cover emitting light.

But Wuming was relieved and took the elevator up to the ground with peace of mind.

There is another rock layer under the surface rock layer. The city that Lani wants to go to is built on this interlayer.

The entrance well of the River Shivra is adjacent to that city.

Wuming found the fastest way. No matter whether it was climbing up from the bottom of the well or digging a tunnel on the ground, it was not as fast as this method - that is, when the manhole cover dropped to a certain height, jump out directly and land on the opposite staircase. .

This distance is like an abyss to ordinary people, but Wuming has his own way.

Instead of waiting impatiently for the manhole cover to fall and jump out, he sat down on the manhole cover to the bottom and climbed up again.

This method is the safest and most secure, allowing enough time to grasp height, distance and timing.

Wuming held up the staff, cast the magic of lightness on himself, and cast the magic of gravity, then stepped on the manhole cover and jumped.

Violent flames erupted from the gaps in the back of Wuming's armor, giving him ample power.

He smashed directly into the fence and the outer well wall.

Wuming looked into the distance in mid-air, and what he saw was a city with different architectural styles, as well as lush trees and flowers.

It's done! Wuming shook his fist excitedly.

I got here with minimal effort, without even getting hurt.

He had already observed the height of the city when he repeatedly took the elevator. From the height where he jumped, he would fall to the bedrock of the city, and the height would not exceed the walls of Hyde Fortress.

The facts were as Wuming had expected. He saw the land spreading in front of him, and it was definitely no more than ten meters by visual inspection.

Wuming was full of confidence and prepared to land in a handsome manner as his first appearance in this magnificent lost city.

The eternal city lost in the night, you will welcome the sun! Wuming announced his great discovery.

Then the sun set in the water and there was a pop.

Help - the sun gurgled in the water.

Wuming splashed in the water, feeling sad and angry.

Crazy, why is the elevator shaft soaked in water?

The water here was extremely cold, and Wuming felt like he was going to freeze.

He rowed toward the shore, but the land was so close but so far away.

Fortunately, just now in mid-air, he clearly saw several figures near the water.

Help me— Wuming waved to them.

The figures heard the nameless cry for help and gathered on the lake shore.

Just when Wuming thought he was about to be saved and stretched out his hand to the figures, those figures turned back to do their own things. There was another person digging something on the shore, not caring about Wuming's life or death.

My sun has set... Wuming muttered, sinking into the extremely dark and cold lake.

On the shore of the lake, several pale and thin men with no skin and almost only bones and muscles were digging for something at the lake. They turned their backs and turned a blind eye to the nameless people sinking to the bottom.

The sound of grunting came from the lake again, and this time the little people didn't even look back.

But along with the gurgling sound, there is also mist.

The heavy fog soon spread, covering the sight of the little people with the damp heat.

They then stood up and looked at the lake in surprise.

The lake is boiling.

Then there was a violent explosion, and the water in the lake splashed everywhere. The thick steam scalded the little people and drove them away from the lake shore.

At the edge of the evaporated lake, a blazing red figure stepped onto the shore. The soil underfoot was dry and cracked, and the flowers and plants faded.

Steam spurted out from the nameless mask, as if a huge machine had stopped working and was dissipating heat.

Now the little people could no longer ignore Wuming. They stared at the blazing red monster coming out of the mist, tremblingly raised the pale torches in their hands, and threw the torch containing cold spiritual fire at Wuming.

The spiritual fire fell on Wuming's armor, making a clanging sound, and then fell aside.

The torch did not cause any damage, but it dispersed the fog, and then the cold flame was sucked into the nameless armor.

The little people turned around and ran away, but as soon as they raised their legs, a white halo enveloped them and held them in place.

Purple magic swept through, and the huge suction pulled the villain back.

The little people turned somersaults on the grass and fell in front of Wuming.

They were already short and looked up at Wuming, as if they were seeing giants.

Wuming clenched his fists and looked at them coldly:

Why don't you save me?

The little people looked at the sandbag-sized fists, and their ferocious lipless mouths gave Wuming a frightened and embarrassed smile.

Wuming swung his fist and punched each of these pale villains on the head.

Wuming said: You can obviously help others, but you choose to escape. We can save a lot of resources and energy by helping each other, but we don't - this is not good!

The flames spread out from the nameless face shield, flowing and rising along the corners of the mouth, as if grinning a ferocious and exaggerated smile:

It's a shameful waste, do you understand?

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Wuming didn't make it too difficult for those villains. This was his mistake, and he couldn't blame the losses on a few dwarfs.

The Eternal City? Wuming now has no good impressions of this city. Your treasure better be worthy of the runes I consume, otherwise the roof will be torn down and sold to you for money.

Wuming asked those villains:

Can you talk?

The little people nodded.

Where is the treasure in this city? Wuming asked.

I don't know. The villain said hoarsely.

It seemed that they had forgotten the language after not speaking for a long time.

Wuming looked at their dry bodies with all the skin gone:

Are you the natives of this city?

The villain shook his head: It's a slave, come to investigate.

Wuming looked at the villains, and there were several villains holding shields in their hands. Regardless of the small shield or the large shield, there were inverted eagle patterns.

Wuming was surprised: Why do you also have the reverse eagle emblem?

He pointed to the top of his head: From the ground?

The little people nodded again and again.

Where do you come from?

Stonwell, the villain replied.

Stonwell? Wuming frowned, Who is your master? Nefeli?

Neferi? The little people were confused and shook their heads in denial.

Did Greg send you here? Wuming guessed.

The little people still shook their heads.

Wuming couldn't guess: Then who is your king?

The Storm King, said the little people.

Wuming was surprised.

Storm King, that's a long time ago. The king who is said to be a powerful enemy of King Godfrey can even be traced back to the beginning of the Golden Tree Age, the Age of Giant War.

You have been investigating here since then? Wuming said with an unbelievable tone.

The little people nodded.

So far, no treasure has been found? Wuming explained the reason for disbelief.

There are no supplies... the little people murmured, The investigation is over, we are blocked from the door, we don't even have fire, we can only burn the bones of our companions...

Wuming glanced at the extinguished torch.

Hidden in the cold spiritual fire are the wails of wronged souls.

Looking at the withered bodies of these skinny little people in front of him, Wuming suddenly became less angry.

Without sunshine and warmth, your heart will indeed feel cold. Wuming said, and a warm light ball formed in his palm. You guys need to get used to the warmth and light first. After I finish getting the things, I will find a way to bring you back to the surface.

The little people felt the warm ball of light and were stunned, forgetting to respond to Wuming.

Wuming ignored them and turned around to leave.

A cracked pot hit Wuming, spiritual fire burst out, and cold air flowed out.

There were other villains coming from a distance. Many of them were holding large shields and blocking Wuming's front, while some were throwing spiritual fire from behind.

The villain who went forward held a big shield, beat and shouted, and raised the big shield to hit Wuming.

It's a pity that the big shield hit Wuming as if hitting a stone. Wuming didn't move at all, but the villain was knocked to the ground by the backlash.

Aroused by the cold air, the villains surrounding the warm fire reacted and quickly stood in front of Wuming:

Not an enemy, not an enemy!

Wuming was not annoyed, and looked at the villains holding big shields with interest:

Is this your tactic? It's interesting.

He stopped the nameless villain from discreetly pleading to his companions:

They didn't mean it, sir, will you still take us out of the underground?

Take care of me. Wuming said, But you have to work for me.

He glanced at the villains who were pleading with their companions:

At least I can earn the runes I just consumed in the lake.

Wuming's cold eyes made those villains shiver.

Only then did they realize that the offense of attacking this man was far less than the offense of not saving him.

The little people lamented a little, feeling that the future would not be easy.

But if it were possible to leave the underground, they could tolerate it.

Wuming rolled out a few more fireballs, warming the entire garden, and then based on the limited information of these villains, he walked towards the place that blocked them.

A woman dressed in a style that resembled the statue of the God of Marriage Church stood in front of Wuming. Her crown was raised high, her eyes were covered with silk cloth, and her body was tightly wrapped. Only the skin near her mouth and nose was exposed. Her skin had a deep black color.

The woman was holding a hook sword in her hand. When she saw Wuming, she slowly approached.

Beside her was a squirming, amorphous silver object.

What is this? Wuming looked at the silver object curiously.

The nameless answer was the crack of the whip.

Although they were still far away, the woman started to wave, and the hook sword in her hand melted and stretched, turning into a whip and whipping Wuming's body.

I'm a good person. Wuming put away his sword and shield and raised his hands, I'm just here to find the treasure in your city.

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up, showing an expression of disgust, and her attack became more fierce, her body spinning and dancing. The hook sword lengthened, wrapping around her like a ribbon, and then drew towards Wuming at an even faster speed.

Why don't you listen to what others say? Wuming helplessly bent down to dodge, then stepped forward and punched the woman.

The woman's figure was light. She took a step back to dodge Wuming's attack, and then used her hook sword to cut off Wuming's arm with her backhand.

The nameless fist opened into a palm, and a black flame bloomed, exploding in front of the woman at close range.

The woman was completely thrown away, her teeth and crown flying all over the floor.

After knocking the woman away, Wuming squatted down and concentrated on studying the silver amorphous mass next to the woman.

Facing Wuming's approach, the silver mass changed shape, and a gun head pierced towards Wuming like a tail.

Wuming directly withstood the attack, feeling the strength and surface texture.

It seems a bit like mercury? Wuming was unsure.

He reached out to hold the silver weapon, but his hand got stuck and it was difficult to find the point of strength.

The sound of breaking through the air appeared from the back of Wuming's head again. The woman got up and attacked Wuming again.

You're so annoying. Wuming took out his shield, scooped up the silver clumps, turned around and rushed to the woman's side, and smeared the silver clumps into the woman's face with the shield.

The woman fell into the pain of suffocation and desperately grabbed the silver mass on her face, but it was difficult to grasp because of its sticky nature.

After a while, the woman stopped moving and fainted.

Wuming grabbed the woman's leg, shook it hard a few times, then patted it on the stone wall next to it, and threw the silver mass away.

Wuming put down the woman and turned around to continue studying the silver object.

When he threw the silver plasticine onto the stone wall just now, he saw an internal structure that resembled flesh.

What a wonderful characteristic... Wuming used his sword and shield to divide the body of the silver plasticine and carefully observed the internal structure.

After observing for a while, the unconscious woman woke up and got up again, her face covered with bruises: Let him go.

You are really tenacious. Wuming said, If you want to die, I suggest you jump off the cliff yourself. I don't really want to kill you.

Hypocritical guy. The woman tightened her grip on the hook sword.

You remind me of a client of mine. Wuming said, The physical appearance is a bit similar, and the skin color is very similar. If you are really related to her, and the floods wash away the Dragon King Temple, it will be bad if she doesn't take care of my business.

Do you know other night people? The woman stopped attacking.

Are you called Night Man? Wuming said, dodging the attack of the silver plasticine at his feet and stepping on it twice. What is this called? Silver Man'er?

Those are teardrops. The Nightman woman said, Where did you meet the Nightman?

The ring finger pointed upward: On the ground.

What's your name? the woman asked.

Nok. Wuming said.

The night woman was silent for a moment and said:

Are you here looking for treasure?

To be precise, I'm helping others find treasures. Wuming said.

You should leave. This place has been lost and destroyed. There are no treasures left here. The Nightman woman said.

No more? Wuming said, The person who asked me to find it said there are still more.

Does he understand or do I understand? the night woman said.

Don't people know more about stargazing than you do? Wuming said.

The Yeren woman raised the hook sword and gestured with it. She thought she couldn't beat Wuming, so she put it down bitterly.

Wuming picked up the map given by Lani:

You said the treasure is gone, then do you know where this...hunting finger knife is now?

Hunting finger knife? The night woman first exclaimed, then lowered her voice, How do you know it...

Nonsense, I just came here to find it, how could I not know? Wuming was annoyed, Do you know? I didn't know that I asked others.

It is indeed still there. Yeren said solemnly, Who asked you to come?

I can't reveal this. Wuming said, Revealing the client's personal information? I am an ethical businessman - how much are you willing to pay for this information?

I have no money.

That won't work. We have principles. Wuming Zhengyi said solemnly, I can't tell you.

The night man said: Go ahead and look for it, it is in the Chair Temple.

You revealed it to me so easily? Wuming said, Isn't it a scam?

If you don't have that life, you can't take it away. Ye Ren said, If you can take it away, I won't stop you.

The relationship is so good - can you give me this teardrop? Wuming pushed even further.

If you want it, there's it on the road ahead. Yeren glanced ahead.

Really? Wuming put down the silver teardrop, What a good man.

He ran towards the direction pointed by Ye Ren and looked around:

where?

Yeren sneered and moved away from Wuming.

This nameless intruder was powerful and she couldn't stop him. But no matter how powerful a person is, facing the enemy ahead will never be easy.

The silver teardrop next to her is just a larvae, but in front of her lies the most advanced technological creation of this lost city - the clone teardrop.

The ultimate weapon that can imitate the appearance of the enemy, learn the opponent's strength, and defeat the opponent, a creation with the potential of a king.

However, this creation is not completed after all. Although it can copy the opponent's power, it cannot copy the mind. Perhaps in terms of combat skills, he will be slightly inferior.

The night man watched from the side, and if he found that the bionic teardrop was at a disadvantage, he went up to help.

She doesn't believe Wuming's words. For her, the safest approach is to completely deal with all intruders.

The night man waited patiently, watching the changes, fully expecting Wuming's dumbfounded expression.

In front of Wuming, a pool of silver tears spread out.

The scattered teardrops seemed to absorb some information, and began to expand, rise, and change colors.

Soon, the teardrops grew to look exactly like Wuming.

The warrior with the same unfamiliar style of armor, holding a sword and shield, even stood tall and straight, looked more heroic than Wuming himself.

Like a blazing sun, standing in front of the enemy.

Then the scorching sun went down, and the heroic warrior fell down and began to roll on the ground, screaming hoarsely and howling like ghosts.

Full of anticipation for the next development, the corners of Yeren's mouth twitched as he waited to see Wuming's dumbfounded eyes:

OK?

Wuming was indeed dumbfounded, and he and Yeren said in unison:

OK?