Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

That's too much!

Fan Lei was filled with grief and anger, but his hand was pinched in Wuming's hand, and he could not get angry. He only felt that the noble blood of the Blood King was boiling in his body, with nowhere to vent.

Are you insulting the Blood Dynasty? Fan Lei suppressed his anger.

Insult the Blood Dynasty? Why insult? Wuming was puzzled.

Wuming didn't hesitate, he was still immersed in excitement:

This is a life-saving gadget. It can make the faded person more fearless, and it can also help the faded person save time. Time is life, understand?

Fan Lei tried hard to take his hand out: This is not for sale.

Why not sell it? Wuming was stunned.

Don't you understand what I've said so much? Fan Lei's voice was distorted, This is the reward of the trial, the reward of the determination to abandon the witch and break up with Two Fingers, and the honor of the elite. Do you know what elite means? What everyone has is not elite!”

Calm down, you're talking incoherently. Wuming patted a bottle of sleeping pot on him.

You... Fan Lei didn't expect to be attacked in such a sneak attack, and it was already a step too late to activate the medal's transmission.

His eyelids were heavy and he fell asleep unwillingly.

When Fan Lei woke up again, the sound of blacksmithing could not be heard.

Wuming was standing in front of the anvil, hammering a piece of iron, and there was a fader standing next to him.

Are you awake? Wuming said.

woke up.

Not excited anymore?

Fan Lei was still a little excited when he thought about the topic before falling asleep.

Wuming handed the weapon to the faded person next to him, walked around the anvil, and squatted in front of Fan Lei.

Don't get too excited. I'll ask you some questions.

Wuming brought a package and placed a few things in front of Fan Lei.

A red Roja fruit, an aphrodisiac turtle neck meat, and a pile of fresh warm blood-red excrement.

Before Wuming could speak, Fan Lei was so shocked by the smell of blood and excrement that he threw his head back.

What do you mean? Fan Lei asked.

Let's assume these things represent your medals. Wuming pointed to those things.

He pointed to the Roja Fruit: This represents the ability to teleport.

Then he pointed to the turtle neck meat: This represents the appearance of the medal.

Finally, pointing to the excrement: This represents the noble status and contribution behind the medal.

Wuming looked at Fan Lei: Which one is more important to you?

Why is noble status represented by excrement? Fan Lei asked.

It's just a substitute. Don't care about these superficial things. Do you understand the analogy? Wuming said, Answer me, which one is the most important to you?

Fan Lei reluctantly pointed to the excrement.

That's okay. Wuming pushed the excrement to Fan Lei, I just don't need this thing.

He picked up the raya fruit:

I want your teleportation array technology.

No. Fan Lei moved back, away from the excrement, The teleportation array leads directly to the Blood Dynasty. If anyone can go there, the peace of the dynasty will be broken by Xiao Xiao. Your Excellency is currently spending the night with God, and must not be disturb.

I don't need the teleportation location to be your dynasty. Wuming said, Just set the return location here.

Wuming pointed at his feet:

If you stay at Airei Church, they won't bother you, and you will also gain benefits. It's a win-win situation.

Have we gained benefits? Fan Lei said, How come I didn't know that we have gained benefits?

It's not like I'm asking you to work in vain. Wuming said, I told you, I'm buying it, you can give me a price.

The Blood Dynasty is not short of money. Fan Lei refused harshly, I advise you not to insult us again.

Then what do you lack? Wuming was puzzled, After the magic ring is broken, shouldn't small fragments of the magic ring like runes be used as hard currency?

Fan Lei said: What we thirst for is blood, wounds, and pain!

Wuming gave a speechless look, obviously unable to understand this line of thinking.

Fan Lei raised his head proudly.

Even if the world doesn't understand it, it doesn't matter. The bleeding rose never needs to care about others, it just needs to be beautiful.

Fan Lei said: You who were born in the golden tree era cannot understand the beauty——

Fan Lei's fingers that were propped on the ground were suddenly hit hard by an unknown hammer, causing his skin to be torn apart.

Wuming pointed at the broken finger with a hammer:

Blood, wounds, pain.

He extended his palm to Fan Lei:

Teleportation array.

You're crazy! Fan Lei roared, Of course it's not my wound!

After a long time, it belongs to someone else? Wuming was disappointed, Whose wounds and pain do you want?

Anyone's will do, Fan Lei said.

But it can't be yours. Wuming added, nodding with a hint of disgust in his eyes, Okay.

Wuming said: I need quantifiable standards, how much pain, how much blood from the wound can be replaced?

Fan Lei said: If it were in the past, you would have to hunt down three faded ones and dye the oath red with the blood of a witch to be eligible for this medal.

But I only need the teleportation function. Wuming bargained, It doesn't make sense if it's not cheaper.

Fan Lei said: I'm going back to discuss it with the craftsmen. I guess I'll need at least one corpse.

Wuming asked: How about just providing the blood of the witch?

It's okay. Fan Lei said, Every time a witch is lost, it means that a faded person has lost the guidance of his two fingers, and the border area will be even more chaotic.

Then it's settled. Wuming said, I will provide you with a sufficient amount of witch's blood, and you will establish a teleportation center in Airei Church, as well as provide tokens for teleportation.

Fan Lei took out the pure-blood knight medal and opened the teleportation array:

Don't be too happy too early, I still need to seek other people's opinions.

Fan Lei left, and Wuming felt refreshed as if he had solved some big problem.

It was already approaching the afternoon, and all the people in Mengliu Cave had moved to Airei Church. Only a few people stayed in the cave as a backup stronghold.

However, because most people are working in the field, Airei Church is actually deserted.

Patch saw Wuming and Fan Lei finish talking and came over with a sad expression on his face.

What's the matter? Wuming asked.

Patch said: Did you kill the big tree guard?

We can't agree, there's no other way. Wuming said, If we want to establish a gathering place for the faded people here, we can't get around the guy who hunts the faded people.

Patch said: What about Greg? When he finds out, he will definitely send troops to clean it up. I reminded you, I don't want to take risks.

Wuming asked: Do you have any ideas?

Patch said: Either we find a way to make Greg recognize us and dispel his anger. Or we can make Greg jealous and dare not send troops.

Patch glanced at Wuming:

Of course you can also kill Greg.

That won't work. Wuming said, The goal of the faded one is the fragment of the magic ring occupied by Greg as a demigod, his big rune. If Greg dies, no one will patronize our business.

Patch took out a map, which included various places and the distribution of forces in the border area:

Then we can embrace each other. Greg is the only descendant among the demigods. The gods have the thinnest bloodline and are the weakest. The other demigods are all direct descendants of Queen Malika. Greg does not dare to provoke other demigods. As long as we can get With the help of other demigods, we can gain a foothold in Nimgofu.”

Good idea, what demigods can help us? Wuming asked.

Patch clasped his fingers:

Shatterstar Latarn is crazy, the Valkyrie Marlenia is far away in the Holy Tree in the Snow Mountain, the academy is closed, the Volcano Mansion is said to be full of rebels who kill their compatriots, Wangcheng and Grek are of the same race...

After counting these demigods, Patch touched his bald head in embarrassment.

Wuming was dissatisfied: It's not all that we can't count on.

Yes! Patch patted his head, We can lie to people!

Ha, this is your old profession. Wuming smiled, Tell me, how to cheat?

Patch said: We can lie and claim to be Valkyrie Marlenia's people.

Why Valkyrie? Wuming asked.

She is the farthest away from us. Patch pointed to the snow-capped mountains in the northernmost part of the map. She is at the northernmost point of the junction. We are in Nimgefu, south of the junction. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and she can't control us.

“而且葛瑞克曾被女武神揍到舔脚，他一定不敢再去招惹。”帕奇补充。

You have experience in lying to people, so you should be responsible. Wuming said.

Patch said: We don't need to publicize it in a big way. We just need to let out a little bit of news and give some guidance so that Greg can draw this conclusion by himself.

Good idea, I'll go to the city and spread rumors. Wuming's eyes lit up.

Patch said: I'm going to take a trip to Galid east of Nimgefu. There are a lot of remains of the Valkyrie troops there. I'm going to find some armor, weapons and flags.

The two hit it off immediately and took action immediately.

Wuming went to Stonewell again, and also escorted a group of dung beetles.

Before leaving, Wuming found Haida and gave her a few pieces of turtle neck meat:

It's delicious and a great supplement.

Thank you, my king. Haida held the turtle's neck and was deeply touched that Wuming still remembered to care about her.

You're welcome. Courtesy is reciprocated and reciprocation is enough. Wuming said, You will bleed more later.

Bleeding? Haida heard something unpleasant.

After Wuming finished explaining, he left, leaving Haida alone and uneasy.

This time going to Stone City was different from the last time. He no longer went invisibly, and he also brought a lot of dung beetles with him.

When he reached the levels, he realized that he had no idea how to pass them.

Patch should have arranged a hidden path and the person in charge of clearing the checkpoint. With Getok as an internal support, he can travel unimpeded.

But Wuming forgot to ask.

Having always traveled alone, he had never brought so many things with him and was a little overwhelmed.

Thinking that it would take a long time for him to walk back, and that Patch was not sure when he would come back from Galid, Wuming was too lazy to walk back.

How to get there...

Wuming observed the pass.

There are cliffs on both sides and only a narrow passage. The cliffs on both sides are connected by an arched stone bridge. There was also a giant monster standing on the stone bridge, looking down eagerly.

Wuming looked up at the giant monster on the cliff and suddenly thought of a way.

Stonewell City, Storm Veil, was once the territory of the Storm King, shrouded in violent winds all year round.

In front of Stonewell City is Storm Hill, which is constantly windy and sandy all year round.

In the wind and sand, no one noticed a figure floating in the air in the long wind.

Wuming's hands were wrapped with countless strings, all of which were tied to the dung beetle's body.

The characteristics of dung beetles are similar to fireflies. In addition to glowing, there are also many winged individuals that can fly.

Wuming had several circles of flightless dung beetles tied around his waist, and those holding his hands were flying dung beetles with wings.

Wuming's body and part of the dung beetle around his waist were covered with a layer of magical light.

Covered by this layer of magical light, the Dung Beetle even began to sway a little, as if its own gravity had been eliminated.

Wuming was swaying like this, flying in the sky, proudly looking at the ignorant giant monster below.

What is a genius? Wuming smiled proudly.

Relying on the immortal soul that can be resurrected, Wuming often has some fantastic ideas, coupled with his amazing mobility, he is always a little reckless.

For example, now, Wuming had been wandering for a long time before he realized a problem: he didn't know how to get down.

Of course he could release the dung beetles one by one to control the height and landing speed, but these dung beetles cost 500 runes each, and Wuming was reluctant to part with them.

After struggling for a few minutes, fate helped him make a choice. The strong winds that appeared from time to time in the sky would roll up the dung beetles. Most of their wings were instantly broken and they fell downwards.

Wuming quickly applied lightening magic to all the dung beetles, but still could not change the outcome of their fall, and they were soon mercilessly slapped to the ground by gravity.

The first thing Wuming did when he got up was to check the life and death of the dung beetles. He lost a few dung beetles and smashed a few dung beetles, but otherwise they were all intact. The small insects were surprisingly sturdy, which put him at ease.

But when he looked around, he found that he was lost.

The storm and sandstorms were continuous and the visibility was extremely low, making it impossible for him to distinguish his direction and find the normal road.

Judging from what he saw at high altitude, this should be Storm Sand Dune, which is close to Stonewell City and not far from the main road. But if he is unlucky, he may be able to boil the beetle to death without ever being able to find the right path.

Wuming could only take advantage of the wind and sand to calm down and quickly find a conspicuous landmark building to move forward.

In the wind and sand, he saw some spherical objects squirming in the wind and sand not far away.

Where did my dung beetle fall? Wuming thought to himself and stepped forward to check.

It was not a dung beetle pushing a dung ball, but an activated spherical stone with a single purple eye in the middle of the stone ball.

In the middle of these strange stones, there is a circular square that is obviously man-made. There is magic power acting on it, and in this circular place, the power of the wind and sand has weakened.

Wuming decisively walked into the square to escape the wind and sand.

Entering the circular venue, Wuming discovered that there was already a person in the center of the venue who had already arrived first.

The man sat on a big stone, staring at the center of the square, motionless, like a rock.

This man was almost naked, except for his crotch, and only his feet were covered with heavy boots. He was tall, strong, and muscular. His gray and messy beard and hair were dancing wildly in the wind as the sand hit him.