Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Two horses pulled a carriage with a sedan, running leisurely on the flat road.

The car, which is not very big, is a bit crowded at this time and full of people.

There was originally quite a lot of room for three people to sit down, but it became cramped because of the fourth person's temporary ride.

Sitting on the carriage were a warrior wearing chainmail, a fingered witch, and a somewhat lost man wearing leather armor.

And the last person to get on the bus was a knight wearing full armor and carrying large and small bags.

Wuming warmly thanked the other three people on the carriage:

Thank you, you saved a big life.

You're welcome. We are all faded. We should support each other. The chain-mail warrior shook hands with Wuming. It is too dangerous to run to Yatan wearing full body armor, even in a cool place like the Lake District.

Where are you going? Wuming asked.

Go to Yatan. The soldier said, I heard that all the routes to Yatan Plateau have been opened now, and we can go to Yatan to explore. Anyway, if we continue to stay in the lake area, we will not be able to get the big runes—— After the academy opened, many people went to challenge the Full Moon Queen, but the gap in strength was terrifying. Some people planned to steal the big rune, but they didn't find it at all. That is a watertight queen... It's terrible.

Wuming muttered in his heart: Can't you find it? Then it's not Man Yue.

Wuming looked at this gorgeous carriage:

Your journey was quite comfortable. I thought the warrior only knew how to ride a horse.

Thinking only about the mission is too stressful. The soldier said, I have seen many people just follow Cifu, but they were not prepared enough and were killed by powerful enemies. Sometimes I really doubt that Cifu deliberately made us Go and die.

The soldier took out a bottle, pried open the cork, and handed it to Wuming: You should enjoy a healthy life in order to persevere.

Wuming took the bottle, took a straw and sipped on it.

After taking two sips, Wuming looked at the bottle of light red liquid:

The taste is very rich...

Wu Ming was being polite, as he had no sense of taste and it was unlikely that he could taste the drink, but this bottle of drink made him somewhat familiar.

Dew drops resembling a dung beetle.

This is a good thing we bought when we passed by Stone City. The soldier smiled, The wine made from dung beetles, supplemented by many herbs and seasonings, can heal wounds and satisfy appetites. It is very popular among the faded people. popular.

That's right. Wuming nodded, But you have a witch, so this should only be used as a drink.

Upon hearing this, both the warrior and the witch subconsciously glanced at the decadent man in leather armor, and the warrior sighed:

There are always people who are not witches.

Wuming noticed that the leather-armored man was in a bad mood and handed over the bottle in his hand:

Friends, drink.

The man in leather armor took it and drank it down in one breath.

The soldier said: We were friends fighting side by side, but his witch was killed by Blood Finger. Although I wanted my witch to serve him as well, he was unwilling.

For the so-called face? Wuming asked.

In order to continue to stand together as equals. The leather-armored man spoke, his voice hoarse, And I can't always be with him.

The soldier said: He is ready to seek revenge from the Blood Finger. He has ignored the blessing guidance and is ready to transform into a Blood Finger hunter. He said he is too dangerous to be with him.

Oh, I know a blood-fingered hunter. You can talk to me. Wuming said.

The soldier said: We went to Yatan this time to find a new witch for him.

A new witch? Wuming said, That's rare.

The nameless caravan has been training for so long, but it has not trained a few.

There is a large caravan. I heard that they provide the services of witches. The soldier said, This wine and this avenue are also their work.

It's not that big of a contribution. I just built a few sections of road. The main road was mainly built by Kalia. Wuming was already beginning to be humble.

The carriage jolted and gradually slowed down.

The warrior drew out his long sword, thrust it out through the window of the carriage, and looked outside through the reflection on the sword.

Are there enemies? Wuming asked.

It's blocked. The warrior sheathed his sword and relaxed.

As we neared the Dikdas Lift, there were more horses and vehicles, making it impossible to gallop as fast as we could in the wilderness.

Wuming also opened the curtain and looked outside, saying:

There aren't many people, why is it so chaotic?

We are all soldiers, and we don't have to pay much attention to the rules. When we get together, no one will obey anyone. It doesn't matter if someone jumps in line or not. If you don't accept it, you can start a fight. The chain-mail warrior looked over from the window on the other side.

While talking, there was actually the sound of fighting.

Patch can't do it. Wuming shook his head repeatedly.

When he was here, he was never this messy.

He got out of the carriage and prepared to get closer to prevent the situation from going too far. The three companions also followed, wanting to see the excitement.

Wuming pushed through the crowd and saw a few faded people fighting in a scuffle, while more busybodies gathered around, cheering and applauding. From time to time, some stray magic bullets hit the crowd of onlookers, causing them to startle and curse.

Some retreated bleeding, while others cursed and prepared to join the melee.

Seeing this, Wuming quickly stood up:

Everyone, don't fight, calm down, peace, peace.

What kind of green onion are you? The angry soldiers glared at Wu Ming, who was not very strong, and their words were filled with anger.

That's right, you were just affected by the explosive crystals. You accidentally hit a vital part and died. How can you bear this? A voice said from the side.

Those who had already started fighting ignored Wu Ming and continued to unleash various powerful moves on the crowd. The crowd burst into cheers and curses again.

Wuming looked at these people, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

A wolf howl covered all the roars, like a beast passing through the forest and a swarm of insects. The Faded One suddenly became nervous and looked for the direction of the sound.

Heaven! Someone who faded discovered it.

A black shadow passed through the sky, across the entire crowd, and hit the middle of the fight. The air wave caused several people to roll on the ground several times.

A werewolf was holding a huge sword, stuck in the ground, his eyes were red, and saliva was flowing from his bared teeth. Then he pulled out his giant sword, and the frost exploded, creating an ice storm accompanied by howling wolves.

The aura of danger caused half of the faded people present to draw their weapons and move back to distance themselves. I was surprised that such a dangerous and powerful enemy came from nowhere in the caravan camp.

Why did you run out? Wuming was also surprised.

Blaze, who was supposed to be trapped in the warehouse, actually ran out in front of so many people.

The Faded Man was still nervously wary of the werewolf, looking for an opportunity to take action, when another figure leaped over the crowd and rushed directly in front of the werewolf.

A beauty in a black dress wearing a mask, holding a spiral sword, struck at the werewolf with a sword as fast as a ghost and as powerful as a mountain demon.

The werewolf twisted around and used the giant sword on the door panel to block, but both the man and the sword were blown away. He fell to the ground and could not get up.

The explosions and air waves made by the beauty in the black dress when she blasted away the werewolf startled the faded ones. Judging from the results of the werewolf, this was indeed a more terrifying guy than this beast.

The woman in the black dress pinned the werewolf to the ground, then strangled the neck and put it on her shoulders, as if carrying a sack, and looked around. Although her eyes were blocked by the mask, no one suspected that there was a pair of sharp eyes under the mask. be terrified.

The woman in black skirt saw Wuming and suddenly smiled:

Sorry, sorry, he suddenly became violent and I didn't hold it down.

Why did he suddenly become violent? Wuming said to Asumi with some dissatisfaction, It's not good to hurt a guest.

Perhaps it's because - I found it. Ashimi said, Finding the crux is what made him react so much. With some more fine-tuning, we can find a way to completely block the curse.

Then you must pay attention to safety and increase defense efforts in the future to avoid damaging the caravan's reputation. Wuming waved Asumi away.

Asumi carried Blaze back and the faded people along the way gave way one after another, paying attention to this beautiful woman with awe in their eyes.

After Asumi left, his attention turned to Wuming again.

The soldier who yelled at Wuming before was a little tired, and his tone was much more polite:

You...what kind of onion do you have?

I'm from the caravan. Wuming smiled, Everyone, please line up. We are all faders. Don't hurt the harmony.

Why can't the harmony between the faded ones be harmed? A voice in the crowd was unhappy, Are there still few organizations for hunting compatriots? We are all competitors, and we all want to rob the big rune.

Then at least in my territory, everyone should put aside their prejudices for the time being and enjoy the services of the caravan. Wuming said.

Where do you think you are? The Round Table Hall? The voice from before sounded again, You are a small caravan, are you worthy?

The sound is sharp and makes people angry.

But Wuming looked over, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

The voice was mixed in the crowd, erratic, and it was extremely difficult to identify the direction:

It's just that you can control the elevator by being one step ahead of us? Charge so much for the elevator? Brothers, we are expanding our territory, and they are eating hot pot in carriages, occupying the road, and fighting with these evil plutocrats !”

Some faded people were encouraged to roll up their arms and sleeves, ready to rush up and teach the rich man in front of them a lesson. But as soon as they took a step forward, they found that it was extremely heavy and they could only walk slowly towards the unknown.

This friend summed it up very well. Wuming smiled, We are preparing to become the new round table.

The unknown raised his arms and shouted:

You are thirsty, we have wine, you are hungry, we have delicious food. We have equipment for broken weapons, maps for lack of guidance, and witches for lack of strength. Even if you commit a crime, we can atone for it.

The nameless tone is serious:

Meticulous service, warm and reliable harbor. We are the real circle——

Before he finished speaking, Pachi suddenly jumped out, covered Wuming's mouth, bowed and nodded to the faded person nearby, with a smile on his face:

Everyone, I'm sorry, his brain is a little abnormal. You can do whatever you want. We are not as free as the Round Table here. You can do whatever you want.

The faded ones looked at this farce and were a little confused, but after being interrupted repeatedly, they lost their spirits and gradually dispersed, finally no longer blocking the road.

Why do you want to stop me? Wuming asked Patch, If they continue to make trouble like this, the camp will be in danger.

Didn't you realize that someone was deliberately inciting? Patch said.

I discovered it. Wuming said, That's why we need to stabilize the faded ones.

Patch shook his finger:

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. How do you think we filled up our employees' salaries so quickly?

Wuming raised his eyebrows: Oh?

Patch pointed in one direction with his eyes.

That's where the faded ones used to fight each other.

Most of the faded ones were covered in paint, and several were even critically injured.

But most of these faded ones were accompanied by witches. At this time, many witches were kneeling on the ground, letting their warriors lean on their knees and chanting healing prayers.

What's wrong? Wuming didn't understand.

Keep watching, Patch said.

After a while, there was a commotion among the wounded. The witches were horrified to find that their warriors were not recovering as quickly as expected. Some of them were deteriorating very quickly and were almost out of breath.

Some witches were almost crying, and even suspected that their beliefs were not pious enough.

What's going on? Wuming asked.

The blood of the Platinum Sons, Patch said, has the effect of hindering these healing spells. There is a fog made of platinum blood floating everywhere near the camp.

Patch still put on that humble smile, walked to the wounded, and rubbed his hands:

It seems that the treatment effect is not very satisfactory. Do you want to use our therapist? We also have many doctors in our caravan.

The faded man who was not seriously injured was still in the mood to ask about the price, but the witch of the dying warrior was already concerned and confused, and agreed without hesitation.

The family will sign here, and Lu En will hand it over first. Patch immediately took out a contract scroll, It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can mortgage the staff, armor and weapons. You are all powerful warriors and your equipment must be very well-equipped...

Wuming was stunned:

Is this your method? Isn't this...not good?

Patch approached Wuming, put the runes into his hands, and whispered:

Ten people have their wages this month.

Wuming clenched the runes tightly, closed his eyes, turned his head, and did not look at the faded ones:

This is probably the price of being irritable. Let's just teach them a lesson.

Patch smiled: You can rest, I know you are kind-hearted and can't bear to see this.

But if something is preventing recovery, how do you treat them? Wuming asked.

Don't worry, there is a way. Patch clapped his hands.

A wavy blond woman wearing a soft white gauze with a dignified and elegant manner walked forward. Behind her, there are a bunch of perfumers holding medicine jars.

Lance Sanks? Wuming vaguely understood.

Lance Sanks walked to the dying wounded man, squatted down, and held the wounded man in his arms.

The breeze surrounded the blonde woman, blowing her skirt and long hair, as if a goddess descended to earth.

The goddess was compassionate and shed golden tears over the dying wounded.

Tears fell on the wounded, and his injuries stabilized immediately. The perfumers then came forward and gave various herbs to the wounded.

“Just blow it with the wind to disperse the mist,” Patch said. “And the perfumer’s herbs will be much less affected.”

Wuming secretly gave Patch a thumbs up.

Lance Sanks followed suit and treated all the remaining wounded. Soon the dying soldiers were healed and indulged in the warm embrace of Lance Sanks.

Some ignorant guys even stayed on Lance Sanks' lap and wanted to stretch out their hands to deeply feel the softness of the gentle goddess.

Lance Sanks smiled, punched the wounded man in the abdomen, and smashed his entire body into the ground. The body was still not completely broken because of the protection of the golden teardrops, like a golden statue that was half buried in the ground.

Lance Sanks smashed the illusions and passions of the soldiers with one punch, and finally stopped thinking about fighting and honestly paid for treatment.

Wuming told Patch:

Don't try to persuade them to quit. We must also show you care and ensure that they go to Yatan.

We don't have much business in Yatan. Patch said, It's best for them to stay here. Why do you think there is a traffic jam in such a spacious lift camp?

Can't we catch the best we can? Wuming said, And I just stood in the crowd, feeling their cheers... I think it will be good for us for such a group of passionate people to go to the Asian Championships.

Wuming clenched his fists: Their passion will definitely impact the golden people and boost the atmosphere of Yatan.

It's up to you. Anyway, you've got Lani's runes. We're not short of money. Patch didn't care.

At Wuming's request, Patch commanded, and the faded ones restored order, began to line up honestly, and took the elevator to the Yatan in an orderly manner.

Wuming himself returned to the carriage and thanked the kind-hearted fader who sent him here.

I didn't expect you to be the boss here. The chainmail warrior exclaimed.

Boss, without your help, he still has to rush on the road now. Wuming said, I have to thank you.

We don't lack runes. The soldier declined Wuming's kindness.

We are in need. Wuming said, I am not giving you runes, but I am inviting you to walk with me for a while longer.

In principle, the elevator does not allow anything that is too large and heavy like a carriage to go up, but Wuming's face is so important that the carriage goes up anyway. Wuming took the three of them up to Ya Tan and continued north.

Wuming said: We have not yet established a firm foothold in Yatan, and we cannot serve you all the way. I will send you to our further camp, and also tell you about the pitfalls we have stepped in in Yatan - thank you for this. Etiquette is our experience.”

This is a very useful thing. The soldier exclaimed.

Wuming explained to the faded man on the carriage what he had learned, about the war between the volcano and the royal city, Godfrey's return to Mongotte and his departure.

So, the Blessing King of the Royal City has disappeared? The warrior's focus was still on the demigod.

Well...disappeared. Wuming looked outside guiltily. They didn't tell them that Mongot was hiding in the caravan just now, not far from Lance Sanks.

Wuming changed the subject and said to the man in leather armor:

The blood finger hunter I mentioned before is also in the caravan. You can exchange experiences. He should know a lot of information and locations of blood fingers. If you want to hunt blood fingers, you can ask him for advice.

I reject.

Near the Yatan intersection, since the volcano expelled the nameless caravan, they returned to their original position and set up camp in a place that was not far from the volcano and the royal city.

There is no energy to maintain the lift and the campsite next to the tunnel, nor the ability to go further into the volcano.

In this camp, Yura stabbed with a long knife while rejecting Wuming's request.

Why don't you take a break? It would be nice to teach your descendants your experience of hunting blood fingers. Wuming said, Inheritance is very important.

Yura repeatedly waved his fangs in the air, bringing up the sharp air blade. He seemed to be practicing a watertight sword technique, cutting off the surrounding flowers, grass and fallen leaves without leaking a single drop.

But although the long knife could cut flowers and grass, it could never cut through the air. A burst of fragrance broke through the layers of knife nets and reached Yura's nose.

Not far away, Wuming set up a barbecue grill and fanned Yura hard.

Yura glanced at Wuming, his eyes widened, the knife under his hand was faster, and the sword wind screamed intensively, blocking out the fragrance.

Are you concerned? Wuming said, Isn't Eleonora already defeated by Patch?

She just broke an arm. Yura said, I know her. If she doesn't die, she will definitely become stronger and come back again.

The faded ones were a little confused and asked:

Eleonora, who is it?

Blood finger. Wuming said, Pure purple blood finger, Eleonora, is said to be a very strong blood finger.

Pure Purple Blood Finger? The leather-armored man spoke, That's one of the two heroes under the Blood King.

You also know? Wuming said, Isn't it possible that the person you two want to kill...is the same person?

The leather-armored man shook his head in a low voice:

No, my witch... was killed by the blood finger who was looking for Eleonora. It seems that the blood finger is also looking for this pure purple blood finger.

Because she defected. Wuming said, Now she is a rebel, a person from the Volcano.

Then it seems that we can fight against this bloody finger together. The warrior poked the leather-armored man, We can fight together again. The demigods in the royal city have disappeared, and I can only go to the volcano to find the demigods.

Eleonora is mine. The tip of Yura's knife flashed, spinning out the fattest piece of meat on the unknown barbecue grill and throwing it into his mouth.

Ah! That's the meat I left for the guests! Wuming looked at the exposed bones on the shelf with distress.

The man in leather armor stared at Yura:

Why did you kill her? Did she also kill someone important to you?

Yura looked at the leather-armored man for a moment in the shadow of the sword, sighed, and finally stopped swinging the sword and sat in front of the barbecue.

I'm quite curious too. Wuming also said, If you can explain it more clearly, I might be able to help you, such as giving you some sword skills or something.

Yura drooped his eyelids and looked at the dancing bonfire:

There's nothing to say, you can all guess it... We used to hunt dragons together and exchange sword skills. At first, I was a little better, teaching her sword skills and telling her that every inch she grows becomes stronger. But Eleonora is a rare She is a genius, silently honing her sword skills, and soon my long fangs will no longer be able to bite her. She is indeed a genius, as long as it does not kill her, she will quickly learn to crack it and grow stronger.

Yura looked at the dragon scales on his hand:

When did it start to change... maybe it started when she ate the first dragon heart. I only remember how beautiful her dragon flames were, how elegant her sword skills were... but she ignored the danger. I have always I thought it was the cursed blood that had tainted her, but now I think about it, maybe her dragon flame has buried a haze from the beginning. Her heart... has been occupied by the dragon. Even if she is allowed to kill her mother, I'm afraid There will be no hesitation.”

Yura spoke, looked up at the position of the volcano, and swore to his heart and the gods in the sky:

She is a monster trained by me. I must kill her.

But you have failed several times. Wuming said.

Yura smiled bitterly: I'm used to it. Before she became a Blood Finger, I already lost more than I won. I am only good at using this long tooth to deal with giant beasts. My experience in killing people was only after hunting the Blood Finger. It’s accumulated slowly.”

Do you need me to give you some advice? Wuming asked.

No need, I am already grateful for this body. Yura said, I have already asked Patch about the technique, and he said some very useful things, which I am now realizing.

Yura thrust his tusks up and down, imagining and formulating ways to fight in the air.

You are indeed masters, and those skills are very useful to me. Yura pointed his sword directly at the volcano, Next time we meet, my growth rate will exceed hers, and I will definitely be able to cut off her ambitions. I have a hunch that in the next duel, The winner would be me.”

Have a premonition? Wuming didn't believe it, Is your premonition accurate?

The swordsmanship in our hometown is not as strict as yours, Patch. Yura said, Many times, the swordsmanship relies on the sword skills that have been tempered over time and our feelings.

Then I wish you success. Wuming toasted to Yura, If you don't take her down, I will take action myself.

Next time we meet... Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you... Yura murmured, clenching the hilt of the knife, I will extinguish your ambition...

The audience hall of the Volcano Official Residence, or the audience hall, is more like a huge ring-shaped crater. The upper part is filled with mist, making it difficult to see the sky.

The blood gas formed a thick fog and the flames stirred, making it almost impossible to see the surrounding scene clearly.

A blood-red double-headed knife was quietly stuck on the ground. Not far away, the black iron armor decorated with the body of a flying dragon was torn to pieces like a rag. A large amount of minced meat was mixed with the twisted armor, and the blood did not seep through. The ground, because the ground was already blood red.

In the thick fog, something huge moved its body, setting off a storm, blowing away the blood mist, revealing a picture of hell.

Bodies were piled on the ground, forming mountains, with no boundaries visible at a glance.

The charred corpses were hugged into human pillars and stretched into the mist of the sky.

Countless armor fragments of various forms were scattered beside the mountain of corpses, silently telling the tragic battles that had taken place here.

In the center of the audience hall, there was a huge object. At first glance, it seemed to be a hand with a clenched fist and all five fingers. But if you look closely, you will find that it is covered with snake scales, which are constantly squirming.

At the edge of the audience hall, Laya covered her mouth and looked at the giant beast in the middle of the audience hall in horror:

What is that... didn't you say you would take me to see my parents...

Behind La Ya, the man put his hands on La Ya’s shoulders:

Don't worry, you will see it soon. Let me tell you all the truth...