Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Jie Lian was very flustered.

Unexpectedly, the general had just obtained a cure for corruption, but at this moment he could no longer hold on.

Stars shine in the night sky, and the law of star circulation sealed by Latan is breaking free.

Jie Lian's mood was complicated.

If it were before, he would have brought the most magnificent ceremony to the general, but now he had just raised a little hope, but it was so fateful.

Jie Lian wanted to delay for a while, but neither the stars nor the warriors who were looking forward to the ceremony would wait for him.

Sure enough, the stars had just started to shine, and the warriors who had come to participate in the festival all came out of the room and poured into the martial arts field.

This time they no longer fought with each other. They all looked at Jie Lian and waited for the ceremony to begin.

The impatient soldiers had already started shouting:

City Lord, why hasn't the festival started yet?

These impatient warriors are often just people who regard generals as a footnote to their own glory, but lack respect for heroes, which Jie Lian dislikes very much.

Wuming also stood beside Jie Lian, looking at the warriors on the martial arts field, wondering what they were planning.

Jie Lian looked at Wu Ming:

Can you cure General Ratan now?

How is that possible? Wuming said, Latane's poisoning level is no weaker than Millicent's, and he is irrational. You can't make him learn new prayers.

Jie Lian smiled bitterly upon hearing this:

That's all, then the festival can only begin.

Wuming said in a calm tone: Don't worry, Latarn will not die yet.

Jie Lian looked at Wu Ming: Do you have any way to hold these people back?

The soldiers under the unknown spectator stand said to Jie Lian:

I have something urgent to do and I have to leave the city. I'll be back soon.

After saying that, Wuming hurriedly left the city without mentioning how to delay these people.

Wuming flew out directly, spitting fire under his feet and turned into a stream of water and left the city.

When the other soldiers saw Wuming leaving, they were stunned for a while, but soon turned their attention to Jie Lian:

Lord Jielian, please start the festival quickly!

The soldiers howled and stirred, rubbing their hands, wiping their weapons, and inspecting their armor.

Jie Lian hesitated for a moment, then stood on the high platform and said loudly:

Fellow warriors, welcome!

The sky is filled with stars, it’s time for the festival!

The most powerful demigod in the Shattered War, General Ratan, awaits you.

Warriors, fight!

Defeat powerful enemies with full honor and obtain big runes!

The warriors cheered, roared, and were all red with excitement for the honor and battle to come.

Jie Lian added:

But before that, please be patient. I want to tell you the story of General Ratan.

Why are you talking about it again? The warriors suddenly fainted, Haven't they already been told many times?

That's a preview, a rehearsal. Jie Lian glared, General Latarn's ceremony must have a sense of ceremony!

This time, Jie Lian was particularly emotional and eloquent, telling the tragic story of General Ratan.

This time a lot of details have been added.

For example, he specifically said that the pony under General Latarn's crotch, which was no bigger than his hand, was a comrade who had been with him for many years. For example, Latarn learned gravity magic in order to lose weight and go through life and death with the pony.

Gravity magic became the cornerstone of his future challenge to the stars, allowing him to successfully seal the stars and defend the town of Sellia.

The high-spiritedness of General Ratan in his youth contrasted with his hesitation and ignorance today. He could only gnaw on corpses on the battlefield like a wild dog regardless of friend or foe, and cry out in pain to the sky.

Even though they had heard it many times, the soldiers were still affected by this story and felt heavy and tragic.

Jie Lian was supposed to speak in a tragic and passionate way, but he always looked at the time and glanced outside the city to see why Wuming's grandson hadn't come back yet.

Until he finished telling the story in detail, Wuming still didn't come back.

Jie Lian knew that he could not delay it any longer.

Otherwise, he can neither cure the general nor leave a reputation to the general.

Jie Lian roared angrily, raised his sword high and hit the ground: Warrior, the festival has begun! The battle festival has begun! The Latarn festival has begun!

Jielian led the soldiers to take the elevator from the corner of the church, go down to the coast at the bottom of the fortress, and go through the portal to the Wailing Sand Dunes - the location of General Latarn.

Jie Lian sent batches of soldiers to the ancient battlefield, and stood in front of the portal, struggling in his heart.

Are you fighting? Wuming came over with a sack.

You just came? Jie Lian was shocked and angry.

If you don't come early, you won't come later. If you come at this time, Jie Lian feels that Wuming did it on purpose.

What are you doing here now? Are you here to collect the general's body? Jie Lian's voice was a little cold.

What's the hurry? Wuming laughed and threw the sack to the ground. The sack opened and a lot of dung and beetle dew rolled out.

This is it? Jie Lian recognized that it was a drop of dung beetle dew, which could replenish the essence of the Holy Grail bottle, but he didn't understand why Wuming wanted to take this.

General, can you recover after eating this? Jie Lian guessed.

Latan? Wuming shook his head, This is not prepared for him.

That is? Jie Lian was confused.

Just as he was talking, a figure flew up and leaped high, flying like a cannonball from the Wailing Sand Dunes to Wuming Jielian's side, making a big hole in the sand and sending dust flying all over the sky.

I have observed it a long time ago. When you besieged me that day, you also fought and tested the quality. Wuming squatted leisurely and picked up a dew drop, You don't think that if Latarn is going to die, these people can Have you beaten him?

Wuming has fought against Latarn and these warriors before, and knows the strength of both sides.

What kind of strength can a warrior who can be whipped away by his whip have? The festival will only become Latarn's meal.

Wuming's urgent matter was to rush to the Ionian swamp and use the large numbers and mobility of his insect allies to help him collect Galid's dung beetles.

He makes money easily.

Wuming was very upset about not being able to earn red lion runes. Now that he could earn runes, he didn't want to miss it.

Wuming took the dew drop, walked to the big pit, and said with a smile: Do you want the dung beetle dew drop? I can help you replenish your status. It only costs 2,000 runes each.

Jie Lian was stunned when he saw Wu Ming's behavior: What are you doing?

Selling things. Wuming answered matter-of-factly.

You are insulting the festival! Jie Lian was excited.

There is no such thing as a festival. It's a festival when we are evenly matched. This can only be called the harvest season. Wuming said, Lataen cuts the grass, and I harvest the leeks.

In the sky, stubbles of leeks and stubbles of warriors were ejected by gravity magic and landed near the Marika Keystone next to the portal.

Wuming ran over and handed the other person a dung turtle dew drop.

He also set up a barbecue stall here, selling a variety of brave meat cuts, uplifting spices, and even paid strengthening prayers.

Not satisfied with this, he also called the Troll Blacksmith over to help the warriors repair their equipment at any time.

Seeing the money bag expanding at the speed of light, Wuming couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, while Jie Lian's face became darker and darker.