Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The festival lasts from night to day.

The battle did not end until the stars were hidden in the light of the golden tree.

The warriors rushed forward and followed each other in an endless stream.

He managed to make a few holes in Latarn's armor.

When the soldiers were tired from fighting, they went back to the unknown stall to rest and buy a piece of brave meat and a drop of dung beetle to replenish their physical strength and courage.

But Latane is not fighting a war of attrition.

When he gets excited about fighting, he will grab a warrior and start chewing it boldly.

Roger was a little embarrassed, sorting out the damaged clothes and helping Wuming set up a stall.

You're not going to challenge anymore? Wuming asked.

Roger shook his head: I feel like it's unnecessary for me to go. I don't see any hope of winning.

As time went by, more and more people stayed at the unknown stall.

Many people have given up.

Only when you really face the demigods do you realize that the honor of a warrior is not so easy to obtain.

The sense of oppression brought by Latan was far greater than any enemy they had ever seen before.

Is this the strongest demigod... Warrior Alexander trembled all over, his voice trembling with fear and excitement.

Tsutsubo, a powerful warrior recognized by all the warriors, was knocked out of the battlefield from the sand dunes with only one blow from Latan.

The body of his pot cracked, and a broken piece fell from the back of his butt, leaking out a lot of meat.

Wuming picked up the pieces of meat and didn't shy away from it. He grilled it directly on the barbecue, sprinkled it with spices, and sold it to Alexander.

Seeing Alexander's speechless look, Wuming suddenly said: Oh, by the way, you can't eat meat, you can only eat the corpses of soldiers.

Wuming stood out from the crowd and patted his chest:

Don't worry, I operate with integrity. If I say I'll get a body for you, I will definitely get it for you.

Wuming stepped into the portal.

Not long after, Wuming came back from the river with a big arrow stuck in his butt.

He grabbed the corpse of a rotten knight in one hand, held two more in his arms, and carried two more on his shoulders. There is also a corrupt knight hanging on the big arrow on his butt.

Wuming had an arrow hanging on his butt, and ran to Alexander like a normal person, and threw the body away:

Come on, eat it. You're welcome. Do you want me to add some cumin to you? Is it too much? This whole one is no bigger than a piece of meat. It costs at least 10,000 pieces.

Alexander didn't bargain, he handed over the runes, opened the lid on the top of the pot and stuffed the corpse inside.

Alexander is curious:

How come they are all Knights of Corruption, but where is the Knight of Red Lion? I heard that the Wailing Dunes is an ancient battlefield.

I don't know, maybe they were all eaten by Latarn. Wuming shrugged and pulled out the big purple spear behind his butt, making a crisp sound.

Hearing the sound, Jie Lian finally couldn't stand it anymore.

You can't do this! He held Wuming's shoulders, and the beard on the old man's mask trembled with anger, What does this look like now? It's simply a farce!

Latan survived the night, isn't it pretty good? Wuming said, Is it my fault that they can't defeat you?

Just as he was talking, Neferi also flew over from the sand dune.

She persisted the longest, and every time she failed, she would repair herself from Wuming and continue the challenge.

Neferi had been repaired nine times and challenged nine times. At this time, she also had nine more bruises on her body.

Roger wrapped gauze around Neferi and wiped the bruises. The pain made Neferi grimace.

So strong! Neferi grinned in pain, her eyes flashing with stars, Is this the strongest demigod? It's so powerful, I want to continue!

Roger pushed Neferi down:

Your hand is broken, so save it. No one will challenge you anymore.

Neferi was dissatisfied: It's just a broken bone. No one challenges me. What does it have to do with me?

Then there will be no one to help you attract firepower. Roger said, If you lose again, you will directly become Latarn's meal. We, the unfavored faders, may not have a chance to challenge again. .”

Although Neferi was dissatisfied, thinking that her adoptive father might ask her to perform tasks, she had to give up and no longer persist.

The sky was filled with scarlet again, and Latarn looked up to the sky and cried out in pain.

Although it was a heartbreaking cry, the soldiers on the other side of the mourning sand dune were obviously even more miserable.

At this time, the soldiers were basically lying on the side, waiting for unknown treatment and supplies, falling into a dead silence and silence like a defeated army.

In this festival, the only protagonist is Latarn.

People were just admiring Latarn's use of various methods and postures to defeat the brave men who came to challenge him.

In this battle, despite Wuming's continuous supplies, a full 20% of the people were lost. Most of them were embroidered pillows who were dazzled by fame, wealth and big runes, as well as soldiers who pretended to be greedy for big runes.

The elevator came down again and two people came over.

The festival has already started. The visitor said, Why are there so many people here? It doesn't look like it's already over?

The voice sounded familiar to Wuming. When he turned around, he saw a tall and burly man with a furry wolf head.

Blaize? What are you doing here? Wuming said.

I'm here to attend the festival, Blaze said.

Wuming breathed a sigh of relief:

I thought you were here to steal business from me.

I'm a warrior, okay. Blaze rolled his eyes at Wuming.

Then why did you come? Wuming said.

Blaze coughed:

The real strong ones always come out in the finale.

The equally burly armored man who came with Blaze laughed and patted Blaze:

He was lost and worried when he looked at the stars in the sky, so I brought him here.

This man is extremely burly, and his armor may be thicker than Latarn's. The huge argali horns are covered with light golden iron armor, as if he is wearing stone armor.

In addition to this heavy armor, he also carried a huge rock hammer that was no lighter than the armor.

Just from the visual effect, it gives people a strong and tough feeling.

Wuming understood clearly and looked at Blaze playfully:

What a nice guy.

The strong man wearing goat horns laughed:

It's nothing. The border is not peaceful. People who have faded have to help each other.

Good idea! Wuming immediately agreed with this person, What's your name?

My name is Tragus, 'Bighorn' Tragus. The man shook hands with Wuming.

My name is Wuming. Wuming handed Tragus a piece of brave meat from the barbecue grill, The merchant setting up a stall here, I will give you a piece of meat when we meet for the first time.

Tragus did not refuse, took off his helmet boldly, and began to eat and drink.

Give me a piece too. Blaze stretched out his hand, I'm about to challenge the strongest demigod.

Five thousand runes.

So expensive?

Then don't eat it, it's the finale. Wuming mocked Blaze.

Blaze glared at him and handed over the rune.

He gnawed on pieces of meat, took off the heavy sword from his back, and stepped into the portal.

Two minutes later, Blaze was photographed.

Not even Blaze... Jie Lian was disappointed.

Jielian had been a guest of Kallia, and he knew Blaze and others. He understood Blaze's strength and knew what he was doing here.

We can only wait until the general is a little weaker. Jie Lian announced.

The soldiers present were all exhausted, and when they heard what Jie Lian said, they didn't show much dissatisfaction.

After all, they all saw how strong the legendary strongest demigod was.

The power that could destroy the world made them feel that there was no shame in waiting.

More people praised him in their hearts: He is indeed the strongest demigod.

The most regrettable thing is that Jie Lian couldn't go down in one go, and the festival was still far from what he expected.

Jie Lian sighed secretly, and a bunch of gorgeous flower bones were handed to him.

Wuming was holding up a cluster of red plants.

What are you doing? Jie Lian was puzzled.

I'll sell it to you for ten thousand runes a piece, Wuming said.

Jie Lian was furious.

Most of the solemnity of this festival was broken up by Wuming's strange stalls and shouts, and now he actually took all the business on himself.

It’s so expensive!

Do you think I'm one of those brainless warriors?

Jie Lian waved his hand to scatter the flower bones in Wuming's hand:

No, don't bother me, what are you selling?

Holy Blood Tree Buds. Wuming said, I think you can use the Corruption Moss Medicine. After all, Latarn cannot be cured by prayer now.

Jie Lian froze, identifying the gorgeous flower bones that he scattered to the ground.

That is indeed the Sacred Bloodwood bud.

It was a very valuable material, and he had never seen clusters of Holy Bloodwood buds before.

Jie Lian quickly picked it up and blew the sand on it.

Even if it is not blooming, there is still a ray of sweetness.

Wuming hugged Jie Lian and whispered behind the warriors:

Hurry up and make the Corruption Moss Potion. I'll use it to hold down Latarn.

Unexpectedly, he was still thinking about curing the general...

Seeing that Wuming had not forgotten the agreement, Jie Lian couldn't help but feel less angry with him.

Hold La Tarn so I can continue doing business. Wuming added.