The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 23 Breaking the Storm
Wuming dragged the dung beetle into the circular square, and greeted the muscular man:
"Are you sheltering here too?"

The muscular man turned his head and looked at Wuming with deep eyes.

Another meaning of deep is dim.

"Yo, you are also a fader." Nameless said, "You lost your way too?"

The strong man smiled: "I'm here to visit someone, are you lost?"

Nameless coughed twice in embarrassment:

"If you are not familiar with the place, you will inevitably go wrong."

He changed the subject: "Then you came here on your own initiative? The surrounding area is heavily guarded, how did you come here?"

"I jumped up." The strong man wrote lightly, "What about you?"

"I flew up." Nameless replied.

The strong man laughed: "That's interesting. Are you a dragon or a crow?"

"It's just a thin faded person." Wuming twisted the iron armor on his body.

He looked at the circular square:

"You said you came to visit a person, but you didn't see anyone. There is only this kind of circular ground. Is this the tombstone of the junction?"

In the center of the square, there is a small ring with a magic circle engraved on it, emitting blue light.

"There is still this kind of cemetery..." Wuming murmured.

"This is a sealed prison." The strong man explained, "It is used to detain people who are not convenient to kill."

"Why is it inconvenient to kill, they can't kill?" Wuming said, "For example, if you die, you will be resurrected?"

The strong man shook his head: "Some people are like prisoners of war, and they want to keep their lives. Some people have sensitive identities, but they can't let him go free, that's how it will be."

Wuming grabbed a dung beetle as a cushion, sat opposite the strong man, looked at the feudal prison, and looked at the weather outside, waiting for the storm to stop.

"Who is sealed here?" Wuming asked.

"An old friend of mine, we drank together, fought together, and were exiled together..." The strong man rubbed the pattern of the seal.

"Then you are here to help him escape from prison." Wuming said.

"Prison escape..." the strong man pondered, "It's not impossible, but it will make the people who imprisoned him - and make the local lord furious."

"Greek?" Wuming thought deeply, "Even the weakest demigod is the king of a domain."

"But I have a way." Wuming began to give the strong man a trick, "You can lie to him."

"Cheat?" The strong man asked for Wuming's opinion with his eyes.

"Scare him. Pull a tiger flag and say that you are a subordinate of a powerful demigod, so that he will not dare to retaliate." Wuming said in a serious manner.

The strong man laughed: "It is indeed a good way."

He looked at Wuming with interest:

"Fade, what's your name?"

"Nameless." Nameless said, "What about you?"

"Holelu." The strong man replied.

"Old Lu." Wuming patted Helelu's slender body, "There is no rush to save people. The wind is so strong and you don't wear anything. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? I have some cloth armor here, and I can sell it to you at a lower price."

Nameless dug out some change of clothes and armor from the package, and handed them to the strong man.

Nameless handed over an armguard and compared the size, it was thicker than the strong man's thumb.

Helelu laughed:
"Forget it, this little storm can't cool me down."

Wuming didn't make a deal, so he was a little bit unwilling:

"Go to me when the time comes, and I'll make you a suit of armor."

Helelu shook her head: "No, I have my own armor, just wear it and get it if you want."

Seeing that Laolu didn't get in the oily smoke, Wuming lost his temper, so he sat on the dung beetle and watched the sandstorm outside.

Helelu looked at the dung beetles in Wuming's hands:
"what are these?"

"Dung beetle, have you never seen it in the wild?"

"I know it's a dung beetle, why are you catching so many of them?" Helelu asked.

"Sell it." Wuming said.

"Who can I sell this to?"

"Sell to the fader." Wuming caught a dung beetle, took the dung ball from its hand, and let the dung beetle go.He cracked open the dung ball, passed the dew drops inside to Helelu, cracked one himself, and drank.

Wuming said: "As long as the faders have sufficient supplies and don't need to consider logistical issues, they can have more energy to fight, get more runes, and become stronger."

Helelu disagrees:

"That's too generous, such a fighter can't stand the test."

"I think some tests are not necessary." Wuming said, "Once the supplies are insufficient, even the brave fighters will become hesitant. They need to weigh the gains and losses, and in the end they often have to go back to the original point and make preparations."

"And the fighter who goes forward gets it all and is the winner," Helelou said.

"It's more likely to be a sacrifice for limb grafting." Wuming said.

"That means they are not strong enough. The only criterion for measuring fighters is strength." Helelu said.

"Then there is no need to fight from now on, just arm-wrestling. Whoever is stronger will be the king." Wuming teased, "No wonder Grek wants to connect limbs. If you have more hands, you will be able to wrestle wrists even more."

"That's not what I meant by power," said Helelou.

"That refers to combat power." Wuming said, "The improvement of combat power requires experience, training, adequate nutrition, and proper teaching—these are not things that can be solved by going forward bravely."

"But the strong will understand this in the process of advancing." Helelu said, "The strong need to be cultivated in a harsh environment."

"Geniuses are only a few, and most people are ordinary people." Wuming said.

"So those people were eliminated." Helelu said, "Although it is cruel, the way to become a king is to eliminate many people. A king can only become a king by absorbing the power of many people."

"A king is indeed a king who gathers the power of many people and absorbs the power of many people to become a king." Wuming said, "But after that? Relying on the strength of everyone to grow, we should pay more attention to ordinary people, right?"

"It seems that you have your own understanding of the king." Helelu folded her arms and listened carefully.

It's just that his muscles are too exaggerated, which makes his chest muscles bulge out, more like he wants to hit someone.

Wuming leaned over, gathered the wind and sand on the ground, and piled up a small sand dune.Then more sand was gathered to create a taller and larger dune.

"More sand can pile up higher hills." Wuming said, "Those who stand on the top will be taller."

"Interesting theory." Helelu looked at the dune thoughtfully.

"It's not a theory, it's my personal experience." Wuming admired the sandstorm outside, "Look at this world, how energetic it is, if it can become more energetic, it will definitely produce more powerful people."

"The most powerful person in the borderland should be the first King of Elden, Godfrey, who ruled the borderland, right?" Wuming stretched out a finger and pushed down the small sand dune.

"In terms of scale, maybe in the future we will be able to produce fighters stronger than the legendary Godfrey."

Holelu's eyes lit up:

"A fighter stronger than Godfrey?"

"It's just a possibility of the future." Wuming said, "But I believe in this future."

"Do you think helping the weak can make them stronger than Godfrey?" Godfrey asked.

"Believe in the possibility of people." Wuming smiled, "You may not believe it, I used to be as fragile as a long-lived person, but now I am much stronger."

Helelu looked at Wuming's small body:

"You're not that strong right now."

"Hey, I don't want to hear this." Wuming refused to accept it, "Let's compare strength, whoever says big is strong."

Holly laughed:
"Why not, let me try your warrior way."

Helelu got off the boulder she was sitting on, and wrestled with Wuming on the boulder.

The two put their arms on the boulder, and Helelu's forearm was several times thicker than Wuming's armor.

Wuming didn't brag, his strength was indeed great.Helelu calmly weighed the nameless strength.With his physique, it is indeed quite remarkable.

"But this is not enough." The muscles on Helelu's arm became more and more swollen, and his strength was still increasing.

Even though he couldn't see Wuming's expression with the helmet on, he could feel his blushing.

Helelu looked at Wuming in surprise.

The red heat is not an illusion, the nameless armor actually started to heat up, and the huge heat was transferred from the armor to Helelu's hand, as if it was going to roast Helelu's palm.

"Good way." Helelu laughed, and didn't mind this kind of arm wrestling that didn't seem like a competition of strength.

He ignored the heat in his hand and pushed harder.

But Wuming still persisted.

As Helelu increased her strength, a voice began to increase, gradually covering up the sound of the sandstorm and becoming clearer.

Nameless lowered his head slightly, and a bright light shone through the peephole.

Wuming was wearing a full-body iron armor. At this time, a substance similar to sparks or burnt trees was ejected from the gaps in the iron armor.

A sound like a wrought iron bellows came from the nameless armor, and the sound was still getting sharper.

The sound of the bellows soon became a screech, accompanied by sparks spewing from the armor.

Helelu has a kind of understanding, it seems that there is a giant tree that has grown for thousands of years and hides in the nameless body, like a bellows full of wood and coal.At this time, these substances were burning violently, driving huge machines, challenging him.

The heat he felt in his hand was not Wuming's use of some low-handed method, but the heat that was naturally generated when the huge engine was ignited.

Feeling a power greater than that of a giant puppet, Helelu shouted excitedly:
"it is good!"

Helelu increased her power again, blood emerged on the surface of her body, her meridians exploded, and she wanted to burst out of her body.

His gray beard fell down, his eyes were wide open, and a smile appeared on his mouth unconsciously.

Suddenly, Helelu frowned.

Under the elbows of the two, the boulder cracked and exploded in an instant, sending up wind and sand all over the sky.

"Bah, bah, bah." Wuming spat out sand, "The quality of this stone is not good..."

Wuming was about to complain to Helelu, when he suddenly found another figure appeared behind Helelu's burly back in the dust. That figure was thickly haired, even more exaggerated than Helelu's long beard and hair.

But when the smoke cleared, the figure disappeared again.

"Strange things..." Wuming said.

Helelu waved her hand, set off a strong wind, scattered the smoke and dust into the distance, and laughed loudly:

"It seems that there is no way to tell the winner this time, but you are not lying, you are very strong."

"Of course, I operate with integrity." Wuming said.

"You were really an immortal before?" Helelu asked.

"Maybe not as good." Wuming said.

"Okay!" Helelu picked up a dung beetle by herself, crushed the Dettol, and drank it in one gulp, "I'm looking forward to what kind of monsters you can cultivate with your warrior way."

"Thank you for your blessings, but material help is more practical." Wuming stretched out his hand to Helelu, "Two dung beetles, one thousand runes, thank you for your patronage."

Helelu spread her hands: "Do you look like I'm rich?"

Helelu has only a loincloth on her body and a pair of combat boots under her feet.

Besides the boots, the only place to hide the money is probably his super-long beard and hair.

Wuming stepped up: "Unlucky, I ran into a poor ghost."

Helelu patted Wuming: "I don't drink yours for nothing, I'll help you find the way out."

"How to find it?" Wuming regained his spirit.

"The right way is in that direction." Helelu pointed in one direction.

Wuming's spirit collapsed again:
"It's useless to just give a direction. The dust is too thick. If you can't see clearly, it's easy to get lost."

"Don't worry, just look for that direction." Helelu said, "I'll take care of the wind and sand."

"Can you still deal with wind and sand?" Wuming was surprised, "You are a magician? Magic that can control the weather is rare."

"Haha, look at it." Helelu walked to the edge of the sealed prison and opened her arms, as if to embrace the strong wind.

Wuming saw Helelu's back muscles suddenly knotted together, and all the muscles in her body bulged.

Helelu's outstretched arms suddenly closed, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and slapped her.

The shock wave expanded along the slap, and a transparent and distorted sphere extended from the slap.

The dust all over the sky suddenly dispersed.A force more violent than the storm dominated the world, and the sky became clear all of a sudden.

Helelu's beard and hair scattered under the impact, like an angry lion.

"I'm Zhuo." Wuming stared at the suddenly clear sky, his eyes straightened.

Helelu raised her voice: "Hurry up, or the storm will close again."

Helelu's voice awakened Wuming, and he drove away groups of dung beetles and pushed those dewdrop balls on their way.

"Thank you, Lao Lu." Wuming waved while running, "I will give you a [-]% discount in the future."

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Below the Tower of Gailide, a warrior dressed as a flame monk stood in front of the door.

This flame martial arts monk did not have the black iron armor with the face of a cyclops like those flame martial arts monks on the snow mountain with a bright red jacket, but replaced the bright red jacket with a gray jacket.

This is the costume feature that imitates the god skin, which means that the flame martial artist has deviated from the identity of the flame watcher, no longer stays on the snow mountain to guard the flame, and turns around to surrender to the forbidden black flame of the god skin apostles.

A voice came from afar.

A person climbed down the stairs and came to this black flame martial arts monk.

The person who came was also wearing armor, and the armor was covered with eyes and ears, which looked strange and terrifying.

"Sir Baizhi." Black Flame martial arts cultivator bowed, "You came here in person, did you have something to do with Lord Shenpi? I will report it."

"Let's go together," said Gideon Offnell, Pakage. "I have business with you."

(End of this chapter)