Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Before I came here, I thought it would be very dangerous. Unexpectedly, it was very quiet.

On the frozen river of Huasheng Snowfield, a small team of people was escorting a car.

The car was a very ordinary coffin, and the people exploring the way in front were also ordinary immortals and snow-capped mountain monsters. But on both sides of the coffin, there were two night cavalry.

The two night cavalry glanced at Fengxue and communicated casually.

Another Night Rider said:

The thunder and lightning along the way disappeared, and there are no Michaela's shooters on the road. Fortunately, we did a lot of homework before setting off on the road, but it is all expired.

It's probably because everyone has been transferred to Ceremony Town. It's all thanks to that caravan. Night Cavalry said.

The Night Cavalry looked around, his sharp eyes piercing the wind and snow. They did not follow the unknown trade routes opened with little bonfires. The trade route usually has little defense force and is even more conspicuous. In order to escort them secretly, they chose a more remote place with repeated twists and turns to avoid possible tracking.

Along the way, they saw no one. In this way, we walked all the way to the riverbed glacier. The wind suddenly picked up and the snow and wind became even more violent.

Someone is coming, be careful. The Night Cavalry reminded the golden people who were opening the way.

The two knights on the battlefield recognized at a glance that the strong wind was a man-made force.

The power of Storm City? Night Cavalry guessed.

In the wind and snow, a figure broke through the wind curtain and appeared next to the motorcade. After a while, the storm subsided, revealing the full appearance of these people.

The Night Cavalry discovered that people from three levels inside and three levels outside were surrounded near the coffin.

How come there are so many... The Night Cavalry became solemn, Were they invisible before?

Correct answer. The leader said, Hand over Mikaela, don't end up losing both sides.

Whose subordinates are you? Night Cavalry asked, Do you want to be the enemy of the Royal City?

We are not anyone's subordinates, we are just a group of people responsible for our own future. The man said, But once, we were in the Round Table.

The two night cavalrymen stood together and looked at each other:

Hand it in?

Hand it over.

Two night cavalrymen galloped out, actually abandoning the big coffin, and rushed out from the weak spot of the crowd, dragging swords and halberds and heavy flails, cutting a bloody path along the way.

After rushing out of the crowd, the two night cavalry drew an arc along the outside of the crowd, calculated the approximate number of people, and then circled around the outside killing the attackers.

The attackers were frightened and angry, changed direction, and started fighting with the night cavalry.

The Night Cavalry are the elite who have hunted heroes, but these Momochi's men are not ordinary warriors, and they are large in number and well prepared.

The ice surface of the river broke open, and several bed crossbows were pulled out from under the glacier. Together with the crossbowmen and gunners, they bombarded the night cavalry in the distance.

Several people pulled up the horse ropes, tripped the funeral horse of the Night Cavalry and assassinated it. The Night Cavalry then fought on foot, brandishing their weapons, and fought with great swagger, not giving in at all in the sea of ​​people. Occasionally, he would break out a bloody path, then he would put down his weapon, summon the funeral horse again, and mount the horse to fight.

The mountain demon escorting the coffin became furious and attacked the nearby assassins, causing chaos.

The snow-white glacier gradually turned blood red.

The battle was stalemate, but the balance of victory finally tilted towards Momochi's men.

After all, there are only two night cavalry, and these men of Momochi were once responsible for helping Momochi hunt down demigods. With detailed intelligence, various methods emerged one after another, and the Night Cavalry gradually became tired of dealing with them.

It seems that this is the end of the explanation. The night cavalry holding a sword-bladed halberd said to his teammates.

The Night Cavalry raised his flail and nodded silently.

Then the two cavalrymen summoned the funeral horses, jumped through the crowd, and returned to the coffin carriage again.

The mountain monster had died in battle, and its huge body was piled next to the carriage. The night cavalry used the corpses of the mountain demon and the funeral horses as a wall to block the attack, wielded their weapons, and smashed the wheels of the coffin in several blows.

After doing this, wandering through the night, the two gods of death, who were mourning countless warriors and heroes, finally lost their strength and fell beside the coffin.

Baozhi's men stood on the body of the mountain demon and looked down at the Night Cavalry.

The Night Cavalry said: It was such a fierce battle. The battle lasted so long. The royal city should have received the news. The wheel is damaged and the mountain demon is dead. Can you take this car away?

The elite soldiers of King Blessing are well-deserved. Baizhi's men said, But what we want is not a car, but a cocoon. As for how to take it away, you don't have to worry about it.

The sword fell from his hand, the last touch of blood was spilled, and the night cavalry fell.

Bai Zhi’s subordinates commanded:

Open the coffin, take out the cocoons, and then move the bones of these two people in. If you die in a bloody battle, you may be able to return home as a hero.

No one moved around.

Hurry up. Momochi's men scolded, We don't have much time.

We...can't move. Someone said in horror.

Can't move?? Baozhi's men tried to move their bodies, but found that it was difficult for them to move, as if they were caught by some force and fell into stagnation.

Mikayla? Momochi's men murmured, and he said loudly, Ms. Mikayla, we know that without your permission, we cannot harm you. You should also be a person who knows destiny. The fate of the demigods has already been Blocked by Queen Malika. We need your power and your Great Rune to promote changes in the border area. We may not be able to become the masters of the Great Rune, but the power will not disappear, and sooner or later we will become the force that breaks through the shackles of fate. .Please go to death!

The wind and snow fell silent for a moment, and a hoarse sigh came from the coffin:

I don't know whether I can succeed or not, but I have to risk my life to fight against the Night Cavalry. I have understood your will. However... I don't want to die helplessly in front of fate, and if I want to hand over my life, I will hand over a large number of people. Rune, I want to hand it over to another person.

Michaela said: Besides, you made a mistake. It was not me who made you unable to move.

In the battlefield of Huasheng Snowfield, Baozhi's men were horrified to find that the blood on the battlefield began to fly up against gravity, forming a blood-red vortex above the coffin.

In the round table hall, Sir Baizhi was sitting at his desk, sorting out a personnel file.

A large stack of files under his command had been put away in a filing bag.

Baizhi sighed: A bunch of silly kids, you who resist fate will only become part of the whirlpool of fate. How can the blood king really be bound by chains?

The blood-red vortex spread and grew, turning into a huge wing.

Blood King Mengge, with black feathers on his back, emerged from the blood pool and slowly landed on the coffin.

Meng stood on the top of the coffin, half-kneeling, then completely knelt down and kissed the top of the coffin:

Dear Michaela, I'm here.

King of Fragments... Baizhi's hands trembled, feeling the power coming from the fragments of the magic ring.

Meng stood up, looked at the crowd of people surrounding the carriage, and stabbed into the air with his sharp claws.

His fingertips disappeared, as if they were pierced into some invisible void, and then he pulled out a huge trident from the void, bringing out a lot of blood at the same time.

Meng spread his arms:

A little farewell is better than a wedding. Come on, give us fireworks for our happy reunion!

The surrounding wind and snow disappeared, replaced by a dense blood.

The body of the person standing at the front exploded. Every tissue and fiber in the body was torn apart by the roaring explosion. Blood boils and erupts from the body, turning the person into a gorgeous bright red bomb.

The fragments of the bomb spread to others, like a virus, causing another explosion.

The crowd surrounding the coffin started from the inner circle and exploded layer by layer toward the outer circle.

When the pure white snowfield is covered with bloody roses, deathly silence returns to the snowfield. With the coffin as the center, as far as the eye could see, there was no flesh and blood left.

Meng felt the deathly tranquility, jumped off the roof of the car with satisfaction, and kissed the coffin.

Dear Michaela, I understand that you entrusted me to my brother in front of me just because you want me to pick you up, right?

Meng kissed the coffin again and couldn't help but grinning wider and wider, revealing his sharp teeth:

Little Michaela revealed her whereabouts in front of me just because she wanted me to kiss her, right? Don't worry, you have my blood in your body, and I can feel it no matter where you run away. That is a more intimate connection than the connection between blood relatives.”

The closer they got, the harder it was to control themselves. Like a woodpecker, he hit the coffin crazily with the ominous tumor on his head, forcing a hole in it.

Meng squeezed his head in and stared at the giant cocoon in the darkness with one eye, a smile blooming on his face:

Mengge is here.

Suddenly, Meng felt that the giant cocoon was getting farther and farther away from him, even disappearing from sight.

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You little kitten, what else can you do? Can you escape from my grasp? You can't!

In the Holy Tree Store, Wuming was playing with the black cat. He was tumbling with his hands as fast as lightning, making it impossible for the black cat to escape from the force in his palms.

What are you doing? Patch couldn't understand.

I'm practicing my hand speed, the cat can't fly! Wuming drew a ball with his hands and kept pulling the black cat.

Too bad for the cat. Be careful of stress, Patch said.

Wuming was stunned for a moment and stopped:

What is stress? What happens?

Make some irrational actions, such as biting you. Patch said. Some veterans who come back from the battlefield will not be able to adapt to normal life, and they will be destroyed physically and mentally.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black cat's mouth was already embedded in Wuming's palm.

Wuming had a cat hanging on his hand and said to Patch:

Michaela should be here soon. When he comes, we can continue to advance. I heard that his pure gold is not afraid of corruption.

It'd better be that way, said Patch.

Wuming narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, not caring about the cat's nibbling:

It's so smooth. I haven't felt this smooth for a long time. It's as smooth as if the immortal can defecate again.

It's a metaphor that fits the characteristics of the undead, Patch said.

A burst of light was projected in front of the two people, and Serui's figure appeared:

I'm afraid it won't go so smoothly. There's something going on over there with Michaela.

What's the situation? Wuming immediately became alert.

My monitoring found that a large number of people gathered in the Huasheng Snowfield Glacier area, Serui said. There were so many people that I detected them even through the wind and snow.

The person escorting Michaela? Wuming guessed.

It won't be so majestic, and the movement direction is wrong. It's not like a convoy, but gathered in the same area. Serui said, I guess that area is the convoy that secretly escorted Mikayla. Someone should think Intercept Mikayla.”

Patch suddenly thought: Someone is coveting Mikaela's big rune. He is the most vulnerable demigod.

Isn't he the most terrifying demigod? Wuming said, No one can hurt him, right?

Then who knows. Patch said, What if the other party finds a way, or there is an assassin like Black Knife who is not under Mikaela's control.

Okay, let me go. Wuming said, This unlucky kid really doesn't make anyone worry.

Wuming shook the cat on his hand, only to find that the cat was holding its arms, quite stubbornly.

I'm going to fight. You're really not afraid of death. Wuming touched the black cat's head.

Wuming was not too nervous. Since he was a gathering of people, he would not be too strong. He left the sacred tree with the cat and walked into the wind and snow.

Se Rui condensed the magic shells and blasted a straight line in the snowfield in front of Wuming to guide him. Wuming followed this straight line and rushed forward.

After walking for a long time, Wuming didn't see any enemies, but he saw a blood-red land.

The smell of blood accompanied by the undead was sensed by Wuming, which felt a bit familiar to Wuming.

People from the Blood Dynasty? Wuming was still guessing that the group of people were the remnants of the Blood Dynasty who had burst out from nowhere, when they saw a single coffin car scattered in the middle of the blood-red field.

Oops, have you been kidnapped already... Wuming walked a few steps quickly and walked around to the other side of the coffin. His steps slowed down and he seemed a little hesitant.

In front of the coffin, there was also a tall and ferocious Son of Omen who was gorgeously dressed, with wings on his back.

The head of the son of ill omen was embedded in the car door.

What kind of shape is it? Wuming was a little confused, so he walked over and opened the car door.

The car door jammed the face of the Son of Omen, and drove the body of the Son of Omen, smoothly drawing his body into a perfect arc. The bloody snow under his wings was also drawn into a fan shape, and a few black feathers fell down, like One page of watermelon.

Wuming opened the door and looked at the ominous face on the other side of the door: Have you ever seen a giant cocoon? There is a person in the cocoon, her name is Michaela.

The evil omen's face moved, and he pursed his lips. He looked past Wuming and stared directly at the interior of the coffin.

Wuming also looked over and breathed a sigh of relief:

It turns out it's still there, that's good.

Why did you come... Michaela said, her hoarse voice a bit unbelievable, You shouldn't have come...

Se Rui told me that a group of people gathered at your place, and they were detected by him through the wind and snow. They asked me to come and rescue you. Wuming said, But it seems that they have been solved by others.

The unknown hand walked through the door and shook Meng's hand:

thank you.

Mengge suddenly became furious, the door frame shattered, and the holy spear pointed directly at Wuming:

Who are you? Do you want a third party to intervene!

ah?

Before Wuming could react, Meng had already rushed over with the holy spear:

I will not hand Michaela over to you! Michaela is mine!