Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

When leaving Hyde Fortress, Wuming was surrounded by twenty more demi-humans.

With nearly forty demi-humans, six horses, a golden chariot, and the Gray Knight on the wheel, Wuming embarked on the return journey.

He sat cross-legged on the chariot, thinking about the news Hyde had revealed.

Greg is gathering Nimgefu's troops just to deal with him.

is it necessary?

Maybe it's really necessary.

Greg's predicament is that the entire Nimgefu is obsessed with him.

According to Hyde, when Greg fled from the Royal City to Nimgefu, his men also followed many elite soldiers from the Royal City.

But all these combat powers were squandered by him.

First, he provoked the Valkyrie and lost his troops, and because of the massive limb-reattachment ceremony, whether he sent troops to suppress rebellions that broke out in various places, or he suddenly wanted to take his loyal men to have their limbs reattached, his troops became increasingly stretched.

The whole area of ​​Ningmu Gefu was also tortured to death by the limb-repairing ceremony.

The red-robed girl I met that day at Storm Hill was a royal noble from a small country.

The royal family and nobles were all summoned to have their limbs reattached. It was obvious that Nimgefu did not have much power that could be controlled by Greg. `

On the other hand, Wuming's side includes immortals, hybrids, demi-humans, and no one is normal except for dead ones.

Wuming tilted his body and glanced at the wheel.

Now there are also dead ones.

The knight on the wheel died when the carriage traveled more than ten miles, and became a dead man.

However, even if he becomes a Deathborn, his flesh and blood cannot break free from the imprisonment of gold and black iron.

His weak resistance could only provide a steady stream of power to the carriage.

Would it be possible for the dead to pull the cart... We can build a waterwheel and put the dead into it... Wuming began to think about the development and application of the dead.

After thinking about it, Wuming continued to think about Greg's affairs.

The people in his shop are all marginalized people of the Golden Tree and have not been favored by the limb-repairing ceremony.

In addition to the marginal characters of the Immortal demihumans, the Church of Airei's biggest reliance is the Kaidan mercenaries and the Faded Ones.

The Kaidan are elite soldiers on the battlefield, and the Faded are the descendants of those warriors who fought in all directions.

Patch's old shop is now very popular. Judging from the bone fragments sold, at least nearly a thousand faded people are their regular customers.

These faded ones have the same interests as the Church of Airei. They are the enemies of Grek and are the sharpest knives of the New Round Table.

If Greg really wanted to fight each other and the two sides would fight to the death, that would be a good time for the Faded Ones to behead them.

After some calculation, Wuming felt that there was no need to worry about Greg, as the strength of both sides was evenly matched.

But Greg is already at the end of his strength, and his new round table is still adding new power.

Thinking of this, Wuming relaxed.

As long as no other forces cause trouble, his round table will be safe.

Nowadays, the border area has almost come to a standstill, and all the major forces with names and names have become silent. If nothing unexpected happens, there should be no accidents...

The woods were stirring, and a man riding a short and skinny donkey jumped out of the woods, passing by the nameless team.

Wuming pulled the reins and stopped the chariot to prevent the chariot from tearing apart the intruders.

This is a wandering ethnic businessman, carrying an erhu on his back and wearing the same merchant clothes as Gale.

On the donkey's back were two small parcels containing goods.

The merchant stopped on the other side of the unknown queue, and two packages were thrown to the ground, with meat falling all over the floor.

The wandering businessman looked panicked and shouted to Wuming:

Help!

The security situation in Hyde is so bad. Why is it that the first thing you say when you meet someone is to shout for help? Wuming wondered.

But considering that Hyde's city has been captured, it is not incomprehensible for the security police near his territory.

Don't be afraid, we are traveling together and I am also a businessman. Tell me what happened? Wuming asked the wandering businessman calmly.

The wandering businessman was in shock. He just pointed behind him, his lips were trembling and he was speechless.

Wuming looked in the direction of his finger. The grass was quiet and no one was following him.

No one -

Before he finished speaking, a big sword was thrown out, breaking through the bushes like a sharp arrow and stabbing straight into the face of the wandering businessman.

Wuming immediately pulled the reins, and the reins were tightened. The huge force was transmitted along the reins to the horse's bit. The war horse was in pain, and everyone stood up and neighed.

The power of the six horses acted at the same time, and the golden chariot was lifted up a little, higher than the wandering businessman riding a donkey, just enough to block the big sword.

But what surprised Wuming was that a huge force came from the big sword and pushed the golden chariot half a meter sideways against the wheels.

Fortunately, the wandering businessman had the knight Grek as one side of the wheel, and the spikes on the knife wheel had been bent by Wuming and were not stabbed through.

The chariot moved half a meter sideways and came close to the wandering merchant.

The helmet of the Grek knight on the wheel was thrown off, and a bloody half-skull was revealed on the neck that had been twisted into a human shape, roaring at the crotch of the wandering businessman.

The wandering businessman peed on the spot, and a stream of fishy liquid poured down his trousers and onto the head of the Death Knight.

Wuming had no time to pay attention to the close contact between the wandering businessman and the dead man on the other side of the wheel. He stared at the flat-headed broad sword embedded in the wheel, puzzled.

Wuming is now a businessman, but he was once a warrior who had experienced many battles, and he still had a rough judgment on the speed and power of weapons.

Just now he dared to drive to block the sword, but the speed of the sword was not fast enough to react.

And there is no reason why a sword with that speed can move a huge golden carriage half a meter sideways.

Wuming observed the big sword. Although it was very thick, it didn't have that much mass.

Is it some new material?

Wuming stretched out his hand curiously, wanting to silence the sword.

The expression of the big sword was filled with a layer of red light, and the invisible force took control of the big sword. It broke free from the wheels and suddenly flew back to the woods.

It turns out there is an external force. Wuming suddenly realized.

The demihumans screamed and raised their sticks, trying to rush over. The woods are their territory, and they are confident that they can drive out the mysterious guy in the woods.

Everyone come back. Wuming shouted to Zhiyan, and arranged them all behind the carriage, using the carriage as a wall.

Wuming was the only person standing in front of the carriage. He jumped off the carriage and raised his sword and shield to face the woods.

Several red lights flashed, and bushes and trees broke and exploded, forming an open field.

The people the wandering merchants were hiding from finally came out.

The person who came was tall, covered in old and rusty chain mail, and strangely styled ancient armor.

Holding a big sword and a big shield, both the shield and the armor were covered with rusty iron spines.

Red iron filings and blood were sprinkled on his armor, and the strong smell of rust could be smelled even from a few meters away.

What a great man, what a skill. Wuming said loudly, What problem can't be solved peacefully? Why bother a poor butcher?

The strong man in strange armor responded to Wuming with silence. The sword slowly rotated around his wrist, like a bloodthirsty falcon, ready to rush out of the master's arms at any time and devour anyone.

We really can't have a nice chat? Wuming asked, You're pretty good at it. You can come to me as a teacher. I'm also a businessman, and my salary is negotiable—

The sound of breaking through the air came out again, and the big sword went straight to Wuming's face.

Wuming held up his shield to block the sword.

His feet sank deep into the soil, plowing two deep marks until they reached the wheels of the carriage.

The sword was still spinning, trying to get into Wuming's shield.

Wuming stood against the sword, his eyes exposed from above the shield.

The fabric on Wuming's armor became torn, and dense scratches were left on his steel armor.

Bearing the attack personally, Wuming finally understood the secret of the opponent's attack.

A stream of energy wraps around the sword. This energy provides extra strength to the sword, and also fills the entire body of the sword with fine, sharp power.

It's like there are many small blades distributed around the sword, and the shark bites everything around it like it is migrating.

Wuming was feeling this power, and the strong man on the opposite side was approaching.

The strong man leaped forward, using acceleration and all his strength to lift the shield and push it down, hitting the hilt of the great sword.

Wuming immediately turned his head.

Sure enough, receiving this boost, the big sword immediately broke through Wuming's shield and directly nailed Wuming's shield to the carriage wheel.

Wuming released his shield in advance to avoid the fate of being nailed to the wheel. He only had a long sword in his hand.

Although there is no shield in his hand, now is the safest moment. The strong man has just exhausted his strength and has no time to adjust.

Wuming held the sword with both hands and stabbed at the strong man.

The strong man also let go of his shield and faced the sword with both hands.

The sharp sword pierced the chain mail on his palm.

The strong man turned his palm sideways, letting only the long sword pierce the skin. Then he used the iron thorns on the arm armor to wrap the long sword, restraining the Wuming weapon. He bent his elbow and used the thorn-covered elbow to hit Wuming's cheek. .

Wuming's head was hit hard and tilted to the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the sword behind him was still spinning. He had already pulled it out of the wheel with the shield, and turned the sword body to face his back.

Wuming immediately let go of the sword, kicked the strong man away, and twisted his body to avoid the drill-like sword.

The big sword returned to the strong man's side, forming a layer of protection around his body, allowing him to calmly pull out the long sword stuck in his hand and throw it behind him.

The long sword was inserted into the soil and trembled.

Wuming looked at his empty hands, touched the dented helmet, and spat blood through the face shield:

sharp.

He stretched out his palm towards the strong man:

You can take the shield away, but can you return the sword to me? That sword is very important to me.

The nameless person responded with a sword wearing a shield.

The big sword was carrying a shield, and it was spinning towards Wuming's face. From a distance, it looked like a stubby lance with a huge guard.

The lance suddenly disappeared, and the regular-shaped shield was hanging in front of Wuming's head. Wuming's condition could not be seen, and he could only see the hilt of the big sword trembling slightly.

Wuming put his hands together and slowly put them down.

The wide sword was stuck between Wuming's palms, and the red energy still wrapped around the sword, constantly adding scars to Wuming's gauntlets, but he couldn't move.

Obviously, the nameless hands were just like the shield before, resisting the shield, but could no longer move.

The strong man on the opposite side has already raised his big shield and is ready to hit again.

This time the big sword will break through the shackles again, and what it will pierce will be Wuming's body.

But before the strong man could take any action, Wuming let go of his hand.

The big sword broke through Wuming's hands and went towards his chest.

Sparks flew everywhere, and in just one second, Wuming's armor was completely dissolved, and the sword penetrated into Wuming's body.

But at this second, Wuming had already grasped the hilt of the big sword.

As soon as Weng Ming's sword penetrated Wuming's body, he pulled it out.

The iron spines wrapped around the sword's hilt dug deeply into Wuming's palm, providing good friction and preventing the sword from turning anymore.

There was obviously no collision, but the armor all over Wuming's body seemed to be red hot, with tiny sparks emerging from the gaps.

The big sword stopped flying and spinning, and Wuming was able to observe it well.

This large sword has a square head and a wide handle, and is full of signs of use.

Although the style is simple and unpretentious, the materials used are extremely solid.

Thinking about the rotation and power of the big sword just now, it can withstand such use. This seemingly simple sword is actually an extraordinary sword.

Wuming took off the shield from the sword, tried swinging the sword, and shook his head.

He raised his sword and pointed it at the strong man:

Can you pay me back now?

The strong man stared at Wuming's abdomen.

A hole with a large diameter was obviously drilled out, but it was completely black, as if all the light had been sucked in, leaving only a vague black vortex.

The strong man backed away slowly, stood behind the sword, and lifted the sword stuck on the ground.

Wuming smiled, and the two of them threw their swords to the opposite side at the same time.

The nameless long sword was small and sharp, while the strong man's sword was thick and heavy, but it was controlled by the mysterious energy. Both sides took off their hands at the same time, with the same speed.

When the two swords crossed each other, the big sword suddenly tilted and was about to hit the long sword.

However, the long sword jumped with a strange arc, dodged the impact of the big sword, and returned to Wuming's hand smoothly.

Wuming held the sword and rubbed it on the shield.

Sparks appeared from where the sword and shield met, and also emitted from between his armor.

Come on, let's fight again.

Wuming took a step forward, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

The ground beneath his feet turned into scorched earth silently, the air was heated, and the light around Wuming's body was distorted.

The strong man began to retreat.

He grabbed the big sword in his hand, held the big shield in advance, hesitated for a moment, and slowly retreated into the jungle.

Red light flashed, and several big trees broke again, but this time they all fell in front of him, hiding his figure.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Wuming clicked his tongue and put away his sword and shield.

He bent down, picked up a fragment of a wheel spoke on the ground, and put it on his stomach.

The gold and iron melted and filled the hole in the abdomen.

Nameless clapped his hands:

Okay, the crisis is over, let's continue on our way.

Wuming walked around the chariot and came up to the frightened wandering businessman:

Who is that person? How did you provoke him?

The wandering businessman's voice trembled, suppressing fear:

Suzu Hunter.

What is that? Wuming was puzzled.

A madman who specializes in killing teachers and businessmen. said the wandering businessman.

As he spoke, he finally regained his composure and looked at Wuming gratefully:

Thank you, thank you for saving me.

Wuming is no longer calm:

What? Specially kill teachers and businessmen!

Is this okay? Wuming was anxious.

In addition to being a teacher, he is also a businessman.