Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Red Lion City Red Lion City...

Wuming talked about his destination and walked through Galid.

Brick walls that have been burned red can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road, and no grass can grow under the high temperature.

Soon he was stopped by a group of soldiers.

The armor of the soldiers here is similar to that of the Grek soldiers, but the decoration and background color are different.

It has a red base and a lion pattern sewn on the armor.

The top of the knight's helmet is an abstract lion's head with two fangs exposed. The helmet is buckled, and a red mane spreads out from the top of the helmet, proud and eye-catching.

These are the Red Lion Legion led by Latarn. Latarn was once the general of the Golden Tree. His soldiers are all composed of the most regular army of the Golden Tree, and each of them is an elite soldier.

At this time, these elite soldiers all raised their weapons and pointed them at Wuming with vigilance.

Prepare to say it's the falling star beast under his crotch.

The soldiers confront Wuming.

Wuming immediately raised his hands and surrendered:

I am a good person.

What are you doing? the Red Lion soldier asked Wuming.

I'm going to Red Lion City, the place where the battle festival is held. Wuming said.

Hearing what Wuming said, the soldiers looked at the mighty Falling Star Beast under Wuming's crotch and relaxed their vigilance slightly.

Now is not the time, said the Red Lion soldier.

I know, the stars haven't appeared yet. Wuming said, But I have friends who have already passed.

The soldiers then put away their weapons, but still raised their shields towards the Falling Star Beast:

you can go now.

Let me go so easily? Wuming said, I thought you would be more rigorous in interrogating me.

The soldiers pointed to the wall of smoke along the road:

Our duty is not to guard against the enemy. Besides, in this situation, it doesn't matter if you are really a spy. No matter who you are, if you want to participate in the battle festival and fight General Ratan, then go ahead.

During the conversation, several giant dogs crushed the fire wall and rushed towards the Red Lion soldiers.

The soldiers immediately got into formation and fought with the giant dogs.

Different from Cuckoo's tactics of abandoning his troops, the elite knights of the Red Lion charged forward, holding up large shields to resist the powerful and heavy attack of the giant dog, carefully blocking the fangs and claws of the giant dog.

The knights formed a line of defense to keep the giant dog out, leaving a gap for a giant dog to run to the rear and be surrounded and killed by soldiers.

Because of its huge size and deep siege, the giant dog will be executed as quickly as possible.

The red lions used this method to strangle the giant dogs efficiently. As long as the soldiers could bring down the giant dogs, the knights in front would not be in danger.

Even if soldiers occasionally make mistakes, excess soldiers can rely on numbers to make up for individual mistakes.

What this hunting method most tests is the level of the knight in front.

Wuming observed the knights. Each one of them resisted the giant dog's attack in an orderly manner, appearing to be very familiar with the task.

But the accident still happened.

A knight saw the opportunity, shifted his center of gravity, pressed his shield with a heavy air, and blocked the giant dog's claws.

But this time the giant dog jumped up and stepped on the knight's shield.

The knight was overwhelmed by the heavy pressure and quickly relieved himself.

But the giant dog had already used that jump to jump back.

In the rear camp, there is still a giant dog that has not yet been dealt with.

The momentum of the giant dog in the sky was restrained.

The knight had already put his big shield behind his back, blocking his back, inserted his big sword into the ground, and pounced on the giant dog.

The knight grabbed the giant dog's hind legs, roared, and threw it back.

During this period, the knight was attacked from behind by another giant dog, but was blocked by the shield and was not fatally injured.

The knight turned around, drew out the sword stuck in the ground, and returned to the defense line again.

But when he resisted the attack of the giant dog again, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the gap in his helmet.

The knight began to cough violently and his movements changed.

The shield did not block in time, and the giant dog's bloody mouth had already landed on the knight's head, and its guillotine-like mouth was ready to fall.

A flash of deep purple lightning suddenly fell from the sky, piercing the giant dog's body and striking the ground.

The ground beneath the giant dog exploded, and the strong impact sent the giant dog flying away. The giant teeth closed on the red lion's head, biting off a few strands of the red mane.

Nice job. Wuming touched the huge jaw horn of the falling star beast, Niu Niu, use the destructive light!

The lasers gathered in front of the Falling Star Beast, and the purple thunder and lightning torrent and gravel swept past the knight's defense line.

The giant dogs were immediately evaporated, and not much of their bodies were left.

This scene was too shocking. The Red Lion Knight first stared at the mess in front of him, and then he and the giant dog looked at the Falling Star Beast.

You're welcome. Wuming waved to them.

The giant dog reacted first, jumped out of the encirclement, and ran away.

The Red Lion Knight didn't stop him, and still stared at the Falling Star Beast.

What broke the tranquility was the knight who made the mistake before.

The knight coughed violently, took off his helmet, took out a few pills, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Other Red Lion Knights quickly stepped forward to take care of them:

How about it?

The knight shook his head:

It's okay, I just used force and couldn't hold it down anymore.

As he spoke, the knight coughed violently several times, and the blood he coughed up contained some blackened minced meat.

The other knights lit the flames in tacit agreement, igniting the blood and minced meat coughed up by the knights, making a crackling sound.

Corruption disease? Wuming asked.

During this period of contact with the miners, he probably knew the symptoms of being infected with corruption.

The Red Lion Knight nodded silently.

The knight who was vomiting blood swallowed a few more pills, finally controlled his coughing, and stood up holding on to the hilt of his sword.

In the previous battle, he had thrust his sword into the ground, and now it was somewhat curled.

The knight looked at the curled sword: I will go back to Red Lion City to repair the equipment.

The knight looked at Wuming:

You're going to Red Lion City too, right? Let's go together.

The two then set out on the road together, the Red Lion Knight riding a skinny horse, walking side by side with the nameless Fallen Star Beast.

Jorah. The Knight of the Red Lion introduced himself.

Wuming also told his name truthfully.

Jorah looked at the nameless Starfall Beast:

With a brave man like you challenging the general, he should be able to leave without regrets.

You misunderstood. I went to see my friend. I didn't want to see Latarn off. Wuming clarified.

Jorah felt a little regretful when he heard that Wuming was not going to attend the battle festival.

It's a pity, that was the last chance to fight against the strongest demigod, and we couldn't even participate, Jorah said.

What? You don't have to buy a ticket, right? Wuming asked.

It takes warriors and heroes to give the general an honorable death, Jorah said. And we also have to prevent the spread of corruption, so we are destined to be unable to participate.

Oh... Wuming responded without expressing his position.

Jorah said: But we have nothing to regret. The general never hesitated to fight with us when he was still awake. Every red lion should have experienced the general's power.

When you are still awake? Wuming asked.

Since being eroded by the corruption disease, the general's sanity has been disappearing. Jorah said, That's why we need to let him rest. The general cannot be reduced to the same level as those immortals.

The two rode their horses along the road, passing many immortals along the way.

Those immortals were covered in fire, moving stiffly and wailing silently.

Why did they catch fire? Wuming asked.

They are infected with the disease of corruption. In order to prevent the infection, they need to be purified with fire. Jorah said, Don't feel cruel. This is also the pain the general endured and the path he explored with his life.

Huh? I don't think it's cruel. Wuming said.

Wuming climbed on the fallen star beast and admired the ignited immortals with his face raised:

“There’s a bleak beauty to it.”

Hearing Wuming say this, Jorah frowned.

He said: Some people also think that such scenery is beautiful, but they cannot experience the pain and cruelty of such scenery. If they are allowed to experience it themselves, they will not dare -

Suffering is not worth appreciating. Jorah said seriously.

He smiled bitterly again:

Forget it, maybe you don't understand what I'm telling you. How can you understand this if you haven't experienced the pain of burning your body in flames.

Oh... Wuming was hesitant.

He added: I don't mean to appreciate suffering. On the contrary, I admire people who bear the pain of burning themselves to open the way for others.

Qiao La's face brightened slightly when he heard what Wuming said.

He felt that Wuming was praising General Latan.

As a die-hard fan of the General, Jorah loved hearing this.

So you have been relying on the wall of fire to resist corruption? Wuming asked.

Yes, this is a never-ending war, and the Red Lion will fight to the end. Jorah said.

Have you ever thought about coexisting with corruption? Wuming asked.

Jorah's face darkened instantly:

What did you say?

It's an endless war. Wuming repeated Jorah's words, That's not impossible to win, but I think some people can live in a pool of corruption. Is it true that there is no need to resist corruption?

Jorah was silent for a moment and said:

I used to be a commander in another squad.

Why did you suddenly start to recall the past? Wuming wondered.

Jorah said: Half of the warriors in my team rotted and died, and the remaining people, although still alive, were gradually weakening. There are indeed people who can survive the corruption unharmed, but such people must be in the minority. A person like that There are countless corpses behind strong and healthy people. And the only ones that can survive in corruption are ugly bugs. If people survive in that kind of environment, sooner or later they will become like bugs. How can people be like bugs!

Jorah looked at Wuming gloomily:

And in the days when Red Lion fought against corruption, countless warriors died. Are you insulting those dead warriors?

Faced with Jorah's angry face, Wuming had no reaction. He held his face and thought for a moment:

I am a faded person. I did not live in the border area, but lived in another land.

Jorah said: What do you want to say? Why do you suddenly start to remember the past?

My hometown is a world doomed to destruction. In order to prevent the world from being destroyed later, people need to sacrifice their lives, just like constantly filling firewood for a fire that is about to go out. Wuming said, But the growth rate of firewood cannot keep up. The fire will eventually go out, and people rush forward one after another, but they can't stop this result. There are fewer and fewer people there, and the world is getting more and more dead and cold, until it is completely destroyed...

There was no excitement, no hysterical tone, Wuming just described calmly, but Jorah felt the tragedy and desolation in it.

You... Jorah didn't know what to say.

Wuming continued:

Those who sacrificed their lives are basically heroes. They burned their own lives and illuminated the lives of others. But heroes cannot resist decline. Those who should perish still perish.

Wuming stared at Jorah, his eyes like a furnace, shining with red-gold light, and repeated:

What should perish is perished.

Jorah understood what Wuming wanted to express, and felt a little unwillingly:

This is the general's will. Even if we are destined to lose, we can face it with pride.

Wuming nodded in praise:

What a great ambition. I was once chosen to be that kind of hero, sacrificing myself to save the world. Do you know how I chose?

Obviously, you gave up. Jorah snorted.

My witch also advised me to give up, and many people advised me to give up. Wuming smiled, So I parted ways with them and dedicated my life alone.

Jorah looked at Wuming in surprise:

Then how can you still appear here...Yes, you are the Faded One, and you were awakened by a blessing.

I am able to survive because of the shadow of my ancestors, and my life is only possible because of the sacrifices of those heroes. Of course I must inherit this will and pass on the fire of my life. Wuming said, So for those who challenge the battle, they must lose. Warriors, of course I will not insult them. Even if we change the way of survival, we can still exist, but we were born in this form, grew up in this form, and naturally we would rather die in this form.

Jorah nodded repeatedly:

That's right, that's it. It seems that you are also gay——

But this does not affect the result of failure. Wuming said, The world is not only about heroes who sacrificed their lives, but also people who were saved by heroes. The world does not end when the heroes are destroyed. People's lives continue after the heroes die. When a hero To hold up the sky, people on earth need to open up new paths.”

Wuming raised his finger: That's the key. It doesn't matter if you just hang on. What's important is, apart from you warriors, is there anyone developing a method to treat corruption? Is there anyone who can actually solve this problem? There is a way to solve the problem. , the sacrifice will be worth it in the end. Only when there is a solution can such a big sacrifice be made.

Jorah hesitated:

We have weapon craftsmen who have developed some medicines and methods that can resist corruption.

That's good. Wuming's voice sounded cheerful, Can you sell me some? You'd better sell me the formula as well.

Huh? Jorah didn't respond.

Formula, formula, a special medicine for treating corruption. Wuming said, Otherwise, why would I be competing with you here? We are not children anymore.

Jorah thought for a long time and finally came to his senses:

Are you just saying this to trick me? Was that trick just made up to scare me?

Maybe I didn't make it up. Wuming said.

Would anyone use the tragic end of their hometown as a means to trick others? Jorah gritted his teeth, not believing Wuming's words.

That's not the point. Wuming didn't care. The point is that you have treatment methods, so we can cooperate. I'm a businessman, doing business in Galid, so we can help each other.

When Jorah heard that Wuming was a businessman, he even looked down on him and snorted coldly:

Don't be too happy too soon. Our method is not very effective, otherwise General Latan would not be crazy today.

It's okay, it's okay, we can study each other. Wuming laughed.

Jorah's newly raised respect and goodwill for Wuming disappeared, and he rode his horse in a muffled voice.

While riding the horse, Jorah couldn't help but think of Wuming's words again and think of certain memories.

Those are high-flying wings.

For a long time, the shadow under the flying wings shrouded the hearts of the Red Lion soldiers.

It was the result of an unknown strong will and an extraordinarily heroic battle, even more extreme than the Red Lion's will to resist corruption. It could be said to be crazy.

Jorah couldn't understand that kind of will, so there was always a haze in his heart.

But now Jorah felt the gloom lifting.

There is a solution to the problem, so will you make that level of sacrifice...