The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 160 Thief, Thief

Wuming and the little slaves of the Falling Eagle Legion took the manhole covers in batches, and finally left the dark but not dark underground and returned to the ground.

"See the sun again!" Wuming stretched his body and cheered in the foggy forest.

The little slaves stayed underground for too long, and they were even a little unsuited to the environment on the ground. They covered their eyes and felt the surrounding environment.

But around so, they are also very excited.

"Master... thank you." The little slaves were incoherent, "What do you need us to do?"

"Don't call me master, call me boss." Wuming said vigorously, "Do you have any specialties?"

"Our shield is good," said the little slaves, "and some simple tactics."

"That's right." Wuming didn't dislike them, but was quite satisfied, "I've already thought about your work. Come, follow me back to Stonewell."

The slaves of the Fallen Eagle Corps were a little moved when they heard Stonewell.

When they went down to investigate the Eternal City, the Storm King had just fallen. Now that they came up, the Golden Dynasty had begun to decline.

"What kind of job?" The employees of the Fallen Eagle Legion were curious.

"Go to work underground!" Wuming announced.

The employees were paralyzed: "Go underground again?"

"I think you are not quite used to life on the ground." Wuming said thoughtfully, "Don't worry, we won't stay for long."

The staff of Eaglefall Legion said:

"The one who asked us to investigate the Eternal City also said the same..."

"Don't worry, I can set up a portal for you." Wuming said, "Even if you are trapped underground, you can come back."

A nameless promise puts the little slaves at ease:

"I didn't expect you to have a portal..."

Wuming smiled slyly, and turned over the big treasure box on his shoulders. A portal was attached to the bottom of the treasure box, emitting a secret light.

The little slaves were stunned: "Where did this come from? Why haven't I seen it before."

"This is the portal next to the Temple of Chairs, leading to the main road where the ancestors live." Wuming explained, "In other words, it is the portal leading to the Eternal City."

In the Eternal City, the night man Amastacia looked at the empty space where there was a portal next to the Temple of Chairs, and roared towards the blue-black rocky sky:

"Nameless! I—"

But Wuming is not Wuming's name, even if Amastasha wants to curse people, she is a little helpless, and she is gnashing her teeth with hatred.

Amastasha lost her temper, but she was not reconciled to the fact that the portal leading here was stolen.

"I curse you to be stolen too!" Amastasha shouted and punched the rock formation in the sky.

On the rock formation, the little slaves were also dumbfounded when they heard Wuming's words:
"To the Eternal City?"

"What? If you don't accept my arrangement, then you don't have to follow me. Everything is just back to the original point, and you are not at a loss." Wuming said.

Although Wuming said so, he was confident that the members of the Fallen Eagle Legion would not be willing to return to the Eternal City.

The teachings of the sun guided him—if they hadn't seen the light, they might not have hoped, but if they had the opportunity to return to the surface, they would not give up this opportunity.

The little slaves were as expected, none of them wanted to go back, they were almost crying:
"Didn't you promise not to return to the Eternal City?"

"I promised." Wuming said frankly, "But what does it have to do with me stealing a portal that can lead directly to the Eternal City?"

The little slaves were speechless, not knowing what to say.

Nameless said earnestly:

"And think about it, I promised others not to reveal the secret of the Eternal City, but I am not the only one who knows this secret—and you as well.

"Then getting you back, not only didn't break my oath, but it helped Yeren reduce the risk of leaking the news-I still did a good deed."

Wuming concluded: "Since I helped Yeren, you didn't lose money. I also kept my promise. Three wins."

The employees of the Fallen Eagle Legion gave up, they obviously couldn't play this boss.

Seeing that the Eagle Falling Legion had given up struggling, Wuming asked them to stay where they were first, and then returned to Fort Hyde by himself to prepare carriages for the slaves.

His golden carriage can't carry so many people.

"Where have you been?" Hyde looked very anxious when Wuming finally appeared.

"I went down the Shifra River from the entrance well." Wuming also complained to Hyde, "No one came to find me, and I was trapped for a long time."

"How can there be air traffic control over you now!" Hyde said anxiously, "The coalition forces of the lords have not been completely wiped out."

"It's impossible to completely wipe out the enemy." Wuming said, "There are so many people, you have to run a lot to kill pigs. What I said at the beginning was to let them retreat, not wipe them all out."

Hyde covered his face: "They are retreating—now they are going directly to the city of Stonewell. At least half of them have run away, and now half of the lords' coalition forces have gone straight to Stonewell, threatening to fight King Neferi."

"Nefeli is a woman in the first place, don't you need to decide?" Wuming said.

"Is this the point?" Hyde raised his voice. "The point is that even half of the coalition forces have more troops than Stonewell's garrison. Those lords seem to have come out in force this time, summoning all the troops in their territory It's time to put all your eggs in one basket, King Nefeli is in danger!"

"Would Nefeli be afraid of siege battles?" Wuming was puzzled, "With her strength, it wouldn't be a problem to directly fight the opponent's army and tear them apart?"

"I'm afraid it won't work this time." Hyde said, "It is said that the lord's coalition army recruited a large number of perfumers to join the battle. An army with perfumers is very tricky. Back then, Wangcheng sent perfumers to fight in the Shattered War, and the damage caused was terrible. What they were facing back then was not the coalition of lords, but the coalition of kings."

"Is there any difference?" Nameless asked.

"Now this group of lords are just the lords of small countries who are suppressed by Greck and dare not breathe, and in the coalition of kings, Greck is not even ranked." Hyde explained the difference to Wuming.

Hyde made a decisive decision:

"We have to return to Stonewell immediately, and hurry back before the coalition forces occupy favorable terrain and block the surrounding arteries. Your chariot is very fast, even if you detour around the marching team, you should still have time."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Nameless said, "I have recruited another group of employees to work in Stonewell. They don't have a golden chariot, and they won't be able to return soon."

"When are you still working?" Hyde was terrified.

"I'm just a businessman, you just fight the war." Wuming said, "It has nothing to do with me."

"Aren't you a subject of King Nefeli?" Hyde said, "Your business is also done in Nimgfu."

"The lords won't let me do business, will they?" Wuming said.

Hyde looked at Nameless in shock, horrified at his disloyalty.

But after watching for a few seconds, Hyde suddenly remembered what Wuming had done, and vaguely understood the logic of Wuming's actions.

Hyde said, "Then I'll prepare a carriage for you, free of charge."

"Just wait for your words, wouldn't it be over if you said that a long time ago." Wuming said, "Then let's go."

While preparing supplies, Hyde told Wuming about the situation:

"We have received the news for a while. Although we have to detour, we can't go too far, otherwise we won't be able to catch up. The most troublesome thing is to break through the blockade."

"Is there still a blockade?" Wuming asked.

"The lords are going to attack Stonewell, and the fog forest is behind them. In order to prevent their rear from being attacked, they will definitely leave some troops to watch us." Hyde said, "Although these are just surveillance, we are not leading our troops back this time. If we don't, those monitoring people may seriously delay us."

"Nefeli really can't deal with them?" Wuming said.

"Many people will die, which she doesn't want to see. But I believe in King Neferi's force." Hyde said, "What I'm worried about is the fire in the city—that's why I hurried back."

Wuming nodded: "Okay, I'll help you go back."

The two left Hyde Fortress with their carriage and chariot, picked up the Anti-Eagle Legion, and headed straight to the east.

"What are we doing?" Hyde looked at the direction the carriage was driving, "This direction is reversed!"

"It's okay, let's go from Gayled." Nameless said, "There is a portal there, you can transfer the teleportation directly to the Wailing Sand Dunes."

Along the way, the two met the Red Lion Legion who were building a smoked wall of fire. The Red Lion was familiar with Wuming, so they let him enter Gayled after saying hello.

Wuming went straight to the Ionian Swamp, followed the Silk Road portal back to the Church of Islay, and returned to Stonewell through the portal of the Church of Islay.

"Look, this is the importance of building roads." Wuming said triumphantly, "If you want to get rich, build roads first."

Hyde didn't have time to argue with Wuming, so he got off the car and rushed to the city to report the news and understand the current situation in the city.

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Wuming saw that Hyde was busy, and he also arranged the work for the little slaves of the Fallen Eagle Legion, and then took a stroll in the city.

Wuming felt that the energy in the city had obviously improved a lot. Many people came to the street with bruised noses and swollen faces, but they were in good spirits.

Wuming didn't expect Nefeli's method to be unexpectedly effective, and praised: "Punching is really useful."

But Nefeli's method not only vented the fighting spirit of the people of gold, but also inspired some dangerous thoughts in pursuit of excitement.

Wuming was walking, and suddenly felt that he had been bumped.

Without even thinking about it, he slapped the person who bumped into him, and at the same time turned around and grabbed the collar of the person behind him.

The man was holding a small cloth bag in his hand, which contained several bottles of expensive spices.

The cloth bag was pinned on Wuming's waist before.

"Steal something from me?" Wuming said in a serious tone.

"Did you find out?" The thief laughed with him.

"I can't find it?" Wuming snorted coldly, "Even if you take a hair from my clothes, I can feel it - no one wants to steal my things!"

The thief clutches the bag tightly:
"Don't be angry, we are just itching, so I will pay you back—"

The man reached into the cloth bag, took out a bottle of spices, unplugged it and threw it at Nameless.

When the spice meets the air, it detonates and turns into a spark that burns towards the nameless.

The thief threw the spice bag in an unknown direction, turned around and ran away.

"My spices!" Wuming watched the precious spices being wasted distressedly, and rushed to the half-empty spice bag to prevent other spices from being wasted as well.

Wuming looked at the thief who was about to disappear into the crowd, and in a fit of rage he drew his long sword and pointed it straight at the sky.

There was a roar in the sky, and the golden thunder struck down, and the thief fell straight, his whole body scorched black.

After cleaning up the thieves, Wuming put away the spice bag and shook his head:
"The world is going downhill! It's only been a while since Shi Dongcheng has become like this."

Wuming put away his long sword, and continued to walk on the street full of evil spirits. People around saw Wuming's posture as if someone owed him 800 million runes, and they all moved away wisely.

Wuming was not in the mood to wander anymore, turned a street corner, and ran to his small courtyard.

But as soon as he turned around, Wuming felt a movement in his waist.

"Come again?" Wuming was furious, throwing his fist back.

But there was nothing behind him, and Wuming's fist hit the wall, making his hands numb from the shock.

What's even more weird is that Wuming still felt a movement in his waist.

He looked along the wriggling place, and found a ritual pot at his waist, shaking slightly.

"This is... the jug for teardrops!" Wuming suddenly realized.

He didn't make a sound, and didn't take out the pot to check it immediately, but first went around and walked into his own courtyard - the hiding place where the Full Moon Queen was hidden.

The courtyard was empty, Milier turned his back to Wuming, stuck his head into the room where the full moon was, and said something.

After entering the courtyard, Wuming immediately opened the ritual pot.

Sure enough, the teardrops were wriggling, constantly hitting the inner wall of the ritual pot.

Wuming reached out and poked the pool of viscous silver liquid:
"Hey, can you understand me?"

The teardrop squirmed for a moment, and a mouth gushed out of the viscous surface:

"can understand."

Wuming was surprised, looking at the intact mouth:
"So you can talk—you've learned it well, so you won't learn from me this time?"

"You just passed the noisy street, I can imitate, so I learned quickly." The mouth said, "I have learned your language along the way."

"Awesome." Wuming poked tears, "Then do you know how you were made? Can you teach me the technique?"

"I can only imitate." Teardrop said, "I don't know what I haven't touched."

"That's pretty amazing." Wuming stared at the ritual pot, "Can you imitate someone bigger than me?"

"Yes." Imitation Teardrop said, "But I don't want to imitate you."

Imitation Teardrop speaks very hastily, and seems to be very resistant to imitating Wuming again.

"You were not asked to imitate me." Nameless said, "There is a woman in this yard, can you imitate me? The one in the house."

Imitation teardrops gushed out from the ritual pot, then expanded, and silver mist spread around the body.

The mist cleared, and another Full Moon Queen sat in front of Wuming.

"Good!" Wuming applauded, "Take two steps!"

Queen Full Moon got up, took a step, and walked back and forth around Wuming.

Nameless frowned: "It feels... not very elegant."

The posture of imitating a teardrop is not only inelegant, but even mechanical, unlike normal people's walking.

"I can only imitate." The Full Moon Queen said, "This person is not walking, so I can only use the poses of pedestrians on the street and you. The body shape is not suitable."

"It seems that there is still room for improvement, and I have to adjust and adjust." Wuming said, "Okay, let's change back first."

The Queen of the Full Moon seemed to be leaking, and collapsed into silver teardrops.

Nameless observes the eye-catching silver surface of the teardrop:
"Your thing, I have never heard of it outside, and I have never seen it. It must be quite rare-you have to disguise it."

"As long as I don't pretend to be you, anything is fine." Teardrop said.

"Can it be turned into an embroidery needle and hidden in the ear?" Wuming asked.

"No." Teardrop said, "Although I can become very big, I'm not very good at becoming small. I can't become too small. At least it must be bigger than a heart."

"It's bigger than the heart, so it's not small." Wuming said, "It's still not easy to carry around, and it's not much smaller than putting it in a ritual pot—"

His eyes fell on the ritual pot: "With it, you can become a pot."

Pot, at the junction, not only describes a dead container, but also a living pot.

Pour human flesh and blood into it, and the pot can give birth to life, limbs, and wisdom.

The Alexander Wuming saw in the Red Lion City before was the Warrior Pot born from the flesh and blood of the warriors, and also inherited the will of the warriors - to become a hero.

"Living pots are quite common, and they can move freely, and can also allow you to freely express your will." Wuming said, "You can just pretend to be a living pot."

There was a living pot in Stoneville, and Wuming went there with teardrops. With just one glance, the teardrops learned the structure of the living pot.

The silver teardrops flowed from good to good—straight into the pot, cut four holes in it, conjured up limbs, put the lid on, chubby, chubby.

Teardrop controlled the limbs and turned in a circle: "Like it?"

"Exactly the same." Nameless said, "It's safe now."

Wuming walked around the street with tears in his eyes, but it really didn't attract the attention of the common people, as if it didn't exist.

Wuming nodded in satisfaction, turned around and said to Teardrop: "Not bad, you will become a jug and follow me from now on—"

Nameless froze.

There is nothing behind him, and there is no shadow of the pot.

(End of this chapter)