The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 291 That Guy

Hearing Patch's reply, Wuming was stunned, pointing at himself: "Why did you deport us? Aren't we good people?"

"A good guy?" Patch asked back.

"Is he a good person?" Wuming was not sure.

"Isn't it, and it doesn't affect people's expulsion of you." Paqi said, "The people who came here are quite talkative, and ordered us to move out of the Yatan Plateau as soon as possible. As long as we return to the lake area and stay honest, we won't make things difficult for us."

"Going back to the lake area is making things difficult for us!" Wuming was excited, "Why? Wasn't our relationship with Wangcheng not bad before?"

"Good mean?"

"They didn't send troops to attack us." Wuming expressed his good understanding of the relationship.

As a caravan who was hunted down several times when they first came to the Asian Forum, this is indeed a good relationship.

"What made them change so much?" Wuming knelt down on all fours and thumped the ground fiercely, "Damn it, obviously with these faders, we have hope to impact the old order of the Asian altar..."

Patch looked away slightly, without answering.

"What's your reaction?" Wuming noticed Patch's abnormality, "What do you know?"

Patch stammered:

"Wangcheng sent people here, it seems that it is because of the fader."

"what?"

The Golden People incarnated by Montgomery led Lance Shanks into the nameless camp:

"Let me tell you. I've already asked the officers in Wangcheng. Recently, many faders have boarded the Asian altar. The law and order in many places has become a lot more chaotic. In some places, there has been chaos and even fighting broke out."

Montgote said: "Wangcheng has issued a law to strengthen martial law and adopt stricter policies against faders."

"Our caravan is not a fading person." Wuming said, "Look at the diversity of our personnel, which perfectly reflects our humanitarian care and vision of the harmony of species in the world."

"Do you think Wangcheng doesn't know that you are helping faders?" Menggot said, "Wangcheng is very dissatisfied with the caravan's use of the public's Dikdas elevator to gain benefits for themselves and make enemies for the golden tree, that is, You guys are really honest, otherwise it wouldn’t be a small team coming this time.”

"They can't do this!" Wuming was not happy, "We also provide services to Wangcheng, we have no preference, we will serve whoever pays. Is Wangcheng also going to crusade against the round table hall?"

Patch spoke aside:
"Didn't you say this is the round table hall?"

"I don't care, as long as the round table hall is not attacked, we shouldn't be expelled." Wuming rushed out of the camp, ready to ask the people in Wangcheng for an explanation.

"I guess that's why," said Montgothet.

"What's the reason?" Wuming paused.

Meng Gete followed out: "Didn't you advertise that your caravan would become the new round table in public?"

"That's right, we can't have ideals anymore?" Wuming said, "If we have ideals, we can't infringe our rights!"

Menggot coughed: "Do you know where the round table hall is?"

"In the narrow room that doesn't exist in this world?" Wuming recalled the common understanding of the round table.

"It is indeed in the narrow room now, and it does not exist in this world." Menggot said, "But the round table is a real place, and it is a real place."

Montgomery looked at Wuming meaningfully:

"That place is in Wangcheng. Now you know why you were expelled?"

Wuming burst into tears: "I really can't have ideals? Don't bring such a bully."

Meng Gete said: "Anyway, with the presence of Prime Minister Throsh, the order of the Golden Law will definitely be strengthened. He can draw up tens of thousands of proclamations to discuss the injustice of the caravan, and then send troops to crusade in a legitimate way."

Patch suddenly sneered:
"Golden Tree is familiar with this method. It was like this when it was an enemy of various forces in the border area before, and its reputation is very famous. It is called a teacher of righteousness and righteousness."

Menggot squinted at Patch, didn't say much, and continued to say to Wuming:

"I suggest you withdraw first. If my father is drawn out, the matter will not end well."

"It's just right to lead out." Wuming said without fear at all, "our things are not big things in the final analysis, we are doing things right and straight! Even if King Elden is here, we have to be reasonable!"

"One more thing," said Montgothet.

"It's not over?" Wuming said, "I don't believe that we have done anything to hinder the king's city. We were driven out by the volcano, and we even rescued the soldiers of the king's city who were tortured mad by the volcano."

"Then why are you covering your ears?" asked Montgothet.

"I'm cold, can't I cover it for a while to warm me up?" Wuming stared at him, a few sparks shot out from his helmet.

Mengget sighed: "I don't want to make things so rigid, it's just this last thing, it's hard to explain."

"What's the matter?" Wuming asked.

"The stowaway was found on the seal of the king's city leading to the forbidden area of ​​the snow mountain." Menggot said, "My father personally found out, took action, and threw the stowaway into an underground prison. The stowaway's name is Millie. Mori."

Wuming tilted his head back slightly, digesting the news.

"So Millicent confessed me?" Wuming said.

"Wake up, when we made friends with Wangcheng, several garrisons knew that Millicent was a member of the caravan," Patch said.

Nameless scratched his head in distress, and made a piercing sound of interlacing and squeezing metal, which made everyone present frown.

After a while, Wuming stopped and sighed:
"So Millicent is in jail now?"

"From the information I got, yes." Menggot said, "After all, I heard that my father was also there. With him, it is impossible for the girl to escape."

Montgomery began to think about it:

"But why is father in the forbidden area..."

"It's useless to think about those that are useless." Paqi said, "There is no moral reason now, so we should withdraw. The faded people go up the mountain, and the volcano is threatening. Wangcheng should not want to have more large caravans around Make trouble on the Asian altar."

"Withdraw? How to withdraw?" Wuming said, "Not only can we not withdraw, but we have to go directly to see Ge Fulei."

"Are you crazy?" Patch looked sideways, "That's the king of a domain, in your current state, can you win?"

"Who said they were there to fight?" Wuming said, "Go to see him, convince King Geoffrey, clear up the misunderstanding, and get Millicent out."

Wuming asked Menggot: "Are you familiar with the underground prison in Wangcheng? How is the environment?"

This Montgomery is too familiar, he grew up from that place, which is equivalent to half of his hometown.

For this half of his hometown, Meng Gete almost didn't need to think about it, and blurted out: "It's not very good."

"We have to get Millison out quickly before something happens." Wuming said, "This unlucky child is just looking for trouble for me."

"You do care about your apprentice," Patch said.

"I'm not afraid that something will happen to Millicent." Wuming said, "I'm afraid that if she kills in the prison, it won't be good if she hurts that guy."

"That guy?" Patch asked.

Nameless didn't explain, just clicked his tongue:
"It's even worse if both sides lose."

Nameless said to Montgomery:
"Could you help me connect and ask Wangcheng to give me a few days to allow me to meet your father?"

"So what if you have an audience?" Menggot said, "Can you still negotiate terms with your father?"

"I think we have bargaining chips with King Geoffrey." Wuming said.

"What?" asked Montgothet.

"What do you think of his son?" Wuming asked Meng Gete for advice, "Take the crown prince to make his father."

"I'm not a prince, so you probably can't threaten my father with this." Menggot said, "Father will probably only be furious, and then when he loses his mind and tears you apart, he shoots me to death."

"Is it really that unpopular?" Wuming said, "It doesn't mean that the parents love the child the first day after returning home, and the dog hates it only after three days. You can take advantage of the long time no see and help us fight for it. "

"I haven't seen my father for thousands of years, and he threw me out on the first day we met." Mengget reminded Wuming, and wiped out his luck.

Nameless knocked on his head:

"That's right... You are a poor boy who doesn't love your mother or your father... You are so old and not young, you shouldn't be spoiled..."

Wuming looked at Mengget, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Yes, isn't it said that the older generation is closer to grandchildren? We have Greco, and that grandson is the grandson of grandchildren."

Meng Gete looked at Wuming, a little speechless:
"I advise you to give up. Father represents the majesty of the Golden Dynasty and is the pillar of the Golden Rule. His identity determines that he is naturally at odds with businessmen. It is impossible for you to persuade him to agree with your point of view. It is best to Do not even meet."

"How do you grow other people's aspirations and destroy your own prestige?" Wuming said.

"He is my father, and he is one of our own." Menggot said, "At least he is more like one of our own than the people who cooperate with the volcano."

"Didn't I also succeed in cooperating..." Wuming muttered, looking at the distant volcano, "Wangcheng is forcing us to vote for the volcano by doing this."

"Didn't the volcano want you too?" Menggot continued to attack Wuming.

Wuming became angry: "I said, have you become more lively recently? You didn't talk so much before."

Meng Gete was yelled at by Wuming so that the corners of his clothes danced wildly, and he reached out to wipe the saliva on his face.

Lance Shanks, who had been following Montguet all the time, laughed and put his arms around Montgate's transformed thin shoulders: "He's been with me for a long time, and he's not so boring now."

Montgomery shook off Lance Shanks' hand uncomfortably: "It's just that you always talk to me..."

Wuming watched the fight between Montgothet and Lance Shanks, tears poured out of his helmet:

"Why do you all seem to be getting better and better, I'm just so unlucky..."

Wuming was jealous of other people's prosperity, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and looked to the northwest.

Montgomery and Lance Shanks noticed Wuming's movement and looked over.

Nameless widened his eyes:
"Then... what is it?"

"Like... the head of a snake?" Lance Shanks was a little uncertain.

"Where is that?" Wuming's eyes were a little straight.

"Volcano." Menggot said solemnly.

"Why do I think...the proportions are wrong." Wuming said, "Isn't the volcano quite far away from us? How can we see that there is a snake head there? It must be as big as the top of the mountain, right?"

As if in response to the unknown guess, the snake's head suddenly stretched a few points, so long that it stretched its neck, as if it wanted to reach the golden tree in the sky.

But the snake is still not that big after all, although its mouth is almost parallel, trying to devour the golden tree, but it is still a lot worse.

But just the illusion caused by the poor viewing angle is enough to make people shudder.

The giant snake didn't bite the golden tree, opened its mouth wide and twisted its body.

A moment later, a snake hiss that shouldn't be associated with the adjective loud came to everyone's ears, resounding across half of the Yatan Plateau.

Outside the caravan, the Royal City cavalry who had come to drive out the caravan began to lose control of their horses.The war horse was frightened and uncontrollable, trampling around in chaos.

The caravan, the faded ones, and the soldiers of the royal city worked together to appease the frantic war horses. When the scene finally stabilized, people realized after a while that the coercion brought by just a roar made them a little exhausted.

"What monster?" Wuming was surprised.

"There are such monsters hidden in Lakad?" Meng Gete was also quite shocked, "The volcano has been closing its doors, is it just cultivating this kind of thing?"

Meng Gete was shocked for a moment, and immediately left the camp to find the army in the royal city.

He immediately judged that the business of the caravan should be slowed down, and the problem of the volcano should be resolved immediately.

"Our task is to expel the caravan." The knights in Wangcheng were rather rigid. Even though their eyes were attracted by the snake head protruding from the crater, they were stunned by the shock, but they still refused to let go.

The giant snake did not continue to try to devour the golden tree, nor did it stare at the distant royal city. It retracted into the crater again, as if it just yawned after waking up, like a god stirring up thunder. Although it shocked all living beings, it itself don't care.

Just relying on the size of the giant beast, many people's beliefs collapsed and their beliefs were changed.

"What did this thing eat to grow so big..." Wuming looked at the volcano whose snake head was no longer there. "And I haven't seen such a big thing. Could it be hidden deeper..."

Meng Gete was also surprised by the snake shadow that appeared briefly from the volcano, and looked at Paqi Wuming with a complicated expression:

"This is the volcano you want to work with."

"If that thing is a controllable monster, then our cooperation is not wrong—I don't want to be an enemy of that kind of monster." Wuming said, "Stop complaining at this time, right?"

"No, I mean, if you can, you'd better investigate the origin of that thing." Menggot said, "It looks too dangerous."

"After the investigation, can we not be deported?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know, but I'd like to beg my father for it," said Montgothet.

"How is it?" Wuming asked Patch, who had already rushed out of the commotion.

Patch is also a bit more complicated:
"I'm not sure what that thing is, but I have an ominous premonition... I have to go to the volcano to have a look anyway."

Patch covered his mouth with his hand, and muttered softly: "It can't be...that guy made it..."

"Then it's decided." Wuming said, "Clean up, find a few good players, and go to the volcano. Menggot, you go back to the king's city to fish out Millison first."

At the same time, the volcano mansion was also in the midst of shaking.

Being in a volcano, she couldn't see it as clearly as people outside. It took Tanith a while to figure out what happened—it wasn't a volcanic eruption.

"My king is ready?" Tanis couldn't hide her surprise in surprise, "When I saw him before, he was not so majestic."

"Perhaps he ate something tonic," Bernal said.

Tanis stood up, her feet were dancing like dancing steps, she was a little unsteady, and she lost the queen's composure: "I'm going to see my king."

Tanise walked into the dark tunnel, trying to go to the audience hall, but stumbled over something in the dark.

Lifting the lamp to look, it was Laya who was huddled in the corner.

"Laya?"

When Laya heard Tanis' call, she took a while to react. When she saw Tanis, she grinned habitually:
"Master Tanis..."

"What's wrong with you, child?" Tanis even helped Laya up, "Where did you go again? Did you see something dirty? Sigh... go back to your room first and take a rest."

Tanis took Laya back to the brightly lit corridor, and met Diaros again.

"Mrs. Tanis..." Dialos suffered a lot of injuries this time, and the expression on his face was a bit like Laya's, and he seemed to have been deterred a lot.

But for Diaros, Tanis is not as patient as Lani.

"Oh, Mr. Khoslaw," Tanith said, "you are a real talent, a true hero."

Hearing this, Khosrow's miserable face covered with sorrow eased a little, and smiled:

"really?"

"Of course it is true." Tanis supported Laya, and took out a letter from her sleeve, "This is a new mission, please continue walking on the unclean road."

Diaros's smile froze.

Tanis stopped looking at him, left Diaros behind, and helped Laya into the room.

　I have a hunch that there will be dlc news at the Cologne exhibition
　　
　
(End of this chapter)