The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 311

The depraved perfumer jumped into the carriage like a crow, holding a short knife, and was about to wear the nameless armor.

Wuming raised his shield to block it: "Are you tired of playing close combat as a perfumer?"

"Hand over Lacard's memory." The fallen perfumer said with an unquestionable leading tone.

"Ah? Why?" Wuming couldn't understand why this person had such a big face, Wuming said sternly, "This is what we got by killing people, stealing goods, and stealing money. It's legal income! You come up and let me go up." Come on, who are you?"

Seeing that Wuming didn't cooperate, the fallen perfumer didn't talk nonsense, he swallowed a bottle of potion, and when his mouth bulged, he was about to breathe fire.

Wuming didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the perfumer's headgear with one hand, and smacked his mouth, pressing the perfumer's mouth firmly against the helmet's shield.

The flames spewed out, and the unknown sucked as much as they could.After sucking until the perfumer finally lost his breath, he tore it up and threw him to Patch's side: "Rope it up and rope it up."

Patch shot a bunch of white silk on the perfumer, and the eight legs worked together to wrap the perfumer into a cocoon, tied up to the nose, leaving a hole for the air to escape.

"What do you mean you messed with him," Patch said.

Wuming wiped his mouth and looked at the group of poachers who were still blocking the way:
"What do you want me to do?"

When the poacher saw that his boss had been beaten, he immediately froze:

"It's nothing, we got the wrong person."

Said to leave.

"Wait." Wuming said to those people, "Remove the ones blocking the way first."

The poachers grimaced and began to work hard to clear the roadblock.Deeply understand what destruction is much simpler than construction.

After finally cleaning up, the poachers put their hands in their hands:
"Can we go?"

"No, do you know that you committed a crime?" Wuming said.

"Are you kidding us?" The poachers' eyes lit up fiercely.After all, Wuming said so, and when he heard it, he didn't want to let them go. They would all die anyway, so it's better to fight with Wuming, and die with some dignity.

"If you commit a crime, you have to atone for it." Wuming stretched out his hand towards them, "Destroy trees, block roads and rob, and pay for atonement."

"Atonement?" The poachers looked at each other.

"Don't want to redeem?" Wuming asked, "Does that mean you want to die?"

The poachers still chose to atone for their sins and hunt live pots all year round. They are actually quite rich, and there is no need to risk their lives for this.

After paying the money, the poachers walked away in desperation, and the onlookers in the distance were also frightened and did not dare to act rashly again.

The owner of this caravan not only killed a perfumer in seconds, but also kissed him forcefully, it was very scary.

Everyone was not afraid of death, but they didn't want to be insulted so badly, so they all fell silent and watched Wuming leave.

Seeing that no one was staring at him, Wuming also calmed down and asked the tied up perfumer:

"Everyone is coveting the Great Rune. Why do you ask for Lakad's soul? Are you just like a certain guy who wants to get his soul if you can't get his body?"

The perfumer looked at Wuming coldly and said nothing.

"Tough guy, your mouth is locked, so you don't talk." Wuming said to Patch, "Patch, give birth to a little spider and stuff it into his clothes."

"I'm a male." Patch rolled his eyes, a spider leg stretched out to the perfumer's mouth, and cut the spider silk there, "Have you ever thought that maybe he can't speak?"

"Impossible. From his eyes, I can feel that he is a tough guy who won't speak." Wuming said, "This is a tacit understanding between soldiers."

"I'm not a warrior." The Fallen Perfumer said.

"What's your name?" Wuming asked.

The fallen perfumer was silent for a moment: "Kalman."

"What are you doing to grab Lakad's soul?" Wuming asked.

Kalman said in a muffled voice, "Of course I need to use it."

"I didn't expect that a perfumer can even use medicine for the soul. It's amazing." Wuming said, "What spices use such high-grade raw materials?"

"It's memory." Kallman glared at Wuming, "You ruined everything, you actually killed Lakad."

"You want Lakad's memory." Wuming suddenly said, "If you want Lakad's memory, just say it. If you don't tell me, how do I know you want it? Although you looked at me sincerely , but you still have to tell me what you want. Do you really want it? Then take it! Don’t you really want it? Don’t you really want it..."

Kallman was bound in the spider web and couldn't move. He could only listen to Wuming's words all the time, his eyes tearing apart.

Seeing Kallman's pain, Wuming smiled, and inserted a pyroxene knife into Kallman's mouth.

"You kill me." Kallman said vaguely.

"Why kill you, don't you want a soul?" Wuming pulled out the knife, and pointed to the pyroxene knife with his eyes, "Lakade is inside."

"Really for me?" Kallman was stunned.

"It's for you." Wuming said, "You want memory, I want strength, but I have conditions."

"What conditions?" Karman asked.

"What are you looking for in Lakad's memory?" Wuming asked.

"Look for a diary, maybe you're looking for a way to go to heaven." Patch interjected.

"Snakes are eternal existences, even if they die, they will be resurrected. Legend has it that Lakad died once, but was resurrected again." Karman said, "Lakad is also a genius magician, and has studied Gemme It is said that he has a secret medicine. I think it is the legendary resurrection medicine."

"You are looking for the secret medicine for resurrection." Wuming understood, "That is, is there someone who wants to be resurrected?"

Karman stopped talking, with a sad and gloomy look on his face.

Wuming didn't ask any more questions, and used the pyroxene knife to untie Kallman's spider web:

"It's fine to give you the soul. We have to go to the God's Grant Tower first. We can divide the big rune first, and then divide the soul. You can take advantage of this time to get the knowledge you want. My condition is that your resurrection secret medicine The secret recipe, I want too."

Karman thought for a while: "It's fair."

"Of course, if I run a store, I can still cheat you." Wuming said, "You are grounded in my caravan first, I am afraid that you will take the money and run away."

Kallman temporarily stayed by Wuming's side, and focused on finding Lakad's memory according to the method given by Wuming.

After dealing with Kalman's matter, the caravan continued to open the way.

The West Asia Altar God's Teaching Pagoda is located in the southwest of the outer wall of the king's city.

The location of God's Tower is actually not a secret, the sky-reaching building can be seen almost anywhere.It is a striking lighthouse.

The God's Tower here was hidden by a tunnel full of phantoms, but it couldn't stand the crowd, so a passage was cut through.

At this time, quite a few people had already gathered near the tunnel, scattered in twos and threes, waiting for the arrival of the caravan with curiosity and anticipation.

Among them was Alpelich who had already disguised himself.

Alpelich put on a set of capable dark gray civilian clothes, like a sickly ordinary nobleman full of curiosity, mixed between adventurers, warriors and faders.

"Why not, are we being cheated?" An impatient soldier asked the people around him.

"It must be a liar, but it may not come here." Alpelich said, "I'm afraid they have another purpose."

"What purpose?" The soldier saw Alpelich's appearance and judged that he was a knowledgeable nobleman.

"Who knows." Alperish spread his hands.

"So it's a guy who can only talk about it." The soldier sneered.

Alpelich's face drooped, but he didn't attack.

Now he still has to hide his identity, wait for an opportunity to get close to the caravan, and needs to rely on these few teammates who are not vigilant.

Alpelich glanced at the soldier, and said indifferently:
"The boss of the caravan is a deep-minded guy. Maybe he wants to take this opportunity to kill you all and hunt for your strength."

"Could it be like this?" The soldier was frightened.

"The caravan has great ambitions and wants to become the second round table hall." Alpelich said, "Since we want to accumulate strength, we must learn from volcanoes and plunder. They are the ones who can kill the traitors. Looting is only stronger than volcanoes."

"So scary?" The soldier was frightened.

"Listen to his nonsense." The soldier's companion smiled, "I have been to that caravan, and I think there is nothing wrong with what they said. They do have similar services to the round table, or even better."

Others immediately looked over, wanting to hear the judgment of those who had witnessed it.

The warrior's companion said: "A lot of faded people are gone. The witch knows it? You can't see the blessing either. The round table hall will not accept such people at all, but the caravan will always come, and even provide the witch to help transform Lu. kindness."

"So good?" The soldier's eyes widened. "Isn't that ten thousand times better than the round table hall? I've been there once before, and I was scolded out of it within two visits."

The soldier held his chest:

"Besides, there is clearly a square in that shabby place, but people are not allowed to go there. That place can obviously be used to store goods..."

Alpelich's eyes were terrifying:
"People who are not worthy of entering the hall of the round table can only stand at the bottom and arrange noble people."

"What do you mean?" The soldier raised the ax in his hand, and was about to hit Alperish on the head.

"Am I wrong?" Alpelich looked at the ax gesturing above his head with disdain, "I'm bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, so I can only wait here for a businessman to give me rune. They are also descendants of warriors, and they are also faders. People are ashamed of their ancestors."

Not only did the soldiers get angry these few times, but the eyes of the people around them were also quite unfriendly.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Alpelich raised his hands in surrender, his tone sincere, "I forgot that the weak can only live on the approval of others. I'm really sorry for letting you see the reality clearly."

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to kill him!" The soldier roared, holding up his axe, ready to smash the head of the little boy in front of him. Others also drew their weapons and blocked Alpelich's way.

It was originally a temporary team, and there was no friendship at all. Everyone was a blood-licking murderer. Anyone who dared to speak like this would be hacked to death first.

Alpelich flicked his wrist, and a dagger-like weapon slipped out from the cuff of his wrist, twisting around and waving it.

A soft moan sounded around the besieged people, it was a sound of air being pierced at high speed, like glass shattering.

The besiegers were still for a moment, and a circle of blood was centered on Alpelich, gradually blooming on the surrounding soldiers.

With a bang, everyone was cut in half, and the pieces of meat slid from their bodies and fell to the ground.A few people disappeared in a flash.

Not a trace of blood splashed on Alpelish's body, the blood solidified in an abnormal way and turned into pyroxene.

That was not the damage drawn by Alpelich's dagger, the dagger in Alpelich's hand pierced directly through the palm.The blood was thrown from the wound and pulled into a sharp blade, like the scythe of the god of death, harvesting everyone's life.

"You shouldn't be talking nonsense with them." Alpelich touched his chin, "I'm used to it."

The round table hall does not allow fighting. For a long time, Alpelich has relied on this method to solve problems.As long as you rely on provocative methods to make the other party angry and take the lead, you can "justify self-defense".

Alpelich stepped on a blood-colored pyroxene and left the scene of the crime.

"It's time to find a new team..." Alpelich murmured.

Looking for a new team of adventurers, the surrounding noises became louder, and a hidden noise gradually permeated.

The nameless caravan is here.

Alpelich immediately put away his weapon, put his injured hand behind his back, and pretended to be a pure and thin nobleman.

But after thinking about it, he showed his injured hand again, and approached the caravan pitifully, moaning in a melodious manner:

"Can anyone heal me, I'm hurt, weak and helpless."

Wuming sat on the front golden carriage, and was the first to discover Alpelish:
"Are you injured? Then you need to be treated quickly."

Wuming invited Alpelich to sit in the golden carriage and waved to the back:

"Who is that, perfumer, come to a perfumer and treat him."

Alperish was overjoyed.

I thought it was so difficult to get in, but I didn't expect to be able to enter the caravan by pretending to be a patient.I really don't have a sense of crisis, a grass table is a grass table, so why do you want to be a new round table...

Alpelich had a lot of activity in his mind, and Wuming just called for people, but the team of perfumers was in the middle of the convoy, protected by layers of protection, and Wuming's shouts could not be conveyed there for a while.

But he did call in a perfumer.

It was Kalman who was closest to him.

Kalman has been staying by Wuming's side, flipping through Lakad's reminiscences, and now he heard Wuming yelling non-stop, was disturbed to read, and was also annoyed, stepped forward and said:

"Let me do it."

"Aren't you a depraved perfumer?" Wuming was a little unconvinced, "You can do it?"

"Before I fell, I was also a perfumer." Kallman's voice was a little unhappy, and he seemed to have a sense of self-identity with the perfumer's identity as a doctor.

"Where are you taking the medicine?" Wuming looked at Kallman's pocket.

Wuming knows that perfumers rely on spices to fight, and corrupt perfumers often don't carry healing spices because they need to fight.

"Stabilize his wound first, without treatment." Kallman said, "For this kind of injury, the bleeding must be stopped first."

Kalman took out a medicine bottle:
"The iron pot of fragrant medicine can make the muscles of the whole body stiff, so that the bleeding can be stopped."

As he spoke, Kallman bit off the cork, pinched Alpelich's handsome cheek, and was about to pour it into it.

"Wait, wait." Alpelich quickly waved his hand to block the bottle of medicine, "Isn't the fragrance medicine applied externally? How can you pour it into your mouth? Isn't that the way of a fallen perfumer? It will destroy the medicine." of the human heart."

Kallman and Wuming glanced at each other, and looked at the apron on Kallman's chest tacitly - the pattern of two snakes strangling saplings.

"It's the fallen perfumer." Alpelich also noticed the apron, with a strange expression, "Are you here for treatment?"

"Why do you look down on my medical level?" Kalman was a little angry after being denied repeatedly, "I am a doctor, do you understand or I understand? Hold him down."

Wuming also felt that what Kallman said made sense, and comforted Alpelich: "I also think we should listen to the doctor."

"He's a fucking doctor!" Alpelich struggled.

"Be good, be obedient, or the wound will become infected." Wuming held Alpelich firmly, and Patch also entangled him with a spider web, leaving only one hand and one mouth.

Wuming grabbed Alpelish's mouth and forcibly opened it.

Then a pill bottle was stuffed into his mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Alpelich tried his best to press his tongue against the medicine bottle, but the medicine directly stiffened his tongue, and it flowed out of his mouth through the gap. He could feel where the medicine had passed, and his muscles were a little uncomfortable. To command, to become stiff.

Alpelich froze and remained motionless with the potion on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)