The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 447 Good Eyesight Leida

In the shadow land, there is an ordinary pool of water.

A group of strange-looking creatures gathered here.

These creatures walk on two legs like humans, and hold various primitive or bloody weapons in their hands, but their entire body is pear-shaped, fat and strong, with a very flat face, exposed teeth, and a look a bit like a bat.

These creatures were surrounded by blood, dyeing the pool red.

The strange monsters seemed to maintain a certain organization. The monsters holding clubs surrounded a man who was holding up a blood-red trident that seemed to be made of bones, as if they were holding a sacrificial ceremony.

Blood mist appeared above the fork and spread all around. As the monster thrust the fork upward, blood scattered all around and showered the monster.

The monsters became very excited and used forks and mallets to stab themselves, leaving wounds and new pools of blood.

The excited monsters were so obsessed with creating the blood pool that they didn't notice that the blood pool on the ground was rippling and bubbling, as if it was gradually boiling.

The blood pool surged, and a man stood out from the shallow pool of blood.

The man wore a black helmet with gold trimmings and a backward chamfer, and a cape over a barrel-shaped tunic that had been stained red by pools of blood.

Although she was covered in armor, her slender figure showed that she was a woman. The long sword in her hand seemed to be woven, with the hilt made of fine gold and the blade also having fine patterns.

The monsters were stunned when they saw the man who suddenly appeared.

The two sides looked at each other, the monster's eyes turned blood red, and it roared, calling its friends and companions around it to attack the female knight.

After the female knight came out, she wiped the blood off her visor, looked coldly at the monster rushing towards her, and raised her sword.

Ten golden needles appeared out of thin air, surrounding the female knight in mid-air, and then shot out in an instant, piercing the monsters rushing towards her at the same time.

The monster fell down, splashing blood foam in the pool.

Then the monster's body suddenly bounced away and fell heavily to the distance.

Lance Shanks came out holding his head and complained:

"What a lousy place I was teleported to. I got hit on the head right after I got here. What if I get turned into a fool?"

Lance Shanks looked at the monster corpses nearby and the monsters that were still rushing towards him, and clicked his tongue.

"It's so troublesome." Lance Shanks put his hands in front of his mouth to form a big trumpet, and then took a deep breath.

Lance Sanx's chest swelled high, and fierce flames surged out of the horn, burning all the monsters around. In front of the dragon flame, the monsters' bodies melted, their blood dried up, and they were thrown more than ten meters away.

After clearing the area, Lance Shanks and the female knight Leida waited quietly on the spot. After a while, the rest of the companions also returned from the blood pool one after another.

Ampah, who was in charge of the transmission, appeared last. At this time, there were no monsters or dangers around. He was leisurely observing the surrounding environment.

Patch was also observing the surroundings curiously. He noticed the charred monsters:

"What are these?"

An Pah observed it and said, "It should be a blood monster."

Patch poked the charred corpse with his spider leg: "Is this how people who believe in the Invisible Mother behave?"

Leida said: "They were once slaves and suffered a lot of abuse. After being wounded too many times by war, they began to believe in wounds."

"Pretty crazy," Patch said.

"War can make people crazy," said Leida, "madness always needs faith to soothe it."

Ampah looked at Leida deeply:
"Ms. Leida, you seem to know a lot about the Shadow Land."

Leida clenched her sword tightly, her voice somewhat resentful:
"I have prepared a lot and learned a lot, all for the sake of helping Lady Mikaela's gentle world..."

"But it seems that Lady Michaela has changed her mind because of the knight we are going to look for," said Ampah.

"I will personally use my own eyes to confirm it." Leida said coldly, "Confirm whether that person is worthy of Lady Michaela's love and dedication to such an extent."

An Pah smiled and said, "It seems that we have enough motivation, so let's start looking. Miss Leida, since you know so much, do you have any suggestions?"

"First," said Leida, "we need to find a place to take a bath."

Everyone looked at them in surprise. Leida said, "That means we need a place to stay. We need a map and contact with the locals. Then we can make eye-catching props and get in touch with Mr. Wuming."

Everyone was still silent for a while, and Lance Shanks said:

"You just want to take a shower first, right?"

Leida was silent for a moment, her voice a little unnatural:

"Is this a strange request? We are all covered in blood, and it is very likely cursed blood. Cursed blood will directly corrode our bodies."

"I'm fine," Ampah said.

"You are a pure-blood knight." Leida glared back.

"I'm fine too." Lance Shanks and Patch also spoke up.

Leida was speechless about these two inhuman guys. She also knew that Moore was a guy who could get along well with corrupt followers and would definitely not care about these things. Dann was an ascetic and would probably only regard this as an experience.

Leida turned her gaze to Tanis, Fia, and Roger, observing their reactions.

Leida guessed that these people should have normal reactions, and she could also use this to observe the reactions of different people and understand them.

This is a habit that Leida has developed over the years, observing others, observing their temperaments and weaknesses, observing their obsessions and loves and hates.

Tanis shook off the blood on her body and said indifferently:
"It's okay, it happened all the time before. Laya, do you mind?"

Laya shook her head. The snake people's scales didn't care about blood.

Roger was indeed in a bit of a difficult situation, as his exquisite leather armor was stained with a lot of blood, but the leather also blocked a lot of the blood, making him less embarrassed.

Leida turned her gaze to Feiya and found that Feiya had already run to the corpse of the blood monster and was caressing it. Her robe was soaked with blood, and her curvaceous body was clasped against the blood monster, with infinite pity and kindness in her eyes.

Leida turned her gaze back and covered her eyes.

Who are these people? Is this the caravan that Lady Michaela wanted to join even if she had to disband the Sacred Tree?

Leida said with a straight face: "Anyway, let's go to Ensis City first."

On the way, Leida explained the various situations in the Shadow Land to her companions: "Ensis City is Mr. Messermo's outpost city. It watches over and cares for Shadow City. In other words, it is the power of the Golden Tree."

"Is it time for Colin and Greg to take action?" Patch said, looking for the two men, but found that they were not there.

Looking back, I found that Colin and Greg had fallen behind by several steps.

Colin was wearing a blindfold and was half blind. Greg used a crutch and tried his best to move forward, but they could not catch up with the main group.

"Can you take care of the disabled?" Greg rushed to the crowd, panting.

Patch had no choice but to carry Greg on his back, while Moore held Colin's hand and the speed of searching for the Unknown Squad slowed down a bit.

Patch asked Greg, "How is it going? Is it okay for you to contact the Golden Tree?"

"No problem, I am the Golden King!" said Greg.

Leida glanced at Greg and said, "There are many former subordinates of the War King in Shadow Land. They should respect the Golden Clan."

After listening to this, Greg raised his head proudly.

"But Ensis City is managed by Lelana." Leida said. "Lelana?" Lance Shanks said.

"Laelana," Leida corrected him.

"Lenalanalanal..." Lance Shanks kept repeating the name and felt that his tongue was unable to straighten out.

Roger said, "She is the sister of the Full Moon Queen Reinara. It is said that she is now following Mr. Messemo and standing in the Golden Tree camp."

Roger smiled and said, "I am quite familiar with the royal family of Kalia, so perhaps I can talk to them."

Leida said: "If we can get help from Ensis City, as long as we provide the images, we can use the nearby black knights and soldiers to help find people."

Several people were walking along the avenue when two people hurried past carrying a simple stretcher, on which lay a bloody and unrecognizable figure.

When they met Leida and her group, the two men looked extremely sharp and fierce. But when they saw that Leida had ten people, they did not approach them, but slowly slowed down and left the road.

"Who are those?" Roger was curious. "They look dangerous."

"They are the Horned People," Leida said. "See the hard horns on their heads? That is the symbol of the Horned People."

"He has horns on his head, so he is the Horned Man?" asked Roger.

"Horned people don't necessarily have horns, but in today's world, those who still have horns must be horned people." Leida said, "After all, it is their pride, so that they can remember that they were the former masters of this land. The bigger the horn on the head, the greater the power."

"Is it also one of the forces defeated by the Golden Tree?" Roger sighed, "Is the man they are carrying also a Horned Man?"

"It must be." Leida was very sure.

"It's all bloody and mangled," said Roger.

"But the horns on his head are very complete." Leida said, "With horns that big, he must be the best among the horned people, a being close to the land god."

"That corner looks familiar to me." Lance Shanks squinted his eyes, shaded his eyes with one hand and looked into the distance.

"Sheep horns are probably similar," said Roger.

Lance Shanks asked Patch, "Does it look familiar to you? You've seen a lot."

"What do I see familiar?" Patch said, "Do you think I can see it from my current altitude?"

Patch stretched his neck and stretched his spider legs, barely reaching Lance Shanks' waist.

As they were talking, the group of horned men disappeared from sight.

Lance Shanks seemed to be still concerned and looked over there frequently.

"No need to look at it. Let's not mess with those horned people now. Let's focus on the mission to find the unknown warrior." Leida said, "That person is definitely not the one we are looking for."

"Are you sure?" said Ampah.

"That man is too thin," Leida said. "We have seen proportional images. Although the warrior we are looking for is not that strong, he will not be that thin. He will not be that thin without armor."

"Good eyesight?" Patch said.

Leida nodded slightly, and with honor and pride, she said confidently, "I am responsible for all of Master Michaela's clothes. I can tell the changes in his measurements at a glance."

"Um……"

Everyone didn't know what to do for a moment and headed towards Ensis City in silence.

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Wuming was carried into a cave, his face covered with caterpillars. Wuming felt that the caterpillars seemed to be gnawing at the blood clots and scabs on his face, repairing the injuries on his body.

About a night later, the layer of caterpillars on his face was peeled off, and Wuming's wounds were cleaned and treated carefully and meticulously. He was bandaged all over his body, all the way to his head, leaving only a few large horns on the top of his head.

Wuming sat up and looked at the bandages wrapped around his hands.

"As expected of a man with big horns." The others in the cave were very happy to see Wuming sitting up as if nothing had happened. "This is the vitality of a horned warrior."

"Who are you?" Wuming observed the people in the cave. They all had horns on their heads to varying degrees.

"You want to ask about our tribe and identity?" A man with no horns on his head and wearing a caterpillar mask squatted in front of Wuming, "I used to be a pot maintenance master. Everyone here used to have their own profession, but now we only have one identity."

"What?" Wuming asked cooperatively.

"Horned people." The caterpillar mask said, "Just Horned People. We have abandoned our identities and names. Now we are all Horned People, just Horned People. Our civilization and our nation are our names."

"Are you really just too lazy to think of a name?" Wuming said.

"Do names matter?" said the Caterpillar Horned Man. "Will Messermo and their minions treat us differently just because of our different names? No, they will just think we are 'Horned People' and slaughter us. Since they don't distinguish, we will let them do as they wish. Let them know our unity and our grievances!"

The caterpillar-horned man became more and more excited as he spoke, and when he was emotional, he could no longer control himself and picked up two knives to practice swinging them, as if he was chopping at some imaginary enemy. He danced so frantically that the air made a humming sound, and the air blades crisscrossed the cave.

Wuming was still a little confused. He didn't know what the other party was talking about. He didn't even know who Messermo was.

"I always feel like there's some misunderstanding between us." Wuming said, "I'm not a horn person—"

"That's right, you are not a Horned Man." The Horned Man said enthusiastically, "Your horns are so big, you can't share the same name with us, you are a Horned Warrior! No, you may even be a Divine Beast Warrior. There are actually living Divine Beast Warriors out there. What a pleasant surprise. You must have been sent by the heavens to help us, in order to avenge Messermo and his minions!"

Wuming always feels that this guy's rationality is a little low.

"No, why is it revenge or something? Fighting is bad. Can't we be more peaceful...like dancing or something..." Wuming said.

"Lion Dance!" The Horned Man was shocked. "You are not just a warrior, but a brave man?"

"By the way, you haven't fully recovered yet." The horn man said, bringing a bowl of dark soup, "Here, drink some."

There were also a few scorpion tails shining with cold light in the soup.

It was the first time that Wuming saw such a soup, and he immediately remembered his previous idea of ​​collecting specialties from the Shadow Land.

He took the soup and drank it all.

Putting down the bowl, Wuming looked surprised: "This..."

Wuming felt as if he had swallowed a piece of warm stone. His whole body was warm. As the black soup entered his mouth, his strength immediately melted and flowed into his limbs.

The effect is better than any food I have eaten before.

"Is there a recipe?" Wuming's eyes sparkled.

I found a treasure.

"Isn't this what all the old people in our family would do?" The Horned Man said, "But now, I'm afraid there aren't many old people left. Messermo and his minions... have killed too many people. The old people are weak and few can survive..."

"This Messermo is going too far!" Wuming was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and slammed the table. "I have to teach him a lesson when I see him."

What a waste!
"Why don't we go now and make him bleed." said the Horned Man excitedly.

"Ah? Where is he?" Wuming asked.

"He's still far away, but we can capture his outpost first." The Horned Man said, "Ensis City."

"Is it far?"

"Not close." The Horned Man said, "It would take several days to travel by horse."

"Ah, I'm so tired, let me rest for a while."

Wuming collapsed to the ground, resting his head on his head, thinking that he must get the whole mount.

(End of this chapter)