The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 460: Bonnie Village

Greg nervously wrapped the reins around his prosthetic hand, then raised his prosthetic leg and, trembling, stuck it into the stirrup of the warhorse. He leaned forward and rubbed against the horse, his hands shaking as he tried to pull himself up.

The furnace golem's previous attack had the largest and most difficult part to move, which was the carriage that Wuming was riding in, and it immediately broke into pieces. Colin and Greg, who were riding in the carriage before, had no choice but to give up the carriage and ride horses instead.

But after all, Greg had difficulty getting on a horse because of his missing limbs.

Lance Shanks couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up Greg, put him in front of him, grabbed the reins with both hands, and locked him in front of his arms.

Greg looked at the people in similar positions—Laya in Tanis’s arms, Fia in Roger’s arms, and the corrupt followers in Moore’s arms…

"Moore, can you please stop holding that bug all the time?" Leida looked at the horse under Moore's buttocks. "It's overweight."

"It's injured, I want to treat it..." Moore stammered.

Leida sighed: "Give me your luggage and shield."

……

Looking at these people, Greg's face turned red:
"I'm a grown man, it's not easy for me to sit in a woman's arms..."

"What do you mean woman? Call her auntie." Lance Shanks laughed, "Why do you call that Shuangyue so affectionately and not me? And you don't have to mind it - I'm not a woman, I'm a dragon."

Greg still wanted to save face, muttering: "Well, as a fellow dragon descendant, you can understand my situation—"

"What descendants?" Lance Shanks interrupted him rudely, "We are ancient dragons, not descendants of dragons. We are flying dragons."

"Oh..." Greg's voice became smaller and smaller.

Laya heard what Lance Shanks said and asked curiously:

"Sister, are ancient dragons more powerful than flying dragons?"

"Of course!" Lance Shanks raised his head proudly, then involuntarily glanced at a spike-shaped mountain in the east, and emphasized it in a low voice, "Of course..."

Greg was a little ashamed. He placed his last hope on Colin. This was his last bit of face.

Greg was shocked to see Colin riding a horse by himself: "Why did you get on the horse? Are you fit to ride a horse?"

Colin was full of confidence:
"As long as I have faith, blessings will guide me."

Colin let the horse run free, and the horse actually ran along the road without deviating from its course at all.

Greg was completely silent, and he just wished that Lance Shanks' arms couldn't be wider to completely cover his figure so that others couldn't see him.

Soon, everyone took the fork in the road and headed east of Shadow City.

A village appeared in front of everyone.

Then, a foul smell came in the wind.

"What's that smell?" Lance Shanks covered his nose with one hand, leaving half of the sky for Greg to smell the stench.

"It smells like the kitchen..." Greg said subconsciously.

"Ah?" Lance Shanks looked at Greg and said nothing, his eyes full of pity.

"It's the smell of the Volcano Residence." Laya also said.

"That's the place." Patch suddenly realized and laughed, "It's going to be interesting next."

"Where?" Roger asked curiously.

"Poni Village." Leida answered him.

Before Roger could ask further questions, the appearance of Pony Village had already appeared before everyone's eyes.

Pots, big pots everywhere, big and small pots sitting on the ground or hanging in the air, without exception, all the pots emitted an appalling stench.

"Where the Horned People make their pots." Leida said wistfully, with pity and sadness.

A living pot larger than the one Wuming had seen in the Sighing Prison appeared before his eyes.

Many people from the corners were lying on the lid of the big pot, muttering and calling out something.

"What are they doing?" Roger asked.

"Some are praying," Patch sneered, "that the people in the pot will become good people. Others are probably judging whether the contents are mature."

Roger said, "I thought pots were kind." "After all, nothing bad can be born." Patch said, "As for how pots are made, I suggest you don't understand."

Patch glanced at Greg:
"If you want to know, you can ask Greg."

Greg's face was pale, his head was shrunken, and he huddled tightly in Lance Shanks' arms, not saying a word.

Before everyone could look at Greg, several people, naked, holding machetes and only wearing caterpillar masks on their heads, rushed towards everyone.

"Hey, is that Anastasia?" Lance Shanks narrowed his eyes. "When did she come? And there are so many Anastasias."

"Don't judge a man by his weapons," Patch said. "Their knives are used for the same purpose—to cut up bodies. But these men make pots, and she cooks."

"He comes with bad intentions." Roger drew out his rapier as he looked at Master Weihu who was running towards him aggressively.

"You are the one who came." Patch said, "Okay, let's make it quick and easy. I don't want to waste time talking to them."

The battle was over in a flash. Craftsmen like the Vihu Master had no chance to fight back against professional killers like Ampahrada.

Moore gave his teammates guidance:
"To that bridge over there."

The crowd rode through the village, and the sight and atmosphere in the village were shocking.

After crossing the bridge, they were still in the area of ​​Pony Village. In a small house, they saw a horned man holding a whip and beating a woman who was no longer in human form.

The whip in the horn man's hand was full of jagged and ugly teeth, colorful and stained with various venoms and bacteria. The whip lashed at the woman who was not in human shape, leaving fresh wounds on her body. The woman's vitality was amazing, and the wounds recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the wounds fester and festered under the infection of bacteria, shrinking and swelling, and it seemed as if liquid was boiling on her originally delicate skin.

While whipping the woman, the horn man picked up the body parts nearby and threw them at the woman. When the broken flesh touched the woman's wound, it stopped falling and combined with the rapidly healing wound. The woman's skin became more and more deformed.

After fusing with a piece of flesh and blood, the Horned Man whipped out a whip and drove her into the mouth of a large pot, like a sheep:
"Okay, be obedient and get into the pot. Go and become a good person. After all, your witch society was created for this purpose."

The woman's whimpering was no longer audible, and she dived into the pot in a conditioned reflex of pain.

The horn man pushed up a lid and prepared to seal the big pot.

Just as he lifted the lid of the pot, someone seemed to push it from the other side. The cornerman lost his balance and the lid fell on his back, knocking him into the ground, unable to struggle out.

The lid of the pot fell down, revealing Roger's figure. He clapped his hands and looked at his companions:
"I'm sorry, I can't bear to watch this anymore."

"It's normal. This is a punishment. The Horned Man himself is afraid of it." Patch said, "Although he's not that afraid."

Feiya had also dismounted and hugged the woman curled up in the pot, transferring the warmth from her body to her.

Feiya said to Roger, "Roger, please take a horse with Colin. I will take her and treat her."

"No need to go to so much trouble." Patch said, "Witches have strong vitality. As long as the poison is eliminated, they will recover naturally. You, Colin, it's time for you to show your skills."

Colin stepped forward and began to heal the woman of the poison.

Leida also came forward to help, and wherever the golden needle passed, the poison disappeared immediately.

With their joint efforts, the wounds on the woman's body quickly disappeared.

The body parts had been connected and had glued together. They even had some life and were slowly moving.

"What a surging vitality." Roger was surprised, "What exactly is a wizard?"

"Oh, it's Marika's people." said Patch.

Everyone gasped.

"Is the Horned Man so brave?" said Roger.

Patch smiled. "The witches in the eyes of the Horned People back then were probably similar to the evil omen hybrids in the eyes of the Golden Tree now. It's just a matter of time."

"This...are we going to take her away?" Roger hesitated.

They were going to sneak into Shadow City, and it would be inconvenient to move with such a burden. But if they were just left here, it would be no different from being helpless.

"You can take them if you want." Patch didn't care. "If they get in the way, you can throw them out as bait."

"Oh, so cruel and inhumane." Lance Shanks pointed at Patch.

"Is this inhumane?" Patch snorted. "It's good that you didn't treat it as food reserve. You've really been pampered in the border area. This is the Shadow Land. If you can't get used to it, don't stay here. Who will serve you?"

"Shadowland is so cruel." Lance Shanks pouted and glanced at the Spiked Mountain in the distance.

(End of this chapter)