Chapter 158 My sun is setting

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 158 My sun is setting

The corrupt bugs were basically driven back to Galid by Wuming. Later, a group of red lion knights came here to reinforce the smoke wall and teach the techniques of fire nearby.

Seeing that the danger of the corrupt family members was over, the people in the city finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the city returned to a relaxed and happy atmosphere. After a long siege, everyone who survived the disaster was partying.

Wuming also stood on the city wall, singing loudly in the wind.

"Why do I think you like singing and dancing very much recently?" Hyde came to the city wall and interrupted Wuming.

"I have indeed become somewhat interested in this area recently." Wuming said and started singing again.

"I thought you were only interested in money." Hyde interrupted Wuming again.

"It's true that I'm only interested in money. I think this thing can make money - can you please stop interrupting me?" Wuming complained.

"Have you ever wondered why I keep interrupting you?" Hyde covered his ears, "You don't have any artistic talent."

Wuming was dissatisfied: "Why didn't I see you covering your ears on the city wall before?"

"I thought that was art that bugs could appreciate."

Wuming looked at Haide holding his forehead, looking like he had a migraine that was worse than death, and it didn't look like he was faking it.

He doubted himself a little: "Is it really that ugly? I don't have any artistic bacteria?"

"Maybe there are putrefactive bacteria," Hyde said.

Wuming was shocked and sat down on the high wall dejectedly.

"There are specialties in the arts." He sighed.

"Art is about expressing emotions and creating resonance." Hyde said, "You seem to have no emotions."

"Why do I have no emotions?" Wuming shouted in dissatisfaction, and then whispered, "Maybe my emotions are relatively dull, after all, my senses are not very sensitive."

"Why, are you planning to contract not only the construction team, but also the singing and dancing team?" Hyde asked Wuming.

"Neferi's plight sounded the alarm for me." Wuming said, "With civilization and enlightenment, on the one hand, there are fewer goals worth fighting for for warriors. They have no goals and nowhere to vent. They can only travel in the border areas.

, looking for battle festivals. On the other hand, this will inevitably lead to the decline of warriors - what kind of business am I in?"

"War monger." Hyde gave his impression of Wuming.

"In the beginning, I served the Faded." Wuming said, "Ambition and mission, blessings and guidance led them here."

Wuming rubbed his forehead: "But now, the border area has once again fallen into a stagnant state. It cannot continue like this. The coldness of the lake area cannot always suppress the blood of the soldiers. They have not been able to find the full moon, and they will definitely vent their anger elsewhere.

mood."

"You want to solve it through literature and art?" Hyde asked.

"Literary art..." Wuming pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, we happen to be in the fog forest, I will go and solve the matter quickly."

"What are you doing in the fog forest?" Hyde asked.

"The Eternal City." Wuming said, "I'm going to get something. You pack your things and get ready to go home."

Wuming jumped off the city wall and walked towards the foggy forest.

After solving the siege of the foggy forest, he could finally go and see the progress of the ladder construction in the Eternal City.

The entrance well of the Shifra River, where the corrupted family members return to Galid. The magic elevator in the entrance well is still covered with sticky white worm threads. You can step on it and lift it to draw threads.

Compared to Worm Thread, Wuming was more interested in the magic elevator going down the well.

There are grooves on the edge of the circular manhole cover-like platform, and the star-like magic flow forms a rope to control the manhole cover to slowly descend.

After a long descent, the manhole cover finally stopped, and Wuming came to another underground world.

Only after taking this long elevator ride in person did Wuming understand why the insects didn't want to come here.

I'm afraid that if they were huddled together and hugged on the manhole cover, it would take hundreds of trips up and down to transport those bugs, not to mention the hardship of the underground journey.

Wuming looked around and saw the same thing as his subordinates reported - this place was obviously underground, but the stars were shining brightly, and the starlight was even brighter than in the lake area.

Near the entrance shaft, there are many employees' tents and construction equipment, as well as traces left by the insects when they travel.

Wuming took out the map, looked at the direction, and looked for the place given by Lani.

From the map, the place where Lani asked Wuming to go was near the wellhead, but following the map's guidance, he saw a cliff.

A cliff so high that you can't even see the end of it.

Wuming grinned, feeling a little troubled.

This height is probably even more exaggerated than the cliff on the Stonewell side.

Seeing the cliff, Wuming felt that he had taken it for granted.

It would be too difficult to open a staircase with human power to go to the underground eternal city designated by Lani. Even with the help of gravity magic, it would be too difficult.

"No wonder there has been no progress for so long." Wuming muttered.

"No, we can't work so hard." Wuming made a decision, "We need to optimize the plan, otherwise the cost will be too high."

He compared the map and circled around the cliff, thinking about how to climb the Wanren cliff.

Wuming pondered and hummed: "Hmm... um~"

The deep voice resonated, shaking the nameless helmet.

Suddenly, a sense of déjà vu suddenly occurred, like a bolt from the blue, hitting his helmet.

A real thunderbolt hit his helmet, sharp and sharp.

A long arrow pierced Wuming's helmet, and the arrow stuck out from the other end of the helmet.

But Wuming, whose brain was pierced, did not fall down. He turned around and looked at his attacker.

A strong man wearing a big horn ornament on his head stood in the distance, his face painted with paint, his body dressed in primitive clothing of animal skins and leaves, and holding a horn bow in his hand.

Wuming suddenly realized: "It's those corner people."

Another reason why the nameless employee's work in the underground city is progressing so slowly is that there is a group of indigenous people here who are blocking him.

These people dress primitively and like bone products very much. The employees don't know the details of these people, so they call them horned people.

In order to avoid being attacked, the employees abandoned all metal products and instead used primitive wooden sticks and bone products for survey work, which naturally reduced the efficiency a lot.

Wuming thought that these people would stay away when the bugs passed by, but he didn't expect that they were still nearby.

"Aren't these people afraid of corruption..." Wuming muttered.

He was observing the aboriginal, and the man on the other side had drawn his bow and fired again.

This time Wuming stared at the opponent and would not be attacked again. His rich experience allowed him to judge the moment when the opponent took action. Wuming moved his body sideways the moment the bow and arrow were released.

Then the arrows on Wuming's head became two.

"Huh..." Wuming was surprised.

The speed of the long arrow on the opposite side was beyond his imagination, and more importantly -

"Will it be tracked?"

He pulled out an arrow from his head and looked at the arrow body.

There is no metal on the arrow body, and it is made of tree branches, fangs and feathers.

On the arrowheads and feathers lies something nameless and familiar.

"No wonder it's being followed." Wuming suddenly realized.

Another arrow flew.

This time Wuming did not dodge, but stared in the direction of the arrow.

The long arrow let out a scream, pierced the sky, and pierced the tent beside Wuming.

Even from a long distance away, Wuming could feel the surprise of the hunter on the other side.

Wuming smiled and waved to the other side: "Hey, can you talk? How did you learn to use the soul's tracking feature?"

Hearing Wuming's words, the hunter opposite seemed frightened, hiding among the rocks, and disappeared into the distance with a few ups and downs.

Wuming didn't pursue him either. His top priority was still to find a way to the cliff above.

He just thought of a good way.

Wuming stood on the manhole cover again. Driven by the magic power, the manhole cover slowly rose up and turned into a transport plane.

Wuming stepped on the edge of the manhole cover, compared it with the map, and stared in one direction.

There is no fence around the manhole cover, and you can see the cliff not far away.

The cliff has almost no undulations, and there are no plants climbing on it. It appears blue-black, as if it is eternal darkness.

After a long ascent, Wuming finally saw a change - the cliff was approaching the elevator.

This is a cliff with a slope greater than 90 degrees, like a whirlpool in the sea, spreading more and more upward, and the cliff will gradually move closer to the manhole cover, forming a well wall.
To be continued...