Author: Crowtopia

Wuming dragged the dung beetle into the circular square and greeted the muscular man:

"Are you taking shelter here too?"

The muscular man turned his head and looked at Wuming with deep eyes.

Another meaning of profound is dim.

"Hey, you are also a fader." Wuming said, "Are you also lost?"

The strong man smiled and said, "I came here to visit someone. Are you lost?"

Wuming coughed twice in embarrassment:

"If you are not familiar with the place, you will inevitably go astray."

He changed the subject: "So you came here on your own initiative? The area is heavily guarded. How did you get here?"

"I jumped up." The strong man wrote lightly, "What about you?"

"I flew up here." Wuming replied.

The strong man laughed: "That's interesting. Are you a dragon or a crow?"

"Just a skinny faded person." Wuming twisted the iron armor on his body.

He looked around the circular square:

"You said you came to visit someone, but you didn't see anyone. There was only this circular ground. Is this the tombstone at the junction?"

In the center of the square, there is a small ring with a magic circle engraved on it, emitting blue light.

"There is such a cemetery..." Wuming muttered.

"This is a sealed prison." The strong man explained, "It is used to imprison some people who are inconvenient to kill."

"Why is it not convenient to kill them? Can't they kill them?" Wuming said, "For example, if they die, they will be resurrected?"

The strong man shook his head: "Some people are like prisoners of war, and they must be kept alive. Some people have sensitive identities, but they cannot be freed. This is what happens."

Wuming grabbed a dung beetle to rest on his butt, sat across from the strong man, looked at the feudal prison, then looked at the weather outside, waiting for the storm to stop.

"Who is sealed here?" Wuming asked.

"An old friend of mine, we drank together, fought together, and were exiled together..." The strong man rubbed the lines of the seal.

"Then you are here to help him escape from prison." Wuming said.

"Escape..." the strong man pondered, "it's not impossible, but it will make the person who imprisoned him - the local lord furious."

"Grek?" Wuming thought deeply, "Even the weakest demigod is still the king of a region."

"But I have a way." Wuming began to give the strong man advice, "You can lie to him."

"Liar?" The strong man asked Wuming for his opinion with his eyes.

"Scare him. Pull a tiger flag and say that he is the subordinate of some powerful demigod, so that he will not dare to retaliate." Wuming said seriously.

The strong man laughed: "It is indeed a good method."

He looked at Wuming with interest:

"Faded One, what's your name?"

"Wu Ming." Wu Ming said, "What about you?"

"Holero." The strong man replied.

"Old Lu." Wuming patted He Lailu's naked body, "Don't rush to save people. It's such a strong wind and you don't wear anything. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? I have some fabric armor here and I can sell it to you at a cheaper price."

Wuming took out some changes of clothes and armor from the package and handed them to the strong man.

Wuming handed over an arm guard and compared its size. It was thicker than a strong man's thumb.

Hallelu laughed:

"Forget it, this storm can't even chill me."

Wuming failed to make a deal, and was a little unwilling:

"Come to my place then, and I'll give you a set of armor."

Holelu shook his head: "No need, I have my own armor, just wear it and get it if you want."

Seeing that Lao Lu was unable to get in the oily smoke, Wu Ming lost his temper and sat on a dung beetle, looking at the sandstorm outside.

Hailelu looked at the dung beetles in Wuming's hands:

"What are these?"

"Dung beetles, have you never seen them in the wild?"

"I know these are dung beetles, what are you doing catching so many of them?" Holleru asked.

"Sell it." Wuming said.

"Who can this be sold to?"

"Sold to the faded." Wuming caught a dung beetle, took away the dung ball in its hand, and let the dung beetle go. He cracked the dung ball open and handed the dew drops inside to Helailu, and he also

Crack one open and drink heavily.

Wuming said: "As long as the faded ones have sufficient supplies and don't need to consider logistical issues, they can have more energy to fight, get more runes, and become stronger."

Hallelu disagreed:

"That's too generous. Such a warrior cannot stand the test."

"I think some tests are unnecessary." Wuming said, "Once supplies are insufficient, no matter how brave the warrior is, he must become cautious about looking forward and backward. They need to weigh the gains and losses, and in the end they often have to return to the starting point and make preparations."

"The warrior who moves forward bravely will gain everything and become the winner." Holero said.

"It's more likely to be a sacrifice for limb replacement." Wuming said.

"That means they are not strong enough. The only criterion for measuring a warrior is strength." Holeilu said.

"Then there's no need to fight anymore. Just arm-wrestling. Whoever is stronger will be the king." Wuming joked, "No wonder Greg wants to have limbs. The more hands he has, the better he can arm-wrestle."

"That's not what I meant by strength," Holero said.

"That refers to combat power." Wuming said, "The improvement of combat power requires experience, training, adequate nutrition, and appropriate teaching - these cannot be solved by moving forward bravely."

"But the strong will understand these through the experience of advancement." Holleru said, "The strong need to be cultivated in a harsh environment."

"Geniuses are only a minority, and most people are ordinary people." Wuming said.

"So those people were eliminated." Holleru said, "Although it is cruel, the road to becoming a king requires the elimination of many people. A king can become a king only by absorbing the power of many people."

"It is true that a king gathers the power of many people and absorbs many people's runes to become a king." Wuming said, "But what happens after that? Relying on the strength of everyone to grow, we should pay more attention to ordinary people, right?"

"It seems that you have your own understanding of the king." Holeilu crossed her arms and looked like she was listening carefully.

It's just that his muscles are too exaggerated, which makes his chest muscles bulge, more like he wants to hit someone.

Wuming leaned down and gathered up the wind-sand on the ground, making a small sand dune. Then he gathered more sand and made a taller and bigger sand dune.

"More sand can build higher hills." Wuming said, "Those who stand on the top will be taller."

"Interesting theory." Holylu looked at the sand dunes thoughtfully.

"It's not a theory, it's my personal experience." Wuming admired the sandstorm outside, "Look at how dynamic this world is. If it can become more dynamic, it will definitely produce more strong people."

"The most powerful person in the border should be Godfrey, the first King of Elden who unified the border, right?" Wuming stretched out a finger and pushed down the small sand dune,

"Given the scale, we might be able to produce warriors even more powerful than the legendary Godfrey in the future."

Hallelu's eyes lit up:

"A stronger warrior than Godfrey?"

"It's just a possibility in the future." Wuming said, "But I believe in this future."

"Do you think helping the weak can make them stronger than Godfrey?" Godfrey asked.

"You have to believe in human possibilities." Wuming smiled, "You may not believe it. I used to be as fragile as an immortal, but now I am much stronger."

Hallelu looked at Wuming's small body:

"You're not that strong now."

"Hey, I can't listen to this." Wuming was dissatisfied, "Let's compare our strength. Whoever said bigger people have stronger strength."

Holylu laughed:

"Why not, let me try your warrior skills."

Hailelu got down from the boulder she was sitting on, and shook hands with Wuming on the boulder.

The two of them put their arms on the boulder. Holelu's forearm was several times thicker than Wuming's in armor.

Wuming didn't brag, he was indeed very strong. Hailelu calmly measured Wuming's strength. Considering his physique, it was indeed quite impressive.

"But this is not enough." The muscles in Holelu's arms swelled more and more, and his strength continued to increase.

Even though you couldn't see Wuming's expression with the helmet on, you could feel his face getting red and hot.

Hailelu looked at Wuming with some surprise.

The red heat was not an illusion. Wuming's armor actually began to heat up. Huge heat was transferred from the armor to Helailu's hands, as if Helailu's palms were being cooked.

"Good method." Holler laughed, not minding this arm-wrestling method that didn't seem to be a competition of strength.

He ignored the heat on his hands and worked harder.

But Wuming actually held on.

As Hailelu increased its strength, a sound began to grow louder, gradually covering up the sound of the sandstorm and becoming clearer.

Wuming lowered his head slightly, and bright light came out of the peephole.

Wuming was wearing a full-body iron armor. At this time, a substance that looked like sparks or burning trees was ejected from the gaps in the armor.

A sound like a wrought iron bellows came from the nameless armor, and the sound was getting sharper.

The sound of the bellows soon became a scream, accompanied by sparks shooting out of the armor.

Hallelu had a clear understanding that there seemed to be giant trees that had grown for thousands of years hidden in the nameless body, like bellows filled with wood and coal. At this time, these substances were burning violently, driving huge machines, and posing a challenge to him.

The heat he felt on his hands was not the dirty trick Wuming used, but the heat naturally generated when the huge engine was ignited.

Feeling a power even greater than that of a giant puppet, Holelu shouted excitedly:

"good!"

Horailu increased her power again, blood appeared on the surface of the body, and the meridians bulged, ready to burst out of the body.

Under his gray beard and hair, his eyes were wide open, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Suddenly, Hallelu frowned.

Under the two people's elbows, the boulder cracked and exploded in an instant, sending up wind and sand all over the sky.

"Bah, bah, bah." Wuming spit out the sand, "The quality of this stone is not good..."

Wuming was about to complain to Helelu when he suddenly noticed another figure appearing in the sand behind Helelu's burly figure. The figure had thick hair, which was even more exaggerated than Helelu's long beard and hair.

But when the smoke cleared, the figure disappeared again.

"Strange thing..." Wuming said.

Holylu waved her hand, causing strong winds to scatter the smoke and dust far away, and laughed:

"It seems that there is no way to tell the winner this time, but you didn't lie, you are very strong."

"Of course, I operate with integrity." Wuming said.

"Were you really an immortal before?" Holero asked.

"Maybe it's not as good as that." Wuming said.

"Okay!" Holylu picked up a dung beetle, smashed the Dettol into pieces, and drank it in one gulp. "I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of monsters you can cultivate with your warrior ways."

"Thank you for your blessing, but material help is more practical." Wuming extended his hand to Holelu, "Two dung beetles and one thousand runes. Thank you for your patronage."

Holelu spread her hands: "Do you think I look like I'm rich?"

Holelu only had a piece of crotch cloth and a pair of combat boots on her feet.

Apart from his boots, the only place he could hide money was his extra-long beard and hair.

Wuming stood up and said, "Unlucky, I met a poor man."

He Lailu patted Wu Ming and said, "I'm not going to drink your drink for free. I'll help you find the way out."

"How to find it?" Wuming became more energetic.

"The right road is in that direction." Holelu pointed in one direction.

Wuming mentioned that his spirit collapsed again:

"It's useless to just give you a direction. The sand and dust are too thick. It's easy to get lost if you can't see clearly."

"Don't worry, just look in that direction." Holeilu said, "I will handle the sandstorm."

"You can also deal with wind and sand?" Wuming was surprised, "Are you a magician? Magic that can control the weather is rare."

"Haha, look." Holeilu walked to the edge of the sealed prison and opened her arms as if to embrace the strong wind.

Wuming saw that He Lailu's back muscles suddenly knitted together, and the muscles all over her body bulged.

Hallelu's open arms suddenly closed, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and slapped her.

The shock wave expanded along the palm, and a transparent and twisted sphere extended from the palm.

The dust in the sky suddenly dispersed. A force more violent than the storm dominated the world, and the sky suddenly became clear.

Holylu's beard and hair were scattered under the impact, like an angry lion.

"I'll blanch it." Wuming stared at the suddenly clear sky, his eyes straightened.

Holylu raised her voice: "Hurry up, or the storm will close again."

Hallelu's voice awakened Wuming, and he drove away the swarms of dung beetles and pushed the dew-dropping balls away.

"Thank you, Lao Lu." Wuming waved as he ran, "I'll give you a 20% discount from now on."

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At the bottom of Galid's Divine Grant Tower, a warrior dressed as a flame martial monk stood in front of the door.

This flame martial monk did not wear the black iron armor with a Cyclops face and a bright red shirt like those flame martial monks on the snowy mountains. Instead, he replaced the bright red shirt with a gray shirt.

This imitates the clothing characteristics of Shenpi, which means that this flame martial monk has deviated from his identity as a flame watcher. He no longer stays in the snow-capped mountains to guard the flames, but has turned around and surrendered to the taboo black flames of the Godskin apostles.

There was a sound coming from far away.

A person walked down the stairs and came to the black flame martial arts monk.

The visitor was also wearing armor. The armor was covered with eyes and ears, which looked strange and terrifying.

"Sir Bai Zhi." Black Flame Martial Arts Monk bowed, "You came here in person to find something to do with Lord Shenpi? I will report it."

"Let's go together." Sir Bai Zhi Gideon O'Fnir said, "I have something to do with you."
Chapter completed!