Chapter 27 As we all know, the intelligence of a brave man is __

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 27 As we all know, the intelligence of a brave man is __

Wuming greeted Neferi from behind the shield:

"Hello, we meet again."

"You actually help such an evil person!" Neferi slashed at Wuming angrily.

"What are you talking about? Are we familiar with each other?" Wuming waved his shield and swung Neferi's ax away.

Facing Neferi with the middle door wide open, Wuming wrapped his arms around her, held her in place, and removed his double axe.

"Take it." Wuming hummed.

"Asshole!" Neferi struggled, "Just because your father expelled you, do you actually want to work for someone like Greg?"

Greg was overjoyed: "Where did you come from as a warrior?"

"Just a businessman." Wuming saluted Grek.

"Okay, okay, there will be a big reward!"

Greg hurriedly gave Wuming a verbal promise and couldn't wait to stare at Neferi:

"And you, you are going to be a sacrifice for the limbs - put her in the 'kitchen'!"

Wuming said: "Lord Greg, this girl is very strong. Just being imprisoned is not enough. She needs to be guarded."

"You're right." Greg nodded.

He called the guard captain over and asked him to take charge of Neferi's guarding.

After arranging Nefeli's affairs, the grafter finally had time to talk to Wuming:

"Warrior, what's your name?"

"My name is Wuming." Wuming introduced himself.

"You seem to be a fader too?" There was something in Greg's words.

"Yes, as a businessman, you have lost your blessing a long time ago." Wuming said, "I came to Shidong City to inspect and found that the main entrance was wide open and in a mess, so I came in out of curiosity to have a look."

"How can a businessman be so skilled?" Greg asked.

"In today's border area, how can you be a businessman without any skills." Wuming said humbly, "And if you hadn't consumed her physical strength, I wouldn't have been able to successfully attack her."

When Greg heard the compliment, he became elated and beamed with joy.

After having fun for more than ten minutes, he still suppressed the smile on his face and asked Wuming:

"You seem to know that woman?"

Greg looked Wuming up and down. A faded person broke through the main gate to assassinate him, and another faded person saved him. Being naturally hostile to and despising faded people, he began to suspect that Wuming and Neferi were in the same group.

"Oh, we met in the Round Table Hall." Wuming said casually, "Her father is Sir Baizhi."

"Sir Bai Zhi!" Greg exclaimed.

"Do you know Baizhi?" Wuming asked.

Greg didn't answer, his face was gloomy.

As the weakest demigod in the border area, Greg is also particularly concerned about those existences that may threaten him.

Sir Momochi is an existence that can threaten demigods.

Not only his personal strength, Sir Bai Zhi also has his own power. With the Round Table Hall as the core, many people work for him.

This is also a powerful side.

"Is Baizhi finally going to attack me..." Greg's face was gloomy, with a hint of fear.

"But you have caught her daughter now." Wuming said.

"It makes sense." Greg was happy.

With Neferi, he has the capital to negotiate.

Greg has begun to consider Neferi as a long-term hostage.

"I can marry her as my bride, so that she will stay in Stone City forever, making Baizhi unable to do anything." Greg thought about how to make good use of Neferi as a hostage.

"But then we won't be able to use her to attach limbs..."

Regretful, Greg looked at Wuming again.

Under that heavy armor, there must be equally solid limbs...

"Nameless Faded One, thank you for your help. I will hold a banquet for you, my friend." Greg said to Wuming with a smile, "Stay here."

"Okay, it just so happens that my caravan hopes to come to Stone City to do business, so I'll come here to check it out," Wuming said.

"You still have a caravan?" Greg asked politely, "Where did it come from?"

Faced with this problem, Wuming, who was originally cheerful, suddenly started to hesitate:

"Ah... it's not easy to disclose the forces we belong to. As you know, caravans are not popular."

At this time, Greg's eyes were full of nameless arms. He didn't care much about these polite words and agreed with a smile:

"It's true, you can rest assured that I won't persecute you here."

Seeing that Greg had no curiosity at all and couldn't take the opportunity to elicit the lie, Wuming was a little helpless. But he was not in a hurry, he had other things to do.

Stone City's merchants and supplies had long been cut off by Greg. Apart from the meat he enjoyed, he was unable to hold a banquet and needed to hunt temporarily.

Wuming was able to visit Stone City during this time.

Although Stonewell has become dilapidated and depressed, its former glory can still be seen.

If this place could be revitalized again, it might really become a nice city.

There is both a city and a city.

Nameless went to what Greg called the kitchen.

This is a large slaughterhouse, with various limbs hanging from the ceiling of the hall, and blood dripping on the floor.

There is another prosthetic in the kitchen. He is even more deformed than Greg. He has lost his human shape and can only stand like a spider. Looking at the head of that prosthetic, he still looks like a young and handsome nobleman.

It is unknown whether he accepted the limb voluntarily or was forced to accept it by Greg.

Neferi's cell is on the second floor of the kitchen and is guarded by several homeless knights.

As a warrior in the wilderness, Neferi will not sit still and wait for death. She hides on the side of the door, sleeping with the patience of hunting wild beasts, waiting for the moment when the door opens, subduing those who enter, seizing weapons, and escaping.

The door did open, but to Neferi's surprise, it was the back door.

"Oops, there's no time for a sneak attack..." Neferi didn't have time to think too much, she kicked off the wall and threw herself towards the back door.

The distance of one more room accelerates, and Neferi becomes even faster.

But the swift attack was still blocked, and her hands were caught by another pair of iron hands.

"So enthusiastic." Wuming smiled.

"It's you again!"

Neferi was angry.

She knocked on her knee, hitting Wuming's chin.

This was effective, and Wuming let go of his hand.

Neferi's hands were freed, and she immediately hugged her knees and rolled around.

The knee collision just now did not cause the slightest displacement of Wuming's chin, and even the helmet did not deform in any way. All the impacts were equally fed back to Neferi's unprotected knees.

Neferi's knees were almost shattered, and what was more desperate than the severe pain was that she knew that she couldn't escape as long as Wuming was there, and the injured knees would make it even more difficult for her to escape.

"Your protection isn't adequate. You'd better wear armor."

Wuming squatted next to Neferi, covering Neferi's knees with his hands, and the warm light healed her injuries.

The pain and humiliation made the corners of Neferi's eyes moist, and she gritted her teeth:

"You also want to humiliate the enemy, you damn guy!"

Wuming took a few steps back and distanced himself from Neferi:

"You know what a good person is, and I saved your life."

"You imprisoned me in the slaughterhouse and saved my life?" Neferi said.

"You don't really think you can beat Greg, do you?" Wuming held up his face.

Neferi was dissatisfied: "Why can't I defeat you? That kind of despicable guy."

"Despicable does not mean weak." Wuming said, "He is a demigod after all. Although the ability to attach limbs is not decent, it is still a kind of divine power. Look at his size, do you think the injuries he caused are really fatal injuries? And

Have you ever hunted any large beasts, and when are they most dangerous?"
To be continued...