Ta-ta

Author: Crowtopia

Ta-ta

Greg felt very bad.

An inner strength that supported him disappeared.

What followed was all-round pain.

This is more painful than the burning of fire, it comes from the inside out.

The originally docile limbs no longer seemed to obey his commands, but became a burden growing on the body, just a shapely tumor.

Greg began to swell all over, and each limb made him more painful, as if the soul of the original owner of the limb stayed in the limb, resisting his control.

The most serious thing is the faucet on the back and the shrimp-head faucet on both arms.

Even if a hero performs a dragon feasting ceremony, long-term consumption of the dragon's heart will gradually transform it into the shape of a dragon. Greg directly connected the dragon's head to its limbs, and the backlash at this time was even more ferocious.

Greg's ugly body, which was already full of pustules, became even more swollen, and the pustules burst, exuding different juices. The muscles of his limbs began to melt, joined together, and gradually turned into a flesh ball.

Wuming, who was sneaking out of the city with a sack, noticed the strange behavior of Greg and wondered whether he should go up and kick him in the face to take revenge.

But thinking that he was doing the job of a thief and jumping right in front of the city lord, it still felt a little inappropriate, so Wuming sneaked away anyway.

He dragged a sack that was bigger than him and walked around Greg as he left Stone City.

Wuming wanted to go back along the original road, but when he walked out, he found that the scenery along the way was completely different.

Large areas of Storm Hill were transformed into glass, and the hut where they had rested had been reduced to ashes. As far as the eye could see, endless white ash stretched to the far end of the line of sight.

Wuming scratched his head and could only rely on his sense of direction to find the right path that was originally a valley but had now turned into a lava river.

Wuming stood on the cliff, climbed up and looked into the distance, looking at the avenue of ashes, his scalp went numb.

"I won't burn down the store..." he muttered.

After returning to the beginning of the guide and seeing the familiar church in the distance still standing in place, Wuming felt relieved.

As he watched, Patch rode towards him on horseback.

"You're back, welcome." Patch said with a smile on his face.

Wuming looked at Patch suspiciously:

"Welcome you to bring your big shield and spear for what?"

Patch smiled awkwardly and didn't answer, but he didn't pick up the shield either.

He looked at the clear eyes behind the Wuming mask:

"Is everything okay?"

"What can I do?" Wuming said.

"How did you mess with Stone City? How did you recover?" Patch asked.

"I don't remember it at all," Wuming said.

"You've contracted the corruption disease, aren't you? You're just having amnesia." Patch didn't believe it.

"Isn't it normal for people like me to lose their memory?" Wuming laughed.

Patch was stunned for a moment, remembering that Wuming really couldn't even remember his own name.

Patch no longer hesitated and nodded seriously:

"Alright, memory is the source of pain. If you can't remember it, it's a blessing."

"I don't think this is a blessing." Wuming said, "If you don't talk about this, how is the store?"

Patch and Wuming walked to the church, while Patch explained the situation to him.

"The employees in the store are all fine, and so are the horses, but the blood pond where the blood roses were planted was destroyed. Lake Yakir and the woods were also burned. We can't fish or hunt animals or carry out picking operations. There are dung beetles in the fields.

It’s a clean death too.”

Wuming opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Patch continued: "One more thing, because the Dragon's Breath Ruins are too close to here, the teleportation array there has also been destroyed, and our route to the Galid Mine has been cut off."

Patch concluded:

"The business has been devastated."

He squinted at Wuming:

"It's all thanks to someone."

Wuming was extremely angry:

"It's all Greg's fault!"

Patch nodded: "Ah, yes, yes, it's all Greg's fault - what should we do now about the store?"

Wuming froze, stopped in place, hesitated for a while, and began to change the topic:

"Let's not talk about that. I have good news. This will be a great benefit to our new round table!"

Patch waited puzzledly for the unknown performance.

Wuming loosened the pocket of the sack and rolled it down.

Only one finger with two bloody fingers was exposed. Standing upright in the sack, the fingers were drooped and bent, just like a normal pair of fingers.

Wuming stretched out his arms and proudly showed the two fingers in the sack to Patch:

"Ta-ta-our new round table also has its own two fingers!"

Before he finished speaking, the two fingers in the sack lost their balance and fell to the ground like a dead loach.

Wuming straightened his two fingers and raised them.

But within two seconds, his fingers became soft again.

Wuming was so angry that he kicked his two fingers:

"You don't give me face."

Two fingers ignored him.

Wuming looked at Patch:

"Lend me your spear."

Patch looked at his two fingers in confusion and subconsciously handed the spear to Wuming.

Wuming put down his two fingers, found a good position from below, and thrust the spear in.

The two fingers were supported by the skeleton, and the one finger stood straight, like a sharp sword pointing straight at the sky, and like the straight limbs of a dead person.

Wuming once again put on a display pose:

"Ta-ta!"

"Brother, you are crazy." Patch threw the big shield towards Wuming and squatted down with his head in his hands, "You killed Shuangzhi?"

Wuming pondered for a moment:

"I can't remember. I just remember that his blood was all over me. He might have committed suicide."

Patch couldn't believe it: "Do you know the status of two fingers?"

"I don't know." Wuming admitted honestly.

"This is the pinnacle of the junction's beliefs and the spokesperson of the supreme will!" Patch said.

Seeing that Wuming still didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, Pachi said:

"Think about what would happen if you killed the Pope?"

Wuming hesitated: "How satisfying?"

Patch held up his forehead: "Then let me change the metaphor. What would happen if someone killed your idol?"

Wuming immediately burst into murderous rage: "Kill him."

"That's right," said Patch, "now do you understand our situation?"

Wuming thought for a while: "But there must be someone with two fingers in the round table."

"You don't even have two fingers!" Patch went crazy.

"It also shows where our destiny lies." Wuming said, "One finger shows that we are unique!"

Wuming patted Patch on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, you think everyone has seen Two Fingers. Let me tell you, the language of Two Fingers is incomprehensible to ordinary people. A witch needs to be dismembered to understand it. As long as we don't tell anyone, no one will know it's dead."

Patch looked at the blood on his two fingers, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Are you sure?"

"Just deal with it and it'll be fine."

Wuming said as he put his two fingers into the sack and turned to Lake Yakir nearby.

After several days of recovery, Lake Yakir has accumulated some water.

Wuming took out his two fingers, dipped the sack in water, and wiped the wounds on his fingers.

Wuming made a jar out of clay, squeezed the blood water into the jar, and soon his fingers were clean.

Wuming carefully filled the wounds on his two fingers, and filled the unbalanced parts with soil to ensure that the fingers remained centered and appeared harmonious.

Wuming stood up, admiring his brand new fingers, and nodded with satisfaction: "Perfect."

Patch felt as if two fingers were giving him the middle finger.

He no longer knew what to say.

"Do you think you can really get away with this?" Patch asked.

"Don't worry, I have my own solution."

Wuming really had to go back to the Ailei Church with two fingers in his hand.

When Wuming came back, the employees had mixed feelings. The boss almost destroyed them, but the boss was extremely powerful, which was a good thing for them.

But the arrival of Shuangzhi dispelled the employees' concerns, and they were extremely excited to welcome Shuangzhi to the new round table.

The reason why employees can accept it so easily is because Wuming used some tricks.

Haida was the first to accept this "Master Finger". As the Finger Witch, she was a kind and gentle witch, and her opinions were generally accepted.

In addition, Wuming also put a layer of illusion on his two fingers.

Using light magic, he made an illusion of the movements and behavior patterns of his two fingers when they were alive. He first made the employees feel relieved, and then found an opportunity to remove the illusion.

Just say that Mr. Two-Finger suddenly became unresponsive, and it would take hundreds or thousands of years to communicate with the Supreme Will, and we commoners would not understand.

Returning to the Ailei Church, Wuming discovered that although there was a lot of bad luck, there were still many good things.

Tops' theory was successful, and now they can build a magic circle covering the entire church to protect the safety of all merchants and teachers.

With this magic circle, you can also recruit wandering merchants who are threatened by bell hunters.

The surrounding fish, shrimps and wild animals were extinct, but the nameless fire did not burn into the foggy forest after all. Hyde could provide them with many supplies.

His fortress was the first to be harmed by Greg, but it was also a blessing in disguise. It did not participate in the Cuckoo Siege, and it was the first territory to start recruiting troops and resuming production.

Greg's complete collapse this time, and the half-destruction of Stone City, the situation in Ningmu Gefu suddenly became erratic and chaotic.

The lords gathered by Greg now happen to have a lot of troops in their hands. Without the command of Stone City, they will soon have conflicts.

Hyde had a keen sense of smell and sensed that trouble was coming in Nimgefu, so he decided to cooperate in depth with the New Round Table, with both sides providing each other with supplies and combat power.

This gives Ai Lei Church many opportunities and can continue to do business with the Faded Ones.

These faded people will also be involved in the following disputes for their livelihood. Without Greg, Wuming's business may become better.

What surprised Wuming the most was the transformation of Falling Star Beast.

Falling Star Beast's eyes were clear again, but they were more docile than before.

"Is this...completely domesticated?" Wuming was surprised, "Why are you so obedient all of a sudden?"

"That thing is intelligent." Patch said, "I and the two magicians were not the only ones who saw your power."

Patch said: "If you realize that there is no hope of escape, you can't resist, you can only enjoy it."

"Really?" Wu Mingle said, "Why are you so familiar with it?"

Patch pouted in the direction of Haida:

"There are lessons learned from the past."

Haida now changed her position, next to her two fingers, and continued to transform runes for the immortals.

She seemed to feel Wuming's gaze and smiled at him.

She was one of the insiders about the secret of Two Fingers, which gave her the joy of sharing secrets.

Haida believes that this kind of secret between two people can bring the relationship closer.

Haida couldn't see Pachi beside Wuming, and she didn't know that there was a third party in the secret between the two.

Wuming nodded to Haida and told Patch about the future plans of the new round table——

It is necessary to re-establish the portal to the Galid Tunnel, as the large amount of ore there is very useful.

The nearby woods are extinct, and the immortals and hybrids have lost their jobs. It is necessary to provide them with new jobs and ensure the supply within the church.

The most important thing to pay attention to is the impact of Greg's loss of power. It is foreseeable that Nimgefu will be in turmoil in the future. It is still unclear where the new round table will go and what role it will play in it.

There is also a more pressing problem: the blood pool is destroyed, and they can no longer deliver goods to the Blood Dynasty.

Not only is it a delivery issue, but also the loyalty of the Blood Dynasty needs to be considered.

Patch said: "I suspect that the Blood Dynasty was involved in this Grek attack. Fan Lei has not appeared in the church for many days."

Both Wuming and Pachi were a little troubled.

The returned bone fragments are all provided by Blood Dynasty, and they are an important partner of the New Round Table.

But on the other hand, they have never relaxed their vigilance towards this partner.

Both of them are well-connected. The Blood Dynasty and the New Round Table are using each other, not an unbreakable alliance.

The Blood Dynasty is highly suspected of being involved in this attack by Greg, which puts the threat of the Blood Dynasty on the table.

The two had to face this problem head-on and began to weigh the risks.

Tops' magic circle covers the entire church, and the easiest way to defeat it is for the enemy to teleport directly into the church through returning bone fragments.

Whether or not to retain this teleportation center became a question that the two of them had to face.

Returning bone fragments was a skill they couldn't give up, and they were stuck by the Blood Dynasty.

Wu Ming came to Se Lian and asked her if she could solve the problem, but she was unable to do anything.

"I thought you knew everything." Wuming said.

Se Lian shook his head: "I only know what I have learned. I have also studied the teleportation array of Blood Dynasty. It is not my system. It looks very ancient."

"Don't you always say that stargazing is the oldest art?" Wuming said.

"Stargazing is the oldest one," Se Lian said, "but some stargazing techniques have long been lost."

She took out a scroll with her rubbing of the Blood Dynasty teleportation circle:

"It's a bit like the Uru Dynasty - an ancient civilization that has been lost for a long time. I don't know much about them."

Seeing that Serian could not give any more information and that the New Round Table could not decipher the secret of Blood Dynasty's teleportation array, Wuming asked Serian to play with the Falling Star Beast.

"There are so many things." Wuming sighed.

"You bring it on yourself for most of the time," Patch said.

Wuming smiled nonchalantly:

"But we have two fingers. This is a new beginning. The problem will always be solved and we will become more abundant."

Wuming weighed this new round table:

"Two fingers, witch, teacher, blacksmith, merchant, warrior... basically everything."

Patch said: "Think about the Blood Dynasty first, don't get distracted."

Wuming did not stop:

"But there is still a lack of a profession, a person who may be able to solve the problem."

"What profession?" Patch's eyes lit up when he heard that Wuming actually had a way, "Come on, tell me, I can help, and we can find such talents together."

Wuming looked at Patch and showed a playful smile:

"That's what you said."

"What on earth is it?" Patch felt that Wuming's attitude was strange.

Wuming said slowly:

"It's your favorite—the priesthood."

I’m going to put it on the shelves tomorrow, so I’ll wrap it up with this paragraph and give a detailed introduction later.
Chapter completed!