Chapter 102 Departure

In Ailei Church, the construction of the new round table is gradually taking shape.

Although many fighters no longer come here regularly, various unique businesses can still attract some of the faded warriors as repeat customers.

For example, Haida's rune conversion business became the most popular service for those who faded during the war.

In times of crisis and war, no one knows when they will be knocked down with a hammer and never wake up.

The runes obtained by warriors in battles were often spent that night, either to find women or to improve their strength.

Haida can meet these two needs at the same time. The soldiers can also pay homage to Lord Shanzhi and listen to the story that can soothe their anger and restore peace to their blood-stained and sensitive hearts on the battlefield.

The story of the sun always inspires everyone and brings courage and will.

"So you are not allowed to join the big caravan." Wuming pointed at Haida and announced to the caravan members.

Haida lay on Shan Zhi and cried: "It's not my fault that my business ability is too good."

Wuming was running around the store, making final arrangements before leaving and handing over various business matters.

Although there were no customers in the entire old Patch store, they were all busy, preparing for the unknown journey.

Several faded customers came to the store on horseback. They were surprised to see the rare busy scene in the store and greeted Wuming familiarly:

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Go to the Lake District." Wuming said, "If you don't come to visit me, I will have to think of ways to open up new sales."

The faded ones laughed together: "There is no way, we also need to eat."

"Now I know it's coming." Wuming hummed, "Looking for Haida?"

"Get the blacksmith," said the Faded One.

"There should be a blacksmith shop over there at Hyde, right?" Wuming said, "Why do you still come here?"

"Hyde's is too expensive." The faded ones shook their heads and settled the accounts with Wuming on their fingers. "That forging stone is like a bottomless pit, so I can't afford it."

"Is Hyde so dark?" Wuming was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "Then you go to the blacksmith shop to strengthen it. We just got a good blacksmith, authentic giant heritage, good weapons, made by giants!"

Although he didn't react, Wuming still didn't forget to advertise.

The faded ones heard that more professionals were coming, and happily went over to repair their weapons.

But after a while, they came back to Wuming wailing:

"Boss, why are you so shady? Let's unite to make war fortune, right?"

"Dirty?" Wuming didn't understand, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm telling you, what's wrong with me?"

"The price has increased. How come the forging stones you receive have doubled?" said the Faded One.

Upon hearing this, Wuming took the faded one to confront the mountain demon blacksmith.

The mountain demon blacksmith was also aggrieved: "It's always been this price, and it costs two forging stones to grind it."

"Do you want two stones?" Wuming was also surprised.

"Don't you need it?" The mountain demon was even more surprised.

The mountain demon Wuming and the Faded One looked at each other and sat down together to review the situation carefully.

After talking for a long time, we finally came to a unanimous conclusion——

The current forging industry in the border area is inherited from giants and transformed by mountain monsters into technologies suitable for humans.

For ordinary weapon forging, you need two forging stones at the beginning, then four, and then six. When the weapon becomes hard enough, you have to upgrade the forging stone and continue sharpening it with a harder and more suitable forging stone.

Repeating this process, if you want to polish the weapon to the extreme and reach the level of a heroic weapon, you will need at least ninety-six forging stones.

"unacceptable!"

Before the Faded One could speak, Wuming slapped the table and got up angrily.

"Ninety-six yuan? Is this a forging technique used by humans?" Wuming said.

"It was passed down from the giants," said the mountain demon.

"No wonder the giants became extinct." Wuming sneered.

The mountain demon blacksmith looked at Wuming in surprise:

"What do you mean, can you reduce the required forging stones in half?"

"Isn't this natural?" Wuming said, "You need two forging stones to sharpen the blade? What a waste! Give me a stone to sharpen it!"

Wuming was very angry:

"And how did you divide the material of the forging stone into so many grades? Isn't the colorless stone very good? The forging stone used for ordinary weapons is ten times the colorless stone?!"

"It's been passed down from our ancestors..." the mountain demon blacksmith whispered.

"I don't care who your ancestor is. Use my skills from now on." Wuming dropped these words and ran to the corner to find Se Lian. "If you have a scroll, give me one."

A bundle of scrolls slowly floated in front of Se Lian and was handed to Wuming.

There was a hint of red air surrounding the scroll.

There was a big sword beside Se Lian, who was studying the technique of controlling objects through the air.

This is the nameless method. Combat skills are the result of the warrior's refined soul, embodying the warrior's skills.

As long as you can decipher this technique, you can learn their combat skills.

Se Lian is indeed a genius and quickly completed the basic analysis. Although it is not sophisticated enough to control the pen tip to write, the future of completely replacing hands for work is already approaching with the naked eye.

"Awesome, keep practicing." Wuming praised Se Lian, picked up a pen, and wrote quickly on the scroll. He quickly filled the scroll and handed it to the mountain demon blacksmith.

Se Lian leaned over from behind, her soft body pressed against the armor behind Wuming, and looked at the scroll.

After looking at it for a moment, she was a little disappointed:

"I thought it was a magic scroll. I thought you had something new."

"It's a new forging technology." Wuming said.

Although she said she was disappointed, Se Lian didn't go back and focused on the content under the tip of Wuming's pen.

"You want to improve forging technology?" Se Lian said.

"Yeah, it's too wasteful now." Wuming said.

Se Lian stretched out her hand, and another pen and scroll floated into her hand. She drew a few strokes and handed it to Wuming:

"You might be able to use this."

"What is this?" Wuming was a little confused.

There is just a complex abstract geometric pattern on Se Lian's scroll.

"Cutting of pyroxene," Se Lian said, "cutting the forged stone according to this proportion and method can maximize the number of usable fragments. To put it simply, one large fragment can be cut into three small fragments."

Wuming understood immediately and murmured: "This is really useful."

Se Lian got up from Wuming's back, waved to him, and returned to his corner: "You're welcome."

"Thanks for the extra points, I'll give you a salary increase later." Wuming responded happily.

He wrote the scroll and handed it to the blacksmith:

"In the future, I will follow this forging technique and improve it. I will reduce the forging stones required to strengthen the weapon to the extreme to less than thirty pieces."

The blacksmith's face was a little bitter: "It's difficult."

"This is an excellent opportunity to surpass your shabby ancestor." Wuming patted the mountain demon's leg and said, "Go for it."

The words "surpassing the giant" are indeed useful. The mountain demon held back his energy, grabbed a small pyroxene prism as reading glasses, and painstakingly studied the small scroll.

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The convoy started, and Wuming brought Gale and several Kaidan mercenaries to escort the big coffin.

The corpses in the large coffins have been moved out to serve as nourishment for the blood pool and the corrupted dependents.

The large coffin in the empty position was now filled with exquisite silk.

Produced by the demihuman group led by Parker, in addition to cloth, there are also many finished fashions.

In addition to the silk, there is also a portal lying in the hearse, which will become a direct gateway to the trade routes in the lake area.

At that time, other employees who want to go to the lake area will also be able to travel easily.

Wuming did not ride on the Falling Star Beast this time, but once again rode on the magnificent golden chariot.

The war horse pulls the chariot together with a separate mountain demon through iron chains and steel frames. The chariot is in front and the mountain demon is behind.

This is a face-saving project designed to promote financial strength, or a practical tool to make Kaliya and the academy think highly of them.

In order to appear more luxurious, Wuming also put many exquisite small items on the car.

Wuming believed that with Pachi exploring the route in advance, his large caravan would have smooth sailing in the lake area.

It's unclear whether things went smoothly in the Lake District, but the caravan hit its first wall as soon as it arrived in Stonewell.

The large caravan had a mountain demon and a hearse, so naturally it could no longer take the small road and had to go through the main gate of Stone City.

The dilapidated walls of Stonewell City were blocked by rough wooden frames, and Greg's original knights and warriors occupied Stoneville City.

But this ancient and magnificent castle no longer belongs to Greg.

Greg disappeared. When Greg's knights finally couldn't bear to cut open the flesh ball he transformed into, they only found a small hollow, but not their master.

Without Greg, Stone City was completely out of control. The knights lost their glory and became thieves, occupying the city and becoming kings.

"It's a bad start." The mountain demon pulled the cart and teased Wuming who was sitting on the golden carriage.

"Then let this be the starting point of the journey to the Lake District." Wuming stood up from the carriage and shouted to Shidong City, "We are the orthodox team of King Neferi of Nimgefu. We must open the city as soon as possible. Door, let us through!"

The nameless voice spread far away, reaching the Shidong City Wall.

Attracted dozens of flying arrows.

One of them almost shot through the war horse's head, but Wuming blocked it and flew out.

"You fucking troublemaker, you dare to touch my horse." Wuming was furious.

He was counting on using the chariot to show off his face. Seeing the war horse in danger, Wuming immediately burst into flames and faced a wall of fire that melted the flying arrows. The wall of fire pushed flat, knocking over the fragile wooden fortifications and digging a hole in the gate.

The people in the city did not resist any more. The power of the flames reminded them of the day when Stone City was destroyed, and of the fire butterflies that filled the sky. Although the scale of the wall of fire was far less than that, it still caused the knights who had lost their glory to lose the will to fight.

Wuming used her own power to help Nefeli, and then her team gathered together to enter Stonewell City more smoothly.

But as the large caravan passed through Stone City, they found that the back door was still sealed.

The nameless motorcade was blocked at the gate again.

Moreover, the defense strength of the back door is far greater than the wooden frame of the front door. It is blocked tightly with huge rocks, and most of the troops are also guarding the rear.

"I have to open the doors one by one, right?" Wu Mingzhi glanced at the Greg soldiers following him.

"This door cannot be opened." Soldier Greg quickly explained.

"Are you afraid of being beaten by Dujuan?" Wuming wondered, "Didn't you win? Why are you so defensive?"

"We are guarding against cuckoos, but not living cuckoos." Soldier Greg said.

The Greg soldiers led Wuming up to the city wall and looked down the city.

After a great war, the land behind Stone City was still a mess.

The soil was flying, and the broken rocks were like protruding broken bones after the earth was fractured, piercing the soil.

In a messy land, quite a lot of people are wandering in it.

Many of them are wearing cuckoo costumes, and some are wearing the costumes of Stone City warriors, mixed in, and the two coexist peacefully.

Everyone's clothes were in tatters, stained with dirt, and revealing the rotting flesh underneath.

These people's eyes were lifeless, and the flesh on some people's faces was completely rotten. Maggots crawled in and out of the sunken eye sockets, but it did not prevent them from wandering around this land blankly.

Under the soil, occasionally skeletons would stretch out their arms and crawl out from the layers of soil.

"Dead person?" Wuming asked.

Soldier Greg nodded: "There is a cemetery near here, and the dead will occasionally appear. After the last battle, King Gefulei wiped out all the Dujuan and buried them all under this land. Unexpectedly, death spread to Here, the dead cuckoos have become dead cuckoos.”

"Then you should clean it up." Wuming said, "How can you just close the door when the dead are blocking it? At least build a grave for them to dance on, sleep and snore."

"It can't be that simple." Grik soldier murmured, "These cuckoos still retain the fighting habits of their lifetimes, and they also have a large number of magic props with amazing power. Besides, if we kill the dead, they will be resurrected sooner or later. How can we kill them?" Dead people? And they are really scary..."

"Try to treat them?" Wuming suggested.

"To correct them." A voice came from behind.

Wuming turned around and saw a warrior rushing up with a big sword.

The warrior's armor is very strange. Gold and silver are intertwined. It has a humanoid design, but the gold and silver outline a human shape and are intertwined with each other. Judging from the posture, the golden head dominates, while the platinum head grows on the chest, which is very weird and deformed.

The sword in the warrior's hand is also made of gold and silver, shaped like a slender cicada wing.

Although his appearance is strange and his running posture is somewhat deformed, the warrior's movements are surprisingly swift.

He ran quickly, crossed the long distance in a few steps, stepped on the steps prepared by the soldiers to climb the city wall, climbed the city wall, jumped high, jumped off the city wall, and came to the center of the dead.

When the living person appeared, the dead people immediately broke out of their dazed state, roared silently at the warrior, raised their weapons and attacked him one after another.

Facing the horrifying resurrected corpses, the warrior was undaunted. He swung his sword, and the golden wave blade was thrown out from the blade of the sword. The golden light blade scattered all the living corpses along the way.

Green smoke emerged from the bodies of the dead, and the power supporting their actions suddenly disappeared, and they collapsed into fragments of skeletons.

The following Dujuan Deaths were still rushing forward and attacking the warriors. The Dujuan further away took out the blue pyroxene from the satchel on his waist and threw it at the warriors.

Facing the charging dead, the warrior put away his sword, stretched his hands to both sides, and assumed a straight posture.

"What are you doing? Broadcasting gymnastics?" Wuming asked, "Our employees also do morning exercises in the morning to cheer them up."

The warrior's actions were obviously not just about boosting his spirits. A golden law pattern appeared with his arms extended, carving an arc-shaped golden circle on the ground.

In this golden circle, scores of dead bodies fell down, and the power that supported their operation was extracted, and they all returned to death and became normal corpses.

The broken bones fell to the feet of the warrior. The warrior didn't even look at it. He maintained his solemn and upright posture, like a god looking down on all living beings. The sound of countless broken bones composing a requiem for this god.

Along with the broken bones, there were dozens of pieces of azalea pyroxene. The pyroxene shattered, the magic ball rose, and the overwhelming barrage knocked over the god who looked down on the world.

The sacred magic circle and strange armor could not block the magic power of the pyroxene. The warrior seemed to be in a bombing zone and was repeatedly thrown away in the continuous explosions. He was knocked unconscious and lost consciousness before his eyes.

Wuming jumped down, and the purple magic circle swept around, shooting down the subsequent magic balls.

Wuming held the unconscious warrior under his arm, jumped up, and returned to the city wall.

The mountain demon pulling the cart saw all this and said:

"That looks like a warrior of the Golden Law."

"Really?" Wuming looked at the soldier under his arm, "I just saw him helping us solve the roadblock and wanted to save his life. What we businessmen value is an equal exchange."

"Oh." The troll said, "By the way, this man took off the wheels of our carriage when he just passed by."

"Ah?" Wuming quickly picked up the wall and looked down.

The wheels of the Deathborn on the unknown golden carriage have never been repaired.

Wuming feels that the Deathborn can provide extra power to the wheels and look more aggressive.

Now the parts composed of the Deathborn were completely falling apart, and the golden chariot that had lost its padding tilted again, and the exquisite small objects placed on the vehicle slipped and shattered to the ground.

Wuming stood up silently, carried the unconscious warrior back to the outer city wall, and let go of his hand.