Chapter 285 Prelude to the Volcano

At the Volcano Residence, Diaros stood in front of Tanis, pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.

"You haven't given up yet?" Tanis looked at Diaros with some appreciation.

"I want to be a hero..." Diaros blushed, "I know I haven't performed well recently, but I-"

Tanis stood up, raised her finger, and put it in front of Diaros' lips:

"Tragus is indeed my mistake. I didn't expect Patch to be so powerful. Even a strong person like Eleonora would fail. It's not your fault to give newcomers a task that is too difficult all of a sudden. I will Give you a suitable task."

Diaros stepped back and nodded.

"Speaking of Patch, that guy is actually a traitor." Diaros clenched his fist angrily, "My brother said that loyalty is very important."

"Not really," Tanith said.

Diaros was a little confused: "Isn't he a traitor?"

Tanis pondered for a moment and did not answer Diaros. She just took out a letter and handed it to Diaros:

"This is your mission. There will be no problems this time."

After sending Diaros away, Tanis took out another letter, opened it and read it.

"Patch..."

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Patch and Wuming were standing in front of Alexander, chatting about their hometown.

"Hometown..." Wuming muttered this strange yet familiar word.

Alexander thought Wuming was surprised, scratched the lid of the pot again, and let out a simple and hearty laugh:

"The pot also has a hometown."

Wuming moved closer to the cliff and looked down.

Under the cliffs in the lake area, where Kaliya's study leads to the bottom of the Divine Grant Tower, it does not lead straight down to the sea. There is also a small piece of land, which is very secret.

On this land, you can see houses and many flowers and plants. On the streets, you can see live pots of all sizes playing and resting.

"Is this your hometown?" Wuming said.

"Yes." Alexander nodded the lid of the pot on his head, and his strong tone became much softer, "I just made up my mind not to go back."

"Why don't you reply?" Wuming asked.

"I am Warrior Pot, and my mission is to become a hero. Countless warriors sleep in my body, dreaming of becoming a hero. That is my innate mission."

Alexander stood by the cliff and looked at the small village below: "If you want to be a hero, you have to give up the thought of homesickness."

This Warrior Pot, who usually only likes to laugh heartily, has a firm tone and a touch of sadness in his voice. It is the sorrow of being far away from his hometown. The faint floral fragrance floating from the bottom of the cliff lingers around the Warrior Pot.

Alexander suddenly laughed again and scratched his head in embarrassment:

"Although I can't go home, I want to say that when I come back this time, I can take a look from the cliff - I casually approached and just saw it. As a result, I was directly stuck in the hole. The warriors in me may scold me for this Be weak."

Wuming and Pachi looked at each other and exchanged glances.

"I really envy you, Alexander." Wuming said, "We don't have a hometown, and we can't even look at it."

"I do." Melina raised her hand, "It's still the royal city."

"Go, go, what's the matter with you?" Wuming pushed Melina away.

Alexander said:

"Maybe the world is fair, and you also have power that I can't match."

"Then you are wrong Alexander." Wuming said, "I have no hometown, or I have lost my hometown, so I can only regard the place where I live as my hometown. Meet beautiful people, experience beautiful things, and then see the world To be my hometown and to continue the world, I can become so powerful."

Wuming knocked on Alexander's pot:

"People still have to have some hope in order to become stronger."

"The dream of the warrior in me is also hope." Alexander was a little confused listening to Wuming's specious words.

"This is a matter of caliber." Wuming said, "Only those who have the world in their hearts can become a king. Even if you cannot become a king, you can still become a hero. The warrior in your body is not enough."

"Indeed!" Alexander greatly agreed, "He is indeed a powerful warrior, but my strength is not enough. As expected, I still need to continue practicing and incorporate more powerful warriors into my body."

Alexander stared at Wuming:

"Well, if I can accommodate a warrior as powerful as you, my capacity will definitely become larger."

Wuming smiled:

"If you have a chance, when you go to the academy and help me, I will definitely find the body of a strong man for you."

"I will definitely do my best to build the toughest body possible." Alexander assured Wuming, "I'll go right away."

With that Alexander turned around and left.

"Don't worry, you can go visit your hometown again." Wuming said.

"That's right. I got stuck in the hole before and haven't seen it yet." Alexander walked over. After Wuming's persuasion, Alexander was no longer so ashamed to show his weak thoughts and emotions in front of others.

Alexander stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the village. The undulations of the pot's body became smaller, as if he was holding his breath and watching carefully.

"The cliff is too unsightly to see. You have to get closer." Wuming said.

Alexander leaned down, put his hands on the edge of the cliff, and stretched out half of his body outside the cliff.

"Oh, it really opens up a lot." Alexander said, "You still have more options."

"That's right, I have a lot of options." Wuming said, nodding to Patch.

Patch walked slowly to Alexander's side, raised his foot, and kicked the bottom of Alexander's pot. Before Alexander could scream, he fell straight down the cliff, and the smooth pot body rotated along the steep wall. It rolled all the way down and smashed into Hu Village.

"Oops, sorry, my foot slipped." Patch shouted from a distance on the edge of the cliff, apologizing to Alexander, although his tone was unapologetic.

"Your kicking skills are so pleasing to the eye." Wuming also walked to the edge of the cliff and saw Alexander standing up like a normal person, "Unscathed."

Melina looked at the two people and silently took a few steps back.

One blows people up to the sky, and the other kicks them down to the ground. What kind of people are they?

Patch looked at Wuming: "Are you going down too?"

"Go and get the money first. Holding the runes in your hands will make you feel at ease." Wuming led the two of them into Kaliya's study.

The interior of Kaliya's study is a ring-shaped tower. The lower floor is directly connected to the sea and is filled with sea water.

The door leading to Lani's Divine Awakening Tower cannot be found in the door of the study. Special instructions are required to activate the study's mechanism.

Follow Lani's instructions, input the internal command, activate the magic circle, turn the entire study upside down, go through the inverted stairs, and find the hidden door.

There was also a magic professor guarding the door in the study, attacking indiscriminately, teleporting and using a magic bow to harass the three of them. In the end, the irritable Wuming banned the magic and restrained them and then tied them up. It took him a long time to explain to the professor that he had a close relationship with the Kaliya royal family.

"I should say hello to the Full Moon Queen and let her make it easier." Wuming sighed.

"How do you say hello? I'm going to cut up your daughter's body. Could you please open the door for us?" Patch said.

"Renara doesn't care so much about the child now. It's no problem. She will definitely respect the child's wishes." Wuming was confident, "Besides, there is Burke, let him enjoy the pillow."

"The Kaliya royal family is under your control." Patch said.

"Who made them rich?" Wuming smiled and opened the door.

The Divine Grant Tower is right in front of you, but there is a god-skin noble blocking the way. The plump and round figure is quite eye-catching.

"Come in." Wuming poked Patch.

"Why don't you come?"

"Don't you have a good relationship with Huo Huo? Go and talk about it."

"Shenskin and Huoshan have a cooperative relationship. Not all godskins belong to the people of Huoshan." Patch said, "I understand but I don't understand."

"You don't understand me." Wuming kicked Patch out, "You go."

Patch didn't refuse. He went over to talk to the god-skin noble and came back after a while:

"Let's go, we've made sense."

The sturdy god-skin noble watched them leave. When Wuming passed by, the god-skin noble gave him a mysterious smile:

"God-killer, I look forward to your performance."

Wuming was a little confused, nodded to the god-skin noble, and came to Patch's side:

"What did you tell him?"

Patch said: "The Godskin nobles are a group of destitute guys who are fanatically fond of hunting gods. I told you about your deeds, and he thought you were a comrade."

"I didn't kill the gods because I wanted to." Wuming muttered.

After going up to the Divine Grant Tower, Wuming and others finally saw Lani's body.

This Divine Grant Tower is not like Greg's Divine Grant Tower, where a corpse with two fingers is lying there. It is empty except for a small human corpse in the center.

It was a charred corpse, lying alone in the center of the Divine Grant Tower. The body was rotting and its appearance could not be seen clearly. Only a few strands of red hair on the head and a slender and tall figure could be vaguely recognized.

Behind the corpse, a blackened wound with half a foot missing was engraved on the back, like a multi-legged insect lying on the back. The same coat of arms was suspended on Lani's body, like a big rune, exuding an ominous aura.

"This is Lani's body..." Wuming squatted next to the body and examined it carefully, "I can indeed feel that it contains huge power, and it is even baked."

Wuming pointed to the centipede ring:

"Is this Lani's big rune?"

"No, this is the curse mark that was carved when she died." Melina said, "When the demigod dies for the first time, the curse mark will be carved. Normally, it will be a circular ring."

"This is a semicircle." Wuming said.

Melina said: "Lani only died physically, and only half of the scars were left."

"Can you take away this curse mark? This kind of curse mark is related to death. Although it is not a big rune, it can also become a rune. It is quite dangerous..." Melina explained, wanting to ask Wuming to deal with this. Something dangerous.

Turning around, he found that Wuming was grabbing the curse mark and stuffing it into his mouth, already eating half of it.

"What are you doing?" Melina was shocked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I also feel it. This curse mark is indeed quite powerful." Wuming said, "I can't help it, I can't help it."

Wuming spat out the centipede ring that was stained with thick yellow liquid and didn't know if it was saliva or something, and handed it to Melina: "Do you want it?"

Melina waved her hands repeatedly, showing an expression of disgust.

"That's good. I'll eat this, and you can just distribute the body to the employees." Wuming put the centipede ring into his mouth again and swallowed it whole.

Together, the three of them cut Lani's body into thousands of pieces, beat it into a pulp, and then used Melina's secret method to refine the runes.

Then they made gestures and prayed to the ground together:

"Thank you God Lani for giving us runes."

"Is this the body of a god? It's really amazing." Patch looked at the huge amount of runes in Melina's hand and marveled.

"Go back quickly, the employees are probably impatient." Wuming said, "compensate with more wages."

"The employees won't be in a hurry. The salary has already been repaid," Patch said. "It won't take long to make up for it."

Wuming stared: "Did you steal the money back again?"

"You underestimate the size of the caravan too much. At your level, there are many ways to make money." Patch said, "Have you seen any caravan owner who raises money by working around like an adventurer? Do you make money from missions?”

"Then how do you make money?" Wuming asked.

"Just publicize it," Patch said. "Don't forget, we have the most convenient commuting road from Ningmugefu to the Lake District to Yatan."

Patch smiled evilly:

"Have you forgotten that there are still a large number of faded ones active in the border area. Lenara's resurrection, Latan's resurrection, and the faded ones hunting these top demigods are hopeless, and they will all flock to the Yatan Plateau."

"I really forgot." Wuming suddenly realized, "Oh, these faded ones came so slowly, I even forgot that there is this group of people."

Patch said: "A large number of faded people are pouring into Yatan. They need to pay tolls to cross the bridge and reach the plateau. The faded people without witches need to convert runes. New weapons and treatments all need to pay us runes."

"Reliable!" Wuming gave Patch a thumbs up, "I read you right, you are indeed interested in the caravan."

Patch smiled: "Of course I'm interested. After all, it's for Tanis."

Wuming put his arm around Patch's shoulders: "Don't worry, I won't really take action against Tanis."

Patch said nothing about the nameless guarantee:

"Then let's go back first."

"You go, you go, I won't delay you in making money." Wuming pushed Melina to Patch, "I'll leave my money to you."

Wuming handed Luen over to Patch with confidence, and was very satisfied with his bald partner.

At the Volcano Residence, Tanis also held a letter and was very satisfied with Patch.

"...The opening of the road will bring a large number of faded people to the Yatan Plateau. Whether you are looking for new compatriots or hunting for new power, it is up to you to decide, and it will definitely become a boost to the volcano. I hope you can complete your mission as soon as possible. Aspirational – Patch.”

Tanis looked at the envelope, sighed, and smiled:

"This is the rare good news recently."

Tanis was in a good mood and was about to go out for a dance when she saw a little snake man stumbling over.

"Laya?" Tanis was surprised. She looked around to make sure there was no one there, and hurriedly came over to greet her. "Why did you come out like this?"

The snake-men looked at Tanis with tears in their eyes, as if they couldn't stand still:

"Mother—Lord Tanith, did you lie to me?"

Tanis was a little at a loss and forced a smile: "How could that be possible...Laya, what are you talking about..."

Before she finished speaking, Tanis saw a wet and sticky object in Laya's hand.

Tanis became solemn as if she was struck by lightning: "Laya, how could you have such a——"

Tanis seemed to have lost her strength and slumped on the throne. She stroked her forehead:

"You went there..."