Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

When Greg finally removed the boulder from the city gate and returned to his own Stone City, the battle in the city was almost over.

The monarch disappeared, and everyone subconsciously thought that Greg had escaped.

Many people fled out of the city through the front gate, and those who were still fighting lost their will and were defeated like a mountain.

Cuckoo has a bad reputation in the border area, but this bad reputation is also earned from the protracted fighting.

Their combat experience is far greater than that of Grek.

Just relying on huge rocks to divide the battlefield and isolate Grek, they secured victory.

The soldiers of Stone City have been defeated and can no longer protect Greg. He is alone, facing the cuckoos in the city.

Ten punches are no match for a hundred feet, and the limbs that Greg installed on his body are not more numerous than Du Juan. The power of dragons that he was proud of had several on his side.

The wisdom of flying dragons is far greater than that of ordinary humans. After realizing that Greg's shrimp head has the means to attack from a distance, their flying angles become even more tricky.

If Greg takes longer to target the flying dragon, the cuckoo knights on the ground will charge at him.

The two Rhea Lucalian soldiers bravely withstood the dragon's flames, and the Cuckoo Knight behind them would pierce his limbs with their spears.

The pyroxene magic was also constantly bombarding his body from a distance, leaving him unable to parry.

Greg rolled around on the ground in embarrassment, avoiding those tricky attacks. The increasing wounds on his body caused him to continuously lose blood and physical strength.

Greg wanted to rely on limb extensions to gain strength, but looking around, there was no powerful limb that could allow him to turn the tide of the battle.

He could only roll on the ground, fuse with the broken arms and limbs in the city, and replenish some of his flesh and blood.

These indiscriminate limbs made his body more bloated, and his whole body was covered with a layer of tumor-like armor.

At this time, he was uglier than the Son of Omen.

Great King Gefulei, have you witnessed it?

Grek howled, grabbing weapons with every limb in his body, spinning and killing on the battlefield.

Several giant magic swords crisscrossed Grek's body, piercing his body and interrupting his howl.

Two huge humanoid creatures wearing armor stood in front of Greg, with swords like city gates in their hands. Magic swords flew out from behind them, constantly bombarding Greg.

This is Cuckoo's Troll Knight, possessing both strange strength and wisdom, and his combat prowess is no less than that of a dragon.

The two mountain monster knights roared at the same time. The mountain monster who inherited the bloodline of the ancient giants also had a terrifying roar, which was far more powerful than Greg's howl.

Discovering that even the calling formation was no match for the opponent, Greg became more and more desperate.

He didn't understand why things had come to this.

For as long as he could remember, he had understood the fact of his noble birth.

He lives in the gorgeous and towering Royal City of Rodel, standing on the Yatan Plateau and overlooking everything in the border area. His rooms were decorated with the most gorgeous flowers, adorned with the rarest treasures, and the air he breathed was always filled with spices.

The people in the borderland revere the Golden Clan. Statues of King Godfrey are scattered all over the borderland. Everyone is familiar with the deeds of the first King of Elden.

He is a member of the royal family, possessing the blood of King Gefulei and God, and his blood has endowed him with power. Even if he does nothing, he can still inherit the runes, the center of the circle of magic. Sooner or later, he can become the King of Rodel and rule the entire border.

He should have inherited the pride of gold and shown its dignity.

...I am...the Golden King...great ancestors, bear witness to me...

The blood blurred Greg's vision, and he could no longer see the enemies around him clearly.

In a daze, he once again saw the majestic golden tree and the prosperous and magnificent King Rodel.

Seeing the great ancestors accepting the admiration of everyone, and standing in the golden row, receiving the glory.

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At the main gate of Stone City, the Grek soldiers who had been driven out of the city were still attacking the city.

But Dujuan's defense was watertight, and the boulders summoned from time to time would fall, causing huge trouble to the soldiers attacking the city.

Farther away, a considerable number of deserters formed a flow of people, fleeing along the narrow passage between the cliffs.

Among the panicked deserters, a majestic figure walked upstream towards Stone City.

The turbulent flow of people did not have the slightest impact on this person, like a rock that separates flowing water.

At the city gate, one of Gerick's knight commanders was directing the soldiers to charge again, and the sky suddenly darkened.

A huge rock was summoned by Du Juan, and it was right above his head.

The knight commander found it too late, and watched in despair as the boulder above his head fell down.

A thick palm lay between the knight commander and the boulder, holding the boulder firmly.

The knight commander looked up along the palm of his hand and could only see the rippling muscles and the beard and hair flowing like a lion.

Holleru held the boulder and smiled at the knight commander.

Then he stepped forward and stretched his arms.

He threw the boulder towards the city gate.

The boulder shells blasted away the Dujuan soldiers with shields in front of them, creating a bloody path on the ground. One of them hit the city wall before stopping.

The city gate that had been unable to be attacked by the Grek soldiers for a long time, and the tight defense line of the cuckoos, were suddenly broken.

This movement was too terrifying, and the battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Du Juan's formation was blasted away and he adjusted his formation in a panic, while Grek's soldiers looked in awe at the warrior who helped them break through the enemy's formation.

And when they took a closer look at this warrior, the awe in their eyes turned into disbelief, and then gradually turned into excitement.

Many of the deserters were personal soldiers of lords from various places. They were not loyal to Greg in the first place. Many of the soldiers who still stayed in place were veterans who had followed Greg from the royal city. The soldiers in these royal cities have been exposed to the legends and idols since they were young, and they are even more familiar with the legends and idols.

That burly figure, heroic strength...

The rescued knight commander couldn't believe his eyes:

...King Gefulei?

This whisper was like a boulder falling into the lake, stirring up thousands of huge waves and quickly spreading to the ears of all the soldiers.

King Gefulei? All the soldiers were in disbelief.

But looking at that familiar figure, that majestic power, and that gesture that couldn't even be described as heroic, the soldiers subconsciously believed it.

The soldiers saw that the legend overlapped with the figures in front of them, and the heroic figures following the legend would also overlap with themselves.

I don't know if it was an excited shout or a furious war cry. Almost at the same time, all the soldiers howled wildly.

A huge sound surged into the sky, causing the flying dragons in the sky to freeze for a moment.

Without any command, Grek's soldiers roared into the city gate and attacked Dujuan.

Cuckoo's knight likes to have two attendants in front, bravely blocking the enemy's attack, so that he can obtain a safe and high-quality attack environment.

But at this time, this tactic lost its meaning. All of Grek's soldiers were fighting fearlessly, even more fanatically than the abandoned soldiers in front.

Some Grek soldiers have been cut down to the ground, and they still want to grab the legs of the Cuckoo Knight and bite his armor.

Under this kind of fanatical offensive, Dujuan was quickly repelled and suffered successive defeats.

Retreat! Du Juan's commander ordered.

Several small soldiers with large shields worked together to withstand the offensive of a wave of Grek soldiers, and the other cuckoos immediately retreated.

At the same time, a miserable blue light enveloped the sky.

When the aphrodisiac dragon in the sky saw Du Juan and the Grek soldiers separated, they immediately began to spit out magic breath.

Even in the face of the breath, the Grek soldiers did not flinch. They put their shields on their heads and still charged towards the cuckoos.

Helailu also walked to the city, looked at the dragon flames falling in the sky, raised his hands, and clapped them.

Shock waves emitted from his palms, and huge air waves spurted out along the gaps between his fingertips.

Long Yan seemed to encounter some invisible barrier and disappeared in all directions.

The crossbowmen took the opportunity to shoot into the sky.

But the flying dragon is so big that even if it is hit by several arrows, it can still move.

Just like a person with a wooden thorn in his hand, although the pain is unbearable, it is not fatal.

Holeilu asked a crossbowman beside him:

Where are the crossbows used to attack the city?

The crossbowman looked at Helailu, his face flushed with excitement:

The ballista was burned by Lord Greg, and there are only some wreckage left, which can no longer be used.

After saying this, the crossbowman's excited mood calmed down a bit.

It's really a bit embarrassing to speak out about my master's folly.

It doesn't matter, bring it over. Holelu said.

He ordered another man: Bring some ropes and chains.

Soon the ballista and the iron chain were sent to the front of Holelu.

Indeed, as the soldiers said, the bowstring and precise structure of the ballista had been destroyed by the dragon's flames, and all that was left was just a piece of charred wood.

But the thick crossbow arrows were still in good condition because they were kept separately for easy transportation and were not burned by Grek.

Hailelu grabbed the iron chain, tied it to the thick crossbow arrow, and then threaded the iron chain onto the crossbow cart.

Then he grabbed the crossbow and threw it into the sky.

The sharp crossbow arrow pierced the body of the flying dragon, and then the ballista directly hit the body of the flying dragon, taking it higher and then throwing it away.

Even if the crossbow arrow did not hit the flying dragon, the huge crossbow would not allow the flying dragon to dodge, and the flying dragon would be injured by the collision.

Holylu followed suit and quickly cleared all the flying dragons in the sky.

The two Troll Demon Cuckoos had long noticed this macho man descended from the sky, and they roared at Holeilu, creating an astonishingly powerful sound.

Holylu shattered the ground with her foot, roared and rushed in front of the mountain monster, grabbed the mountain monster's helmets with each hand, and knocked each other.

When the mountain demon fell to the ground, there were already two headless corpses.

The troll knight was killed instantly, and the cuckoos finally couldn't hold on any longer and began to flee towards the city wall in the direction of Lienia.

Hailelu waved her big palm like a cattail fan, and the cuckoo fan flew out before it could escape, and chased it all the way to the city gate.

The cuckoo knights mounted their horses and ran in all directions.

Having seen Holylu's power, the cuckoos believed that they would be easily chased by him even on horseback.

So the cuckoos tacitly chose to disperse and fly away when disaster strikes, and prayed that they would not be the unlucky ones targeted.

A cuckoo knight looked back while riding his horse, and found that Holylu was still standing at the gate of the city and did not catch up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they discovered that the muscular devil had no intention of killing them all.

Then I saw Holelu bending down and inserting her hands into the ground.

What are you doing?

Dujuan, who noticed the movements of Helailu, was confused.

Two seconds later, their doubts were answered.

Lienia Lake District

Knock, who was observing the battle in Stone City from a distance, suddenly noticed a large number of cuckoos pouring out of Stone City, and they didn't know what they were hiding from.

She was far away from the battlefield, and even with the eyesight of an archer, she could only identify people by looking at the color patches on their clothing.

Just as Nok was wondering, he saw the ground suddenly rising up like a wave, taking the Stone City wall as the boundary.

The hard rocky ground rippled like dough, like dough in the hands of a pastry chef, or sheets shaking in the hands of a laundress.

Above the waves, the cuckoo man is riding high on his back.

The rising ground then collapsed, killing all the cuckoos that could not stay away.

Not a single cuckoo escaped.

Looking at this natural disaster-like scene, Nok broke into a cold sweat.

After swallowing, Nok shrank deeper into the branch, facing away from Stone City.

Forget it, I can't help.

Nok felt that he had done all his kindness to Wu Ming, so he jumped down from the tree and ran away with peace of mind.

In Stone City, Holelu stood up slowly after finishing Du Juan and let out a sigh of relief.

The muscles all over his body suddenly relaxed, and his pores expelled sweat, which evaporated into water vapor under the heat of strenuous exercise.

In the mist of water vapor, Holalyu's figure was twisted, looking even more powerful and mysterious.

His muscles trembled, he shook off the water vapor and returned to Stone City.

The battle was over, and no one was left to clean up the mess. Even the people whose limbs had been cut off endured the pain and remained silent, looking at Helailu with hopeful eyes.

On the battlefield, they were willing to identify this man as the great King Godfrey.

But when the war is over and the soldiers disperse in a frenzy, they still hope to hear the answer with their own ears.

Hailelu looked around at the warriors present and smiled:

I'm back.

The simple words once again stirred up huge waves, and cheers resounded in the sky of Stone City. The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted the name of the legend:

King Gefulei! King Gefulei!

The most excited person is Greg.

Just when he couldn't hold on anymore, he saw with his own eyes that his longing ancestor defeated the mountain demon and saved Shidongcheng and him.

Greg pushed aside the soldiers and stumbled towards Holelu, tears about to flow down his face.

After the limb grafting, his body shape was no less than that of Holelu, but when Greg looked at Holelu, he could still only look up to his great ancestor.

The great King Godfrey! Greg waved his arms incoherently, I am Greg, a descendant of the Golden Clan, your descendant. Have you witnessed my heroic battle?

When Holylu first entered the city, Greg was being beaten by the Troll Knight, but Greg believed that his heroic act of killing the cuckoo soldiers must have been seen by his ancestors, and he excitedly looked for recognition.

Seeing Greg, Holler's faint smile disappeared when he faced the soldier.

He glanced at Greg's appearance and looked at the king ax caught behind his back without any expression.

Holeilu spoke with a calm and dignified tone:

I'll get my armor.

Your armor? Greg was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized and ordered the soldiers to get it.

When King Gefulei became the Faded One and left the border area, he left his armor in the major cities.

It was a gift and a declaration: it represented that the king would return one day and take back his glory.

Hallelu already had arm armor and leg armor on his body, and his armor was preserved in Stonewell City.

Silver-plated iron armor with exquisite carvings, and a skirt made of leather and chain mail, decorated with leather and animal hair.

The armor is not thick, and its protective ability is not outstanding. Its greater function is to highlight the majesty of the king.

Greg looked at Holelu in armor and was so excited that tears filled his eyes:

Great King Godfrey, do you want to lead us back to the foot of the golden tree?

The other soldiers also looked at Holero.

Many of the soldiers who are still willing to follow Grek are veterans from the Royal City. They have seen the prosperity of the Royal City and miss the glory of the past.

Holylu did not nod, but the first words she spoke made Greg's heart tremble:

You can't keep up with me.

What, what does this mean, great ancestor... Greg panicked, We will try our best to keep up, we also have horses...

Holylu glanced at them:

This is a tributary of the border. Even if you are defeated, the road ahead will be even more difficult.

We are not afraid of difficulties! some passionate soldiers shouted.

Other soldiers also shouted.

Hallelu raised her hand slightly to signal everyone to be quiet.

The whole audience was immediately silent.

Holelu thought for a while and said:

Let's do this. Whoever can stand next, I will allow him to come with me.

As he said this, Hallelu raised his right leg and stepped on the ground.

A shock wave emitted from his feet, the ground shook violently, and the soldiers fell down one after another.

Only Greg stumbled and did not fall.

This is also due to the fact that his legs are jointed and there are many arms branching out from the legs as support.

The soldiers stood up with gloomy expressions. They couldn't even catch the King of War's stamp on the ground, so how could they accompany him?

If a battle did occur, they would probably only hold the king back.

At this time, there were footsteps coming from one side.

The pace was steady and unaffected by the shock.

A knight in heavy dark red armor with an ancient golden tree pattern painted on the armor slowly approached.

The knight, holding a heavy sword and shield, knelt down on one knee in front of Holy See.

The knight's helmet has an ax head ornament, which is a symbol of serving the original king, Godfrey.

King Godfrey's personal guard, the Knight of the Furnace.

I didn't expect there are still old subordinates. Holleru smiled, Have you been guarding Stone City here?

The Crucible Knight nodded silently.

Liar! Greg screamed in his heart.

Whether it was Du Juan's siege crisis or Neferi coming to assassinate him before, he never saw the Crucible Knight show up to save him.

The Furnace Knight has indeed been staying in Stone City, but he, the city lord, cannot command this guy at all.

Greg felt aggrieved:

Don't think that being the direct bodyguard of King Gefulei is a big deal!

Holylu didn't pay attention to Greg's little thoughts, greeted the Crucible Knight, and prepared to leave.

Ancestor, I stopped too! Greg trotted after Holeru, Ancestor, please take me away!

Holylu glanced at him:

You want to abandon your city and your subjects?

Greg lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

Of course he wanted to abandon these subjects.

As long as he can return to the foot of the golden tree, he can sacrifice anything. But just like a child who doesn't know where he is wrong will realize that he is wrong and dare not say anything when faced with a serious scolding, Greg did not dare to disobey the great King Godfrey.

He hoped that this ancestor could witness his bravery and his well-behavedness, and then be kind enough to bring him back to the royal city.

Stay here, this is for your own good. Holeilu left these words and prepared to leave.

Ancestor! Greg quickly called to Holeilu.

What's the matter? Holero asked.

Stone City is very weak after a great battle. Can you stay here for a while? Grek said. Your son, Grek, kindly asks you to lead us in another battle and help me destroy the enemy.

Enemy? Holler smiled, Who?

It's a group of caravans. Greg hurriedly found a wanted poster, which also had portraits of Wuming and Nefeli, It's them, this group of people sneaked into Stone City with the intention of assassinating me and deceiving me! This is trampling on the dignity of the golden clan!

Greg spoke with righteous indignation, and every time he mentioned Wu Ming, his arms trembled with anger.

Holylu looked at the portrait calmly and said:

I saw this wanted notice when I came here. In addition to retrieving my armor, I came here for this purpose.

Greg was overjoyed when he heard this:

Ancestor, with your leadership, we will definitely be able to eliminate them and show the majesty of the Golden Clan. You can also witness my bravery. You will definitely recognize me. When the time comes, you can decide whether to take me back to the royal city -

Cancel the wanted order and stop chasing them. Holeilu said.

What? Greg was stunned, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

Why? Ancestors... you don't know what they did... Greg moved his arms.

This is for your own good. You are too weak. Stop causing trouble. Holeilu said calmly, then turned and left. You are the one who tramples on the dignity of the Golden Clan the most.

All of Greg's limbs froze.