Chapter 315 The Talkative Lion King

The halberd stopped on Wuming's head, trembling slightly. The strong wind blew the fabric on Wuming's armor, but it could not shake him.

The guard of the big tree looked at the calm Wuming and became more and more irritated.

His mission was to recover the big rune, but now the mission was completely useless, and seeing the big rune being smashed, the big tree guard always felt inexplicably angry.

There was a feeling that the things he cherished were looked down upon by others, which even reminded the tree guard of his first love and the painful memories before he swore an oath to worship the golden tree.

But when he saw Wuming's eyes, he recalled that long-ago childhood, when playmates never cared about the value of items and shared them with their peers at will, only to be scolded by their parents when they returned home.

"Oh, why don't I, the big tree guard, have an innocent childhood?" The big tree guard put down his hand.

After all, he could no longer collect all the big runes, and there was no way he could grab the big runes from Latarn and Man Yue. The big tree guard made a misjudgment from the beginning. He didn't expect Wuming to really smash the big rune, so he didn't rush to stop it.

"Let's go -" the big tree guard was about to go back to plead guilty.

In the caravan, a loud bang drew the attention of the big tree guard, and they saw a man standing in front of the coffin, using a war sickle to pry the top cover of the coffin and lift the cover of the coffin. The loud noise just now was the sound of the top cover sliding down, and it almost hit a caravan employee not far away.

At this time, Alpelich didn't care about exposure or image, and he was sweating profusely as he pried open the coffin.

He must make this horrific truth known to the public.

Alperich pried open the coffin, exposing the erect middle finger to the light of the golden tree. He stood at the edge of the coffin and waved to the tree guard:

"Don't go! They killed Two Fingers!"

Alperich's shout penetrated the protective shield, reached the big tree guard, and reached the ears of the people around him.

People looked at each other in confusion, watching Alpelich standing on the edge of the coffin with his legs spread apart, and kept pointing at the coffin.

I don’t know who laughed first, and soon the laughter spread to the surroundings, and everyone was happy.

The big tree guard also looked at Alpelich in surprise:

"Who are you? What nonsense are you talking about? Kill Two-Finger? Do you know that Two-Finger is a god-like existence. There is no existence that can harm Two-Finger."

"Of course I know what I'm talking about. Stop them quickly." Alpelich was very anxious. "Didn't you see the body in the car?"

"I didn't see any two fingers, only a pillar." The big tree guard said.

"Fuck you, why!" Alpelich was very excited and didn't know why no one believed him.

"This is definitely a two-fingered body," Alperlich said.

"How did you confirm it? Who are you?" the big tree guard asked.

Alperich looked around, took a deep breath, and did not care about hiding his identity:

"I am from the Round Table Hall. I serve Two Fingers. I have seen Two Fingers and talked with Two Fingers. I know what Two Fingers look like. What is in this coffin must be the remains of Two Fingers. A businessman Team, I have never even seen two fingers, so it is impossible to create such a realistic artifact, every hair on the two fingers can be clearly seen."

When the guard of the big tree heard that Alperich was so convinced, he also looked at the middle finger a few more times suspiciously. He did not have such a high status and could often touch the two fingers, so he could not judge.

The weapon he had originally put back was stretched out in front of Wuming:

"How is this going?"

Before Wuming could speak, Pachi had already rushed over:

"Misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. It's just a stick or a pillar. We contract construction and have a carving business, so we will bring some materials."

Patch knew that Wuming spoke freely and would be directly exposed when asked, so he had no choice but to stop Wuming himself.

The guard of the big tree looked at the somewhat broken middle finger and said hesitantly:

"You building statues... know how to decorate this kind of sculpture?"

Patch laughed: "Customers always have requirements..."

Alperich saw that the big tree guard was going to be fooled, so he took the risk and prepared to fabricate a crime for which there was no evidence:

"Can't you recognize that this is a real two-fingered sculpture? Can't you recognize that it's an artifact? This is a sculpture of two-fingered fingers. Isn't it a crime to keep an alien-shaped two-fingered sculpture privately? Isn't it a crime for a caravan to keep this kind of sculpture? Has the religion been restored?"

"Pagan?" The guard of the big tree said solemnly.

"The heresy of epilepsy, the crime of fire." Alperich said, "The businessman has a long history of criminal conduct."

The crime of fire, Alperich accurately stepped on the minefield guarded by the big tree.

He immediately changed his attitude and ordered Wuming:

"Please come with us, we want to investigate your background."

"This is slander!" Patch jumped up on eight legs excitedly, "What an unfounded accusation!"

Alpelich immediately retorted:

"If it's false, why are you so excited? Are you guilty?"

Patch was a little desperate. Alperich obviously arranged the caravan deliberately. What made Patch desperate was that everything he said was right.

Not to mention Haida's identity as the Direfire witch, Wuming's sponsorship of the Direfire Village is well known in the Lake District and can be found out with a single investigation. The Golden Dynasty would bury them alive as long as they had some reason. He was indeed so excited because of a guilty conscience.

"We can't let them take us away," Patch said.

"That's right, we finally found a place where we can do business for a long time, how could we just leave like this." Wuming agreed with Patch.

He hugged his chest and said to the tree guard:

"My caravan cannot go with you."

The guards of the big tree became more and more frightened when they saw Wuming's refusal. Wuming's actions of smashing the big rune just now were automatically rationalized in their hearts.

If it were a group that wanted to completely destroy the Golden Tree, it would naturally smash the Great Rune. This was the caravan's silent declaration of war against the Golden Law.

"You refuse to investigate?" The big tree guard looked solemn as never before, "Surround them."

The cavalry team raised their weapons collectively, stood on their chests, prayed and swore in unison, rode their horses around to the flank of the caravan, and pointed their spears directly at the caravan employees.

Lenora frowned: "He is our ally."

"Lady Lenara, this is a matter between the golden tree and the flames. It's better for you not to get involved in this muddy water." The guard of the big tree said in a cold voice. He had no intention of giving any face to Lenara this time. The dazzling golden light flew towards the royal city, calling for more reinforcements.

"I don't want to be an enemy of Wangcheng." Wuming said, "Why don't I let my employees go first and let me, the boss, go to Wangcheng to clarify the misunderstanding?"

"Take them all away." The big tree guard said nothing.

Knight Rodel approached the caravan, and when he got close to the caravan, they seemed to have been hit by some kind of enchantment formation, and they all changed directions and walked out of other places in a daze.

"What kind of witchcraft? It's really a pagan." The guard of the big tree was shocked.

"We have serious magic." Wuming said, "Don't talk nonsense. You have insulted a great magician who has worked hard for countless years. I want you to apologize immediately!"

The big tree guard seemed to be stressed, the thick armor on his body was shaking slightly, and it seemed that the muscles all over his body were still tense, ready to launch a violent attack at any time.

"How come these big tree guards are so virtuous?" Wuming asked Patch in confusion, "Why are they so afraid of fire?"

"You first think about how to relieve the siege." Patch said.

"I can't." Wuming admitted honestly.

Wuming is proficient in killing and destruction, and can't think of a peaceful solution to this sudden situation.

"Then we can only deal with that kid." Patch looked at Alperich with a fierce look.

"Killing him? It won't help the problem," Wuming said.

"Who said we want to kill him?" Patch said, "We can't prove our innocence, so we can smear others. As long as we slander that guy and others don't believe him, that's fine."

Patch's spider legs cut through the air, making the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air, with a fierce look on his face:

"If you can't refute the evidence, then slander the person who speaks."

Just do what he said, Patch climbed to a high place and scolded Alpelich, saying that he was just a liar. How could a real Knight of the Round Table ask for help from the caravan, saying that this was just a conspiracy of a liar, and the liar said Nothing can be trusted.

Faced with Patch's stern questioning, Alpelich had no reaction. He has been able to navigate the Round Table Hall for many years with just one mouth, not only because of his sharp tongue, but also because of his deep understanding of various forces and situations.

Patch can say that he is a liar, but the Golden Tree would rather kill him by mistake than let him go. Now it is useless for Patch to say anything.

As expected, the Rodel knights were unmoved at all. They just surrounded the caravan and did not give the caravan a chance to escape. They were ready to wait for reinforcements to come and use more violent means to tear down the protective shield.

In the distance, a roar responded to the signal sent by the big tree guard. It was a lion's roar. The volume changed obviously, as if the owner of the sound was coming at an extremely fast speed.

The guard of the big tree was overjoyed: "Prime Minister Seluoxiu personally led the troops?"

As the Prime Minister of the War King and an old sage of the Golden Clan, Selosiu is also well-informed and can use troops like a god. With his help, he will definitely be able to solve this troublesome caravan.

Sure enough, in the distance, a lion galloped over, decorated with iron armor. The light of the golden tree flowed through the lion's slender body and golden mane. The armor, which was maintained as bright as a mirror, reflected the metallic luster, making it look noble and gorgeous. .

The lion runs nimbly in the sun, like a lonely king patrolling his territory.

Aloof? The big tree guard felt something was wrong:

"The prime minister came alone?"

There was only one lion. It galloped to the big tree guard, swooped down, and stopped in front of the big tree guard.

The lion stood up on its hind legs, stretched out its long and flexible forelimbs, and waved its hands repeatedly.

Prime Minister Selosiu, after his gorgeous appearance, spoke in human words:

"Hey, don't fight, don't fight, everyone will make money by being harmonious."

"Lord Selosiu?" The big tree guard couldn't believe it.

The lion gave in as soon as he opened his mouth, which was a bit hard for him to accept.

"Okay, please step back first." The lion waved his paws at the guard of the big tree, and immediately came to Lenara, lying on all fours, lowering his head, as if performing a special etiquette that only beasts know how solemn they are. .

Serothio said: "Ms. Lenara, long time no see."

"Theroxiu." Lenara nodded gently.

Prime Minister Beast Selosiu greeted him somewhat flatteringly:

"I heard that you were coming, but the lion rushed over immediately without stopping. I hope I didn't neglect you."

"I don't care that much about red tape," Lenora said. "How about Lord Godfrey?"

"Very well, welcome to the Royal City." Selosiu said, looking at the dragon-skin balloons in the sky, "But you soldiers, please don't bring them to the Royal City."

Lenara waved her hand: "I won't go, but my friend wants to visit the royal city, and your people seem to think he is a rebel."

"What's going on?" Selosiu immediately called the big tree guard, with a stern tone, "I asked you to collect the big rune, why did you have a conflict with Lady Lenara."

The big tree guard dismounted and was severely scolded by Selosiu. After finishing his remarks, Prime Minister Beast whispered in his ear:

"Now is not the time to start a war with Lienia, please restrain yourself."

The guards of the big tree also understood. After seeing the first call for help, Selosiu rushed over immediately. He did not see the next two communications. No wonder he came here so quickly.

He had no choice but to honestly report what happened next:

"The big rune is gone."

"It's gone? How come it's gone?" Selosiu asked.

"It was smashed." The guard of the big tree said, "The caravan was also accused of killing Two Fingers, and the body is on the coffin."

There was obvious surprise on Selosiu's lion face:

"Huh? So crazy?"

Selosiu looked at Wuming, who gave a friendly greeting to the Lion Prime Minister.

Selosiu looked at Lenara again and shook his beard: "With Lady Lenara's guarantee, I am willing to believe you. Please cooperate with this boss. As long as you prove that you are kind people, you will definitely be rewarded." You are fair."

"As expected of a prime minister, he has a pattern." Wuming was relieved and praised the Lion Prime Minister's reasonableness to Patch.

Selosiu looked at the protective shield covering the caravan:

"Can you please remove the protective shield first, and I can go see the so-called two-fingered corpse?"

Patch said: "Why don't we go to the Royal City first so that we can undergo a comprehensive inspection."

Patch delayed Selosiu, hinting Wuming to quickly remove the bag.

"No need, just check it now." Serothio said.

The Lion Prime Minister's tone was kind but unquestionable, and he stared at Patch, as if he could see through Patch's little thoughts.

Patch bit the bullet and removed the protective shield.

As soon as the protective shield was removed, Alperich ran out first before Serothio could make a move.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, the danger level of the caravan has increased to a terrifying level in Alperlich's eyes. He is so eager to have people come to inspect it, and he also wants to get away quickly while the protective shield is open.

Alperich found a direction with fewer people and fled. There was only one caravan of Golden People blocking the way.

Alperich turned slightly sideways, preparing to pass by the Golden People, but saw that the Golden People also turned slightly sideways, blocking his way.

Alpelich was furious: "Get out of here!"

Even a golden citizen dared to block the way. Alpelich finally broke out in constant fright. He took out his staff and threw several pyroxene ice cubes at it, preparing to teach this blind man a lesson.

The ice cubes hit the golden people, but they did not shake the golden people at all.

It was too late for Alperich to realize that something was wrong. The golden man punched Alperich in the stomach, and he was blasted back wherever he ran.

The bodies of the Golden People swelled, showing ferocious horns and ugly faces.

"Mengget? Where have you been before?" Wuming asked.

Ever since Menggert went to the royal city, he seemed to have never been seen again. Wuming thought Menggert had not come back.

The Son of Omen knocked Alperich away with one punch, and slowly walked up to Serothio:

"Lord Serothio, can you spare this caravan? I don't want to be your enemy."

Selosiu seemed surprised by Mengt's appearance and narrowed his eyes:

"Mengote? You escaped."

"You didn't want to lock me up." Menggert said, "In that case, can you also let the caravan go?"

"Lock it up? What happened? What happened?" Wuming felt as if he was completely out of the situation, but he had a vague feeling that the period when Menggert was missing seemed unpleasant.

Selosiu lowered his lion head, as if he was weighing something. He looked at Mengt and the nameless caravan again, and spoke in a softer tone:

"You know, I don't have anything to say about this kind of thing. But since you said so... let you-"

Selosiu glanced at the people around him and said, "Let King Godfrey make the decision."

Selosiu looked at Wuming: "Go and see King Gefulei and let him decide your outcome."

Selosiu saluted Lenara: "This matter is a bit big and it is not something I can decide. Don't worry, madam, I will try my best to put in a good word for your friend."

As he said this, Selosiu walked to the golden carriage on his own:

"Come with me, I will take you to see Godfrey."

"Does the whole caravan want to go? Can it be just me?" Wuming asked, "I can represent my caravan."

Selosiu glanced at the long caravan:

"Yes, you can bring anyone you want."

Although Selosiu was easy to talk to, Wuming could tell that it was based on a kind of self-confidence - a self-confidence that would never let anyone go. Considering that the golden tree has the power to conquer the entire border area, the caravan really has no place to run.

"This is different from the meeting I imagined." Wuming sighed, "I thought it would be more formal and friendly..."

Wuming finally went on the road with Patch, Nefeli, and Menggert. This was the most sharp-tongued and toughest group of people that Wuming could think of, trying to persuade Godfrey to give preferential treatment to the caravan.

At Serothio's request, Alpelich, who had been beaten unconscious, was also brought in to attend as a witness.

Selosiu was not as anxious as Patch and the others. He walked in front with his head held high, using the fleshy pads on his paws as a buffer, quietly and elegantly.

"Don't be afraid." Selosiu said in a friendly tone, "This matter may be big or small, Godfrey is still very easy to talk to."

"Still a wise king?" Wuming was a little happy, "I've always heard that he was a war king. I thought it would be difficult to communicate. As long as you can communicate, we will definitely explain it clearly."

"What's a good way to talk?" Patch asked.

Walking in front of Wuming and others where they couldn't see, Selosiu grinned a bloody smile:

"If you fight with him and get praise from him, he will probably be willing to believe your words. It's easy to talk to him, right?"