Chapter 316 Acquaintances and Acquaintances

"That's really easy to talk about." Wuming said.

Pachnefeli and others were also relieved.

Selosiu said with a smile:

"Strong people don't always pay so much attention to rules. Just tell Ge Fulei, and I will lead the way. Everyone still values ​​peace."

On the way, Menggert whispered to Wuming:

"Find a chance to run."

"Run? Why are you running?" Wuming was suspicious, but seeing that Menggert was very nervous, he also lowered his voice.

"Didn't you hear what Selosiu said?" Mengt said.

"I heard it, it sounds like your father is quite a nice person." Wuming said, "He is a true-hearted hero."

"The current gladiatorial arena in the junction area was opened by my father." Menggert said, "He likes fighting, bloody and fanatical. If a fight happens, someone can easily get killed."

"Don't worry, I'm very capable of surviving." Wuming said, "It doesn't matter if someone loses his life."

Menggert doesn’t know how Wuming can survive:

"Don't take your own life seriously. I know you are very powerful, but this is dangerous. My father will be too excited when fighting, and he will be desperate."

"We also felt a little bit of the War King's power in the volcano. It's indeed very strong, but there's nothing we can do about it. He can risk everything, but I can't." Wuming said, "Now that he's running away, the business I worked so hard to build The team is finished.”

Menggert said: "But you have to run. My father is my mother's axe, and the sharp knife that upholds the law. Your various ideas and actions are all provoking the Golden Law, and my father will not let you go." "

When he said this, Menggert raised his chest and raised his head, his voice was no longer concealed, it was loud and clear, and he seemed to be quite proud.

"Do you still remember that you advised me to run away?" Wuming said.

He looked at Menggert and asked:

"Didn't you and Greg go to the Royal City to intercede with us? Why did you get locked up according to the Lion Prime Minister's wishes? I saw that our caravan was fine, and I thought we had reconciled long ago."

Menggert lowered his head:

"I went to the royal city to look for my father, but we failed. My father...it was only after he listened to me and heard about the giant volcano snake that he thought of going to the volcano. He went there in a hurry, and he didn't care about your caravan. I don’t know why, maybe I think you are too insignificant and unimportant.”

"Then why are you locked up?" Wuming asked.

"It doesn't count. Selosiu said that we had bad omens and limbs, and wandering around in the royal city would have a bad impact, so he put us under house arrest in the palace. But I am familiar with the place, and he didn't put any magic shackles on me, so we have been there all this time. I'm using the spies I left in the city to find out the news. I heard something happened to you, so I just ran out." Menggert explained, "Grek is still staying inside. Seeing that he is quite comfortable, he doesn't want to leave. ”

"I'm so happy to miss Shu." Neferi said, "This guy has forgotten about Stone City."

"Strictly speaking, the Royal City is his hometown." Menggert corrected Neferi, "He would be happy in Stone City——"

"Where's Lance Sanks?" Wuming asked.

"She is my 'spy who stayed in the city.'" Menggert said, "The prime minister didn't even imprison her and allowed her to move around freely. She is a priest of the ancient dragon faith in the royal city, and her official status is much higher than ours - "

Menggert suddenly stopped talking and listened attentively:

"It seems like someone is approaching..."

"There are people from all directions." Patch said, "Is this a trap set by the lion to prevent us from escaping?"

"Is there no chance..." Menggert was unwilling to give up, "There is no reason, why should we hide it and test us if we fail."

Before Menggert could finish his guess, many masked men suddenly rushed out from all directions, blocking the way and surrounding them. They all rushed towards Wuming and his group with sharp blades in hand.

"Are you... robbing the fragments of the Great Rune?" Menggert came back to his senses.

Most of the basket of fragments is still held in Wuming's hands, and there will still be people who take desperate risks.

But to Meng Gete's surprise, more people were targeting Selosiu.

First deal with the irrelevant people and then snatch the big runes? From Menggert's perspective, the formation of these people was a bit too loose. Almost all their strength was used to attack Selosiu. The people blocking them seemed to be just to prevent Selosiu from running to the other side.

Another assassin angrily said:

"Serosio, your death has come!"

Menggert suddenly understood that Serothio was alone now.

For some people, the current Prime Minister of the Golden Dynasty may be more important than the incomplete fragments of the Great Rune. He has been Prime Minister for so many years and must have impacted the lives of countless people. Now someone came to kill him, perhaps for personal vendetta, or for some deeper consideration. In short, they wanted to chop off the lion's head when the prime minister was defenseless.

But no matter what the other party's purpose is, this is a good opportunity for the caravan.

"Tear it out from the weak point." Mengt said.

As long as they took advantage of Serothio being surrounded and broke through the encirclement in the opposite direction, they would have a chance to escape.

Wuming didn't wait for Menggert to say anything, and rushed out first, hitting the assassins behind him.

The attacker was not strong, so Wuming tore one up and knocked down a piece. Gravity magic gathered the assassins into a ball, entangled their arms together, and tied them back to back.

"What are you doing?" Menggert said, "Run quickly."

"Why are you running? We are going to meet King Gefulei." Wuming tied up the assassins and patted one of the assassins on the head. "This is considered a meeting gift. Besides, we saved the prime minister, so we are not doing him any favors." Maybe King Gefulei will——"

Menggert didn't wait for Wuming to finish speaking, and carried a Wuming in one hand and a Patch in the other, preparing to throw the several parties involved out first. Even if he is taken back, he will not be severely punished.

Before it could be thrown, two sharp air blades drew out from both sides of Menggert's back, plowing out two deep ravines, forming a fan shape.

Looking at Selosiu again, the assassins surrounding him were all reduced to pieces of flesh. Selosiu's flesh pad was gently resting on the ground. The cold light on his sharp claws flashed away and was hidden in the meat pad. With that palm as the center, five ravines extended in all directions, tearing apart the assassins along the way. Only the positions of Wuming and others behind him were given way.

"Meeting gift?" Serothio turned around and saw Wuming who was clamped on Mengt's shoulder and Patch who was moving around with eight legs. He smiled, "Then I have to thank you. With a living survivor, our interrogation will indeed be more convenient. Some."

Menggert saw that all the assassins were wiped out, so he had no choice but to let go.

Wuming looked at the assassins who were chopped into pieces:

"It's amazing, Prime Minister, a clerk has such ability."

Menggert said: "The symbol of the Golden Clan - 'Prime Minister Beast' Selosiu, his former title was, 'King of Beasts' Selosiu."

Hearing Menggert's introduction, Selosiu smiled:

"I'm old. I can't fight anymore. I'm not as good as you. Okay, let's continue on the road."

Wuming walked side by side with Selosiu and asked out of curiosity:

"There is also the profession of Beast King, but since he is a king, why do he become a prime minister?"

Serothio replied: "This is not surprising. Since ancient times, beasts have been attracted by heroes and kings, and they have gathered around heroes with kingship."

Selosiu raised his lion head, feeling a little melancholy:

"I used to think that I was a beast king and would not be attracted by any so-called heroes or kings. I was the king, the hero who allowed the beasts to gather around me. It wasn't until I met Godfrey that I realized that, in fact, I ——It’s also the fact that it’s a beast…”

In the past, Menggert would have listened excitedly to the stories of his father's past deeds, but now the more he listened, the more he seemed to be hallucinating the scene where the nameless Patch and others were torn apart by their father.

He was brought back to the royal city in such an uneasy manner.

Wuming had seen the majesty of the royal city from a distance, but when he got closer, it became even more majestic.

The scale is larger than that of Shidong City, and the detailed textures of the city walls are so delicate and exquisite. I don’t know how much manpower and material resources are involved.

Entering the royal city, the first thing that attracted Wuming's attention was not the various golden-colored buildings, but an ancient dragon.

It was an overly huge ancient dragon, a little bigger than the Larcade that Wuming saw swallowing Eleonora in the volcano.

The ancient dragon starts from the outer wall of the royal city and spans half of the royal city. The ancient dragon's rock scales are motionless. At first glance, you might think it is some kind of strange sculpture.

But Wuming felt that it didn't look like a sculpture, it was a little too delicate, lifelike, and powerful.

After entering the royal city, Wuming felt that the air at the foot of the golden tree was obviously sweeter. Even breathing here seemed to be able to absorb some of the power of golden runes.

And in such a thick air, the courage exuded by that ancient dragon is still very intimidating. This is beyond what the average sculptor can do.

The caravan had contact with Malemare, and learned from him that even his teacher, the well-known sculptor in the border area, worked on the level of church statues. This level of completion is not possible.

"Is that an ancient dragon?" Wuming asked Selosiu.

The nameless person answered, but it was Mengt:

"That was the 'Great Ancient Dragon' Gulan Sanks, the starting point of the Ancient Dragon War, and the only time the outer wall of the royal city was breached. Even in the Shattered War, the King's Alliance Army failed to accomplish the feat, and was defeated by an ancient dragon on its own. Complete with force.”

"Awesome, Gu Long is very powerful no matter where he goes." Wuming sighed with emotion.

"But it was the Golden Dynasty that won in the end." Menggert puffed out his chest and sounded proud.

A slender figure jumped out and jumped up to see the evil omen of Mongotte covered with hard horns.

After Lance Sanks knocked Mengt on the head, he put his hands on his waist, blew his nose and stared:

"What a victory, it's obviously a tie."

"If you take the lead in launching a war and it turns out to be in vain, then that's not a failure." Menggert said.

"It was Godwin who took the initiative to make peace. It was you who surrendered first." Lance Sanks said.

"That shows that the Son of Gold is kind and generous!" Menggert said angrily, "My brother didn't lose."

"My brother didn't lose either." Lance Sanks was also angry.

"You don't even understand one thing about Godwin!"

"Even you are not allowed to insult our ancient dragon!"

The two of them were at loggerheads, and it seemed like they would start fighting and rolling around if they disagreed.

"Don't fight, don't fight." Selosiu immediately stood between the two of them, quite helpless, "You don't have to be so clear about the ancient dragon war. We are all in the same group now, and that's enough. Peace, peace is the most important thing. "

"Harmony brings wealth, and anger brings wealth." Wuming also went over to help.

The two were finally pulled apart, their eyes still staring at each other unwilling to admit defeat.

"Okay, okay, let's go see Ge Fulei." Selosiu led everyone from the ancient dragon to the thick roots, all the way up to the royal court.

"Why is this road so difficult to walk?" Wuming looked at the bottomless abyss beside him, "After all, this is a royal city, why can't it be a little more grand like the coming of all nations? Where is my right path?"

"The right path has long been destroyed by war and time." Throthio said, "We just came back and we don't have the energy to care about this."

When Wuming heard this, he immediately became excited:

"Our caravan is contracted for construction. How about we be responsible for the reconstruction of the royal city? We have a very good resume. We once contracted for the post-war reconstruction of Stonewell, and the results were gratifying. We repaired the bridge connecting Stonewell and the Lake District. Now the two The land has begun to regain its vitality, and there is an endless stream of travelers and merchants..."

Wuming began to sign up for dishes to promote the caravan's past business and projects to increase his chances of winning the bid.

"Haha, okay." Selosiu nodded.

Meng Ge grabbed Wuming. Since he had already arrived at the royal city, there was no hope of escape, so he could only try to let Wuming have more eyesight.

Menggert whispered: "Don't think about the project. There is no guarantee whether we can survive this or not. When we see my father later, we will have a better attitude, assume the posture we should have, be more respectful, and say something nice." , maybe they will let us go.”

"It's easy to talk about." Wuming nodded repeatedly.

Walking through the queen's boudoir, climbing the long stairs, and entering the court hall like a pilgrim.

As for the throne in the middle, the burly body full of courage and the golden sword sat there. The gorgeous armor did not weaken the oppressive power of King Gefulei at all, but only made him more sacred and unshakable.

The true face of the battlefield king, who was filled with praise and admiration among countless people, was finally revealed in front of the caravan.

"This looks familiar..." Wuming hissed lightly, not daring to express his guess too offensively.

Neferi didn't have so many scruples, and her eyes widened:

"Lao Lu?!"

Neferi realized that it was a bit rude to say this, and asked tentatively in disbelief:

"——King Horaru?"

Ge Fulei stood up, looked at Wuming and Nefeli, and laughed: "It is indeed you. I guessed it was you when my son told me about it. In the border area, only your caravan has such courage. So much has happened.”

"Is it really Lao Lu?" Wuming was also surprised, "Are you King Gefulei?"

"I had such a name before." Ge Fulei smiled.

"He is King Godfrey?" Neferi finally reacted, "Aren't you the king of the wilderness..."

Neferi held the leather headband, feeling a little itchy on her head.

Serothio explained:

"Back then, King Godfrey faded and led the faded people to leave the border area. They fought, lived, and died outside the borderland. Some of them regained their reputation, and some returned to their hometown to become kings. King Holleru was Godfrey. King, the king of the wilderness is the King of Elden.”

When Wuming saw that Ge Fulei was Holylu, Wuming was relieved of his worries and patted Laolu's waist armor:

"I said that I feel that Ge Fulei's sculptures look familiar, but they are hidden deep inside, Lao Lu."

Godfrey laughed, picked up Wuming and Nefeli, and carried them on his biceps:

"Long time no see. You treated me to a dung beetle last time. This time I treat you. This is my territory, so you're welcome!"

Selosiu had already prepared the table, placed several pots of fine wine specially brewed by the Golden Tree, and poured it for Wuming and others.

Menggert was stunned: "What is going on?"

"Pick them up to drink." Serothio said.

Wuming heard Selosiu's words and reacted belatedly. Selosiu seemed to be quite calm throughout the whole process and never showed any hostility. This private meeting was informal, not because they were suspected criminals, but because this was not originally King Elden's meeting with the rebellious caravan, but just a meeting with old friends.

Now all Wuming's worries disappeared, and he happily took out the food and drinks he had brought, and started drinking with King Gefulei without thinking about anything else.

The nameless Neferi was very happy, and Patch responded quickly and came over to toast and chat.

Only Mengt was a little messy. Suddenly discovering that his father, who was supposed to be the defender of the Golden Law, was fraternizing with a businessman, Menggert felt that there were some cracks in his fundamental understanding of the Golden Law.