Chapter 194 Bad Omen

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 194 Bad Omen

Wuming sat on the edge of the cliff, meditating for a day with the statue of Luo Zesi, and finally came to a conclusion——

He couldn't figure it out and decided to brainstorm ideas.

Wuming turned around and found that half of the caravan was gone.

Those who don't have them are all soldiers.

All the faded ones were gone, and only a few faded ones such as the faded husband Dajiao remained in place to accompany him.

"Where are the people?" Wuming was shocked.

"Let's go." Patch said, "The Faded One is very busy. He has to hunt for the big rune and enter the royal city. It's a courtesy to help you defeat the golem, but it's a duty not to help you."

Wuming rubbed Pachi's bald head viciously:

"Then it's your duty to help. We don't have enough combat power now, what should we do?"

Patch's bald head became visibly shiny under Wuming's rubbing.

"Isn't there also Latarn?" Patch turned his eyes to the side, and the shadow of a mountain demon was reflected on his bald head.

Although the coffin carriage was damaged, the mountain monsters who pulled the coffin were safe and sound, following the large army without falling behind at all.

"We've all forgotten about him." Wuming clapped his hands and ran over quickly.

As soon as Wuming ran to the side of the mountain demon, before he could stand still, the mountain demon spoke:

"It's time for me to leave, take care of yourself."

As he spoke, the mountain demon's body shook, and the illusion on his body dissipated. He pulled out the big nail on his chest and prepared to jump up and take off.

"You're leaving now?" Wuming was dumbfounded, "I brought you to Yatan, so why can't you share the trouble and help me?"

"Going to the Asian Altar is the condition you agreed to." Latane said, "How can I help you?"

"You are a demigod. You are too proud to intercede with Rodel." Wuming said.

"It's true that I, the general, have attacked King Rodel's city before." Latarn said, "Rodel's soldiers probably don't want to sell my face."

Ratan said: "And have you forgotten why I came to Yatan?"

"Avoiding your mother?" Wuming said.

"It's star chasing." Latane said, "Who is my idol?"

"Ge Fulei." Wuming recalled.

Latarn nodded: "And Godfrey is the king of the Golden Dynasty, and you are the Faded One. If we are not protected, we may become enemies."

"No..." Wuming covered his face in pain.

The power of demigods, the power of demigods, is most vividly reflected in Latarn. The coalition of lords that Neferi had a headache with at the beginning was destroyed by a meteorite pulled by Latarn. The most important thing is that Wuming returned.

Count on Latarn to provide a steady stream of meteorites. If you make an enemy of him, you will be in trouble.

Wuming felt that he had to keep Latarn.

"So, you chase stars because you admire Godfrey." Wuming said, "Then you should do something to attract Godfrey's attention."

"What about?"

"Such as the entire meteorite smashed through the royal city." Wuming said, "Gefulei will definitely be impressed by you."

"It will indeed be impressive." Latarn nodded in agreement with Wuming, "It's a pity that I can't do it. If I could pull meteorites to smash the city wall at will, the royal city would not have been unable to be captured."

Latane said: "Have you forgotten? I can only affect the trajectory of the meteorite, or catch it before it can continue its power, but it is too difficult to pull it down freely and decide the landing point."

General Broken Star shook his head: "It depends on luck."

When Wuming saw Latarn and refused to let go, he had no choice but to stop trying to stay.

"It stands to reason that with your fighting power, even if you can't directly smash through the city wall, you should be able to win the battle." Wuming said, "With such outstanding personal strength, is there anyone in the royal city who can stop you?"

From Wuming's observation, too strong personal strength will bring great psychological pressure to the enemy, which can easily lead to a rout.

"Yes." Latarn looked at the majestic golden tree in the distance, "There is a bad omen and a ghost. It is very evil and hard to guard against."

"Ominous ghost?" Wuming always felt that it sounded familiar, "I saw it when I first entered Stone City."

"It's not surprising that that guy appears anywhere." Latarn said, "He will disguise himself as anyone and approach you, catching you off guard. Maybe the attendants around you and the golden people on the roadside will be him.

"

Wuming recalled: "I remember that he can condense his body into clones, and his true body may be very strong."

"There are heroes like this in Bad Omen." Latarn lamented, "I don't know how many characters are hiding in the royal city. It's not that easy to defeat. In history, the two-layer city wall of the royal city was only

The outer layer was breached once."

"Who is so powerful?" Wuming said, "Even the demigods have not conquered it."

"Dragon clan." Latarn replied, "Since then, the sky has been tightly guarded by the royal city. It is still a bit difficult to fly over."

He stretched, moved his legs, squatted deeply, and then stood up: "Let's go."

The light of gravity flashed away, and Latarn flew into the air on purple thunder and lightning, heading straight for the royal city.

Wuming's words to persuade Liu and his hands could not catch up with the purple lightning and plump figure.

The nameless hand stayed in mid-air, frozen for a moment, then put it down angrily.

He walked back to Patch and tapped his bald head.

"It's all up to you." Wuming said, "As soon as you mention La Tarn, he will leave."

Patch's head was shaking and his expression was cold:

"You must be one of those kings in ancient times who felt that the gods were angry and the time was not right to fight when there was a solar eclipse during the war."

"How could I be such a person?" Wuming said, "I am a king who was so angry when he saw the solar eclipse that he wanted to kill the gods."

"Your Majesty, have you decided how to settle your people?" Patch looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled people everywhere.

The old and weak are immortals, the sick are merchants, and the disabled are demi-humans and hybrids who have grown too disabled.

The group of people looked at Wuming pitifully, waiting for the caravan's backbone to come up with an idea.

The coffin was gone, and a large amount of their supplies and merchandise were missing. They thought they could camp wherever they wanted, but because they offended Rodel, they probably can't camp at will now.

"Coffin carriage..." Wuming murmured.

His eyes lit up and he remembered a place.

They fled north, which was leading to the place where Wuming first came up from the mine tunnel.

Wu Ming remembers that there were a large number of abandoned coffins there.

He had wanted to reuse those coffins before, but he didn't continue after encountering things like the bloody finger and the volcano.

There are so many people now, it’s time to get the car repaired and continue on the road.

There were so many coffins there that his people could even sleep in them temporarily.

"Yes." Wuming said as he did, leading his men to continue heading north, find the trail, and then walk west to the place where the coffin was abandoned.

"Boss, have you found a place to live?" the businessmen asked.

"RV!" Wuming replied proudly.

When all the employees saw the nameless RV, they all fell silent.

"Okay... okay." The merchants looked at the sky that was about to get dark and decided to make do with it. Fortunately, the employees basically had nothing to avoid. After all, the composition of the employees of the large caravan itself was full of taboos and blasphemy.

"Let me tell you, don't think the coffin is bad. It's very comfortable to sleep in. I could sleep in it for a thousand years without waking up." Wuming said, preparing to take the lead and be the first to sleep in.

Wuming used his shield to dig into the large coffin lid on the upper part of the coffin, and then used it as a fulcrum to kick the shield violently, trying to open the coffin like a dung beetle.

"It's quite strong." Wuming spit on his palm, lifted up a big stone on the roadside, stood on top of the coffin, jumped down holding the stone, and hit the shield hard.

Finally, the coffin board could no longer be covered and flew out, revealing the pitch-black space inside.

"What am I talking about?" Wuming turned back to look at the employee, "It seems very comfortable at first glance. It's dark and the quality of sleep is good."

The employees all looked at Wuming, their eyes widened.

"What's the expression?" Wuming said, "Boss, I was the first one to move in——"

Wuming said as he prepared to step into the coffin, he turned around and saw a ferocious face that almost touched his helmet.

A huge, plump humanoid was placed next to an unknown face. The face seemed to be covered with goat horns, which had been cut off, leaving only some blood-red severed roots.

At first glance, I thought it was some kind of monster. If it were an ordinary person, he might have run away screaming, or stabbed someone with a knife. But Wuming just stared at the humanoid creature, waiting for the monster's next move.

action.

To be precise, it is the language of waiting for monsters.

Wuming doesn't like to take the initiative to attack, and always waits for the other party to become hostile before striking back.
To be continued...