Author: Crowtopia

Wuming dragged the dung beetle into the circular square and greeted the muscular man:

"Are you taking shelter here too?"

The muscular man turned his head and looked at Wuming with deep eyes.

Another meaning of profound is dim.

"Hey, you are also a fader." Wuming said, "Are you also lost?"

The strong man smiled and said, "I came here to visit someone. Are you lost?"

Wuming coughed twice in embarrassment:

"If you are not familiar with the place, you will inevitably go astray."

He changed the subject: "So you came here on your own initiative? The area is heavily guarded. How did you get here?"

"I jumped up." The strong man wrote lightly, "What about you?"

"I flew up here." Wuming replied.

The strong man laughed: "That's interesting. Are you a dragon or a crow?"

"Just a skinny faded person." Wuming twisted the iron armor on his body.

He looked around the circular square:

"You said you came to visit someone, but you didn't see anyone. There was only this circular ground. Is this the tombstone at the junction?"

In the center of the square, there is a small ring with a magic circle engraved on it, emitting blue light.

"There is such a cemetery..." Wuming muttered.

"This is a sealed prison." The strong man explained, "It is used to imprison some people who are inconvenient to kill."

"Why is it not convenient to kill them? Can't they kill them?" Wuming said, "For example, if they die, they will be resurrected?"

The strong man shook his head: "Some people are like prisoners of war, and they must be kept alive. Some people have sensitive identities, but they cannot be freed. This is what happens."

Wuming grabbed a dung beetle to rest on his butt, sat across from the strong man, looked at the feudal prison, then looked at the weather outside, waiting for the storm to stop.

"Who is sealed here?" Wuming asked.

"An old friend of mine, we drank together, fought together, and were exiled together..." The strong man rubbed the lines of the seal.

"Then you are here to help him escape from prison." Wuming said.

"Escape..." the strong man pondered, "it's not impossible, but it will make the person who imprisoned him - the local lord furious."

"Grek?" Wuming thought deeply, "Even the weakest demigod is still the king of a region."

"But I have a way." Wuming began to give the strong man advice, "You can lie to him."

"Liar?" The strong man asked Wuming for his opinion with his eyes.

"Scare him. Pull a tiger flag and say that he is the subordinate of some powerful demigod, so that he will not dare to retaliate." Wuming said seriously.

The strong man laughed: "It is indeed a good method."

He looked at Wuming with interest:

"Faded One, what's your name?"

"Wu Ming." Wu Ming said, "What about you?"

"Holero." The strong man replied.

"Old Lu." Wuming patted He Lailu's naked body, "Don't rush to save people. It's such a strong wind and you don't wear anything. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? I have some fabric armor here and I can sell it to you at a cheaper price."

Wuming took out some changes of clothes and armor from the package and handed them to the strong man.

Wuming handed over an arm guard and compared its size. It was thicker than a strong man's thumb.

Hallelu laughed:

"Forget it, this storm can't even chill me."

Wuming failed to make a deal, and was a little unwilling:

"Come to my place then, and I'll give you a set of armor."

Holelu shook his head: "No need, I have my own armor, just wear it and get it if you want."

Seeing that Lao Lu was unable to get in the oily smoke, Wu Ming lost his temper and sat on a dung beetle, looking at the sandstorm outside.

Hailelu looked at the dung beetles in Wuming's hands:

"What are these?"

"Dung beetles, have you never seen them in the wild?"

"I know these are dung beetles, what are you doing catching so many of them?" Holleru asked.

"Sell it." Wuming said.

"Who can this be sold to?"

"Sold to the faded." Wuming caught a dung beetle, took away the dung ball in its hand, and let the dung beetle go. He cracked the dung ball open and handed the dew drops inside to Helailu, and he also

Crack one open and drink heavily.

Wuming said: "As long as the faded ones have sufficient supplies and don't need to consider logistical issues, they can have more energy to fight, get more runes, and become stronger."

Hallelu disagreed:

"That's too generous. Such a warrior cannot stand the test."

"I think some tests are unnecessary." Wuming said, "Once supplies are insufficient, no matter how brave the warrior is, he must become cautious about looking forward and backward. They need to weigh the gains and losses, and in the end they often have to return to the starting point and make preparations."

"The warrior who moves forward bravely will gain everything and become the winner." Holero said.

"It's more likely to be a sacrifice for limb replacement." Wuming said.

"That means they are not strong enough. The only criterion for measuring a warrior is strength." Holeilu said.

"Then there's no need to fight anymore. Just arm-wrestling. Whoever is stronger will be the king." Wuming joked, "No wonder Greg wants to have limbs. The more hands he has, the better he can arm-wrestle."

"That's not what I meant by strength," Holero said.

"That refers to combat power." Wuming said, "The improvement of combat power requires experience, training, adequate nutrition, and appropriate teaching - these cannot be solved by moving forward bravely."

"But the strong will understand these through the experience of advancement." Holleru said, "The strong need to be cultivated in a harsh environment."

"Geniuses are only a minority, and most people are ordinary people." Wuming said.

"So those people were eliminated." Holleru said, "Although it is cruel, the road to becoming a king requires the elimination of many people. A king can become a king only by absorbing the power of many people."

"It is true that a king gathers the power of many people and absorbs many people's runes to become a king." Wuming said, "But what happens after that? Relying on the strength of everyone to grow, we should pay more attention to ordinary people, right?"

"It seems that you have your own understanding of the king." Holeilu crossed her arms and looked like she was listening carefully.

It's just that his muscles are too exaggerated, which makes his chest muscles bulge, more like he wants to hit someone.

Wuming leaned down and gathered up the wind-sand on the ground, making a small sand dune. Then he gathered more sand and made a taller and bigger sand dune.

"More sand can build higher hills." Wuming said, "Those who stand on the top will be taller."

"Interesting theory." Holylu looked at the sand dunes thoughtfully.

"It's not a theory, it's my personal experience." Wuming admired the sandstorm outside, "Look at how dynamic this world is. If it can become more dynamic, it will definitely produce more strong people."

"The most powerful person in the border should be Godfrey, the first King of Elden who unified the border, right?" Wuming stretched out a finger and pushed down the small sand dune,

"Given the scale, we might be able to produce warriors even more powerful than the legendary Godfrey in the future."

Hallelu's eyes lit up:

"A stronger warrior than Godfrey?"

"It's just a possibility in the future." Wuming said, "But I believe in this future."

"Do you think helping the weak can make them stronger than Godfrey?" Godfrey asked.

"You have to believe in human possibilities." Wuming smiled, "You may not believe it. I used to be as fragile as an immortal, but now I am much stronger."

Hallelu looked at Wuming's small body:

"You're not that strong now."

"Hey, I can't listen to this." Wuming was dissatisfied, "Let's compare our strength. Whoever said bigger people have stronger strength."

Holylu laughed:

"Why not, let me try your warrior skills."

Hailelu got down from the boulder she was sitting on, and shook hands with Wuming on the boulder.

The two of them put their arms on the boulder. Holelu's forearm was several times thicker than Wuming's in armor.

Wuming didn't brag, he was indeed very strong. Hailelu calmly measured Wuming's strength. Considering his physique, it was indeed quite impressive.

"But this is not enough." The muscles in Holelu's arms swelled more and more, and his strength continued to increase.
To be continued...