Chapter 480: Already Behaving Honestly

Wuming said goodbye to Patch gracefully and prepared to return from the Blue Coast.

When they arrived at the cliff, they found that Patch had already withdrawn the spider web rope ladder gracefully, and the way they came down was gone.

Wuming turned around to look for Patch, but from a distance, he saw Patch's murderous eyes.

Wuming stepped back again, looked at the cliff, and smiled confidently: "Are you trying to stump me?"

Wuming stretched out his hands, and the Kaliya Sword appeared and was inserted into the rock wall of the cliff.

Just step by step, climb up the cliff.

When he climbed up from the cliff and stood on the top of the mountain, Wuming raised his arms and shouted:

"Who else? There is nothing else in this world that can stop me!"

Wuming cheered and danced on the edge of the cliff. No worries about slipping and falling.

"I have learned how to climb walls, so I am invincible." Wuming arrogantly shouted to the world.

An ancient dragon man next to him was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, looking at him as if he was crazy.

"Were you driven crazy by Belle?" the ancient dragon man said.

"Hey, it's you." Wuming recognized it. This was the ancient dragon man he met not long after entering the Land of Shadows. The ancient dragon man was still meditating cross-legged in the posture that Wuming taught him.

"It's me." The ancient dragon man said, "How do you use it? Have you gone to the Dragon Cave to participate in the best dragon feast?"

"Well..." Wuming pretended to look at the scenery in the distance, "Look at the mountains in the distance, how beautiful they are."

"You haven't gone yet?" The ancient dragon man's eyes widened.

Wuming coughed twice: "Isn't it delayed by other things? I just finished my work."

The ancient dragon man's eyes looked at Wuming, full of distrust and disappointment.

"What's that look in your eyes? We businessmen will definitely do whatever they say they will do." Wuming said, "Isn't it the Dragon Cave? I'll go there right away."

Wuming was full of pride and ran away.

After taking two steps and turning back, he was still full of pride:

"Where is the Dragon Cave?"

The ancient dragon man sighed: "I'll take you there."

The ancient dragon man took Wuming to the dragon cave and said:

"But if you delay for so long, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to taste the most advanced dragon food."

"What's wrong?" Wuming asked.

The ancient dragon man said: "There is a battlefield scavenger who has become the new Dragon Eater. Although he is a scavenger, he has an extraordinary will. If anyone can defeat Baile, he is the most promising person. He is very interested in Dragon Eater. His persistence and passion for fighting are far greater than yours. He is brave, persevering and will never admit defeat.”

The ancient dragon man looked at Wuming teasingly:

"I hope you won't be interested in it and won't be able to eat it."

"It's pretty awesome." Wuming said, "What's his name?"

"Egon," said the ancient dragon man, "a very good young man. Although he is a scavenger, his appearance is unattractive and his clothes are in rags, but he has the temperament of our practitioners - he is very able to endure hardship. He is very good at using a big bow."

"Oh, that's awesome." Wuming agreed.

The two of them walked through a fork in the road. On the side of the road, a man was curled up on the ground, wailing and squirming.

The clothes were in tatters, he wore a conical hat, and the armor all over his body was of a completely different shape. He also exuded a foul smell and looked as shabby as a bad soldier.

There is also a big bow on his back.

The man kept squirming forward and wailing.

"Do you know this...?" Wuming glanced at the ancient dragon man, "Why do I feel so familiar even though I have never seen him before? It feels like a hometown I have never met before."

The ancient dragon man looked at the man on the ground and was also surprised. He couldn't believe his eyes and hesitantly called out: "Egon?"

This sound seemed to light the explosive barrel. The scavenger who was lying on the ground was still wailing in a low voice, and suddenly roared, his voice full of pain:

"Ah...it hurts so much that it's unbearable."

The ancient dragon man walked over, fiddled with his body, and checked his injuries.

Just after touching the scavenger, the scavenger's body twitched, and he crawled in fear, trying to stay away from the ancient dragon man, his eyes full of fear:

"No, don't continue. Please, stop, it's my fault, it's my fault, I shouldn't challenge you. Please, don't continue..."

Above the scruffy beard covered with blood, there is a pair of old and frightened eyes.

Wuming tilted his head and looked at Egon with doubtful eyes: "Is this... really the person you are talking about? It doesn't look like that."

The ancient dragon man sighed:

"Baelor's terror cannot even be matched by Egon. It seems that he has been destroyed. He was indeed very brave and resolute before."

"No, I mean, he's not a young man." Wuming said, "Isn't this an old man?"

"Of course they are small to me." The ancient dragon man said, "Human beings are only a fraction of the age of an ancient dragon."

Wuming squatted in front of Egon and found that Egon's limbs had been completely severed and his internal organs were almost in pieces.

This is not dead yet, life is indeed tenacious.

Wuming placed a warm stone next to him.

"It's useless even after he's been cured." The ancient dragon man said, "His will has been worn away. Once his injuries heal, he will no longer be able to challenge the mad dragon. He will just turn around and flee from here."

"Really?" Wuming said, "But I see that he is moving in our direction."

Wuming looked back and could see Egon still squirming a little, struggling and rolling on the ground. It looked like a mess, and there were indeed some movements in unknown directions, but it was more like a coincidence caused by the struggle.

"Okay, I'll take you to see the witch." The ancient dragon man called to Wuming, and Wuming responded and followed him, getting further and further away from the destroyed dragon warrior.

Wuming followed the ancient dragon man until he reached an open fork in the road. The carcass of the flying dragon was everywhere on the fork in the road.

At the intersection of one of the forked roads, a flying dragon was entrenched there, making a terrifying snoring sound.

"How about it, do you dare to challenge?" The ancient dragon man held his big sword and wanted to test Wuming.

"Is our road behind it?" Wuming asked.

"No, the road to the right of it," said the ancient dragon.

"Then let's go around it." Wuming said, the cat lowered its waist, sneaking around, and placed a silencing magic at its feet.

The ancient dragon man was stunned: "Where is your courage? Where is your bloodiness? Where is your dignity?"

"My runes have drained away." Wuming replied.

As he spoke, he walked towards the side road without looking back.

The ancient dragon man was speechless and had no choice but to follow.

When the ancient dragon man caught up with Wuming, he saw Wuming standing there, looking up to the front.

The ancient dragon man looked over and saw a huge flying dragon corpse lying in front of him.

The ancient dragon man smiled, as if he was no longer surprised by Wuming's reaction.

"This is bigger than Rodel's ancient dragon." Wuming was stunned, "A flying dragon can grow so long."

"This is the great deeds of the warriors." The ancient dragon man said, "Seeing these, do you feel your blood boiling, do you feel your heart is surging, and you long for the power of the dragon?"

When Wuming heard what the ancient dragon man said, he noticed that there was a small altar in front of the huge flying dragon corpse. The style of the altar was very familiar.

"Is this the Dragon Feast Altar?" Wuming said.

"Dragon Feast Altar." A voice emphasized.

Wuming looked over and saw a female ancient dragon standing next to the Dragon Feast Altar. She was wearing bright red scale-like clothing, revealing large areas of dark skin.

The ancient dragon man's avatar seems to be wearing a dragon head-shaped mask, covering his face, and only the white hair on his head can be seen.

"This is Master Furuo Sanks." The ancient dragon man introduced Wuming.

"Sanks?" Wuming said, "Gulong?"

"That's right, Master Furuosankes is not an ancient dragon, but an ancient dragon in human form." The ancient dragon said, "He is the one who communicates between ancient dragons and people and bestows the dragon's desire on warriors."

"I understand, I understand." Wuming nodded, "Just like Lance Sanks."

"Lance Sanks?" Hearing Wuming's words, Cologne Fulou Sanks looked surprised, "Do you know her?"

"We know each other, we have a strong relationship." Wuming said.

Furuosangs looked at Wuming:

"Are you the one chosen by her?"

Furuosanks nodded: "If she is interested in him, he must be a good hero, and he is suitable for hunting the oldest and most ferocious dragon!"

Froesankes pointed to the thundercloud-covered Spike Mountain in the distance: "Baelor is there! Human warrior, follow your desire, kill that thing, and swallow its hot heart!"

Faced with Furuosanks' impassioned cry, Wuming didn't know how to respond.

So there was no response at all.

Furuosanks frowned and observed Wuming:

"Why, you human warrior, why don't you go there? Don't you want to kill Belle and enjoy the most mechanical dragon feast?"

"I'm not eager." Wuming said.

"Do you crave power?" Frosanx asked.

"I long for runes." Wuming replied.

Furuosanks was silent for a moment and looked at the ancient dragon man:

"Where did you find this guy?"

The ancient dragon man was a little embarrassed: "He has some strength. I have played against him before, and there is absolutely no problem."

Froesanx became more serious:

"Strength? What we want is will! In terms of strength, we don't need humans."

Froesanks glanced at Wuming:

"This guy is bad. He lacks ambition. How could Lance Sanks fall in love with a man like you."

"She doesn't like me, we are buddies." Wuming said, "Lance Sanks likes Mongot."

The ancient dragon man was also very sorry and said to Wuming:

"You obviously have the strength, why are you unwilling to take action?"

"Aren't you very powerful?" Wuming said, "But you don't fight that Baylor and let others do it. I can't understand you. The person who tricked me into working for him last time also brought this kind of bird with him. mask."

"Because we can't," said Froesanx.

"Your strength is not as good as Baylor?" Wuming was a little disbelieving, "Gu Long's power must be very strong."

"My king, Platon Sanks, said that only the endless desire and courage of human beings can kill our hateful enemies, Baelor." Froosangs said, "I believe in my king's wisdom."

"Is the king really wise?" Wuming said, "I heard that wisdom is the responsibility of God. As long as the king has strength."

Furuosangx's eyes turned cold when she saw Wuming, and she stopped talking to him.

"Okay, okay, I will challenge you." Wuming said, "After all, I have already promised."

Wuming was lying in the mouth of the giant dragon, with Meimei nestled on the dragon's tongue: "I'll take a rest first to recharge my batteries."

The ancient dragon man watched Wuming lying in the dragon's mouth helplessly, feeling a little unfavorable. After thinking about it, he left the Dragon Cathedral and continued to recruit dragon hunters.

The moon was sparse, and on the giant dragon's tongue, Wuming kept squirming, making chewing sounds.

The dragon's tongue under him was half gone.

Wuming felt that it was a bit wasteful for the dragon eaters to only eat the dragon's heart, and in order to eat the hot dragon's heart, they had to pay a high price and risk.

"It's still economical and economical." Wuming felt that he was so smart, and he was eating free food, which was very delicious.

While I was eating, I heard the sound of something scraping against the ground.

Wuming looked over and found that Egon, who was at the three-way intersection during the day, had crawled over.

Although the limbs still seemed to be broken and twisted, the speed was much faster than before, and the strength and speed seemed to have increased.

His mouth and beard were covered with blood, and a few pieces of gravel were tangled in the beard, with thunder and lightning.

Wuming looked at the direction in which Egon came, which was consistent with his coming route. He said:

"Did you eat that flying dragon?"

Egon used his twisted limbs to crawl here forcefully, even supporting the ground with his chin, and kept crawling.

His face showed the enthusiasm of having just finished eating Dragon Heart. It was no longer frightened as before, but his face was twisted, with an expression of rage and arrogance.

The twisted expression under the moonlight stunned Wuming for a few seconds. He wiped the blood from his mouth and invited him to come to his cabin to rest:

"Would you like some dragon tongue?"

"I only eat dragon hearts," Egon replied.

"You have ambitions and pursuits." Wuming said, "Gu Long, don't you think there is no benefit from working so hard?"

Wuming called to Furuosanks to help Egon seek some welfare and some benefits.

Furuosanks still ignored him.

"Do you hold a grudge?" Wuming walked out of the dragon's mouth and pointed at Furuo Sanks, "You have to learn to be tolerant."

Froesanx closed her eyes and breathed evenly.

Egon said: "She sleeps at night. She wants to dedicate her sleep to the Dragon King in exchange for favors for us warriors who challenge Baelor."

"You are very familiar." Wuming walked up to Egon.

"I have received her favor more than once," Egon said. "Every time I challenge Baelor, I will be fully prepared. Although I will fail every time."

"It's already like this, you still want to challenge?" Wuming looked at Egon's twisted limbs.

"I must eat it." Egon glared angrily and cursed Baelor, "I want him to know what fear is!"

"That's not what you said during the day." Wuming said.

Egon smiled: "It's embarrassing, right? I was frightened to death, so painful that I forgot my dignity, and so scared that I couldn't control myself."

"It doesn't look good." Wuming said.

"That's why I have to defeat it." Egon moved his body with his chin. "I can't let it take away my dignity. I must swallow it and swallow my fear!"

Nameless watched with admiration as Egon crawled past him, applauding his will.

Ten minutes later, he watched with admiration as Egon's feet finally crossed his own and reached the edge of the altar. He started by sitting on the altar, performing the Dragon Feast Ceremony, and chewed half of the heart in his arms into his mouth.

After executing the Dragon Feast, his body recovered a little. Although his limbs were still broken, he could already move and crawled much faster.

This time he passed Wuming in one minute.

"It's too slow." Wuming said, "Forget it, I'll carry you on my back. Anyway, I'm going to make a trip to fulfill my promise. I'm on my way."

With that said, Wuming picked up Egon with one kick, carried him on his back, and strode forward.

"Thank you." Egon said, "You helped me before. You are a dragon warrior."

"You guys really like to use dragons to praise others." Wuming said, "You're welcome, I just think you look like a human being."

"who?"

"I," Wuming said, "have been endlessly challenging powerful enemies that are impossible to defeat. It's been a long time since I've done that. I really miss my younger self."

"Don't you have the spirit now?" Egon said.

Wuming thought of the Gulong people's attitude towards him, and his old face turned red and he said harshly:

"I just became too strong, and there is no one who can challenge me repeatedly."

Wuming held his head high and held his chest high:

"Hmph, little Belle, look at what I can do."

After a while, Wuming carried Egon on his back and arrived at the foot of Spike Mountain.

Wuming raised his head as hard as he could, looking at the mountain top where he couldn't see the edge, and was dumbfounded:

"How to get up here?"

The Spike Mountain in front of you is towering into the clouds, steep and precipitous. The mountain is no different from a cliff, but it is much higher than the cliffs on the Blue Coast.

Egon said, "Climb up."

"Climb up?" Wuming couldn't believe it, "I understand how your limbs were broken."

"Then what can you do? Do you expect anything to take you up in a swish?" Egon said, "Climb."

"Ah?" Wuming looked at the endless cliff, and then looked at Egon behind him.

Two days later, the cliffs of Spike Mountain.

Wuming carried Egon on his back and climbed up.

After climbing up the mountain, Wuming lay on the ground, regardless of the fact that he was carrying Egon on his back, his hands could not help but tremble.

"We're finally here." The nameless voice was also trembling.

"Not yet," Egon said, "This is only the first floor."

"Ah?" Wuming's trembling froze, "How many more floors are there? I'm rock climbing, not rushing."

"There are probably six or seven floors left," Egon said.

"Sixth or seventh floor?"

"Six or seven floors."

"cliff?"

"almost."

Wuming cried: "I can't bear it anymore. It's too terrible. Don't continue. Please, stop... don't continue."

The invincible Wuming was defeated by Spike Mountain.