Chapter 115 How to describe the current scene? Thirty peasants attack the spider monster tower array
On the fifth night of leading the team, Wendissa read aloud her recently written story by the campfire, and the protagonist was still named Margaret.
Although Margaret felt sorry for her former idol because of burning Wendisa's manuscript, when Wendisa read some of the contents that might be censored if she continued writing, Margaret let go of the guilt in her heart, picked up the sword and chopped the manuscript in her ancestor's hand.
The others have gotten used to the way the two leaders get along in the past few days, and except for some who were quite interesting to watch, the rest were busy with their own things by the campfire.
Mo Cheng was silently fiddling with a stick as tall as a person that he had accidentally found today. The stick was straight, thornless, and could be held in one hand. Whether he was young or now, it was considered a top-quality stick.
At this time, Mo Cheng was borrowing some tools from Dennis to process the wooden stick, shaving off the growing branches and leaves, shaving off the slightly wider tail, then peeling off the bark, oiling it, and wrapping the two ends of the stick with decorative iron sheets.
Holding the stick tightly, he thrust out a few spears like a spear, feeling the remarkable toughness in his hand, Mo Cheng nodded with satisfaction, "If I had this stick in my hand back then, I would have made the ten-mile vegetable fields bow their heads."
If he had such a stick in his hand at the beginning, he would have immediately become the leader of the children, and all the children within a ten-mile radius would dare not disobey him when they saw him.
Of course, the consequence is likely to be that you will be beaten by your parents and unable to get out of bed for a week.
"Padre, do you get this stick with the intention of using it in combat?"
Dennis looked at Mo Cheng's posture, and it was clear that he was going to fight with the sticks he picked up from the ground. "If you really don't have any weapons to use, I can help you transform the captured weapons."
Using a wooden stick to face an army using iron or even steel weapons, undoubtedly only a madman or a fool would do such a thing.
"No, those weapons may not be as strong as the stick in my hand."
As he spoke, Mo Cheng slowly injected the holy light into the wooden stick in his hand. The holy light that filled every wood fiber was compressing and solidifying, covering the wooden stick with a solid yet tough shell.
After upgrading [Baptism] to level two, Mo Cheng felt that the Holy Light had a tendency to materialize, and he could also bestow Holy Light on weapons with non-conflicting attributes to achieve a temporary enchantment.
He picked up the greatsword he had seized a few days ago and slammed it against the stick in his hand...
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the broken sword blade fell to the ground, but the wooden stick endowed with holy light remained intact.
"Hey, this thing is no less lethal than the sword in the hands of a crazy legionnaire."
"It's a very good weapon, although I've always found it hard to understand why boys always prefer straight sticks."
It seemed that the fight was over. Wendisa and Margaret walked over here and praised Mo Cheng's makeshift weapon. "Excellent holy light control skills. Even the teachers of the Radiant Church Academy may not have your control ability."
The holy light without a fixed shape is continuously and evenly covered on the stick. It not only protects the fragile stick, but also outputs the holy light the moment it touches the opponent. Even from Ventisa's perspective, this control power is terrifyingly strong.
"I'll go over there and take a look." Dennis gave his seat to Wendisa and Margaret. He had guessed that the next topic would be about the team, so he left tactfully.
Wendisa asked, "You should have felt it, right?"
What they felt was naturally the increasingly imminent sense of crisis. Both Mo Cheng and Margaret knew very well that the Crazy Legion would never give up. For some unknown reason, the Crazy Legion was extremely aggressive towards groups that gathered together .
Although they had been protected by Mo Cheng and the other two in the past few days, and the soldiers of the Crazy Legion who dared to appear in front of them regretted their stupidity with their lives, the three of them were also very clear that the Crazy Legion was not so easy to talk to and would not let them take these people away easily.
"The killing intent is clear. The elite of the Mad Legion should be waiting on the road we must pass. As for the location, it should be the Oriel checkpoint."
As long as they pass the Oriel Checkpoint, this group of people will be completely out of the battlefield. They will leave the border of Vahlan where the war is taking place and go to another country to start a new life.
Margaret was the first to point out the problem. "We can't hide. It would be too obvious to move with so many people. We don't have enough food and water. It's impossible to take a detour."
Because the purpose of this group of people was too clear, the wells along the way were polluted by rotting corpses thrown into them. At the same time, the villages along the way were burned to the ground, and no supplies were left for Mo Cheng and others.
"It's normal for them to realize what we want to do and then attack our goal."
That being said, this open conspiracy without any disguise did give Mo Cheng a headache. "So what do you think?"
"Attack by force." For the first time, the smile on Wendisa's face disappeared. "Break through the Oriel checkpoint by force and lead the people across the border."
The simplest and most direct way to deal with it, but it will also be the way that causes the most deaths. Even for professional soldiers, the survival rate of attacking checkpoints on the battlefield is less than half. Letting these untrained civilians attack checkpoints is murder, to put it mildly.
Margaret immediately objected, "No, there will be too many casualties!"
But this time, Wendisa was uncharacteristically persistent and said, "If we don't do this, we will run out of food and water, and we may be surrounded by the elite reinforcements at any time, and more people will die."
Once surrounded by the elite troops of the Mad Legion, even a seventh-level warrior would be unable to escape death, let alone the civilians.
While the two were arguing, Mo Cheng hesitated and said, "Maybe, I have a way."
"What method?!"
Pushing up his glasses, Mo Cheng replied, "In order to deal with certain special situations, the Crazy Legion has set up extremely secret passwords that only elite captains and above can know. Maybe I can try to trick them into leaving the level."
"Is the password correct?"
Wendisa asked the key point right away, and Mo Cheng shook his head, "Not sure."
That was a record of Mad King Dom's post about Liu Bei in the [Foreign Land] forum. Mo Cheng couldn't tell whether it was made up by the author or written down after real verification.
But at this time, we have to try every possible method.
If at this last moment, the team he had been protecting for so long suffered casualties, he would feel very incompetent.
He didn't like this feeling, he really didn't like it.
"That won't work." Wendisa rejected Mo Cheng's proposal, "If the password is wrong, then the situation we face may be worse."
