Chapter 127 comes to an end and returns.
Thanks to Mo Cheng and Wendysa, the team led by Margaret reached the rendezvous point smoothly.
After handing the team over to the contact person, Margaret turned around and ran towards the Oriel Checkpoint to try to support Mo Cheng and Wendisa, but she saw the two people supporting each other halfway.
What happened next was that the group followed the people who came to pick them up to a safe place to rest. Needless to say, Windissa was seriously injured, and Mo Cheng had no intention of continuing to fight on the battlefield. After killing the lich Dom, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes patrolling the border of Vahlan, trying to find him.
Although he was not sure who that gaze belonged to, he was very clear that he was not qualified to continue, whether it was interfering in the battlefield or the mission of assassinating [Mad King Dom].
Yes, mission.
After Mo Cheng took over the things from the lich Dom, the task system actually popped up a task for him.
【Mission: Crazy? Die!】
There are many people in this world who have wanted to crush their former selves countless times, and there are even more people who have become the people they once hated the most.
But there are not many people who would split up their past and distort it.
They always forget one thing: their past selves were no more harmless than their present selves.
Therefore, Dom in the past was very displeased with the current mad king, and he wanted to kill this useless king.
Kill Mad King Dom within three historical moments, or he kills you.
Number of historical clips: 1/3
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According to the mission description, Mo Cheng must kill Mad King Dom within the CD of three copies.
And now the progress of the copy has been recorded, so next time we go back to the relevant historical fragment, we will most likely start from here.
However, from the gaze he felt before, Mo Cheng knew that he was no match for Mad King Dom at all, so he decisively put this task aside.
If you can't win but still go ahead, that's not bravery, that's courting death.
And during these few days, Mo Cheng and Margaret both felt that something was calling and pulling them.
Perhaps it was Archmage Muzel who had finished the hearing and had returned, now trying to rescue the person.
Realizing that the time to return had come, Mo Cheng and Margaret were ready.
The next day, the two men did not say goodbye to anyone. They just left a letter saying that they had something to do and left first, and then walked out of the camp gate.
However, at the gate of the camp, there was a person waiting early. "I guess you guys are leaving around this time, but to make sure I don't miss you, I've been waiting since last night."
Wendisa patted the dew on her body. For a seventh-level warrior, the previous injuries could be healed by itself as long as enough time was given. Not to mention that there was a healing profession like Mo Cheng with sufficient healing. The facts told Wendisa that even though Mo Cheng, the glorious priest, was very good at fighting, he still did not give up his job as a healer.
"Aunt Wendisa, are you waiting for us?"
"Ah, I could probably guess something from looking at your expression yesterday. I wrote this thing until midnight, and now that I've finally finished, I'm just waiting for you at the door."
Wendysa took out a palm-sized book from her bosom. It could be seen that it was bound by an individual, and the binding skills were very ordinary.
Handing the book to Margaret, Wendissa yawned and said, "I finished writing a story in one night. If I tell the editor back, he will definitely not believe it. Here, tell me what you think of these gifts after reading them. I will try to convince the editor to publish it."
Margaret took the notebook and said seriously, "I will read it carefully and write down my thoughts."
"You don't have to be so formal, Margaret. Your personality is really like the old-fashioned people in your family. You are so young, so don't be so rigid."
Then, Wendissa looked at Mo Cheng with a smile and said, "I haven't prepared a gift for you, but if your family objects to your relationship with Margaret someday, I will help you convince those stubborn old men in Lauren Frost's family."
Mo Cheng smiled and shrugged, not taking it seriously. Even a serious person like Margaret had gotten used to Wendisa's teasing these days, and Mo Cheng had never taken it seriously from the beginning.
"Okay, I won't waste your time. May the breeze bless you with a safe journey."
After saying that, Wendysa walked straight into the camp .
As they walked along, Margaret suddenly asked, "Aunt Wendisa, did you find anything?"
Mo Cheng pushed his glasses up. "Wendisa is a novelist, she's not stupid, she guessed some things."
Although Wendisa often said that her main occupation was a romance novelist, her experience as an adventurer also made her sufficiently vigilant.
Mo Cheng didn't know how Margaret gained Wendisa's trust, but during these few days of interaction, Mo Cheng could sense that Wendisa was beginning to doubt some things.
Mo Cheng didn't know what exactly happened, but Wendysha didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing it. She even turned a blind eye to some obvious flaws.
At least when Wendisa found Mo Cheng, in addition to the twenty dead guards, there were also a large number of undead corpses and undead corpses summoned by the tombstone.
All these were enough to arouse all kinds of suspicion in Wendysa. If the other party had paranoia, then Mo Cheng would probably have been tied up and tortured at that time.
After finding an empty and deserted place, the two stood together and chanted the spell in sync. Suddenly, a ray of light took Mo Cheng and Margaret away from this world.
When he opened his eyes again, Mo Cheng found himself and Margaret entering the wizard tower room in the historical fragment.
In addition to Dorothy, the head of the Star Department, there was also an old man with a beard so long that it could mop the ground. Looking at the respectful look of the magic towering Gilman behind him, he must be the great wizard Muzel.
"Welcome back, Miss Lauren Frost. It seems you had a good time in past history."
Archmage Muzel pointed to the Dawn Wind that served as an anchor and said, "It can be seen that you have accomplished a legendary victory brilliantly."
Following the direction of the other party's finger, the appearance of Dawn Wind has changed. The cracks on the sword are gradually repaired, and the shape of the sword begins to blur.
"The Dawn Wind will then repair itself, and you will have to use your own strength to make it the most suitable for you."
Margaret naturally knew this. The most difficult and critical step in repairing the Dawn Wind had been completed. The next thing was just a matter of time. "Thank you for your help, Archmage Muzel."
