On the fifth night of leading the team, Windissa read aloud the story she had recently written aloud by the campfire, and the protagonist still used Margaret's name.

Although Margaret felt sorry for this former idol because of burning Windisa's manuscript before, but when Windisa thought about saving some money and writing it down, Margaret might start with harmonious content.

Then he put aside his guilt, picked up his sword and struck directly at the manuscript in his ancestor's hand.

Others have become accustomed to the way the two leaders get along in the past few days. Except for some who find it interesting to watch, the rest are busy doing their own things by the campfire.

Mo Cheng was silently playing with a stick that was half a man's height that he accidentally discovered today. This stick was straight, without thorns, and could be held in one hand. It was worthy of a sentence whether it was when he was young or now.

Excellent.

At this time, Mo Cheng was borrowing some tools from Dennis to process the stick, plowing off the growing branches and leaves, trimming off the slightly wider tail, then peeling off the bark, applying oil, and wrapping both ends of the stick with decorative elements.

of iron sheet.

Holding the wooden stick tightly like a spear, he stabbed out a few spear flowers. Feeling the remarkable toughness in his hand, Mo Cheng nodded with satisfaction, "If I had had this stick in my hand, I would have dared to make everyone in the ten-mile vegetable field bow their heads."

If he had had such a stick in his hand, he would have immediately become the king of children, and no one within a ten-mile radius would dare not bow their head when they saw him.

Of course, the consequence would most likely be that he would be beaten so hard by his parents that he would not be able to get out of bed for a week.

"Priest, did you get this stick to fight with?"

Looking at Mo Cheng's posture, Dennis clearly planned to fight with wooden sticks picked up everywhere, "If you really have no weapons to use, I can help you transform the captured weapons."

When that wooden stick faces an army that uses iron weapons or even steel weapons, there is no doubt that only madmen and fools 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 poured the Holy Light into the wooden stick in his hand. The Holy Light filled with every wood fiber was compressing and solidifying, covering the wooden stick with a shell that was strong but still tough.

After upgrading [Baptism] to the second level, Mo Cheng felt that the holy light was becoming more substantial, and he could also give holy light to weapons with non-conflicting attributes to achieve short-term enchantment.

He picked up the big sword that he had captured a few days ago and struck it hard with the wooden stick in his hand...

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the broken sword blade fell to the ground, but the wooden stick endowed with holy light remained unscathed.

"Hey, this thing is no less lethal than the sword in the hands of a crazy legionnaire."

"A very nice weapon, although I have always had a hard time understanding why boys always like straight sticks."

It seemed that the fight was over, Windissa and Margaret walked over and praised Mo Cheng's temporary weapon, "Outstanding Holy Light control skills, even the teachers of the Radiant Church Academy may not be able to control it like you."

force."

The Holy Light, which has no fixed form, is continuously and evenly covered on the stick. It is not only necessary to protect the fragile stick itself, but also to use the Holy Light to output the moment it comes into contact with the opponent. This control is even from Windissa's perspective.

From the looks of it, it is also terrifyingly strong.

"I'll go over there and have a look." Dennis gave up his seat to Windissa and Margaret. He had already guessed that the next thing to talk about must be about the team, so he left wisely.

Windissa asked: "You must have felt it, right?"

What they feel is naturally the increasingly approaching sense of crisis. Both Mo Cheng and Margaret know very well that the Crazy Legion will never give up. For some unknown reason, the Crazy Legion has no intention of giving up on the group that has gathered together.

Very aggressive.

Although they have been protected by Mo Cheng and the others these past few days, and the Crazy Legion soldiers who dared to appear in front of them have spent their lives regretting their unwiseness, the three of them also know very well that the Crazy Legion is not that easy to talk to and will let them take away these easily.

people.

"With clear murderous intentions, the elite of the Crazy Legion should be waiting on our only path. As for the location, it should be the Oriel Pass."

As long as they pass the Oriel Pass, this group of people will be completely separated from the battlefield. They will leave the Vahlan border where the war is taking place and go to other countries to start their lives again.

Margaret first pointed out the problem, "We can't escape. It's too obvious to move with so many people, and we don't have enough food and water. It's impossible to make a detour."

Because the purpose of this group of people was too clear, the wells along the way were polluted by rotting corpses, and the villages along the way were burned to the ground. No supplies were left for Mo Cheng and others.

"It's a normal approach. They realize what we want to do and then attack our purpose."

After all, this kind of unabashed conspiracy really gave Mo Cheng a headache, "So what do you think?"

"Forcibly attack." The smile disappeared from Windissa's face for the first time, "Force the Oriel Pass and lead people across the border."

The simplest and most direct way to deal with it, but it will also be the way that kills the most people. Even for professional soldiers, the survival rate in battlefield attack levels is less than half. Letting these untrained civilians attack the levels is called murder at best.

Margaret immediately objected, "No, this will cause too many casualties!"

But this time Windissa was uncharacteristically insistent: "If we don't do this, we will not have enough food and water, and we may be surrounded by supporting elites at any time, and more people will die by then."

Once surrounded by the elite troops of the Crazy Legion, even the strong men on the seventh ladder cannot escape the word "death", let alone those civilians.

Just as the two of them were arguing, Mo Cheng hesitated and said, "Maybe I have a way."

"any solution?!"

Pushing up his glasses, Mo Cheng replied: "In order to deal with certain special situations, the Crazy Legion has set 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 accurate?"

Windissa immediately asked the key point, and Mo Cheng shook his head, "Not sure."

It was a record posted by Liu Bei on the [Foreign Land] forum about Mad King Dom, and Mo Cheng couldn't tell whether it was made up by the author or if it was actually written after research.

It's just that at this time, I have to come up with any solution and try it.

At this last moment, if the team that had been protecting him for so long suffered casualties, it would make him feel incompetent.

He didn't like this feeling, very much.
Chapter completed!