mage's dating rules

Chapter 382 The rescue team is on the move everywhere

When Mishashala was carrying the innocent medicine seller out of the city, a man dressed as an adventurer stopped her: "Wait a minute! Do you want to explore a potentially dangerous place alone?"

Mishashala frowned slightly: "Tiefling?"

The adventurer trembled: "You, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Micha Sala: "Don't be afraid. When I was in the Salvation Team, the captain was a guy who liked to collect strange races. The last time I heard about him, he already had a lot of strange races in his team."

The adventurer was silent.

Micha Sala decided to ignore the question of her identity: "What skills do you have?"

"I am an occultist."

Misha Sala's eyes widened in surprise: "So you can use magic and magic at the same time? This is a very rare profession."

Adventurer: "Take me with you, I can help!"

Misha Sala looked serious: "Ours is not an ordinary adventure. We may be involved in big events involving the entire world. I just said that I used to be a member of the rescue team, but I just want to find my The tribe informed them of the impending danger and then temporarily left the team."

The adventurer was stunned: "Eh?"

She raised her head, which had been lowered when she was surprised, and could vaguely see the tiefling's horns under the hood.

Tieflings have demonic blood, so they have horns. In most places in Gralia, tieflings are despised and persecuted, so they all like to cover their horns with hoods.

This girl is probably not particularly used to traveling in the human world.

Mishashala started to pull her hood down: "You should be more careful. Let's go."

"What did you say about the rescue team just now?" the adventurer asked doubtfully, "I was confused by you just now, and I didn't really listen to what you said... I mean, I heard it but it didn't enter my mind."

Micha Sala: "When the Salvation Team became famous, I was a ranger in the team, but I want to find my brother. He is now the leader of the tribe and leads the entire tribe to nomadic here. I want to tell them You can't just use cheap healing potions, you can't...

"Anyway, I want to inform them that only I can do this. No one can track the Catman tribe unless the tracker is the original hunter chief of the tribe."

Tiefling: "So, between saving the world and saving your loved ones and your tribe, you chose to save your loved ones?"

Micha Sala: "I have a reason. After all, there was a very powerful archmage at that time who said that the world will be destroyed in five years. I thought that after notifying the tribe, I could rush back to participate in the salvation war. Who knew that I had been chasing the tribe for half a year? From the World Mountains to the Lado Plain.

"Originally, according to my plan, I have already informed my brother and went back to find Her Royal Highness the Princess and the captain. But... hmph."

Just as the tiefling was about to reply, he noticed that he had now reached the gate of the town.

There was no need to check when leaving the city, but the guard guarding the gate still made the tiefling nervously pull down his hood.

Mishashala: "Don't worry, people here don't like tieflings, but there is no law that stipulates that tieflings cannot enter the city. Where did you just say that?"

"Speaking of which, according to your plan, you have now gone back to find the rescue team."

"Ah, that's right."

As they spoke, the two of them, plus the medicine seller who was held hostage by Misha Sala, left the city gate together.

The defenders at the city gate had obviously gotten the news and shouted to Mishashala: "Throw this liar away from you, Big Cat!"

Micha Sala: "Don't worry, little brother~"

After leaving the city gate, the tiefling asked: "Why are you meddling in other people's business now?"

"This is no trivial matter." Michashala said worriedly, "If the water here has begun to be polluted, I'm afraid my tribe will also be affected. At first, it just grew some scales. We cat people have too much hair and we probably have more scales. You won't find it. But later..."

Misha Sala shook his head.

"I have seen monsters transformed by abnormal power. They can no longer be called human beings."

The hair on Mishashala's ears stood up as she recalled what Mark had become.

"They should have eliminated many of these monsters," Michashala continued, "I hope they can still eat every day." Just as the tiefling was about to answer, the restrained medicine seller pointed forward: "There are Follow the beast path and you will reach the creek where I collect water. It will take about a day to walk."

Misha Sala loosened his grip and said, "Don't run away. I know how to treat the scales on your body. If you run away, it won't be cured. The scales will gradually grow all over your body."

The medicine seller nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

**
At eight o'clock the next morning, Mishashala and Tiefling, who had trekked all night, arrived at the source of the creek the medicine seller had mentioned.

Mishashala lowered his head and looked at the grass by the stream: "As a hunter, didn't you notice that these grasses had changed?"

The tiefling squatted down and looked at the grass: "It seems... too lush?"

"It's a more terrifying mutation than that. Grass generally doesn't have such a thick root system. This is the root system of a tree. There is something wrong with the water, one hundred percent!"

Just as he finished speaking, a hare was frightened, emerged from the grass, ran all the way and disappeared.

The tiefling girl covered her mouth: "A hare has flowers on its ears?"

Misha Sala looked serious: "It looks more like grass is parasitic on its ears. Damn it, nature has begun to react. The experiments of those evil guys have begun to affect the world!"

Unbeknownst to Mishashala, the Salvation Team has now identified the target as the Defiler and the impending disaster, Ragnora.

She also believed that the Salvation Team was trying to prevent a group of madmen conducting experiments from destroying the world based on the intelligence she had obtained previously.

Misha Sala stood up and looked at the alienated nature around him.

At this time, her ears twitched and she turned around and shouted: "Who is it?"

Several people dressed as villagers rolled out of the grass: "Calm down your anger! Grandpa Cat Man!"

"I am a woman!"

"Calm down, Grandma Catman! We are just here to fetch water, that's all!"

Only then did the cat man discover that these villagers were carrying many leather water bags, and some were carrying poles and wooden barrels.

Micha Sala: “Didn’t you notice that scales would form on your body after using this water?”

The leading villager replied: "Just scrape it off. Just wash the wounds left by the scales with some water and it will be fine!"

Misha Sala was speechless and held back a sentence: "King, what are you doing?"

**
Wang sneezed loudly, and his nose sprayed onto the drawing in front of him.

Rosalie asked with concern: "Do you have a cold? You can't fall ill, it's just when we need you!"

Wang waved his hand: "Don't worry, someone is probably scolding me."

It was already the third day after returning from the monastery. Wang finally completed the design of a device to extract the memory of the leader from the brainwashing device left by the leader.

He looked at the drawings and suddenly shook his head: "What's the use of extracting the leader's memory now? There won't be any useful information in the memory specially designed for brainwashing."

Rosalie: "You don't have anything else to do anyway, so you can't make the fire glue yourself, right?"

Wang curled his lips and asked, "How is the reserve of Chi Huo Glue?"

"It's enough to blow up the defenders of Yisongzuo's capital." Rosalie replied.

Wang nodded: "We have two days to get to Yi Songzuo's capital. I don't know how many hostages they have in their hands, we can save."

Rosalie patted the king on the back: "Don't worry, the death of every hostage will increase our justice."

Wang nodded slightly and did not express his position.

(End of this chapter)