Chapter 78 My Lord, Do You Remember Me? (Ch 78)

The moment he stepped into the valley, Mo Yingchen’s eyes swept over the so-called partners that Lena mentioned, and a feeling of surprise suddenly surged in his heart.

I saw seven or eight people sitting in groups of three or four in the shade.

He originally thought that Reina’s companions should all be elves.

But what I didn’t expect was that there was a team consisting of four races.

The elves, butterflies, dwarves, and wood spirits each have their own characteristics.

Including myself, this team actually brings together the strength of five races.

You know, this is a place where all races compete and test themselves. It is rare to be able to form such a cross-racial team to act together.

This scene truly opened Mo Yingchen’s eyes, and he was filled with amazement beyond words.

A dwarf man was sitting on the ground, his hands moving non-stop, carefully wiping the weapon in his hand, making a slight “swish” sound.

He noticed that Lena had returned with Mo Yingchen, and his eyes swept over Mo Yingchen, with a hint of teasing in his tone:

“Hey, our beautiful Reina brought someone back again? But this person’s mental strength seems a little weak, right?”

“Just entered the first level? That shouldn’t be the case. Even if the human race is so bad, it shouldn’t be that they can’t even pick a decent person, right? Sending a person who has just entered the first level to the trial ground, is this sending him to die?”

Lena glanced at the dwarf man, then turned to Mo Yingchen and explained:

“His name is Redding. Don’t pay attention to him. He may have a foul mouth, but he has a good heart. He helped us a lot along the way.”

The body of the Wood Spirit Clan, made of trees, slowly approached Mo Yingchen, and every step was accompanied by the lingering sound of the earth shaking.

He stretched out his palm, which was as rough as old tree bark. The lines on the palm were clearly visible, as if it contained the vicissitudes of time.

“Hello,” Mumu’s voice was low and slow, like an echo from deep in an ancient forest. “My name is Mumu, nice to meet you. Please take care of me.”

A hint of curiosity flashed in Mo Yingchen’s eyes. This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had seen the Wood Spirit Clan with his own eyes.

He stretched out his hand and shook Mu Mu’s broad and thick palm. The touch was hard and rough, with a faint woody fragrance.

“Hello, my name is Mo Yingchen, and please take care of me.” He responded with a hint of novelty in his voice.

In the next three days, Mo Yingchen followed this team composed of multiple races and headed towards the path to becoming a god.

On the way, they encountered several waves of gnoll attacks. Every battle allowed Mo Yingchen to gain a deeper understanding of the strength of these teammates.

“Haha, Xiao Mozi, your strength is really unexpected!”

The dwarf Reding was wielding two hammers that were bigger than his body, standing next to several gnoll corpses that had been smashed into meat paste, and his voice was loud.

Mo Yingchen pulled the Xuanzhong Tang Blade in his hand out from the body of a jackal man that was split in half. There was still dark red blood on the blade.

He swung the blade gently to shake off the blood, then turned back to Redding and said, “You’re not bad either. Your two big hammers are taller than you are, and you wield them with such vigor that I was afraid you might accidentally hurt me.”

“Hey, hey, little Mozi, how many times have I told you this.”

Redding immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and said angrily.

“Don’t make fun of our dwarfs’ height. This is a taboo. Do you understand?”

Before he could finish his words, an arrow flew past Redding’s scalp with a sharp sound.

It was deeply nailed in the forehead of a jackal man who was about to launch a sneak attack behind him.

“You’re fighting, focus on it. Do you still have the mind to chat?” Lena put away her longbow, a look of helplessness appearing on her fair face.

“Haha, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Redding grinned, swung the huge hammer again, and rushed towards the other two gnolls, causing the ground to tremble slightly with every step.

The battle ended quickly and several people gathered together to rest for a while.

Reina frowned, her face becoming more and more worried: “We seem to be targeted by this group of jackals. In just a few days, we have already encountered four waves of attacks. This is not a solution.”

Redding, on the other hand, looked nonchalant. He sat on the ground and wiped his two blood-stained hammers.

“What are you afraid of? I’m just bored on the road. I can’t beat these jackals no matter how many of them there are. This is a good opportunity for me to practice.”

However, except for Redding, everyone else had a gloomy look on their faces and remained silent.

They silently calculated how far they were from their destination.

After all, there are many masters gathered near the Road to Godhood, and no matter how arrogant these jackals are, they dare not act rashly there.

Reina turned around suddenly like a vigilant cheetah, and instantly drew the longbow in her hand to its full length, with the arrow pointing in a certain direction.

“Who! Come out!” Her voice was like ice beads hitting a jade plate, crisp and intimidating.

In the shadows, a figure slowly walked out with his hands raised high, as if in silent surrender.

Mo Yingchen’s pupils shrank slightly. Was it him?

He remembered this man; it was this man who explained the situation to him when the portal was blocked.

“Don’t… don’t do anything, I’m just passing by.” Xu Wen’s voice trembled slightly.

Reina did not let her guard down. After all, an assassin lurking near her team did not seem like a coincidence.

Xu Wen also noticed Mo Yingchen at this time, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

He said quickly, “Sir, do you remember me? I, Xu Wen, we met outside.”

Lena turned her gaze to Mo Yingchen with a questioning look.

Mo Yingchen nodded slightly and said in a low voice, “Yes, I remember.”

Reina’s tense body finally relaxed and she slowly lowered the longbow.

Xu Wen seemed to have found a savior and walked quickly to Mo Yingchen.

“My Lord, it is great to see you. I thought I would not be able to leave this area alive.”

Mo Yingchen frowned slightly. There was no way to get out of this area alive?

Xu Wen is an assassin.

As long as he doesn’t take the initiative to cause trouble, his ability to survive should be much stronger than that of ordinary people.

“What happened?” Mo Yingchen asked, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

Xu Wen first asked Mo Yingchen, “Are you going to the Path to the Gods, sir?”

Mo Yingchen nodded but said nothing.

Xu Wen took a deep breath, organized his words, and continued, “Originally, I also heard that the road to becoming a god was opened, so I went there to try my luck.”

“But there is a group of jackals who have blocked this area and are specifically targeting those of us who are on the road to becoming gods.”

A puff of air blew out of Redding’s nostrils, and he snorted with disdain, “Jackal people? Just that bunch of trash, can they block off an area?”

Xu Wen waved his hands quickly, “No, not just the Jackals, but also their masters, the Jackals. There are at least ten second-level Jackals cooperating with the Jackals to hunt down various tribes.”

“What?” Redding’s voice suddenly rose, his face full of disbelief.