Mofan and Mu Ningxue, the representatives of Egypt's national team, had fought the undead in person. Their strength was only so-so. It was hard to tell where they got their confidence from.
The strength of their Training Hall was even worse. When Mofan, Mu Ningxue, Jiang Yu, Zhao Manyan, Jiang Shaoxu, and Nan Jue arrived, they were told that they had already received the badges of Egypt's Training Hall.
"We should have enough medals for the National Training Hall, right?" Nanyu took a closer look at their progress and realized that their journey had been quite smooth. Apart from the medal they had failed to claim in Peru, they had successfully claimed all the medals they had to challenge at the Training Halls, including the American team, which had a fairly difficult difficulty.
"Does that mean we can head straight to Venice after completing the last mission in Egypt?" Mu Tingying asked with anticipation.
The team had traveled a long way, almost circling the Earth. They were finally closer to their final destination, Venice. The losses and failures they had suffered in the past were nothing. As long as they were able to shine in Venice, their past would be overshadowed by their brilliance!
"Speaking of which, what's the mission that the lecturers gave us?" asked Li Kaifeng.
"Egypt, what else is it famous for? Isn't it the undead in Egypt?"
"No way, I hate things like corpses the most!"
Undead!
There were two most famous gathering places for the undead in the world. One was in the ancient capital of China, and the other was in Egypt. The pyramids of Egypt were the habitat of the undead. All the undead in Egypt revolved around a certain pyramid and moved about in an area with a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers.
It was like a city-state for the undead. The Pyramids were the cities, and the area within a hundred kilometers was their territory. Most strangely, the undead never strayed too far away from the Pyramids.
…
The lecturers did not ask the team to leave Egypt. They were sent to a city called Puccini, around two hundred kilometers away from Cairo. It was an average-sized city-state in Egypt.
When they arrived at Puccini, the city had a hint of Egypt's ancient charm. The stone fences remained outside the city, including the streets and the houses. Many of them were built with stone.
Egypt had many Undead Mages, but every city strictly forbade Undead Mages from Summoning the undead when they were not in a fight. The majority of the people in the world were ordinary people. Not everyone could accept the undead's rotting bodies and terrifying appearance. If the rules were not strictly enforced, they would feel like they were living in a city with the undead.
The lecturers were quite vague about the mission, but from the descriptions, the place was similar to the East Maritime Fortress in Japan. it was a huge training ground. The students were required to stay in it for some time..
The instructors naturally hoped that the students would come into contact with different types of fiendish demons. This way, the students would be able to develop strong adaptability and coping abilities!
"Strange, why are there so many injured people?" As Puccini's opinion... the team was the Pagoda of Pagoda. Puccincini's Puccini had had had a Pagoda escape escape escape from the Pagoda of Pagoda.
"I heard from some Egyptians that Puccini isn't very peaceful. It seems like something did happen," Nan Jue said.
Nan Jue had just finished his sentence when he saw a few Wind Mages carrying a white stretcher. They were running toward the center of the street with the speed of Wind Track.
Lying on the stretcher was a person wrapped in a large white cloth. Bright red blood stains could be seen on the cloth. Due to the bumpy ride, the blood continued to drip down, falling into the cracks between the stones on the uneven street.
"The person seems to have lost his legs. I saw a wound, his legs were torn off!" Guan Yu said.
The pain of having both legs torn off was not something an ordinary person could endure. The uneven wound was a lot worse than having the legs sliced off cleanly.
Besides, the huge loss of blood would also drain the victim's life force rapidly.
From the moment they stood at the crossroads, the injured were all transported over from the other two ends of the city.
The road extended all the way to the Southern Mountain of the city. Around a thousand meters further ahead, there was an obvious slope.
It was supposed to be a main road, but it was obvious that cars were not allowed to use it. The injured were being transported to the white tents with golden edges on the slope …
The place where the advisors were supposed to report to? It seemed to be the area with the luxurious golden tents. The roofs of the golden tents were connected together, forming a huge stadium that could accommodate over a thousand people on Puccini's South Hill Plaza. Battlemages could be seen standing guard in the area.
"That symbol …" Nan Rongni saw a flag with a flower wheel on top of the luxurious milky white tents.
The entire flower wheel looked like it had been carefully designed. No matter which angle one looked at it, one would see similar yet opposite patterns of petals and branches. Then, these opposite yet connected petals and branches formed a complete milky-white flower wheel with a golden-blue halo.
With a single glance, it was obvious that the flower wheel was from a reputable organization. The color of the flower wheel was completely different from the base color, making it an unforgettable symbol!
Mofan's knowledge was quite limited. He had no idea what the flower wheel represented. However, judging from Nan Rongni's expression, it was something she was looking forward to. It was not difficult to see the admiration in her eyes.
"I'll help you relieve the pain, but please calm down and tell me what injured you, so I can treat your injuries better," said a gentle voice.
Her voice seemed to possess some kind of magic. The patient whose legs were torn off slowly calmed down, as if he could no longer feel the pain from his legs.
"I … I encountered two Poisonous Golden Mummy. One of them grabbed me tightly, while the other dug its claws into my legs. I fainted after that. When I woke up, I was already being carried here. I know you've used the Psychic Element to temporarily relieve my pain, but does that mean my legs will never recover? Even a Healer can't treat the injuries inflicted by the Poisonous Golden Mummy, not to mention how young you are. "The patient was a Magician of the Magic Association. He seemed to be in low spirits.
"I can help you recover," said the woman with a smile.
As a matter of fact, even the male assistant frowned. He felt that the man was being too rude. It was obvious that he thought the Servant did not have the ability to treat him!
Why didn't he take a look at the situation he was in? He should be thanking the Servant for saving his life!
The injured Magician did not have high hopes. He simply lay on the ground. His eyes were still bloodshot. He was already regretting it. It had been a few years since he last fought against demon creatures. He had managed to secure a stable job in the Magic Association, yet why did he end up in such a miserable state? He swore that he would never face those terrifying undead again.
The pain from his lower body gradually spread. The injured Magician began to grumble.
However, before he could scold the Magic Association for sending an intern to treat him, he discovered that the wounds on his body had begun to grow!
Yes, the only way to describe it was growing. The damaged blood vessels, bones, and muscles were all growing back. They were slowly reconnecting with the legs that had been torn off.
The milky white liquid slid down from the female intern's fair hand. The liquid contained a holy radiance and was filled with the power of life, allowing his torn legs to reconnect with his body even faster.
The injured Magician stared at his legs in disbelief …
The muscles had completely reconnected, followed by the layer of skin. The layer of skin slowly healed. When his legs were placed in front of him with no visible scars, the Magician was utterly dumbfounded!
His position in the Magic Association was not low. He had seen some Healers before, but from what he knew, it was impossible to find a single Magician in the entire city that could heal his legs. The scariest thing about the Poisonous Golden Mummy was that the wounds it left behind were immune to Healing Spells. The strong presence of death would only keep the scars and fractures there forever.
But now, his legs had completely healed!
After the intern dispelled the Psychic spell, he regained the feeling in his legs, as if nothing had happened.
Too magical, this is too magical!
His face was full of excitement, and the joy that surged in his heart and the shame that came from his previous offense were all present. He suddenly did not know how to thank this mysterious and charming fairy-like woman in front of him, so he became incoherent.
"Have a good rest. The muscles in your legs are still healing, so don't do anything too intense for the next three days." The Healer maintained her gentle and calm demeanor as she gently explained the situation to the injured Magician.
"A day? I only need a day to recover? "The injured Magician was in disbelief.
"My Heavens, not only did he recover from such serious injuries on the spot, he can recover in just a day?" someone exclaimed.
"How impressive, I've never seen such a powerful Healer before!"
The male assistant with a tall nose wore a proud smile when he heard the compliments. He said proudly, "I told you, she's a member of the Parthenon Hall of the Goddess. She has mastered the most perfect Healing Spell in the world!"
"Hall of the Goddess, so it's the Hall of the Goddess!"
"No wonder, no wonder, she's a Magician from the Hall of the Goddess at such a young age, how impressive!"
The woman responded to everyone's praise with modesty and elegance, but the male assistant next to her raised his head slightly with an indescribable sense of pride.
…
"Huh, why does that beauty look so familiar?" Zhao Manyan suddenly said.
Zhao Manting purposely turned to look at Mo Fan as he was saying this.
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