Chapter 395: Seventy-two transformations have made another contribution
After Dorothy woke up from her coma, she subconsciously took a alert stance.
But then she realized that this behavior was unwise, extremely unwise.
My whole body ached, my brain felt dizzy, and there was pain everywhere in my body, as if I was pierced by the fangs of countless poisonous snakes and injected with hot venom.
Just trying to support her upper body with her hands and trying to stand up had already used up all her strength. Even when she was only halfway up, Dorothy felt her only strength being drained away. Her hands went limp and her body fell onto the bed as she had just raised it.
Fortunately, the mattress was soft and she was not injured, but the noise also attracted the attention of others.
A white-haired girl hurried in. "Ah, you're awake. Lie down quickly. Your injury hasn't healed yet. Don't move."
Lilia quickly stepped forward and slowly helped Dorothy up, placing a pillow behind her back.
Dorothy was of course familiar with Lilia, whether it was the aptitude test for admission, or her dominating behavior in the arena every time after school, and her guardian who was never in tune.
All these were enough to make the director of the Star Department impressed by Lilia.
Since Lilia is here, then seeing Mo Cheng coming to save her before she fell into a coma was not an illusion.
Only then did Dorothy have time to observe the surroundings. It was a very standard hotel room. Judging from its decoration and furnishings, it should be the kind of hotel that can be found everywhere and has no advantages other than its low price.
"Why are you here?"
Lilia poured a glass of water for Dorothy and replied, "Big brother said the principal gave him a mission, so he came here to meet you. But it seems that something happened to you before, and he brought..."
Lilia paused, as if thinking about how to address Dorothy. In the end, she addressed her as a student. "...When I brought you back with me, you had been in a coma. My elder brother said it was some kind of poison and curse. It was not within his scope of involvement, so he couldn't do anything about it."
Dorothy closed her eyes slightly and sensed her body. She no longer had any wounds, but the several curses in the form of mixed toxins in her body made her feel very troubled.
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"It's been a week. My eldest brother said that he's not a doctor and can't remove the curse. We can only wait for you to wake up to solve the problem."
After all, Dorothy is a seventh-level strong person. Even as a mage, her physique is beyond ordinary people. Even if Mo Cheng has no way to treat her, Dorothy can gradually recover by relying on her own physique.
But that will take a very long time.
But Dorothy didn't like waiting, and she even less liked being restricted like being in shackles.
"The Curse of Exhaustion, the Curse of Bloodthirst, and the Increased Damage. The triple curse is mixed in the form of poison and released in the form of a contract..."
As a star wizard, Dorothy might not be able to fight well during the day, but she definitely has all the knowledge a wizard should have.
Soon, she analyzed what .
After analyzing the composition of the curse, it is not too difficult to remove it.
"...I need your help to collect some materials."
Lilia listened and took out a pen and paper to write down everything Dorothy said.
"200 grams of giant swamp crocodile teeth; three nails from a tree-guarding gong pot, not the little finger nail; two scales from a siren's neck; five exploding beetles, only the adult ones..."
All kinds of strange materials were recorded on paper. Some of them were regular materials and very common, while some of them Lilia had never even heard of, let alone knew where to collect them.
"When collecting these materials... Never mind, give the list of materials to your brother. Remember to tell him to be careful when collecting them. These materials may be being targeted by someone, and once someone in the market buys them, they will come to your door."
There must be people in the market who are eyeing the above materials. Dorothy has no doubt about this. After all, this time the delegation of Winterhold School of Magic was almost wiped out in the Kingdom of Bezeko. This incident is enough to make Winterhold School of Magic and Principal Muzel abandon their long-standing neutrality and lead the wizards of Winterhold to seek revenge.
But at this moment, I have to lift the curse on myself first, and then consider what happens next.
"Oh, right." Dorothy looked around. "Where's your brother?"
"Big brother, he went to the arena to fight."
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The city of Karenni is a mediocre and unremarkable city. It was once rich in silver mines, but they were exhausted after years of mining.
As the silver mines disappeared, the former miners chose another development path and became gladiators.
In this city with few special resources, gladiators seem to have become a shortcut to success for people.
This shortcut is often accompanied by blood, killing, and death.
But none of these could stop people 's desire for gladiatorial combat filled with brutality and blood, and no gladiator would refuse glory and people's cheers.
Even the monthly gladiatorial trials attracted many gladiators and merchants, because they represented the admission ticket to the Bezeko Kingdom Gladiator League.
In the lounge of the arena, the shrewd Monroe was looking at the door nervously, he didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.
He paced back and forth in the lounge nervously, listening to the cheers outside from time to time, trying to hear who had the upper hand from the noisy voices.
But such an approach was undoubtedly futile. All that could be heard was a cheer like a landslide or tsunami. The sound was so loud that Monroe completely lost the possibility of analyzing the situation in the arena.
Soon after, the door of the lounge opened, and a two-meter-tall gladiator with a naked upper body walked in, carrying a human head that was dripping with blood.
There was a piece of spine dragging under the head. It was not a decapitated head, but one that had been forcibly pulled off the body.
When Monroe saw the person coming, his expression changed three or four times in an instant, including surprise, disbelief, and ecstasy.
"The cruel Grove, the biggest favorite in the selection, I have already taken care of him for you."
"You can do whatever you want next. Our agreement is complete."
As he spoke, the tall figure collected the heads and, regardless of Monroe's reaction, walked straight out of the arena.
As he moved, his tall figure began to change constantly, sometimes he was a pot-bellied businessman, sometimes he was a scholar in a robe. No one could notice him until he walked out of the arena, then he changed back to his original appearance.
It took him five days to complete the task. Although he used the [Seventy-two Transformations] to greatly speed up the progress of the task during the process, he finally completed the task to the final step.
After leaving the arena, Mo Cheng did not stop at all. He walked along the path, turning many corners, and finally arrived at the dilapidated hut.
Pushing open the half-rotten door that could no longer block anything, Mo Cheng silently placed the wrapped head on the table.
"The cruel Grove, the murderer who attacked your son secretly, injured him and finally killed him in the arena. As promised, I brought his head. "
Inside the room, a white-haired old man opened the package with eyes wide open in disbelief, looking at the face that looked like he was ready to die all the time.
The old man silently placed a black box on the table, "This is what you want."
Mo Cheng didn't say anything more. He picked up the box and walked out the door. But just as he was about to step out of the house, he stopped.
Looking at this dilapidated house, he even suspected that a strong wind could blow it down.
Sighing silently, Mo Cheng turned back into the house and put a cloth bag on the table. It made some jingling sounds and seemed to be full of things.
"He stole your son's victory, and the prize money from the trials should also belong to your son."
