Chapter 222

McGonagall handed a black card with a white pigeon on it to the staff in the window and said, "food: Mission 256."

The height of the window can only see half a face, it should be a young girl, and this iron card is issued by every chaotic guild member when they join the guild, which is a bit similar to the membership card. The magician let the iron card have a certain function of storing information, input the information of each member into it, and then record it in every task, so as to improve the membership level.

McGonagall should be a star member now. Because of his health, McGonagall Alex could only take on some very daily tasks, which were as simple as those that children could complete.

However, the number of winners is quite large, so in three years, he has been promoted from a 0-star member to a 1-star member.

"The task of catching Flamingo?" The staff member brushed out Meg's information, looked at it and couldn't help confirming it again.

"Yes." MEG nodded.

"Sir, although your star has reached one star, the task of catching Warcraft out of the city is very dangerous. Huolie chicken is a first-class Warcraft with strong aggressiveness. Are you sure you want to get it?" The clerk asked again, looking down at MEG through the small window.

McGonagall has done hundreds of tasks before, all of which are daily tasks, all of which are things like helping people deliver things, or helping people pick up things. Generally, only children or people with disabilities can do such things. Listening to McGonagall's voice, I'm afraid it's the latter.

But after seeing McGonagall standing outside clearly, he was stunned again. He was about 30 years old. He was dressed in a fresh light gray shirt and trousers. His short hair was very neat, and his shallow mustache on his upper lip added a bit of mature charm. When he was not careful, he blushed. How could he be like a man doing hundreds of simplest tasks!

"Well, I know." McGonagall nodded with a smile, although a little helpless, but still feel the concern from strangers, whether it is just the uncle or now the staff.

"Well, do you need a map of the area where the Flamingos are frequent?" The girl also found her gaffe and quickly sat down again, turning to ask.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded. That's the purpose of his trip.

"The price of one point map is one gold coin, paid in cash. I wish you a smooth mission." The girl took a small rolled up map and put it together with the iron plate and handed it out.

"Thank you." MEG handed in the money, took the token, took Amy's little hand, and walked towards the door of the hall.

"This guy just took the task of Huolie chicken, right?"

"Yes, the attack of Huolie chicken is medium in the first level of Warcraft. Even if the ordinary first level knight is fully armed, he may not be able to fight. He didn't even have any weapons, so he went with a little Lori. Isn't it obvious that he wanted to die?"

"Poor little girl, how to meet such an unreliable father."

People looked at McGonagall's back and talked about it for a moment.

"I hope he can finish the task successfully." The girl looked down at Meg's back and thought to herself.

"Food: Mission 87, Sanxing copper boar, ask for a map." Guy passes the black sticker in his hand, looks back at MEG and Amy who walk out of the guild, and shakes his head helplessly.

He reminded me that McGonagall didn't change his mind at all. If he happened to meet them later, maybe he could help them. It depends on their luck.

As an old hunter, he has a hundred ways to subdue Huolie chicken, but the demand on the list is too little. It's not cost-effective to catch only one Huolie chicken a day.

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"Father, why do they all say we can't catch fighting chickens?" Out of the hall, Amy looked up at MEG and asked.

"Because they don't know how good Xiaomi is." MEG touched Amy's head and said with a smile.

"No, they don't know how powerful your father is! Father, you are very powerful Amy shook her head and said seriously.

"It's OK, as long as Xiaomi knows." McGonagall's face showed some satisfaction, and her daughter was really a little expert.

"Well, my father is the best anyway." Amy nodded happily, let go of McGonagall's hand and ran towards the bicycle. The ugly duckling was pitifully hanging on the basket, looking at them with bitterness.

"System, I want to rent a sword, daily rent." MEG walked slowly and said to himself.

"Ding! Ten gold coins have been deducted! "

"Ding! The sword is being customized. It can be finished in five minutes! Please select the receiving location! " The system sounds quickly.

"Give it to me when I get out of town, and then I have to park my bike for a day. How much is it?" McGonagall continued to ask calmly.

"If you stop for one day, you'll charge one gold coin." The system sounds.

"Good." McGonagall nodded. When he got out of the city of chaos, he was going to face danger. Although the system said that he was 100% safe, he still had to work hard to ensure Amy's safety. He decided to complete the task in McGonagall Alex's way of thinking.

At the age of 30, McGonagall Alex ascended the knighthood. In addition to military force, he was also an excellent general, bold and careful.

If it wasn't for an appointment with an old friend, I'm afraid he would not have been killed. The world is just as good as the land and the people.

Catching a fiery chicken is not a task in his eyes.

But to deal with all kinds of Warcraft, there is only one way in his mind - to kill with one sword.

Simple and rude, but also represents extreme confidence.

In this regard, McGonagall has a saying: "MMP..."

The sword techniques and skills in his mind have been integrated with his memory. The sword technique is the move of using the sword. It's a complete set. Meg's Sabre technique was handed down from the Alex family in primary school. He began to use the heavy sword at the age of 15.

McGonagall's physical fitness is about the same as when he was about 10 years old.

However, later, in order to increase the flexibility of Epee, he learned a lighthearted sword technique, which consists of 13 moves. It was recorded in the nameless sword spectrum when he killed the first dragon and counted the spoils in the Dragon Cave. It was called Shadow thirteen sword.

At the peak, a hundred jin Epee in his hand can be so fast that he can't see the shadow. This speed is enough to make men silent, women cry and the Dragon despair!

With McGonagall's current physical quality, even with ordinary long sword, we can only use the first three of the shadow thirteen moves, and it is far less than the level of no shadow.

Of course, it should not be a problem to deal with a fiery chicken.