Shoved by the sorcerer’s servant, Milo embarked on a journey to the west. Speaking of which, it was quite a coincidence. That disciple of his had wanted to escort him to obtain scriptures from the Western Paradise.
Actually, it never crossed Milo’s mind that he would have a chance to go to such a faraway country in his lifetime. He did not know where he would end up, nor did he know if he could complete the infiltration mission.
Milo only knew this moment was probably the highlight of Melgor’s life. If Melgor went to the Central Plains and told everyone he had the Stronghold Destroyer in his captivity, he probably would instantly become the most dazzling celebrity in the entire Alliance of Strongholds.
At this moment, Melgor led his servant and Milo quickly away from the outposts’ surveillance perimeter under the cover of night.
Milo realized Melgor seemed to know the outposts’ patrol routes and timings like the back of his hand as they did not encounter a single sentry along the way. This made Milo breathe a sigh of relief. After all, if they encountered any sentries while leaving, the guards would definitely intercept them.
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