I Am A Full-Time Mage Practicing Ninjutsu

After dark, Mo Fan, who had found nothing, sat in front of a small stall at the gate of the city, he walked around here for a day, but there was no progress, "Is it really necessary to waste ten days in vain?" Mo Fan muttered to himself.

Suddenly, sirens sounded in all sections of the city wall, four red signal flares rose, and the people around them suddenly exploded, and the ordinary people hurriedly packed up their things and stayed away from the city wall, while the mages gathered towards the city gate.

Mo Fan looked at the mages around him who were constantly flocking to the city gate, and his intuition told him that this might be an opportunity, so he also ran towards the city gate.

At the gate of the city, the mages were crowded. Mo Fan was standing on the periphery, and when he didn't know where to go, he suddenly heard an obscene voice, "Yo, boy, look at you like this, it's the first time you're here." Mo Fan looked back and forth, left and right, wondering where this voice came from, could it be a psychic mage.

Suddenly, he felt his foot be stepped on hard. It hurt so much that I lifted my foot, but it turned out to be too hard, as if I had kicked something.

After relieving for a while, Mo Fan found a short man who got up from the ground, walking towards him, and said angrily to him, "You stinky boy, don't you have long eyes, if it weren't for the urgency of the situation now, I would definitely kill you."

Mo Fan also said-for-tat, "It seems that you stepped on me first, if you really want to talk about it, you deserve it", the short man still wanted to continue arguing with Mo Fan, and suddenly a calm and powerful voice came from their spiritual world at the same time, "Shut up", and everyone in the audience suddenly quieted down.

When Mo Fan and the others raised their heads, they saw a middle-aged officer with long burrs standing on the city gate, and a young officer with a strange headset around his neck standing next to him, and in front of him, the star map of psychic magic was flickering.

The elder officer continued, "I said that the Flying Horn of the East Gate of the Ancient Capital, 14 kilometers outside the ancient capital, found at least three commander-level undead and a large number of slave-level and general-level undead, in order to prevent the possible monarch-level undead from taking advantage of the situation, this time the Praetorian Commander will not be dispatched, and the city gate commanders, guard mages and everyone present will be the main force of this defense."

As soon as Feijiao's words fell, the mid-level and beginner-level mages under the city walls began to talk one after another, "This time, there are several commander-level undead, and there may even be monarch-level, how can we people beat it?" "yes, isn't that going for us to die!".

In the face of the boiling crowd, the young psychic mage unleashed stronger psychic ripples, causing everyone present to quickly calm down.

Feijiao on the castle tower smiled at the young man and said, "Well done, Shaojun", and then said to the mages under the city, "Rest assured, most of you will follow the guard mage to defend the city wall, or block the undead within the cover of the guard's firepower, those commander-level undead generally do not approach the city wall, once they get close, my flying horn and the high-level mage of the guard will deal with them."

After receiving the assurances of the defenders, these mages under the city finally began to calm down and began to defend according to the organization of the defenders.

Mo Fan was unfortunately assigned to a team dominated by beginner mages with the short man, and as soon as the short man saw Mo Fan, he said in a strange manner, "It's really bad luck, and it's with you guy."

Mo Fan was angry, "I said you are a dwarf winter melon, you picked up this matter first", the short man stroked his beard and snorted, "In that case, just calling you, can you notice me?" Besides, I just want to teach you a lesson to this stunned young man who has just become a mage, you must know that in these years, there are not many people like me who care about the juniors, you must know that I have a lot of things in my head that keep you alive, as a senior, what's wrong with me stepping on you? "。

As soon as Mo Fan wanted to talk to the short man, he heard the angry shouts of the leading guard mage at the front of the team, "Shut up, make any more noise, I'll let you two go to the front row to take the lead."

Mo Fan and the short man immediately shut up.

After a long while, after the mages on the city walls had completed several rounds of firepower, the magic cannon fire began to extend, the city gates opened, and teams of mages began to kill outside the city.

Mo Fan's team belonged to the third echelon, and after the mage magic energy of the two echelons ran out, they began to rush forward. Hearing the leading Master Wei shout "rush", Mo Fan and the others began to move forward, looking at the scene of the black clouds in front of him pressing down on the city and wanting to destroy it, Mo Fan took a sharp breath: "It's time to brush up the score!" "。

When there were still more than a hundred meters away from the undead, the fire and lightning mages in the first two rows began to carry out magic bombardment, and after a few minutes of bombardment, the low-level undead had almost been wiped out, and the sword and axe corpses would rush forward under the suppression of artillery fire, and the mages with defensive and sluggish effects such as the earth and water systems began to step forward, dragging down the pace of the undead and creating an opportunity for the destruction mages to attack.

Mo Fan is also among them as a botanical mage. With the sword and axe corpse approaching, facing the hideous face and huge body of the undead, although he had read novels and comics, Mo Fan's legs and stomach were still trembling.

Suddenly, a slave-level carrion corpse that was not dead swooped in front of Mo Fan, and waved an arm towards Mo Fan, and at this time, the short man behind Mo Fan emitted a ray of light, and the direction of the undead was deflected, passing in front of Mo Fan.

The short man jumped up and punched Mo Fan in the back of the head. Mo Fan, who had been punched, finally came back to his senses, and heard the short man's angry scolding, "Stinky boy, why are you stunned, are we on the battlefield now?" I don't care if you want to die, don't hurt everyone to bury you."

When Mo Fan was stunned, the other mages began to keep releasing defensive magic such as earth and water to the undead in front of him, but under the slashing of the general-level undead, it did not stop its pace, and it was getting closer and closer to Mo Fan and the others.

Mo Fan quickly became sober, turned around and said thank you, and after calming down, he began to connect with the star track, "Mu Dun Tree River", thick tree branches instead of tree streams of wood bars poured out from Mo Fan's arms, and the huge tree branches entangled a general-level undead, firmly binding it 20 meters away from the team.

Although under the fierce struggle of that behemoth, there were branches that were constantly cracked, but under the continuous injection of Mo Fan's magical energy, new branches continued to grow, and the pace of the general-level undead stopped under the entanglement of these trees, and the surrounding mages watched this scene in amazement.

Mo Fan smiled coldly, it wasn't over yet, and then he sketched out a star track, "Mu Dun Tree Stream", a large number of wooden bars grew from the branches surrounding the undead, strangling the key parts of the undead's elbow movement body, further limiting its ability to move.

Seeing that the behemoth in front of him was being controlled by Mo Fan with primary-level magic, the surrounding mages began to talk about it. "I'll go, this is botanical magic? How is it different from what I've seen" "It's not just different, you don't see it, this is just a beginner-level magic, and it binds a general-level undead to death."

The short man stepped forward and continued to release light to the undead, and at the same time said to Mo Fan, "Yo, brother, okay, the beginner magic can bind the war general, no wonder you dare to come here and fight hard."

Mo Fan didn't have the slightest smile, "You guys hurry up and help, keep controlling it like this, my magic energy is consumed quickly, I can last for 3 minutes at most, when will those destruction mages come up."

At this time, the mage Wei who led the team shouted "It's okay now, you did a good job, the destruction mage stepped forward", and the destruction mage group rushed to the front row again and bombarded the general-level undead in front of them.

After a roar, the general-level undead who was hit by the concentrated fire finally fell, and the other squads faced the general-level undead and had also been resolved.

It's just that before they could catch their breath, the ordinary undead began to pour in again. At this time, a voice appeared in the spiritual world of all the mages on the battlefield, "The high-level undead in front are retreating, and everyone is attacking freely."

After receiving the order, Mo Fan and the others stopped saving magic energy and began to frantically harvest the heads of ordinary undead.

Under the efficient killing on the battlefield, one by one the remnants were sucked away by the small loaches on Mo Fan's neck, just like dumplings.