Versatile Mage

Mo Fan stood on the height of the terrace and looked down. He found that the crowd had already squeezed out of the building.

The crowds are crowded and the voices are full of people. Just like a big street demonstration team, they are holding the signs of "the souls are getting out".

A rough calculation, seven hundred people at least!

There are not many mages in the house. In the previous room, there were 30 mages, and now there are more than 600 people. The mages add up to 90, less than one hundred, and most of them are first-class wizards.

There are a total of 17 intermediate masters, including Mo Fan, Dwarf, Zhou Min, and Mu Bai.

Of the 13 mages who came in, only 2 mages had spiritual species, so it is unrealistic to take these wizards to fight thousands of undead on the dead street.

In this way, Mo Fan feels that he has done what he should do. I hope that the seven hundred people will cross the zebra crossing to the opposite pedestrian street.

Thousands of undead are scattered throughout the dead street, so at first it was impossible for them to be attacked by thousands of undead immediately. Mo Fan probably estimated that there should be about one hundred people who were dragged into the water by crocodiles.

One-seventh of the death rate, if you want to come, unless it is really kind of scared, it will be a gamble.

When Mofan lamented that the people of the troubled world were humble, suddenly there seemed to be a quarrel between them.

"Don't let me repeat it again, let the baby go to the middle." The short man grabbed a man in a black leather jacket, his voice with a bit of chill.

"Why, he is a big man, because he is holding a baby. I knew that I also had a baby on the road. I saw no one in the road to go!" The black leather jacket man shouted.

"Do you believe that I will throw you to the street now?" The short man did not talk nonsense with the man and dragged him out of the crowd.

"Listen to you, listen to you, let him go inside..." The black leather jacket is where the dwarf man is, and he has never seen such an unethical mage.

"Mom, I have to be old. I have listened to it. The children under 1 meter are all going to the middle. Don’t give me BB in the outer layer. The outermost part is that we are selling you for life but not taking money. Master!" The short man was full of fire.

"You can hold a child like this, but you are an adult..." The crowd also screamed.

Many people are difficult to stop and control. Everyone regards their own life as a treasure. No one wants to go to the periphery. It is the most vulnerable place for undead attacks.

"This little guy is bothering you." In order not to cause dissatisfaction, the man holding the baby boy finally gave the child a faceless expression.

Aunt is wearing dancing shoes, and most of them are going to dance in the square early in the morning. The aunt had a conscience and took over the crying little boy. "My poor grandson doesn't know where he is now. Don't worry, I will take care of your son."

Two white men nodded, did not say anything, consciously stood on the outer circle.

"Oh, satisfied, if you are satisfied, don't make a noise in his mother. Our wind masters will finally lead the surrounding undead, so that you can gather together and don't call again." The dwarf man said uncomfortably. .

After the spit, the short man raised his head and headed toward Mou, who was venting at a high place, and gestured to indicate that the big troops had to start the dead street!

Seven hundred people, in fact, it is not particularly important to be in the periphery or in the inner circumference. After all, the crowd will be scattered because of panic running and going forward. At that time, whoever is killed by the undead is a life...

"Mo Fan, I will give it to you at a height." Mu Bai has not consciously become the leader of this group of people, he deliberately said to Mofan in the high place.

"Well." Mofan nodded.

According to the conscience, Mo Fan does not have any leadership qualities.

He can use his own way to make quick judgments, and bringing a Master squad is not a problem. Like this large-scale migration, he is really not good at it.

Those who are noisy, endless, Mo Fan, a temper, come up, do not let the undead shot, he will be so stupid | forced to give up first!

"It is better to let me go to the heights. I am majoring in the wind, and the second is the water. Whether it is the wind or the storm, you can sweep the undead, let me go to the heights will be better." The name looks mediocre, but it is obvious that the master of the family said.

"Du Lekang, don't make a decision when you are here, it's important to die." His female companion said.

"I just don't feel relieved. He is only in his early twenties. How strong can magic be? I am so good..." Du Lekang said.

"Don't be embarrassed, the crowds are moving forward, and we practice these divisions to protect them."

Du Lekang still looked at Mo Fan at a high point. He always felt that it was not very reassuring to give this important task to him.

......

Mo Fan did not pay attention to it. On the one hand, he was attacking the undead in the high place. Another important task was to communicate with the former guardian Zuo Feng.

The crowd is so huge that it can't be covered for a long time. It is easy to be alarmed by the corpse of the meat in the middle of the dead street. Once the corpse comes over, the dead person can never be one or two hundred. The possibility is great.

Therefore, it is necessary to wait until the left front of these defensive mages first, and lead the corpse to the far side of the street, and take away some of the warlord-level undead, otherwise they will be difficult to pass safely.

"Shadow Master, we started, your people are ready. Remember, the action must be fast, we can hardly guarantee that the corpse will abandon us to attack the crowd!" The voice of the Guardian Master - Zuo Feng passed come.

The sound echoed in Mofang's ear, and then I felt a messy airflow over the street, blowing the windows that were not closed, and screaming!

Mo Fan swept away and immediately discovered that the Guardian Master named Zuo Feng had appeared!

The pair of wind wings behind him is extraordinarily beautiful and exquisite. It stretches closer to four meters, and when it whispers, it turns out the spiral airflow.

The wings flapped, riding the wind track, the Guardian Zuo Feng glided between the rows of office buildings, the speed is fast, even the water on the street can only reflect a vague shadow!

The groups of undead on the ground felt that there was something in their heads, one by one, tossing their heads slowly, and the Guardian’s left wing had already flown hundreds of meters away, and the clumsy guys took their legs and chased them!

"This left wing is interested in first introducing a group of undead, so that everyone can cross the street, good people." Mo Fan sighed.

Waiting for a while, seeing the undead have been evacuated, Mo Fan said to Mu Bai below.

Mu Bai finally issued the "Crypt of the Charge". Those who were in front of the original did not want to move, but they were pushed forward by the people behind them. If they did not run, they might be directly trampled to death...

As a result, the crowd finally surged, and the 700-person incarnate for the death squad, and suddenly rushed out of the hiding building, appearing on the dead street full of undead!