Chapter 616: 700 People Cross the Street of Death

Mo Fan stood on the top of the terrace, looked down, and suddenly found that the crowd had squeezed out of the building.

The crowds were crowded and the voices were buzzing, like a huge demonstration team parading the streets, just short of holding signs like "Undead Get Out".

After a rough calculation, at least seven hundred people!

Among them, there are not many mages. There were 30 mages in the room before, but now there are more than 600 mages gathered.

There are 17 intermediate mages in total, including Mo Fan, Shorty, Zhou Min, and Mu Bai.

Among the 13 mages who came in later, only 2 mages had spirit seeds, so it is very unrealistic to use these mages to fight against thousands of undead on the street of death.

The world is like this, Mo Fan feels that he has done what he should do. I hope that the process of crossing the zebra crossing to the opposite pedestrian street will save a few deaths...

Thousands of undead are distributed throughout the dead street, so it is impossible for everyone to be attacked by thousands of undead immediately. Mo Fan roughly estimated that there should be about a hundred people dragged into the water by the crocodile.

One-seventh death rate, if you think about it, unless you are really frightened and your mind goes blank, you will take a gamble.

When Mo Fan lamented the humbleness of the people in troubled times, suddenly there seemed to be a quarrel below.

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

"Why, he is a big man, just because he is holding a baby. If I had known, I would also pick up a baby on the way, and I saw a lot of little ghosts that no one cares about along the way!" The man in the black leather jacket yelled.

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you into the street right now?" The short man didn't talk nonsense to the man, and dragged him out of the crowd.

"Listen to you, listen to you, let him go inside..." The man in the black leather jacket is no match for the short man, and he has never seen such an immoral mage.

"Damn, I have to be rough. Listen to me. All children under 1.2 meters go to the middle. Don't give me BB for the outer ones. The outermost ones are us who work hard for you but don't take money. Your mage!" The short man roared in a fiery voice.

"But this kind of child is holding a child, but he is an adult..." There was also a strange voice in the crowd.

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It is difficult to stop and control, everyone regards their own life as a treasure, and no one wants to be in the periphery, that is the most vulnerable place to be attacked by the undead.

"This little guy will trouble you." In order not to cause dissatisfaction among the crowd, the man holding the baby boy finally gave the baby to an aunt with no expression on his face.

Aunt wears dancing shoes, and most of the time she wakes up early in the morning to dance in the square. The aunt had a conscience, she took over the crying little boy and said, "My poor grandson is also missing now, don't worry, I will take care of your son."

The man with gray temples nodded, without saying anything, and consciously stood on the outermost circle.

"Hmph, you are satisfied. If you are satisfied, stop making a fuss. Our wind mages managed to lure away the undead around, so that you can gather together and don't call them again." The short man said angrily .

After complaining, the short man raised his head and gestured to Mo Fan, who was ventilating from a high place, signaling that the large troops were about to cross the dead street!

Seven hundred people, in fact, it is not particularly important whether they line up on the outside or inside. The crowd will eventually be scattered because of running and moving forward in panic. Whoever is thrown by the undead will be killed...

"Mo Fan, I'll leave the high place to you." Mu Bai, who had unconsciously become the leader of the group, said to Mo Fan on the high place.

"En." Mo Fan nodded.

In good conscience, Mo Fan doesn't have any leadership qualities.

He can make quick judgments in his own way, and it is not a problem to bring a team of mages, but he is really not good at such large-scale migrations.

Those noisy, endless, Mo Fan has a violent temper, and if he doesn't want the undead to take action, he will kill that stupid | force first!

"In other words, let me go to a high place. My major is wind, and my second is water. Whether it is a wind disk or a storm, it can sweep away a lot of undead. It will be better if I go to a high place." Said the sorcerer, who is mediocre in appearance but obviously a descendant of a family.

"Du Lekang, don't make random decisions at this time, it's important to cross the dead street." His female companion said.

"I'm just a little worried. He's only in his early twenties. How strong is magic? I'm at least..." Du Lekang said.

"Stop rambling, the crowd is starting to move forward, we mages should hurry up and protect them."

Du Lekang still glanced at Mo Fan on the high place, feeling uneasy about entrusting him with this important task.

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Mo Fan didn't care about it either. He was sniping hordes of undead on the one hand, and another important task was to communicate with the previous guard mage Zuo Feng.

The crowd is so huge, the breath of the living can't be covered for long, and it will easily alarm the meat mound corpse minister in the middle of the dead street. Once the corpse minister comes over, there will never be one or two hundred dead people, and the whole army will be wiped out Very likely.

So we had to wait until Zuo Feng and the others, the guard mages, acted first, and led the corpse ministers farther into the street, and at the same time took away some warrior-level undead, otherwise it would be difficult for them to get through safely.

"Shadow Mage, we are going to attack, your people are ready at any time. Remember, you must move quickly. It is difficult for us to guarantee whether the corpse minister will abandon us to attack the crowd!" The voice of the guard mage - Zuo Feng came come over.

The sound was still echoing in Mo Fan's ears, and then he felt a messy airflow rolled up in the street, blowing against the windows that were not closed tightly, and there was a loud bang!

Mo Fan glanced over and immediately found that the guard mage named Zuo Feng had appeared!

The pair of wind wings behind him are extraordinarily gorgeous and exquisite, stretching to nearly four meters, and when whistling past, spiraling air currents follow him handsomely...

Wings fluttering, riding the created wind track, Imperial Guard Mage Zuo Feng glides through the rows of office buildings, the speed is so fast that even the water on the street can only reflect a vague shadow!

The crowds of undead on the ground felt that there was something in their heads, and turned their heads slowly one by one. The left front of the Imperial Guard Mage had already flew hundreds of meters away, and this group of clumsy guys started to chase after them!

"This left winger deliberately lures away a group of undead, so that everyone can cross the street, good man." Mo Fan sighed.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the undead had dispersed, Mo Fan signaled to Mu Bai below.

Mu Bai finally issued the "Clarion to Charge". Those who were in the front didn't want to move, but they were pushed forward by the people behind. If they didn't run, they might be trampled to death...

As a result, the crowd finally surged, and seven hundred people turned into death squads, rushed out of the building where they were hiding, and appeared on the dead street full of undead!