In the darkness of the night, the gray city walls towered over the vast plain. I don't know how many years of wind and sun have passed, so that this strong city wall has a little more vicissitudes.

There are many, many magicians on the road of the city wall, and a group of people release their magic in front of them, blocking the approach of the undead under the city wall.

On the side near the inner wall of the city wall, there were also many exhausted mages sitting there resting in a decadent manner, and some even slept in the aisles, so you can imagine how much their spirits were damaged.

The operation was very smooth, and the White Yin Ghost among this group of undead had already been wiped out by the Light Mage Regiment and rushed out. Except for the four super-level mages in Zhumeng, only the group of high-level mages remained and did not return.

During this period, the number of dead was one-twentieth and the number of injured was about one-tenth, which is a good result.

Most of the injured people were taken to the hospitals in the outer city, and there were many doctors and healing mages from the Magic Association, who were healing the injured mages every minute.

This night, after all, was a sleepless night, and all the people in the outer city and the inner city were well protected by the mages. But the shouts of tens of thousands of undead directly spread across a radius of ten kilometers, making it impossible for the people in the inner city to sleep properly.

The magicians ran the eastern, western, northern, and southern walls, each of which was tens of kilometers away.

They kept going back and forth on the four city walls to assist in the defensive arrangement, which seemed particularly hasty.

On the east city wall, on the top of a bell tower in the highest position, stood a tall figure.

He looked deeply at the land of the dead outside, and then looked in the direction of the northern city wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Step! Trample! Trample! ”

In the stairway to the top of the bell tower, there were bursts of regular sounds.

The figure standing on the top of the bell tower did not look back, his eyes were still looking north, and he did not have the slightest sense of precaution against the arrival of someone behind him.

Soon, the man walking in the hallway had appeared, a mysterious man wearing a white cloak with only a pair of eyes leaking.

"President, I'm sure Salang is in the ancient capital, and it doesn't seem to be low, you see?"

The figure in front of him slowly turned around at this time, revealing a near-old look.

The age looks similar to Yuan Long, but compared to Yuan Long, he is still a little younger.

He is the person Yuan Feng is looking for, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, the fourth-level super-level full cultivation mage, Han Lone.

(The four-series full cultivation is the four-series full cultivation, either the four-series super-level full cultivation or the reversal, and there is still a big gap from the reversal.) The one who resides is a half-step forbidden spell mage. ）

Looking at the white-robed man in front of him, Han Lian, who was the president, spoke: "According to the plan we originally discussed, as long as Salang can be caught, then the black Holy See of our Hua Kingdom can be completely uprooted, and we can rest for a long time." ”

"I see, what about the tomb of the ancient king?"

"Ancient King..."Han Lin looked into the distance and responded with some discouragement: "Alas, it's hard to believe that there is actually the tomb of the ancient king in the abyss, I really don't understand how the Black Sect can get it, and it can actually control the direction of movement of the abyss..."

That's right, unlike the darkness of the original book, Han Lin already fully knew the ultimate goal of the Black Holy See.

But if you know, you know, the abyss will still come according to the original plan, even if you know, what?

It's nothing more than moving the answer to the surface, from a conspiracy to a conspiracy, which is even more terrifying.

"Yes, thanks to the Holy Maiden of the Parthenon and the young man named Yuan Feng, otherwise we would not know the true plans of the Black Holy See and the location of the ancient king's tomb."

The white-robed man is considered to be Asharia's client.

Asharia didn't know what was going on this time, and instead of playing dumb riddles like before, she just said a rough idea, but said it in very, very detail, which once made her suspicious.

It's just that he knows that what Asharia said is true, because what he investigated and what she said matched everything very, very well.

The Black Sect's plan is known to Jiucheng, and the only thing left is the situation on the side of the six villages.

He didn't know what the well water that the dilapidated villagers drank was of great use to the Black Holy See, and everything still needed to be investigated for a while.

"Alas, forget it, take it one step at a time." Han Lin sighed, and then said with a serious expression: "Since the information is already available, then keep an eye on the group of people in the Black Holy See, and when the beheading plan is executed, you will do it." ”

"I see, but... We also have a blue-robed deacon from Hujin that has not been found. This man is the commander of all the blue-clad people, except for Salang, who has participated the most, and I have not yet found his identity. ”

To be honest, if he hadn't found no trace of Hujin and Salang, he would have closed the net a long time ago.

But that's the case, a bunch of miscellaneous fish has been found, but it is the two leaders who have never been found.

"It's okay, the student named Zhang Xiaohou of Feijiao has the information of Hujin in his mouth, once the matter here is dealt with. When the time comes, I will heal him, and even if Hujin has three heads and six arms, don't even think about escaping from the ancient capital. ”

"Then I see."

Seeing that Han Lin was so confident, the white-robed man smiled, then disappeared into the shadows behind him and disappeared here.

After the plan was deployed, Han Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, but even so, the sense of crisis he felt did not disappear. Even though he knew about the Black See's plan and locked the scope of Salang, he still couldn't be happy.

Looking at the sky, dark clouds slowly gathered over the ancient capital, and sighed: "It's going to rain, but it's just right." Let's use this rain to wash away the damage caused by the Black Holy See to Huaguo. ”

......

The north city wall outside the ancient capital, around 4 o'clock in the morning, on the city wall corridor.

The undead attack has been going on all night, but the magic in the hands of the magicians has never stopped, and one by one the destruction magic has been thrown by the magicians from the city wall to the undead, killing many slave-level undead.

There are many magicians resting on the castle wall, and it has become a resting place for magicians.

In addition to the resting magicians, there were naturally also mages defending the city, but they had already forced the undead back to two kilometers away and continued to attack actively.

On the tower of the city wall, where Yuan Feng stood, his eyes looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's the matter, thinking about life?"

"It's you, Mo Fan, why don't you continue to kill the undead?"

Seeing that it was Mo Fan coming, Yuan Feng's silent appearance also changed, and he chatted with his friends.

"There are only two magic energy left, and it's a fart."

complained for a while, but after thinking of the harvest, he said with a smile: "But the harvest is not nothing, after I upgraded the fire and thunder systems, I collected 15 more spirits." ”

"Yo, yes, you've collected so many remnants."

Yuan Feng was a little surprised, you must know that Mo Fan's little loach is very pitiful, at least he has to kill hundreds of undead to synthesize so many spirits.

"That's it."

When Mo Fan heard this flattery, his nose almost turned up.

was in a good mood, but the short man didn't know when he ran over and hit Mo Fan a little.

The words are very simple, that is, don't let him daydream, be down-to-earth and demons or something.

It's no wonder that the method of gathering demon remnants and fusing them into spirits is something that even legends can't hear about.

The demon man rested enough, and walked back in the same way, looked at the leisurely Yuan Feng, and asked, "How is it, how much has the demon recovered?" ”

"Almost sixty percent, what's wrong?"

The time to retire by himself is relatively early, and the recovery time will naturally be a little longer, except for the mental exhaustion, the magic energy is still quite abundant.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"Oh, that's great." The demon man's face was happy, and he immediately said: "That's the case, there is a team surrounded by a group of skeletons, Mo Fan and I don't have any magic power, we can only rely on you." ”

As the demon man spoke, Yuan Feng noticed a line of sight.

When he looked up, he found a military mage looking at him expectantly.

After thinking about it for a while, you will know whose team is trapped.