Mo Fan stood high on the terrace, looked down, and found that the crowd had crowded out of the building.

The crowd was crowded and the voices were boiling, like a huge street demonstration procession, almost holding signs such as "The undead get out".

A rough calculation, seven hundred at least!

Among them, the number of mages is not very large, there were a total of 30 mages in the room before, but now there are more than 600 people, and the total number of mages is only 90, less than a hundred, and most of them are beginner mages.

There are a total of 17 mid-level mages, including Mo Fan, Short Man, Zhou Min, and Mu Bai.

Of the 13 mages who came in later, only 2 of them had spirit seeds, so it was very unrealistic to use these mages against the thousands of undead on the dead streets.

The world is like this, Mo Fan feels that he has done what he should do, I hope that the process of these seven hundred people rushing across the zebra crossing to the opposite pedestrian street together can kill a few fewer people......

Thousands of undead were distributed throughout the dead street, so it was impossible for everyone to be attacked by thousands of undead at once, Mo Fan roughly estimated that there should be about a hundred people who were dragged into the water by crocodiles.

One in seven mortality rates, unless it's really scared to the point that your mind is blank, you'll gamble on it.

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

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

"Why, he's a big man, just because he's holding a baby. I knew I was picking up a baby on the way. Along the way, I saw a lot of little ghosts that no one cared about!" exclaimed the man in the black leather jacket.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to throw you out 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 line up inside...... "Where is the black leather jacket man the opponent of the short man." And I've never seen such an immoral mage.

"Damn, I have to be rough. Listen to me, all the children under 1.2 meters go to the middle, don't give me a BB on the outer layer, and the outermost ones are our group of mages who work hard for you and don't take any money!" the dwarf yelled angrily.

"But this kind of ...... holding a child, but he is an adult" The crowd also sounded a strange voice.

There are many people, but it is difficult to stop and control, everyone regards their lives as treasures, and no one wants to be on the periphery. That's where you're most vulnerable to undead attacks.

"This little guy is in trouble with you. In order not to cause dissatisfaction in the crowd, the man holding the baby boy finally handed over the child to an aunt with a blank face.

The aunt wears dancing shoes, and most of them get up early in the morning to square dance. The aunt had a conscience, and took the crying little boy and said, "My poor grandson is not known now, don't worry, I will take good care of your son." ”

The man with white temples nodded, didn't say anything more, and consciously stood on the outermost circle.

"Hmph, I'm satisfied. If you're satisfied, don't make a fuss, our wind mages have managed to lure away all the undead around us so that you can gather and don't summon them again. The short man said unhappily.

After spitting. The short man raised his head and made a gesture to Mo Fan, who was letting off the wind in a high place, signaling that the large army was about to start crossing the dead street!

Seven hundred, in fact, it is not particularly important whether they are on the periphery or on the inside. After all, the crowd will be scattered because of the panic running and moving forward, and whoever is pounced by the undead will be killed......

"Mo Fan. The high place will be handed over to you. Mu Bai had unconsciously become the leader of this group of people, and he deliberately said to Mo Fan in the high place.

"Yes. Mo Fan nodded.

Say it in good conscience. Mo Fan does not have any leadership temperament.

He can make quick judgments in his own way, and it won't be a problem to lead a mage team, but he is really not good at such a large-scale migration.

Those noisy and endless, Mo Fan has a violent temper, don't let the undead make a move, he will be so stupid and forced to abolish it first!

"Anyway, why don't you let me go to a high place. I majored in wind and minored in water. Whether it's a wind plate or a storm wave, the undead can sweep away a lot, and it will be better for me to go to a higher place. A mage with a mediocre appearance, but obviously a child of the family, said.

"Du Lekang, don't make 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, and I'm ...... how strong magic can be," Du Lekang said.

"Don't be verbose, the crowd is starting to move forward, and we practitioners should hurry up and protect them. ”

Du Lekang still glanced at Mo Fan from a high place, and always felt that it was not very safe to entrust him with this important task.

......

Mo Fan didn't pay attention to it, on the one hand, he was sniping hordes of undead in the high places, and another important task was to communicate with the previous Praetorian Mage Zuo Feng.

The crowd is so huge, the breath of the living can't be covered for long, it is easy to alarm the corpse of the mound in the middle of the dead street, once the corpse minister comes, the dead people will never be one or two hundred, and the possibility of the entire army being wiped out is extremely high.

Therefore, it is necessary to wait until the left wing, the Praetorian Mage, make the first move, and lure the corpses to the far side of the street, and take some of the general-level undead with them, otherwise it will be difficult for them to survive safely.

"Shadow mage, we've done it, and your men are ready to do it. Remember, you have to be fast, and it's hard to guarantee that the corpses won't abandon us to attack the crowd!" said the Praetorian Mage, Left Striker.

The sound was still echoing in Mo Fan's ears, and then he felt a messy air flow roll up over the street, blowing on those windows that were not closed tightly, and there was a clang!

Mo Fan glanced at it, and immediately found that the Praetorian Guard mage called Zuo Feng had appeared!

The pair of wind wings behind him were particularly ornate and exquisite, stretching out for nearly four meters, and whizzing past with a spiral of air flowing handsomely......

With the flapping of his wings, riding on the trail of the wind created, the left front of the Praetorian Mage glided through the rows of office buildings, so fast that even the water on the street could only reflect a vague shadow!

The group of undead on the ground all sensed something in their heads, and twisted their heads sluggishly one by one, and the Praetorian Mage Zuo Feng had already flown out a hundred meters away, and this group of clumsy guys stepped out of their legs and chased after them!

"This left forward is deliberately leading away a group of undead first, so that everyone can cross the street, good people. Mo Fan sighed.

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

Mu Bai also finally issued the "clarion call to charge", those who were in front didn't want to move, but they were pushed forward by the people behind, if they didn't run, they were likely to be trampled to death......

So, the crowd finally surged, and the number 700 turned into death squads, and rushed out of the hiding building at once, and appeared in the dead street full of undead! )