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

The crowds were crowded with people, like a huge parade and demonstration team, just holding signs like "Get out of the dead".

After a rough calculation, there are at least seven hundred people!

Among them, there are not many mages. There were 30 mages in the house before, but now there are more than 600 people gathered, and there are only 90 mages, less than 100, and most of them are initial mages.

There are 17 intermediate mages, including Mo Fan, short man, Zhou Min and Mu Bai.

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

This is the world, Mo Fan feels that he has done what he should do. I hope that the process of 700 people rushing across the zebra crossing to the pedestrian street opposite can be reduced to the process of losing several deaths...

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

The mortality rate of one in seven, unless it is really scared and your mind is gone, you will take a gamble.

Mo Fan lamented that when the people were humble in troubled times, there seemed to be a quarrel below.

"Don't let me repeat it again, let the baby carry it in the middle." The short man grabbed a man in a black leather jacket, his voice a little chilling.

"Why? He is a big man, just because he is holding a baby. If I had known that I would have picked up a baby on the road, I saw that there were too many little ghosts who were not caring about him along the way!" the man in a black leather jacket shouted.

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you on the street 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..." The man in black leather jacket is not the opponent of the short man, and he has never seen such an immoral mage.

"Damn it, I have to move. Let me listen to it. All children under 1.2 meters will go to the middle. Don't give me the ones on the outside. The outer ones are our group of mages who work hard for you but don't get money!" The short man Huoqiu roared.

"But I am an adult who holds a child..." There were also strange voices in the crowd.

There are many people, but it is difficult to stop and control. Everyone regards their lives as treasures. No one wants to rank them outside. That is the most susceptible place to be attacked by the undead.

"I'll bother you this little guy." In order not to cause dissatisfaction among the crowd, the man holding the baby boy finally handed the child to an aunt with an expressionless face.

The aunt was wearing dancing shoes and most likely got up early in the morning to dance square dance. The aunt had a conscience and took over the crying little boy and said, "My poor grandson doesn't know whereabouts now. Don't worry, I will take care of your son."

The man with white temples nodded, said nothing, and stood in the outermost circle consciously.

"Hmph, please be satisfied. If you are satisfied, don't make a fuss about it. Our wind-type mages have finally pulled away all the undead around you so that you can gather together and don't call them again." The short man said unhappily.

After complaining, the short man raised his head and made a gesture to Mo Fan who was venting the air on a high place, indicating that the large army was about to start crossing the death street!

Seven hundred people, in fact, it is not particularly important to be ranked outside or inside. The crowd will eventually be scattered because of panic running and moving forward. At that time, anyone who is killed by the undead will be killed...

"Mo Fan, I'll leave the high place to you." Mu Bai had become the leader of this group of people unconsciously, and he said to Mo Fan of the high place specifically.

"Yeah." Mo Fan nodded.

By conscience, Mo Fan does not have any leadership temperament.

He can make quick judgments in his own way, and leading a mage team is not a problem, but he is really not good at large-scale migrations like this.

Those noisy and endless people, Mo Fan is so angry that he will be so stupid that he will be silly!

"By the way, why not let me go to a high place. I practice wind and water the second. Whether it is wind or typhoon, it can sweep the dead, so it will be better for me to go to a high place." said a mage with a mediocre appearance but obviously a child of a noble family.

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

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

"Stop talking, the crowd is starting to move forward, we mages should protect them quickly."

Du Lekang still looked at Mo Fan at the height of the place, and always felt that he was not very relieved to hand over this important task to him.

...

Mo Fan ignored it either. On the one hand, he sniped a group of undeads at a high place, and another important task was to communicate with the previous imperial guardian Zuo Feng.

The crowd is so large that the aura of living people cannot be covered for long, and it will easily alarm the corpse minister in the middle of the dead street. Once the corpse minister comes, there will never be one or two hundred dead people, and it is extremely likely that the entire army will be wiped out.

Therefore, it is necessary to wait until the Zuo Feng and the others take action first, and lead the corpse ministers to the distance of the street, and take away some warrior-level undead, otherwise it will be difficult for them to survive safely.

"Shadow Master, we have taken action, 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 guardian mage Zuo Feng came over.

The sound was still echoing in Mo Fan's ears, and then I felt a mess of air flow rolling up above the street, blowing the unclosed windows, and a clanging sound!

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

The pair of wind wings behind him are particularly gorgeous and exquisite, stretching to nearly four meters, and when they whistle by, the spiral airflow rolled up and followed with handsomely...

With his wings flapping, riding on the created wind track, the guardian wizard Zuo Feng glided through the rows of office buildings, so fast that even the water on the street could only reflect a vague shadow!

The undead on the ground felt something on their heads, and they turned their heads slowly. The guardian mage Zuo Feng had already flew hundreds of meters away, and the clumsy guys took their legs and chased after them!

"This Zuo Feng intends to attract 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 evacuated, Mo Fan then signaled Mu Bai below.

Mu Bai finally issued the "Charge of Charge". Those who were in front didn't want to move, but were pushed forward by the people behind. If they didn't run away, they would probably be trampled to death...
Chapter completed!