Versatile Mage

This is a very spacious main road that stands alongside shops, shopping malls, office buildings and buildings. There are very few street alleys that can be crossed vertically. The main road leading directly to Anyuan gate in the center is held by the dead spirit.

The main road will gather more people, so that the dead spirits will flow wildly here, so that all the main roads are basically the most dense places of the dead, and even there is a building like a meat mound stuck there, completely a meat mountain, even the magician will not walk past it.

Movan et al. are not afraid of a bunch of rotting corpses, even if war will kill them, they can solve it quickly, but 10,000 are dead if they encounter a meat mound necropolis.

They cautiously came to the main road in front of many people and found that the whole wide road was full of dead spirits, skeletons, rotters, evil ghosts of all kinds. Most terrifying of all, the corpses and bones of this mass of dead spirits will not be few.

Blood stains on the road, the bodies stretching across the seven sides, complete with a view of the end.

“This is a dead end.” The dwarf man hid on the balcony of a building and said in a chilly voice.

Looking down from the heights, you can see that there are some unknown people on some roads nearby who are fleeing to this dead street, let alone ordinary people, presumably the magician broke in and didn't come out alive!

“There are too many dead spirits. It's hard to break through with just a few of us.” Mulberry said.

“Not surprisingly, there should be other magicians around here, and we need to find them and join forces with them, or we'll all die here.” The short man said.

Movan nodded and the dead spirit was too dense to break through. It was also a vicious war.

The headache was the corpse of the meat mound, and once it was spooked, everyone was buried here.

“I'll find someone.” Shorty men can't even move. They've been gone two or three times.

“I'm going to check on the situation ahead, Mulberry, Zhou Min. You're here to protect them.” Nor did Movan wait, and commanded humanity.

There are ordinary people in their ranks. It must be impractical to force them into the past. They must kill a way to get these people on Bo Street through.

“Okay, you be careful.” Zhou Min said.

The voice also echoed in the building where they were hiding, and Movan was gone.

Where this kind of building stands, Movan is actually very convenient to move. Shadowy places can be moved. Staggered shadows and some dead corners are Movan's pedals and can travel freely...

Mofan leaped slightly from a balcony, stepped on a building's iron screen window, and another bullet was fired onto a low rooftop.

The roof had been shielded from light by a tall yellow office next to it, and after Movan's black figure had fallen on the roof, the whole person had been buried in the water, disappearing for seconds.

Soon after, Movan appeared on the other side of the rooftop, gazing at the dead streets just across one building.

Looking down at the deep rain curtain striking the trail, Movan let his body fall naturally and landed on the umbrella of a coffee shop...

“Whoa! ”

Movan finally landed on the ground with the elasticity of the umbrella, and whoever turned around saw a demon under the umbrella.

The demon had horns on his head, a long chin, and a porcupine-like pointy tooth on his lower lip, and his whole face was red and red.

It was supposed to be patrolling here, who knew the umbrella on top of his head shocked, left a man behind, a time of ghost eyes glaring, the corner encountered ghost sparks all over!

“Ahhh ~ ~ ~! ”

“Thunderprints! ”

The demon screamed and jumped at Movan.

Mofan was also healthy and jumped to the side, avoiding the opponent's punch and immediately delivering the thunder on his palm.

The electric arc crackled, all over this evil ghost at once, dozens of electric shocks simultaneously produced, the electricity made this evil ghost scorch and twitch, greatly felt like a thunderbolt dance.

The power of Movanale's impression is also immense. The demon is clearly fragile. After all the arcs have passed through its body, it has taken its life, and a small amount of debris has drifted into the small mud falls.

“Dead?” Movan had some accidents, but he didn't want to think too much.

At this moment, he was only in front of the building, behind which was a coffee shop, and Movan, fortunately, stepped into the coffee shop and, for the time being, went into the house and slowly penetrated the other side to see what was happening on the dead street.

Across the coffee shop, we arrived in a lobby.

Several skeletons walked around the hall blindly, and Movan didn't go to shock them, turning directly into a black shadow and crossing them with a splendid ceiling.

Further ahead is Dead Street, the building's adjacent window was smashed in half, broken glass scum was sprinkled everywhere, not far from the corner there is also a male corpse that has been eaten all over the face, apparently the clerk here.

With a bunch of scattered models in the windows, Movan hides behind these models, shadows that can almost coincide with some darker backgrounds and hide the breath, not to be discovered by the low-life spirits for a short time.

Outside this window is the Dead Street, which is a little bigger than it looks, even if Movan wants to go through it with a shadow.

This eye sweeps away, the number of rotters, skeletons, and demons is no less than 200, and the battle will have three or four more dead spirits, even a team of elite middle class magicians may not be able to kill it.

There is no way, where there are flesh and mound corpses, the dead souls must be as dense as dogs, but hopefully the dwarf men can find several reliable teams of magicians so that we can work together to truly cross this dead street.

Movan checked again, and the race picked a slightly smaller crossing, which coincidentally was a long zebra line.

Beyond the zebra line is a narrower and narrower pedestrian street, so long as you rush to the pedestrian street, even if there are a lot of dead spirits coming, you will be blocked by the narrow buildings on both sides to help you get away.

“Well, there's a flying magician?” Movan was just leaving and suddenly saw a man dressed in purple above a Western restaurant across the street.

There are also wind wings circling behind men's backs, which spin at high speeds despite the fact that the wind wings are still in motion.

The purple man also seemed to have come to check the situation and suddenly locked Movan in the window pretending to be a human model when he swept past this dead street!

“How many of you, Shadow Master?” Men's voices suddenly floated across the street, sounding like they were loud and clear.

Movan stunned for a moment, and this sounded like a voice of the mind that had been used before the summer.