Versatile Mage

Movan stood high on the terrace and looked down and realized that the crowd had squeezed out of the building.

The head is buoyant, the voice is boiling, like a huge street demonstration team, you could barely hold a sign like "Get the Dead Out”.

Roughly, 700 people at least!

The number of magistrates is not very large. There were 30 magistrates in the house before, but now there are more than 600 people, and the magistrates add up to 90, less than 100, and there are more junior magistrates.

There are 17 intermediate magicians, including Mofan, Dwarf, Zhou Min and Mubai.

Of the 13 magicians who came in later, only 2 had spiritual species, so it's very unrealistic to really use these magicians against thousands of dead spirits in the dead streets.

So, Movan feels like he's doing what he's supposed to do, but I hope these 700 people can die a few less from the process of crossing the zebra line across the street...

Thousands of dead spirits are scattered throughout the Dead Street, so it's impossible to be immediately attacked by thousands of dead spirits at first, and Movan estimated that there should be about a hundred people being dragged into the water by crocodiles.

A seventh of the mortality rate, I think, is going to bet on it unless it's the kind of thing that really scares the crap out of your head.

When Movan lamented the inferiority of the world's people, suddenly there seemed to be an argument underneath.

“Don't let me repeat it again, let the baby go in the middle.” The short man grabbed a man in a black leather jacket with a slightly chilly voice.

“Why, he's a grown man, just because he's holding a baby. I knew I'd pick up a baby on the way too. I saw a lot of kids on the way!” The man in the black leather jacket shouted arrogantly.

“Believe it or not, I'm gonna throw you in the street right now?” The short man didn't talk to the man either, dragging him out of the crowd.

“Listen to you, listen to you, let him line up inside...” The black leather jacket man is no match for the short man, and he has never seen such an unethical magician.

“Shit, I have to be rough. Listen up, all children under 1 meter 2 go to the middle, don't give me BB on the outside, the outermost are the wizards who work hard for you but don't take money!” The dwarf man roared furiously.

“But this kind of hug of a child is itself an adult…” There was also a noise in the crowd.

With so many people, it is difficult to stop and control them. Everyone sees their lives as treasures, and no one wants to be on the periphery, which is the place most vulnerable to death.

“This little guy bothered you.” To stop causing discontent among the crowd, the man with the male infant finally gave the child to an aunt with no expression.

Auntie wears dancing shoes, mostly when she wakes up early in the morning to dance in the square. Auntie had a conscience and took over the crying little boy: “My poor grandson is still missing. Don't worry, I'll take care of your son. ”

The white man nodded and said nothing more, consciously standing on the outermost circle.

“Humph, be satisfied, if you are satisfied, don't make a scene in his mother. Our wind magicians can easily draw away all the dead spirits around you, so that you can gather together and don't call back.” The short man said in disgust.

At the end of the puke, the short man raised his head and made a gesture toward Movan, who was in the air at height, indicating that the big army was about to start crossing the Dead Street!

700 people, in fact, it is not particularly important to be in the periphery or the inner circle. At the end of the day, the crowd will be scattered due to panicked running and moving forward. By then, whoever is defeated by the dead spirit will be killed...

“Movan, I'll leave the high ground to you.” Mubai has unconsciously become the leader of this group, he purposefully said to Movan at height.

“Mmm.” Movan nodded.

In terms of conscience, Movan doesn't have much leadership.

He can make quick decisions in his own way, and bringing a team of magicians is no problem, like this massive migration, and he's really not good at it.

Those loud noises are endless. Movan has a tantrum. Don't let the dead do it. He'll make such a fool of himself. | Get rid of it first!

“In other words, why don't you let me go to high ground. I majored in wind, followed by water. Whether it's a wind tray or a storm, it can sweep a piece of dead spirit, making it better for me to get to the heights.” An apparently mediocre, but obviously worldly, son of a magician said.

“Dulcon, don't make up your mind at this time. It's important to cross the dead end of the street.” His female companion said.

“I'm just a little uncomfortable. He's only in his early twenties. How strong can magic be? I'm at least...” said Dulcon.

“Shut up, the crowd is starting to move forward, we practitioners hurry to protect them. ”

Dulcon still looks at Movan at the height and always feels uncomfortable leaving this important task to him.

……

Movan also ignored that he was a sniper on the high side of the mass of dead spirits, and that an important task was to communicate with the former defensive magician on the left.

With such a huge crowd, the vibrant atmosphere cannot be covered up for long. It is easy to spook the corpse of the meat mound in the middle of the dead street. Once the corpse comes here, there can never be one or two hundred dead people, and the whole army is highly unlikely to be destroyed.

So you have to wait till the left hand, they are the guard magicians, and lead the corpses a little further down the street, while taking away some war generals, otherwise they will be difficult to get through safely.

“Shadow Master, we did it, and your men are ready. Remember, be quick, it's hard to guarantee the corpses won't abandon us to attack the crowd!” The defensive magician-left voice came through.

The sound was still echoing in Movan's ear, immediately after which he felt a turbulent airflow rolling over the street, blowing through the windows that were not close, and sounding like a turbulence!

Movan swept away and immediately discovered that the defensive magician named Left Flank had appeared!

His back pair of wind wings were extraordinarily gorgeous and exquisite, stretching closer to four meters, whistling and becoming more curly with a spiral of airflow and a handsome tail...

Wings flapping, on the wind track of construction, the left flank of the guard magician glides past from the row of office buildings, fast, even the water on the street can only show a blurry shadow!

The masses of dead spirits on the ground felt something in their heads, a slow turning head, and the defensive magician's left wing had flown hundreds of meters away, so these clumsy guys chased their legs!

“This left-hander is intentionally leading a bunch of dead spirits to cross the street, good man.” Movan exclaimed.

Just a moment later, Movan saw the dead evacuate, and this was a sign to Mulberry below.

Mubai also finally issued the "Horn of Strike”. Those in front didn't want to move, but were pushed forward by those in the back. If they didn't run, they would most likely be trampled to death...

So the crowd finally surged, 700 people incarnated to the death squad, rushed out of the hiding building and appeared on the dead street full of dead spirits!