Versatile Mage

Green debris drifted out of the bass and slowly fell into the mud.

It would also work well if the war-general cruelty was used to refine the slave-grade essence, and Movan, who was concentrating on killing the dead spirit, inadvertently discovered that another essence had been born.

Neither the fighting nor the killing has stopped much in recent times. Little mudslides have been working 24 hours a day, giving Movanti essence, and the number of essence has risen dramatically.

The dead spirits continued to come. Movan glanced at the crowd and found that the first few adults to escape had reached the walking street across the street, and this whole zebra line was already full of people. From Movan's point of view, it was completely brain-squeezed...

However, even with more than ninety magicians on both sides, there are still some devils in action jumping into the crowd.

Most of these demons have sharp claws, and when the cold flash flashes, someone will spray blood down and have no resistance at all.

Fortunately, the impact of the crowd's running is also small, and these demons dare to attack only the periphery and kill a relatively limited number of people.

Lower spirits are a bunch of greedy and foolish creatures. If several rotters and demons kill one person, they will immediately pour the smell of blood towards the fallen person, so one person's death can often buy others more time until those rotters and demons taste fresh meat, blood, delicious guts...

Movan, the demon who broke into the crowd, had no choice. A fierce fist could kill them in seconds, but more people were estimated to have been killed by his own magic. This is the termite's theory of survival.

As the number of devils and rotters breaking in increases, more people fall, and every second people scream and cry for help in the bloodstream, and every second people live safely through the dead streets.

The cruel Movan of this world has long been taught, and in fact the annihilation brought about by the sweep of a world war will not be inferior to that of a dead spirit.

“Ka!”

Movan crushed the black Dead Crystal with his thumb and forefinger, and the silk energy dragged into his thunder galaxy by his mind...

One eighth!

This is the second time that Movan has used the War Commander's spirit to crystallize, and the magic did, as the Shorty Man said, reply only one-eighth.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan painted a star map with no expression on his face, and his initial magical depiction was almost entirely complete at first sight under the orbit.

His hands wrapped around the lightning mark, and he threw the lightning bolts at the rotters outside the roadblock, turning the dense, numb lightning field into a lightning field that was constantly passing on to the rotters.

However, the number of corpses is so large that each corpse can be so sparsely struck by lightning that it cannot be completely paralyzed. Together, this group of corpses crashed against the roadblock built by the automobile barrier, and suddenly a gap was broken out, and the crowd of corpses suddenly poured into the crowd behind!

Movan was going to turn his head and ignore it. He could hear a group of children screaming. His face was already a little pale. He bit his teeth again and drew a star orbit by force...

The moon-colored star orbit ripped open a space crack in the middle of the sky, and a wolf beast with injuries flew out of it, jumping from a few dozen metres in diameter to the gap of the broken roadblock.

“Kill them all!” Movan gave the order to the Sick Wolf!

The sick wolf fell directly into the corrupt mass, and it struck a layer of beast, and as it trampled to the ground, more than a dozen corpses were immediately shocked.

“Ahhhhhhh!! ”

The wolf stepped out of the sky, and the wave kissed the sky, when the sand and dust rose for no reason, turning into a violent sand and dust hurricane around the wolf dancing with hair.

The gravel struck the corpses, and the corpses did not feel any pain, but as the dust hurricane intensified, the corpses were uprooted and thrown high into the air to withstand the torn wind and wolf claws.

A hurricane that had just turned yellow and dusty gradually turned scarlet, and the whole hurricane had torn apart many corpses and demons.

The hurricane slowly subsided and the blood rain fell.

The teenagers and children who were washed behind by the tide turned their heads and found all the rotting corpses disappeared, replacing them with wolves, broken limbs, guts, meat blocks, plasma...

It was all bloody, and a hair dyed blood-red Wolfsbane standing there, breathing heavily and exhaling white.

Scars, new wounds and scabies are everywhere, but the werewolf still walks to the end of the crowd, and whenever a rotter and a demon rush in, it will fall over and bite the neck of the dead spirit.

“Cure... cure! ”

A teenager reads his magical name and then bites his lips tightly, carrying a holy milky white star, one by one, and then slowly joins him, especially at the sixth and seventh, where the star shakes and breaks the entire orbit at any moment.

The teenager's gaze was firm and sweaty enough to complete the initial magic.

The healing light finally appeared on his palm like fluorescent fountain fluid, a white and white teenager who was delighted to spill the healing liquid onto the wounded wolf.

A trace of a long carcass claw on the back of a sick wolf bathed in healing liquid, and it was healing very quickly. Soon after, the crack nearly half a metre long became only slightly silky.

This wound is in the shoulder position of the Wolf. Every time the Wolf wields his claws, the Wolf suffers the pain of tearing. Although the healing system magic is weak, it removes the greatest hidden disease for the Wolf.

The teenager seemed a little excited, and when he was about to turn around, he suddenly found a black man emerged from a shadow very slowly...

The teenager recognized this man, the young magician who had been sniping a large number of dead spirits at heights, and his eyes flashed with a certain admiration and awe.

“This… this is the first time I have used magic.” Healing teenagers said.

“How old are you? ”

“Sophomore year. Let me help you, I can heal your summoning beast. Your summoning beast is so powerful, killing so many dead spirits all at once.” Healing teenagers say.

“Hurry up and keep up with the crowd. There are only a few people in the first awakening healing department. Don't die sooner.” Mofan said plainly.

“But I can already...”

“Keep your enthusiasm in the inner city, curing a magician is like saving a group of people.” Movan did not say much to the boy, directly ordering the werewolf beast to send the boy away.

(Ah, I have a huge recommendation today, why don't we update the chapter a little more??? But I guess I'll be even more upset when I release the next chapter... but I can't help it, today is chapter four!