Versatile Mage

Under the smog of the rain, the gray tower stands in the middle of the lengthy wall, and I don’t know how many years of wind and rain are shaking the color of the vicissitudes.

There are still many wizards guarding the wall, and they listen to the bells coming from far away, praying for the early arrival of the day.

Rainy weather will always delay the morning light, and perhaps some of the mage who killed outside will never return because of the weather.

"Everyone is exhausted..." The demon man sighed.

“How long has this situation been going on?” Mofan asked.

"There have been many months since the end of the summer, and the real reason has not been found yet." The demon man said.

"You can't always do this. Every night, they become their dance party. Everyone must hide in the city. The mages must guard the wall?" Mofan said.

The situation of the undead in the ancient capital is even more terrible than Mofan’s imagination. Presumably, those who live here these days are also afraid.

"What, so panic?" Zhu staff asked an officer who rushed to run.

"There was a small team surrounded by a group of crickets. Now we can't send people out." The officer said.

"Whose team is it?" asked Zhu.

"Wang Hao's team..."

Zhu’s gaze turned to the demon man and Mo Fan. There are not many people who can be deployed now. The different positions of the city wall have been attacked by the undead, and a large number of people have performed the task of killing the sneaky tyrant. Rescue Team.

What's more, the rescue team often needs more people and stronger mages.

"We haven't had much magic in both of us, and we are going to die." The demon man understood the meaning of Zhu's staff, and he also bluntly said.

Mo Fan's magic can't be recovered now. Now, if you jump into the wall, you can't save people. You can also put them in. The situation of the demon man is similar. His magic can still be there, but with that fat. When the corpse was killed, the wound on his body had not recovered, and nothing could be done at all.

"Let them hold on for a while, and the sky will be bright." Zhu’s staff sighed.

"Well." The officer nodded.

...

......

The team led by the officer said that the team led by Wang Hao is not too far from the city wall. People like Mo Fan who have dark gaze can actually see a white area in the distance from the wall.

White represents the cheekbones, and a large piece of white means that it has been occupied by the scorpion creatures. Some of the magical halos that occasionally illuminate indicate that the squad is still resisting.

When Mo Fan stared at the area, suddenly there was a cheer in the other direction.

The demon man also looked there and found that the milky white light rose into the sky, and the face suddenly smiled: "They succeeded!"

"Who?" Mofan asked.

"The sneaky tyrant was killed, and our large army is withdrawing from the city wall!" Zhu’s counselor was finally anxious and finally had a smile on his face. It can be seen that he was worried about this all night.

After all, several super-level wizards have been dispatched, and what will happen to them will be greatly lost in the north.

The milky white light is getting closer and closer, the sneaky tyrants die, the undead become a loose sand, especially the super-order wizards are involved in the battle, and those undead souls no longer pose too much threat...

“Very good, very good, very good!!” Zhu’s staff met with the large forces and began to return one after another.

The left-behind military system around him is also excited to dance. In the past more than a month, their northern walls have been daring for the sinister tyrant every night. This brutal undead is the most threatening creature to this north wall. Almost a big gap in the city wall.

Now that this biggest hidden danger has been eradicated, the guards of these north walls can breathe a sigh of relief.

The clouds are densely covered in the east, and the dawn is too late. The people on the wall of the north city shouted in unison, greeted the arrival of a new day, and welcomed the heroes to triumph...

The successive masters are near the wall, and some marches have returned to the tower quickly.

In the rain curtain, a man with a pair of flame wings burned through his back, and the long tail of the flame was pulled out like a flame meteor!

The flames of the flames quickly swayed and flew toward the wall at a very fast speed. Although the person was covered with scars, it did not make his majesty and pride fade away.

Mo Fan recognized this pair of flame wings, it is Mr. Meng Meng!

He waved the wings of the flame, illuminating the gray watchtower, and fell into the watchtower with a bit of flamboyant momentum. The face of the beard was still moving, even though he had been firmly in front of the military staff of Zhu. ......

"My head, will not sacrifice?" The demon man saw Zhu Meng, and immediately asked.

"The life is saved, when is the problem of getting up, this guy really does not want to die ... However, without him this dangerous move, perhaps let the sneaky tyrant give it away!" The eyes glanced at Mo Fan, and the thick eyebrows immediately locked up and shouted. "How did your kid escape? If it is a soldier, it must be handled by the military."

"The dead souls I killed are more than the summons you brought together!" Mo Fan replied with no anger.

"He did a good job today and helped me kill a corpse." The demon man also rarely said a good word to Mo Fan.

"Oh, that's almost the same!" Zhu Meng nodded and looked at it not far away. "Others will return one after another. This casualty is not too much, it is a great victory!"

"Members of Congress, I will take you to rest first, and the injury on your body is not light." Zhu Shenmou called a female mage to come over.

The female mage was obviously a healing system. She was wearing a white military gown. She supported Mr. Meng to go to the third floor of the tower to rest.

I was blindfolded, but I glanced at the white area not far away. I asked with a finger on the dense area: "What happened there, was someone trapped?"

"Well, it’s a small team. They are surrounded by shackles. But the sky is bright, and there will be no serious problems," said Zhu’s staff.

I was glanced at the sky and found that there was indeed a morning light that was smashing through the dense clouds of the East. I wanted to come and rush to the sky, but I still had a good time, and despite knowing what was going on in my second night, he knew what would happen in the second night. Handling the injury, this North Tower still needs him to guard.

(Monday, you know what I need, so I won’t say I want to recommend tickets~~~~~)