Jiang Li glanced at the seductive man and snapped, "And who the hell are you?"
"I'm Yao Nan, little fatty, be careful with your words. Otherwise, what Mofan just said is like a child's play to someone like me," said Yao Nan with a smile.
On the other hand, the Super Magicians had already come up with their strategy. They were planning when to make their move, when to send out the Light Magicians, and when to eliminate the Serene White Phantom Officials!
"Advanced Magicians, keep the Commander-level undead busy. The Phantom Tyrant Emperor still has quite a number of Undead Officials around it. Remember, you don't have to fight them to the death. You just have to keep them busy …" said Commander Lu Xu.
Another four to five Advanced Magicians had gathered. However, almost half of the Advanced Magicians who were guarding the walls would be mobilized for the operation. As such, more than twenty Advanced Magicians were mobilized. The rest of the Magicians had to guard the walls to prevent the undead from taking advantage of their weakness!
The number of Intermediate Magicians was the highest. If the Generals were included, there were more than two hundred Intermediate Magicians. These Intermediate Magicians were mainly responsible for providing cover and scattering the undead army.
The most important part of the operation was to eliminate the Serene White Phantom Officials and their army of White Yin Ghosts. It was not a victory that could be achieved by sacrificing a lot of lives.
"Yao Nan, you will lead the Magicians. Make sure the Light Magicians won't be ambushed by the undead before they complete the formation," said Councilman Zhu Meng.
"Not a problem, but I have a small request," Yao Nan bowed with a smile.
"What is it?" asked Councilman Zhu Meng.
"Bring that kid Mo Fan here so I can use him." Yao Nan's eyes flickered with a cunning flicker, with a hint of teasing.
After hearing this, Mo Fan had the urge to send Yao Nan three words in his mind: F * * k you!
"I'm sorry, I didn't say I was going to take part in the operation," said Mofan straightforwardly. He was not afraid of embarrassing himself.
Councilman Zhu Meng immediately glared at him and pulled Mofan back from the line.
"Kid, let me tell you, this is not Hangzhou. Without that big snake, you are just a persimmon that I can knead. Don't pretend to be a coward. Get back to the queue." Councilman Zhu Meng was always using his position to avenge his personal grudges. As a great councilman, he would not force or interfere with other people's willingness, but Mofan … Zhu Meng did not feel the need to go easy on him!
The man in Hangzhou was so capable, commanding the Snake Ancestor to fight the Silver Skyruler. Even a Councilman like him had never done something as bold and impressive as that. The Light Magic Formation was the key to the defense of the Northern Walls, and the Magicians were the ones who needed to protect the Magic Formation. With the cunning, shameless kid Mofan around, their odds of winning the battle would increase significantly!
"Take it, use it however you like. If he dares to run away, I'll immediately write a letter to the Pearl Institute and ask the Principal to expel him!" Councilman Zhu Meng pushed Mofan toward Yao Nan without hesitation.
"Thank you, Councilman, for granting my wish …" Yao Nan laughed as a terrifying Yao Qi rippled from his body.
Yao Nan ignored Mofan's grumbling and cursing, and began to count the number of people.
Yao Nan was quite reputable among the Hunters. The Hunters were willing to listen to his orders. Most of the Magicians that were gathered here were Hunters. The rest of the students, the people of the association, and the Magicians without any factions knew that he was an Advanced Magician, thus they did not have any objections.
…
It was Mofan's first time participating in a 'war'!
The war here was no longer between humans for the sake of benefits and reproduction, but between the living and the dead. It had been the same for thousands of years.
When Zhan Kong had tried to recruit him, Mofan had always rejected the offer.
He did not like war, not because he did not want to defend the people behind the walls, but because he did not like the feeling of being insignificant … Even if he was an Intermediate Magician, he would only play an insignificant role in a war like this.
There were two hundred Intermediate Magicians participating in the mission. Even if he had two Elements, it did not make much of a difference. The outcome of the battle would not depend on him, but there was a chance that he would die in the chaos of the battle.
A battle that he could not change … Mofan was against it.
…
The longer the Dark Abyss remained, the stronger the hatred and death aura it produced. It was so strong that the zombies, skeletons, and phantoms that were supposed to ferment for a few more years were granted the chance to evolve in advance. The Undead Ministers that were supposed to hibernate for another ten years or a hundred years had also opened their coffins and appeared in this world that was getting colder.
The higher the level of the undead, the easier it would be to summon the low-level undead. The low-level undead were brainless, and had nothing better to do. If there was a voice guiding them to do something, they would be more than willing to obey it. There was no fear, no fear of death, only endless greed and desire for the living!
The stronger the hatred, the more undead would gather. The more undead there were, the stronger the death aura would be. Even the people standing on the walls a few dozen kilometers away could smell the stench of rotting corpses sweeping at them like a sea breeze.
Thunderous roars rumbled in the distance. At first, the walls only shook a little, but as time gradually passed, the deafening roars grew even louder, as if they were going to pierce through their eardrums. Even the people beside them might not be able to hear them when they were expressing their fear to their comrades.
A magnificent tower stood at the center of the long northern wall. Over two hundred Intermediate Magicians and above were gathered on the tower.
Following an order, the Magicians, led by Councilman Zhu Meng, Commander Lu Xu, Chief Military Instructor Fei Jiao, and Senior Hunter Du Xiao, leapt out of the perfect line of defense against the undead and headed straight for the darkness that the people feared the most.
Unlike Mofan, who was afraid of dying, many of the Magicians were holding on to the glory of their Magician Emblems. They were thinking that if they won the war, not only would they receive more recognition, they would also be able to tell their friends around them that they had participated in a war to slay a Ruler-level creature!
A war to slay a Ruler-level creature …
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