Chapter 604
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Under the hazy rain, the gray tower stood in the middle of the long wall. It was hard to tell how many years the wind and rain had accumulated its ancient color.
Many Magicians were still standing guard on the walls. They were listening to the chimes of the bell in the distance, praying for the day to come earlier.
The rain always delayed the dawn. Perhaps some of the Magicians who were fighting outside had never returned because of the weather.
"Everyone's exhausted …" Yao Nan sighed.
"How long has it been like this?" asked Mofan.
"It started at the end of summer. It's been many months, but we still haven't found the real reason," said Yao Nan.
"It can't be like this forever. Every night is like a ball for the undead. Everyone has to hide in the city, and the Magicians have to stay on the walls?" said Mofan.
The situation of the undead at the Ancient Capital was a lot scarier than Mofan had imagined. The people living here must be living in fear.
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a panic?" Advisor Zhu asked a soldier who came running in a hurry.
"A squad has been surrounded by a bunch of skeletons. We can't send anyone out," reported the soldier.
"Whose squad is it?" asked Advisor Zhu.
"Wang Mang's squad …"
Advisor Zhu glanced at Yao Nan and Mofan. They did not have many people left. The walls were being attacked by the undead at different locations, and most of the people were on a mission to kill the Phantom Tyrant Emperor. There was no way they could send a rescue squad.
Besides, a rescue squad usually needed more people, and stronger Magicians.
"Both of us don't have much energy left, we're just going to die if we go," said Yao Nan bluntly. He knew what Advisor Zhu was trying to say.
Mo Fan's energy had yet to recover. Not only would they not be able to save anyone by jumping down from the walls, they would also be putting themselves in danger. Yao Nan was in a similar situation. He still had some energy left, but he had yet to recover from the injuries he had sustained during the fight against the Corpse Official. There was nothing he could do.
"Let them hold on for a little longer, it's almost dawn," sighed Advisor Zhu.
"Mmm," the soldier nodded.
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The group led by Wang Mang was not too far away from the walls. People like Mo Fan who had the Dark Gaze were able to see a vast expanse of white in the distance.
The white represented the skeletons, and a huge area of white indicated that the place was occupied by the undead. The occasional glow of magic indicated that the squad was still resisting.
When Mofan was staring at the area, a cheer suddenly came from another direction.
Yao Nan also looked in that direction and saw milky white light rising into the sky. A smile immediately appeared on his face. "They've succeeded!"
"Who?" asked Mofan asked.
"The Phantom Tyrant has been killed. Most of our troops are retreating to the city walls!" Advisor of the Magicians of the undead, of the Magicians of the undead to the Magicians... com
After all, a few Super Mages were involved. If anything went wrong, the north side would suffer a great loss.
The white rays were getting closer. Once the Phantom Tyrant Emperor was dead, the undead were like a pile of loose sand. The Commander-level undead were no longer a threat when the Super Magicians were involved in the battle …
"Good, very good, very good!" yelled Advisor Zhu excitedly when he saw the rest of the soldiers returning to the walls.
The commanders around him were also dancing with joy. For more than a month, they had been living in fear of the Phantom Tyrant every night. This brutal undead creature was the biggest threat to the Northern Wall. There were a few times when it almost made a huge hole in the Northern Wall.
Now that they had finally gotten rid of the biggest threat, the guards of the walls could finally let out a relieved sigh.
Dark clouds loomed over the east. Dawn had finally arrived. The people on the walls cheered loudly, welcoming the arrival of a new day, and the return of their heroes …
The Magicians continued to show up close to the walls. Some of them had already made their way back to the towers.
In the rain, a man with a pair of fiery wings on his back swept across the sky, leaving a long trail of flames behind him, like a fiery meteor!
The fiery wings beat rapidly as he flew toward the walls at a rapid pace. Even though the man was covered in wounds, it did not make him look any less dignified.
Mofan recognized the pair of fiery wings. It was Councilman Zhu Meng!
He beat his fiery wings and lit up the dusky walls. He landed on the walls with a fiery aura. His beard was still drifting in the wind, even though he had already landed in front of Advisor Zhu and the other Commanders …
"Where's my boss? Did he sacrifice himself?" asked Yao Nan when he saw Zhu Meng.
"He's still alive, but it's just a matter of when he can wake up. That guy really doesn't care about his life … but, if he didn't make that risky move, the Phantom Tyrant Emperor might have escaped!" Zhu Meng took a deep breath and glanced at Mofan. He immediately frowned and snapped, "Why did you come back? If you were a soldier, you would be punished according to military law. "
"I've killed more undead than all the Magicians you've gathered!" snapped Mofan.
"He did well today, helping me to kill a Corpse Official." Yao Nan gave Mo Fan a rare compliment.
"Humph, that's more like it!" Zhu Meng nodded. He glanced into the distance and said, "The others will return one after another. We didn't suffer too many casualties this time. It's a great victory!"
"Councilman, I'll bring you to rest first. You're quite injured too." Advisor Zhu summoned a female Magician over.
The female Magician was obviously a Healer. She was wearing a white military uniform. She helped Councilman Zhu Meng to the third floor of the tower.
Zhu Meng's eyes were sharp. He glanced at the white area not far away. He pointed at the area densely packed with skeletons and asked, "What's going on there? Is someone trapped?"
"Mm, it's a small team. They're surrounded by skeletons. However, it's almost dawn. I don't think they're in any danger, "said Advisor Zhu.
Zhu Meng glanced at the sky and realized that the morning sun was indeed breaking through the dense clouds in the east. It would be dawn by the time he arrived. It was better for him to take care of his hidden injuries. God knows what would happen the next night. He had to treat his injuries as soon as possible. The North City Tower still needed his protection.
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