The guy was able to transmit his voice to him, but how was he supposed to reply?
Were they supposed to take out their phones at the same time and add each other as friends through WeChat? Or perhaps the Advanced Magician with the purple Wind Element could simply give him his phone number too?
As a matter of fact, it was not going to work. Demon beasts were extremely sensitive to signals. Even if he only sent an emoticon to someone, it was equivalent to sending a GPS signal to the demon beasts nearby. The undead would simply swarm toward him.
"We have four Magicians, two Basic Magicians, and five ordinary people, but one of my friends is already gathering the people nearby." Mofan had no idea how to reply, so he simply mumbled to himself. He had no idea if the Advanced Magician with Wind Wings could hear him.
Mo Fan's guess was spot on. The Magician soon called back.
"Try your best to gather as many people as you can. My other two teammates and I will deal with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official, so you should use this opportunity to gather the people trapped in this area and cross the street … of course, make sure there are enough Magicians in the group. The three of us will focus on dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official. As for the Servant-class and Warrior-level undead, you will have to rely on yourselves," said the Magician in the purple outfit.
"Not a problem, I'll relay the message right away and gather the people to cross the street," replied Mofan.
"Thanks, if anyone is still hesitating, just tell them that we're Imperial Magicians, and I'm Zuo Feng. Hopefully, they won't miss the chance to escape," said the Magician in the purple outfit.
"Imperial Magicians … oh, alright!"
…
Mofan immediately returned to the place where the others were hiding. To Mofan's surprise, there were less than ten people in the room before he left, but it was almost full all of a sudden. There were forty to fifty extra people!
He could not help but be impressed by Shorty's ability to gather people. He had managed to gather five groups of people in such a short period of time, and most of them were Magicians. There were only around twenty ordinary people!
It was obvious that Shorty had purposely chosen groups with more Magicians. With Shorty's personality, there was no need for him to be a good person.
The more ordinary people there were, the easier it was for them to become a burden. After all, Shorty had never treated himself as a conscientious Magician who was obliged to save the lives of others.
"Someone claiming to be an Imperial Magician was on the opposite side of the street. He asked us to gather as many people as we can and rush to the pedestrian street across the street while they are busy dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official," said Mofan to the people in the room.
"Imperial Magicians, we're saved, we're saved!" yelled a middle-aged Magician wearing a fur hat.
"Great, so the Imperial Magicians have made their move. I told you not to give up so easily!" said a Magician with heavy makeup.
"With the Imperial Magicians clearing the path for us, we should be able to get through this safely …"
"No, no, no. Listen to me clearly. The Imperial Magicians will deal with the Corpse Official, but they won't have time to deal with the undead on the street, so we'll have to deal with the rest of the undead ourselves, "repeated Mofan seriously.
"Are you serious, they aren't here to save us?" said a young girl with a sobbing tone.
"Don't panic, don't panic, we have quite a number of Magicians here, so as long as we listen to the arrangements and find a chance to make our way through, we still have a chance. I'm an Intermediate Wood Magician, please believe in our capabilities, "said the Magician with heavy makeup.
"Yeah, don't underestimate our strength. Didn't the shorty already say that four of them are Intermediate Magicians with Soul Seeds? They're all experts. Even though I'm only a Basic Magician, my Element is the Fire Element. If the undead dares to come any closer, I'll let them have a taste of my Fire Burst, Rupture!"
The group was quite well-trained. They knew they had to work together to make it through safely, thus they were willing to listen to the arrangements.
Shorty, Zhou Min, Mofan, and Mubai were all Intermediate Magicians in the group. They were considered the strongest among the Magicians. The other groups were willing to cooperate with them.
"Mubai, what do you think we should do?" asked Mofan.
"I think we should have more people," said Mubai straightforwardly.
"Yeah, there's strength in numbers," Zhou Min nodded.
"No, no, it doesn't necessarily mean there's strength in numbers, but I believe you all know about the Termite Survival Theory, right?" Mubai was behaving like a wise scholar.
"The Termite Survival Theory? I'm not well-educated, so I don't know what it means, "said the middle-aged man with the fur hat.
"The termites are migrating, but a wall of fire suddenly appeared in front of them. If they were to rush through it, they would all be burned to death. Therefore, the termites hugged one another and formed a giant ball of termites, before rolling toward the wall of fire … the termites on the outer layer were burned to death, layer after layer, but most of the termites still managed to jump over the wall of fire, "explained Mubai calmly.
The room suddenly quieted down. Everyone's expression was extremely ugly.
"He's right, it's impossible for everyone to make it across the street safely. We should accept the fact. We don't have enough people, so we won't be able to form a thick ball like the termites. If we make it across the street, we will all die. If there are enough people, some will be sacrificed, but most of us will still be able to make it across safely, "said a man with a mustache.
The man was wearing a suit. It was obvious that he was a CEO working in an office building nearby. He could be considered an ordinary person, but his awareness was obviously higher than some of the people who were feeling uneasy.
Ordinary people would have to rely on their luck to survive the disaster, and on the other hand, their awareness. If they did not seize the opportunity to escape and evacuate, they would surely die without a complete corpse!
"That's the only way. I know a team hiding on the top floor of the apartment building. I'll call them over."
"There's a group of people in the underground garage, but I don't think there's any Magicians. Should we call them over?"
"This handsome guy already said that there will be sacrifices. The key is to have more people, the more people there are, the lower the chance of dying. It doesn't matter if they're Magicians or not, as long as they're alive, call them over, "said a woman in black leather pants who looked like a model.
"Either way, pass the message to them. Those who want to leave together should follow us. This is the last bus, there's no guarantee that they'll be safe … those who have other thoughts should just keep waiting," said Shorty to the people who were calling for help.
The crowd dispersed. In order to save their own lives, they had to gather as many people as possible.
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