Mofan stood at the top of the balcony and glanced down. He was shocked to see the crowd had already reached the edge of the building.
The crowd was bustling with noise, like a huge demonstration on the street. The only thing missing was a sign that read 'Undead Leave'.
A rough estimation told Qin Nan that there were at least seven hundred people!
There were not many Magicians among them. There were only thirty Magicians in the building before, but now there were more than six hundred of them. There were only ninety Magicians in total, less than a hundred of them, and most of them were Basic Magicians.
There were seventeen Intermediate Magicians, including Mofan, Shorty, Zhou Ming, and Mubai.
Among the thirteen Magicians that came later, only two of them had Soul Seeds. As such, it was unrealistic to rely on these Magicians to fend off thousands of undead on the street.
Mofan believed he had done what he was supposed to do. Hopefully, fewer of the seven hundred people would die during the process of crossing the zebra crossing to the pedestrian street …
Thousands of undead were scattered across the street, thus it was unlikely that the group would be ambushed by thousands of undead right away. Mofan roughly estimated that around a hundred people were dragged into the water by the crocodiles.
A death rate of one in seven, unless the people were so scared that their minds had completely gone blank, they would most likely take the risk.
As Mofan was lamenting about how lowly the people were in a chaotic world, an argument broke out among the crowd all of a sudden.
"Don't make me repeat myself, ask the one with the baby to move to the middle." Shorty grabbed a man in a black leather jacket and snapped coldly.
"Why? He's a grown man, yet he's carrying a baby. If I knew this would happen, I would have picked up a baby on the street too. I've seen a lot of kids that no one cares about along the way! "yelled the man in the black leather jacket.
"Do you believe that I'll toss you onto the street right now?" Shorty did not waste any more time with the man. He dragged him out from the crowd.
"I'll listen to you, let him move to the middle …" The man in the black leather jacket was no match for Shorty. He had never seen such an immoral Magician before.
"Damn it, I have to use violence. Listen up, kids who are shorter than one meter two should move to the middle, and those who are on the outer circle, don't talk nonsense. The ones on the outermost circle are us Magicians who are willing to risk our lives for you without getting paid! "yelled the shorty.
"But this kind of person who is carrying a child but is actually an adult …" Strange voices rang out from the crowd.
The more people there were, the harder it would be to stop and control them. Everyone treated their own life as a treasure, and no one wanted to line up in the outer circle. That was the place where they were most likely to be attacked by undead.
"I'll have to trouble you with this little fellow." In order not to arouse the dissatisfaction of the crowd, the man holding the baby boy finally handed the child to an auntie expressionlessly.
The middle-aged woman was wearing dancing shoes. She must have woken up early in the morning to do square dancing. The middle-aged woman had a conscience. She took the crying boy and said, "My poor grandson is now missing. Don't worry, I will take good care of your son."
The white-haired man nodded and didn't say anything else. He consciously stood at the outermost circle.
"Humph, are you satisfied now? If you are, stop making so much noise. Our Wind Magicians have finally lured the undead away so you can all gather together. Don't attract them again," said Shorty in a displeased tone.
After grumbling, Shorty raised his head and signaled Mofan, who was keeping watch at a higher spot, to signal the crowd to cross the dead end!
As a matter of fact, it didn't really matter if the seven hundred people were lining up in the outer circle or the inner circle. The crowd would eventually scatter due to the panic and panic. Anyone who ended up being pounced on by the undead would end up dead …
"Mofan, I'll leave the higher spot to you," Mubai had unknowingly become the leader of the crowd. He purposely said to Mofan, who was standing at a higher spot.
"Mmm," Mofan nodded.
To be honest, Mofan did not have the temperament of a leader.
He could make quick decisions in his own way. Leading a small group of Magicians was not a problem for him, but he was really not good at a large-scale migration like this.
There was no end to the noise. If Mofan lost his temper, he would simply cripple the idiot before the undead did anything!
"Speaking of which, why don't you let me go to a higher spot? My primary Element is Wind, and my secondary Element is Water. Either the Wind Disc or the Rolling Wave can easily sweep away the undead. It's better for me to go to a higher spot, "said an average-looking Magician, who was obviously a disciple of a renowned family.
"Du Lekang, don't make any rash decisions at a time like this. It's more important to cross the dead end," said his female companion.
"I'm just a little worried. He's only in his twenties. How strong can his magic be? I'm still …" said Du Lekang.
"Enough with the nonsense, the crowd is moving forward. We should focus on protecting them."
Du Lekang glanced at Mofan, who was standing at a higher spot. Somehow, he felt uneasy leaving such an important task in his hands.
…
Mofan did not bother about it. His job was to snipe the undead from a higher spot, and to communicate with the Imperial Magician, Zuo Feng.
With such a huge crowd, it was impossible to conceal the presence of the living for long. It would easily alert the Flesh Mound Corpse Official in the middle of the dead end. Once the Corpse Official showed up, it was unlikely that only a few hundred people would die. It was very likely that the whole army would be wiped out.
As such, they had to wait for Zuo Feng and the rest of the Imperial Magicians to make their move first. They would also lure the Corpse Official further away from the street, and take away some of the Warrior-level undead. Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to cross the dead end.
"Shadow Magician, we're making our move. Keep your men on standby. Remember, be quick. It's hard to guarantee that the Corpse Official won't abandon us and attack the crowd instead! "said the Imperial Magician, Zuo Feng.
His voice was still echoing in Mofan's ears. Following it, a strong gust of wind swept across the street, blowing at the windows that were not closed properly, resulting in a series of loud clanks!
Mofan glanced around and immediately discovered that the Imperial Magician called Zuo Feng had shown up!
The pair of Wind Wings on his back were extraordinarily glamorous. They were close to four meters long when fully extended. As he soared past, he would leave a spiral trail behind him …
With a flap of his wings, the Imperial Magician Zuo Feng glided past the rows of office buildings on the Wind Track. He was so fast that even the puddles on the street could only cast a blurry shadow on his back!
The undead on the ground sensed something above their heads. They slowly turned their heads around, but the Imperial Magician Zuo Feng had already flown over a hundred meters away. The clumsy creatures finally caught up to him!
"That Zuo Feng purposely lured a bunch of undead away so we can cross the street. What a good guy," exclaimed Mofan.
After waiting for a while, Mofan finally signaled to Mubai when he saw that the undead were starting to disperse.
Mubai finally gave the signal to charge forward. The people at the front initially did not want to move, but they were being pushed forward by the people behind them. If they did not run, they would most likely be trampled to death …
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