Versatile Mage: I became the Great Mofan

Chapter 76. Journey to the Ancient Capital, Land of the Dead
After Mo Fan left the apartment, he immediately boarded a plane and flew directly to the ancient capital.

At this moment, he was thinking about one thing that must be accomplished, which was to obtain the sacred springs hidden in several ancient wells of the descendants of the kings.

The energy in these holy springs may not be sufficient, but they are vital nutrients for the Azure Dragon Pendant.

In Mo Fan's opinion, those villages would be destroyed by the Church sooner or later. Rather than letting the Church waste the precious energy of the Holy Spring, it would be better for him to use it.

He had also thought that it would be great if he could find the location of that mysterious island. It was said that the holy spring there had extremely abundant energy.

However, Mo Fan knew in his heart that the reason why he lived in seclusion was that it was not easy to find him.

If you can’t find this place, forget about finding the second place.

That is not a village. It has no exact location. You can't find it just by looking for it.

Then again, let’s not talk about whether he could find it or not. Even if he found the location of the island by chance, with his current strength, he simply couldn’t compete with others for it.
Fortunately, the holy spring in Weiju Village is not particularly conspicuous. In addition, the village does not welcome outsiders, and there are very few mages coming in and out. So far, no one has discovered the secrets hidden in these well waters.

Even the older generation of villagers in the village know nothing about this.

The ancient capital is like a "war city" that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Countless dynasties prospered and declined here, and countless soldiers' souls were forever buried under this yellow sand!
When the sun rises, all things in the world seem to be awakened, and a vibrant scene is presented everywhere.

However, when the setting sun slowly sank into the horizon, all living things seemed to break free from some kind of restraints and began to revel. They could not wait to throw off the mud, shrouds and coffin lids wrapped around their bodies, and sang praises to the night that belonged to them in the darkness.

Tombs, imperial mausoleums, death pits, ghost figurines...

Although there are no signs of impending catastrophe in the ancient capital, the war between humans and the undead has never stopped.

Every night, a large number of undead attempt to attack the city.

Although the undead were numerous, they were unable to break through the ancient capital's defenses, and even the outer city walls were difficult to cross.

This is because the ancient capital’s defense is extremely tight, like an indestructible barrier.

After Mo Fan arrived in the ancient capital, the first thing he did was to find a way to buy gray garlic.

Fortunately, Zhao Manyan did not use the money to hire a young model, otherwise Mo Fan would have to think of ways to make money as the first thing he did when he arrived here.

Although gray garlic is precious, it is not completely unavailable.

Mo Fan spent thousands of dollars and finally got more than ten gray garlics.

After getting the gray garlic, he bought a map.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mo Fan decided to wait until the next day to set off.

At night, at the defense line of the outer city wall.

Mo Fan knew that he was the only one going into the territory of the undead this time, and that mental magic had no soothing effect on creatures like the undead.

Therefore, he felt it was necessary for him to understand the situation of the undead first.

As the sun sets, the earth begins to wriggle as if it has life. When night falls, you can clearly see that in the distance, large numbers of rotting corpses are crawling out of the ground!
They looked hideous and strange, and each of them looked ferocious, with their scarlet and empty eyes fixed on the humans on the city wall.

"Uh-huh~"

“Ugh~~~~!!!”

Soon, the howling sounds one after another echoed in the air.

Although the number of these undead is considerable, they are basically at the slave level and pose relatively little threat.

Not to mention that under the joint attack of a group of mages, they couldn't get close to the city wall at all. Even if some of them managed to get close to the city wall by chance, the insignificant destructive power of the slave-level undead would not be able to cause the slightest shake to the city wall.

The mages on the city wall were now each doing their own job. A large number of fire mages cast elementary fire spells, which burned fiercely layer by layer, forming a sea of ​​fire.

There were also groups of thunder mages who used thunder seals, and the lightning bolts bombarded down like angry dragons.

Under the powerful magical impact of the magic group of the mages, the large number of undead were being drastically reduced at a very fast speed, falling down one after another like harvested wheat.
This battle is like a movie that is played on a loop, with the same scenes repeated every day.

The only difference is that those undead souls seem to be pouring out from an endless abyss, endless and it seems that they can never be killed.

In this desperate battle environment, the only thing to be thankful for is probably the faint sense of security brought by the solid and towering city walls.

It was like a solid barrier, temporarily isolating the danger, allowing the guarding mages to have a place to rely on and breathe in this blood and terror, even though this reliance seemed so fragile under the seemingly endless attack of the undead.
Mo Fan did not stay here for a while. After looking for a while, he left and headed towards the Ancient Capital Hotel.

The howling of the undead outside continued endlessly until late at night.

But it can be seen that the people of the ancient capital have completely adapted to the situation. They should take a rest and do not care about these things at all.
The wind blew early in the morning, filling the air with a strange smell. But for some reason, as soon as the sun baked the earth, there was no smell at all. Last night's excitement was as if it had never happened.

After leaving the outer city wall, Mo Fan followed the instructions on the map and headed towards Weiju Village.

The south faces the Qinling Mountains. Whether flying or driving, they will not give face to the Qinling Demon Clan. Therefore, if you go to the south, there are basically no cars and you have to walk.

As a mage, even when walking, his speed is extremely fast.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened. When it got dark, Mo Fan was still a long distance away from Yang Village, the first stop.

At this time, he ate the gray garlic without any hesitation.

This is the time when the undead appear. At this time, even if you are very strong, you will definitely not be able to get through by fighting.

Because you don't think this is a big tomb.

You know, once you step into the big tomb, you will be besieged by a group of undead.

Even though Mo Fan was quite powerful, he didn't want to be besieged.

At night, if there was too much killing, the smell of blood would wake up the stronger corpses, which would only cause unnecessary trouble for me.
Although the gray garlic tasted bad, its effect was unquestionable. After eating the gray garlic, even if he walked through the zombies, the undead did not show any reaction, as if they did not see him at all. In other words, they just regarded him as their own kind.

(End of this chapter)