Versatile Mage: I became the Great Mofan

Chapter 79. Fierce Battle in the Land of the Dead

Although Mo Fan stayed in the ancient capital to earn money, he didn't want to guard the city wall.

There are people coming and going on the city wall, and it's a mixed crowd. In such a chaotic situation, it's easy for others to take advantage of the situation and deliver the final fatal blow.

After all, only by killing monsters with one's own hands can one obtain corresponding benefits, and Mo Fan does not want to make wedding dresses for others.

Moreover, he didn't want to reveal too much about his own situation to others.

So, when night fell quietly, Mo Fan resolutely left the city wall and went directly outside the city.

Of course, he didn't just rush in without any preparation. He brought the gray garlic with him to prevent the undead from pouncing on him as soon as they appeared.

Now he is a high-level magician. Although he is very powerful, he must not be careless outside the city where dangers are lurking everywhere.

If you accidentally mess up and lose your life, you will regret it forever.

"Uh uh~~~"

"Uh ...

As the night fell completely like a heavy curtain, the ground began to loosen up like the surface of a disturbed lake.

At the same time, deep underground, the undead who were cursed and bound in darkness began to crawl out of the tombs one after another.

Mo Fan chewed the gray garlic calmly. The pungent smell formed an invisible protective shield around him, making it impossible for the undead to detect him. Since a living person like him had sneaked in, he didn't need to worry about any danger for the time being.

But soon, the surrounding scene became terrifying.

A large number of rotten corpses were like puppets driven by evil forces, with their heads drooping and emitting a disgusting stench. There were hundreds of them gathered near Mo Fan alone!

Obviously, his luck was extremely bad as he stepped directly into a large lair of the undead!

Mo Fan's eyes were stern, without any fear at all.

He took a deep breath, and the star map flashed by.

"Phantom Wind - Wind Disk - Tornado!"

As the star map dissipated, in an instant, a strong wind howled around him like an enraged wind dragon.

Wind blades danced in the air, cutting through the surrounding darkness.

Before the zombies had time to react, they were swept up by the sudden strong wind.

The strong wind was like a ruthless hand, rolling up large pieces of corpses tightly together, forming a terrible vortex of rotten flesh and bones.

"Rose Flame - Fiery Fist - Nine Palaces!"

Almost at the same time, the Fire Star Map flashed behind Mo Fan. The bright red flames were like the fire of hell being released, boiling instantly.

Mo Fan punched the ground fiercely, and powerful magic power surged out from his fist like a volcanic eruption.

The ground exploded instantly under the impact of this force!
"Boom boom boom!!!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The nine-square-shaped pillars of fire exploded like erupting volcanoes.

The tongues of fire were like the tongues of angry snakes, splashing wantonly, and the waves of fire were like a roaring beast, dancing wildly in the air.

The power of this attack was so incredible that it instantly burned more than forty corpses into charcoal.

However, those zombies that were not hit were stimulated to become even more crazy by this powerful magic.

They bared their fangs and claws, let out creepy roars, and rushed towards Mo Fan desperately.

“Qianjun-Thunder-Yaksha!” Mo Fan’s reaction was as fast as lightning. He drew a star map again, and a thunder-like light flashed in his hand.

The light was like a sharp blade of light, weaving through the group of zombies. Wherever it went, the bodies of the zombies fell down like cut straws.

The remaining undead that had gathered together before were all wiped out by this fatal blow.

"Wind Rail-Flash Step!"

Mo Fan’s figure flashed, and with a “swish” sound, he left the spot in an instant like a ghost.

The corpses that rushed over from the side suddenly missed, and there seemed to be a look of confusion in their empty eye sockets.

At this point, the number of these remaining corpses was no longer worth Mo Fan using the intermediate third level magic.

After all, this long dark night has just begun, and he must allocate his magic power reasonably.

It is worth mentioning that as his cultivation level has been raised to a high level, Mo Fan’s control over magic has also been greatly enhanced.

Some of his primary skills can now be used almost effortlessly. Although the undead creatures are tough and hard to kill, if the two primary skills are used in harmony, they can still be wiped out directly.

When the number of undead reached about ten, he directly destroyed them with the power of the third level of the initial stage.

And when the number is larger, intermediate magic must be used.

As the battle continued, more and more undead corpses appeared around Mo Fan, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The undead souls attracted by the blood came in an endless stream like a tide.

Mo Fan realized that it might be difficult to cope with it with his own strength alone.

His eyes flashed, and he began to chant a summoning spell. A mysterious light flashed, and the tall and mighty figure of the Silver Moon Wolf appeared on the battlefield.

Its silver hair gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and its sharp fangs and claws were chilling.

As soon as the Silver Moon Wolf appeared, it was like a vicious wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, biting and killing the undead madly.

Although Mo Fan possesses multiple magic systems, facing these undead creatures, curse and mind magic are almost useless.

In this situation, even if he still has four available magic branches, he must save magic energy carefully to fight.

Every time magic is released, it is necessary to ensure that the most undead can be destroyed, and every bit of magic energy consumed must be exchanged for the greatest result.

The battle continued. Mo Fan and Silver Moon Wolf fought side by side in this sea of ​​undead. Their figures looked very small under the moonlight, but their fighting power was amazing.
Before they knew it, Mo Fan and Silver Moon Wolf had killed more than 300 corpses.

The ground was littered with broken limbs and the bloody smell filled the air, making people feel sick.

Mo Fan's body was splattered with the dirty blood of the corpses, and the silver hair of the Silver Moon Wolf was dyed dark red, but they only suffered some minor injuries. For them, this little pain was just a medal of battle and did not affect their determination to continue fighting.

"Uh-huh!!!"

Just as Mo Fan and Silver Moon Wolf were working like a deadly duo, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the undead, a roar like muffled thunder suddenly came from the depths of the darkness.

The voice seemed to carry endless resentment and evil, making one's scalp tingle.

Suddenly, a huge red blood corpse rushed over!
It is like a moving hill, and every step it takes makes the earth tremble.

On its hideous face, the rotten muscles kept wriggling, and its two eyes flashed a strange red light, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp fires.

The bloody corpse exuded a strong smell of death, which seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul and make people shudder.

And its target was obviously Mo Fan.

Because it was the strong smell of blood from Mo Fan's continuous killing that "woken it up."

The instinct of the undead is to kill all living things, even the warlord-level undead.
(End of this chapter)