Versatile Mage: Guqin Romance

Chapter 135 Changes in the ancient capital
Because the deadline for asking for leave from Dean Gu had come, on this day, Fang Han said goodbye to Mu Nujiao and took the train to the ancient capital.

As for Qinling, after he took away the torch and broke the seal, he could only wait patiently and wait for the follow-up situation.

In the evening, Fang Han successfully arrived at the ancient capital.

Unlike other places where the sky is full of red clouds, the evening in the ancient capital is gloomy. The dark clouds are as dense as velvet, low in the sky, as if it will rain heavily in the next second, and there is no life at all.

"Classmate, would you like to take the bus?"

Outside the station, many taxi drivers soliciting customers were waiting, and they greeted Fang Han as soon as they saw him.

"How much is the ancient capital academy?" Fang Han asked.

The driver reached out to take Fang Han's luggage: "Five hundred."

"How many?!"

Fang Han frowned and said: "Black car! Five hundred, blackmail me, have you thought about it?"

Although he had plenty of funds, the money did not come from strong winds. The total distance was only a dozen kilometers. Even if he was driving at night, more than 30 was enough.

The driver was not surprised by Fang Han's reaction.

"Young man, the undead have frequently rioted in the ancient capital during this time. I used to charge you 27 and eight yuan on these roads, but not now." The driver pointed to the black clouds above his head and said, "This place is close to the outer wall. You may not know when the alarm will sound. , the archmages and the undead are standing on the city wall fighting, danger can happen at any time!"

Didn't you see that there are not many taxis at the station entrance? If I wasn't really short of money, I wouldn't want to come out to take care of the work at this time...

"Frequent riots!" Fang Han whispered.

"Yes, if you don't believe me, you can ask around." The driver explained.

"Okay, let's go!" Fang Han said.

The ancient capital is under martial law at night. As the taxi drives, you can see the towering city walls.

The taxi driver was a very good businessman. Six passengers were packed into one car, and the bus was packed with people and drove towards the city.

Fang Han sat by the window, looking at the endless city walls like ridges outside, and the black clouds covering the sky, and fell into deep thought. The ban on Qinling Mountains was lifted, wouldn't it have affected the ancient capital?

What kind of place is there, and what is the role of the ancient sacrificial torches.

At this moment, sitting next to him was an old man wearing silver-rimmed glasses. Seeing his appearance, he asked, "Young man, what are you thinking about? I'm scared by this scene."

"No, I have experienced this scene before, I was just wondering why it happened." Fang Han explained.

"Have you ever experienced this?!" The old man wondered.

"Well, I'm a sophomore at Ancient Capital Academy!"

"I can't see it!"

"As for the current situation, we haven't investigated the situation yet, but we already have clues." The old man said.

"Will the undead riot have a big impact on the ancient capital?"

"It is still within the acceptable range. The inexplicable riots of the undead are not a big event for the ancient capital. There have been several incidents in the past. Of course, this is thanks to the construction of the outer wall of the ancient capital, which protected the ancient city."

"Yes, thanks to the outer city wall!" Fang Han nodded. The outer city wall of the ancient capital was built under the leadership of the most powerful mage and combined with many earth-type super mages!

"At that time, the construction almost failed, but it was still completed with difficulty." The old man said proudly. Seeing his expression, Fang Han asked: "Is it possible that you, old sir, are also involved..."

"It's a small effort, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!" The old man said modestly, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up like blooming chrysanthemums.

Fang Han's question scratched his itch.

The driver in front of him interrupted: "Let me see, why not gather all the mages and destroy the undead's lair directly, once and for all, instead of building a city wall!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Han was speechless. This driver was too whimsical. You know, the lair of the undead is in Shayuan. Even the Forbidden Curse Master will perish if he enters.

The old man also had a bad temper and didn't tolerate him at all. He scolded him directly: "You are really heartless! The country has tried its best to build a safe world for you, but have you done it wrong?"

The driver retorted: "No matter how good the repairs are, I still only have 1 yuan a month, and I can't afford a house. Besides, when there is no security, people live well!"

"Are you alive?"

The old man's beard was trembling: "Old man, let me tell you! Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were only [-] kilometers of inner city walls in the ancient capital to protect those who were rich and powerful. Ordinary people could only stay outside. I don't know what day it would be like this. Food for the dead!
Until the outer city wall is built, encompassing the entire ancient capital, and military mages patrol it every night, you can have a good sleep without having to worry about the undead coming to your doorstep at night! "

The driver stopped talking back, not because he was enlightened, but because all the passengers were glaring at him.

He even suspected that if he said a few more words, this group of people would join forces and beat him up...

There was silence in the taxi for a while. Only the city wall outside the window stood like a shield in front of the black clouds, like a giant dragon, protecting the people of this city.

Even though these people have become accustomed to it and even dislike complaining, they have been silently guarding it from beginning to end.

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The undead were quite honest tonight, and the taxi arrived in the city without any hindrance.

After finding an apartment hotel to stay and putting his things away, Fang Han did not rest immediately. Instead, he came out alone and walked towards the nearest section of the outer city wall. He planned to find out the situation first.

"What are you doing!" shouted a military mage.

"Mage hunter of the Hunter Alliance!" Fang Han showed his ID. The military mage glanced at it and waved his hand to let him go up the city wall.

Viewed from the inside, the outer city wall looks like a towering iron barrel, locking in the prosperity of the city.

But standing on the city wall is a completely different feeling.

The dark clouds seemed to be within reach, and the wind blowing in front of me was cold and cold, like a ghost blowing on the back of my neck, mixed with the smell of earth and carrion.

The local military mage has a more vivid way of saying it: the smell of death.

Before Fang Han could look further, suddenly, a ray of light flashed across the sky, and someone on the city wall shouted: "Everyone is ready————!"

From the tombs on the wasteland, hands broke out of the ground in horror, and then, abstract-looking undead crawled out, looking around with green eyes.

next second.

Whoa!
All the undead suddenly turned their heads towards the city wall, no longer stumbling in their movements, and actually rushed over at extremely fast speeds! The black bodies look like a group of refugees running towards food from a distance.

But when they get closer and gather together densely, you can see the hanging carrion falling off piece by piece, and the black corpse oil contaminates the ground.

It turned into a rotting flood and crashed into the city wall in waves. Its ferocious face and hungry eyes made countless mages feel their scalps numb!

Although there are obviously no vocal cords, this black tide still sends out waves of terrifying death roars.

(End of this chapter)