Versatile mage: I am lucky

Chapter 101: The souls of the dead have retreated, and you can travel around in your spare time
Several super mages took action together, and Salan was subdued in an instant, but her expression did not panic.

"You can kill me now, I will never resist. However, if I die here, the ancient capital city will be completely hopeless!" Salan said calmly.

"Let me go. I can give you and this city a glimmer of hope. I know the location of the ancient king's tomb."

"We already know the location of the ancient king's tomb. Hunter King Mo Yu is handling this matter, so just kill him." Zhu Meng and Han Ji looked at each other and smiled.

"I major in the psychic system. Let me try first to see if I can read her memory, and then it won't be too late to kill her." Ding Yumian suggested.

"Then just follow what City Lord Ding said and prepare for war later. Salan has been solved, but the disaster of the undead is still hanging over our heads. I hope you can all encourage me."

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The museum is located south of the bell tower. This ancient venue does not store some antiquities and documents, but it proves the glory of Kyushu's thousands of years of magical civilization.

When the disaster comes, the antiquities and documents have been stored in the warehouse in advance. The existence of some things is indeed extremely important, and they must be preserved even if they perish!

The museum is very large. The hall of the museum is like an ancient palace, with a dome as high as fifteen meters and towering columns.

The museum has also become a refuge, and it is densely packed with people. Compared with the coldness and humidity of the streets, this place is simply a paradise for all refugees.

Mo Fan brought Zhang Xiaohou and a group of villagers rescued from the outside here. He was caught off guard by the sudden purple warning in the ancient capital. The continuous heavy rain reminded him of the former Bo City!

"Are you going to go to the front line after you place us?" Su Xiaoluo looked at the expressions of Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou and couldn't help but ask. She was one of the villagers brought back and Zhang Xiaohou's savior.

"After all, we have to do something within our capabilities, and I feel that this disaster is not simple." Mo Fan looked at the bell tower. It was difficult for him to meet the senior officials of the ancient capital. Fortunately, he had already told Senior Sister Ding Yumian about his guess. After that, it depends on how the top management makes the decision.

However, what Mo Fan didn't expect was that as soon as he was about to leave the museum, an unknown person handed him a note and asked him to go to the roof of the museum alone!

Who could it be?
Mo Fan's thoughts were swirling in his mind. He felt that it would probably be the Black Church. As a high-level mage, he would not be able to resist, but if a fight broke out, many people would be affected. He had to find a way to disperse them all to other places.

"Monkey, you go find the guard mage, and I'll see what tricks they use!"

The top of the entire museum is covered with bricks and tiles, with flying eaves and corners, just like a magnificent row palace of the past...

The rainwater hits the top and follows the bricks and tiles to a groove in the corner of the eaves. The groove is like a stream and turns into a small waterfall. It pours from the corner of the faucet to the ground, and just falls into the pond below. , looking from a distance, it looks like four brown dragons lying on the corners of the museum and spitting out water jets!

The museum has turned into a huge shelter, and the place below is overcrowded. Only the eaves of the dome are still clean, but the cold rain keeps falling from the sky, making a crisp sound.

Mo Fan stood on one of the cornices, wearing a large gray raincoat.

From here, he could see the gray inner city that was soaked in rain and filled with people wearing masks.

And looking further into the distance, the majestic black army of the undead is surrounded in the distance, with no end in sight. The small ones are densely packed into black dots, and the huge ones are like giants overlooking the toy-like molded model!

Sitting here, Mo Fan could see the body of the Mountain Corpse towering into the rain clouds, as well as the pair of cold moon-like gazes projected from the clouds.

"Mo Fan, long time no see. How is your father, Mo Jiaxing, doing lately?" A voice came from behind Mo Fan.

Mo Fan slowly turned around and found that there was another person on the roof of the roof. He was also wearing a raincoat, and the drizzle fell on him, vaguely outlining the outline of his tall body.

Under the hood of the raincoat, there is a face with thick eyebrows and beard, but the cheeks are particularly fair and plump. At first glance, he belongs to the kind of pampered middle-aged man.

Mo Fan didn't like this guy from the bottom of his heart. He did so a long time ago. Until this guy took away his property, his dislike escalated to disgust.

But no one would have thought that this person's evil was far more than that, and now he has become the wrath of both humans and gods!

"My dad is living a good life. He has a lot of money to spend. He found me a young and beautiful stepmother, and bought me a few villas to live in. My middle-aged life is considered complete. But I didn't expect you to come looking for me. Do I, Mu Bai, know your identity?" Since Mu He wanted to say it, Mo Fan was willing to follow his words and delay the time, waiting for the guards to arrive to protect the civilians.

"These are not important. What is important is that I need you to send a message to the senior officials of the ancient capital." Mu He said.

"Leave aside whether I can get in touch with the higher-ups, even if I can, do you think I will help you?" Mo Fan laughed.

"Why don't you just surrender yourself if you want to say anything? I'm guaranteed to have professionals interrogate you. Do you still need me to convey it?"

Although he said this, Mo Fan's mind was spinning rapidly. Is this the Black Church trying to negotiate with the Magic Association?
But why? The undead outside the city are watching eagerly, and they don’t know how long this moment of peace will last. The Black Church’s purpose of causing disaster has been achieved...

"Is it possible that your master Sa Long has been caught?" Mo Fan asked. If this is the case, it would be really satisfying!

Mu He's face was ashen, but he did not refute. Just as he was about to say something, the roar of the undead outside the city attracted his attention. It was the corpse of the mountain!

Are the undead finally attacking the city?
A cruel smile appeared on Mu He's face, and his voice was as cold as the wind: "We can't let Lord Salang die. I need you to send a message to your senior brothers and sisters and ask them to tell Han Ji that if Lord Salang is released, we will give him This city has a glimmer of hope... Otherwise, if our Lord Salan dies, the entire city of millions of people will be buried with him, and these people will never survive the next dawn!"

"What a clown, look outside the city again!" Mo Fan sneered, noticing that the guards were coming, he began to prepare magic, and he would not let the Black Vatican's Archdeacon Hu Jin escape!

Mu He turned around and froze on the spot. What did he see...that powerful mountain corpse actually knelt down to a human?
Not only the corpse of the mountain, but also the remaining dead kings also expressed their surrender to him!

"Impossible...this is impossible!"

Mo Yu stood on the back of Haidong Qingshen, looking down at the sea of ​​undead. Jiuyou, one of the eight dead kings, knelt behind him. Although it looked like a slim woman, it was indeed an undead.

"In addition to your dead kings from all directions, how many undead kings are there?" Mo Yu asked. Having controlled the Blood Throne, he will naturally control these undead souls, not to mention that the Nine Nether Queen seems to know him. "I'm telling you, Your Majesty, counting those who have not yet awakened, there are still one hundred and thirty-seven people left, including one hundred and twenty-three orthodox monarchs, thirteen minor monarchs, and one intermediate monarch." Queen Jiuyou said.

"So few?" Mo Yu sighed regretfully. He thought he could directly save enough energy to reach the seventh level of the music system. In this case, forget it and leave these monarchs to conquer Khufu and Hai. Demon.

"Everyone, please retreat. From now on, you are not allowed to enter the realm of the living without permission, but trespassers will be killed. After you return, you can reorganize your armaments. It will take as long as three years or as little as one year. I will lead you to conquer the underworld!"

"As ordered." Jiuyouhou lowered his head and disappeared without a trace.

Mo Yu drove Haidong Qingshen back to the ancient capital. As if he had received some order, the mountain corpse turned around and walked into the distance with long steps.

Every time the mountain corpse takes a step, it makes the sound of the earth shaking, and every time it takes a step, you will see an undead army sinking into the soil inexplicably outside the city.

The dead kings from all directions led the undead tribes they ruled gradually away. No one dared to stay, and no one dared to touch the outer city wall of the ancient capital.

"We survived...we survived!"

"Gone, all gone, there are no undead, not even one!"

Suddenly there was a burst of cheers in the city. The light of dawn was already extremely bright. The dark clouds were still there and the rain was still there. But none of this mattered anymore. As long as the undead army was gone, the city would be saved and they would be alive. Come down!

On the city wall, countless mages were paralyzed on the ground. Facing such a huge undead craze, they were ready to die, but they did not expect that the undead would slowly retreat without attacking.

The figure standing on the condor is simply a god!

On the roof of the museum, Mo Fan has captured Mu He. The eyes of the Hujin Archdeacon are almost protruding from his sockets. At this moment, the whole city is celebrating, but he looks uglier than dead.

If the grand ceremony is gone, then the world he is about to go to is no longer a paradise, and his soul will fall into the same cursed boiler as the black beasts, where he will be ugly, miserable, and enslaved forever!
"no no……!"

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The clouds have dissipated and the dusk rain has stopped. It is now approaching evening, and the sky is dim yellow. If you look at it from a melancholy person, there is no doubt that the sun is setting at this moment, and the scene is depressed everywhere. If you are in a happy mood, what you will see is A poetic, peaceful and harmonious scene.

Ding Yumian didn't have time to think about these things now. She was sitting on a bench in the park, thinking about where she should go with Mo Yu near the ancient capital. She had been practicing stewardship in Jiujiang City for a long time, and she hadn't been with Mo Yu for a while. Yu went on a date alone.

"What are you thinking about? You're so absorbed." Mo Yu came back with hot milk. Ding Yumian felt thirsty, so he went to buy it, but he was a little curious when he saw the involuntary smile on the girl's face.

This is the expression Ding Yumian would show when he was daydreaming about something good. Mo Yu knew her better than he knew himself.

Mo Yu used the head-touching kill on Ding Yumian. The girl obediently rubbed him a few times, squinting her eyes slightly and showing an expression of enjoyment. Her hair is soft and cool, feels very comfortable to the touch, and makes people fall in love with it.

A white scarf and a black trench coat with embroidered patterns on it, which are simple and simple. The rising heat of the hot milk slowly dissipated in the air. Mo Yu's smile was a little hazy in it, but it fit perfectly with the surrounding environment, like a beautiful painting.

"I'm thinking of you!" Ding Yumian held the hot milk and sipped it in small sips. The warmth made her feel very comfortable.

The houses on the street seem to be decorated with reddish gold edges under the reflection of the setting sun, which is beautiful. This is a rare but common phenomenon. Ding Yumian had seen quite a lot of it in his past life.

The breeze blew and the air conditioner turned up. Mo Yu held Ding Yumian's hand and said, "Let's find a warm place to have dinner. We can go shopping around later."

Ding Yumian's hands were white, soft and dry, and Mo Yu felt that she might have the potential to become a hand controller.

Ding Yumian felt another way again. Mo Yu's hands were ice-cold, but not cold. They were white and had clear joints. They had a peculiar texture when holding them, making people not want to let go.

The two of them were walking on the street, and occasionally the evening breeze caressed their faces, bringing a bit of coolness. As mages, although they were not afraid of the coldness, they would not deliberately blow the cold wind.

After eating and drinking, Ding Yumian took Mo Yu to a Taoist temple near the ancient capital. It is said that the owner of the temple is a Taoist priest from Huashan.

Qingyun Temple, an ancient Taoist temple in this land, has undergone many renovations. When you watch it now, you can still feel the weight of history. The heritage it contains is a treasure of human culture.

Because the disaster of the undead has just passed, there are not many people in the Taoist temple. The temple owner is an old man with a Taoist spirit. He always sits in front of the temple and looks at the tourists with a smile. He will also give out gifts to those who are destined to meet him. A self-made amulet.

The blue slate is covered with a layer of water stains, reflecting dazzling light under the lights. The real liveliness here is actually when the tassel tree flowers bloom. The flowers bloom like snow, and the fragrance floats ten miles away. The sky, flowers and water set off each other beautifully. Picture scroll.

This is under the tassel tree, next to it is a stone bridge. Ding Yumian is holding the fortune stick he got from praying in his hand and doesn't want to let go, nor does he want to show it to Mo Yu.

"When the tassel trees bloom, this place will be truly beautiful." Mo Yu didn't know what verse was written on the sign in Ding Yumian's hand, but she seemed quite happy to see it. It should be a good word, so that's it. No need to figure out what it is.

"Want to see it?"

"Of course, but we have to wait until early summer next year..." Ding Yumian felt a little regretful.

"Now, please enjoy." Mo Yu mysteriously covered Ding Yumian's eyes with his hand, and then slowly moved away after a short while.

The flowers are clustered in clusters, the flowers are finely divided, shaped like tassels, and the pleasant fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose. It is truly worthy of the name of "elegant tassel tree, fragrant as snow on earth".

Under the cold wind at night, the fringe trees budded and blossomed, and it was hard to tell whether the snow or the fringe tree flowers flying all over the sky was the snow.

Tonight evening, see this good man?
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　I plan to write two more chapters
　　
　
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