Versatile Mage

The north gate, the crowd is as fine as the sand, and it is very slow to squeeze into the city gate, but the black frenzy has already swallowed it.

Hundreds of people, thousands of people, over 10,000 people, every corner is playing a death, the real doomsday destruction sweeps! ! !

In the past, people standing on the wall can see a whole city full of flowers, although the main color is not as bright and luxurious as the north, the historical rhyme is always more fascinating, like a brick and a tile. There is a little touching story...

At this moment, the black storms of the sky are all composed of a dead soul, and the real doomsday scene is shrouded in the heavens and the earth, turning life and architecture into nothing! !

Cry, shout, flooded in the cold air, exhausted!

The corpse, the ghost, the bones are like a tsunami, the earth and the building collapse, the sky and the clouds are eclipsed!

There are still a lot of people who have not evacuated. Just look at the tears of the inner city and the desperate cry of the whole man. You can know that there are countless...

The whole inner city gradually became dead.

There is no strength to condemn, and there is no need to ask for it. The greatness of the catastrophe is enough to suppress all the bones, questions, and screams!

This is the day when the city is going to die, the city is ruined and dead, just like extinction!

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All the people on the road, the metal vehicles are not allowed to occupy a little bit of place, curled up and curled up, weeping and crying, people buried in the head are everywhere, I do not know whether to wait for the next death sentence or to pray in peace.

The so-called multi-mouth is nowhere at the moment, and most of the souls have been annihilated by catastrophe, leaving a shell empty.

Tears are more rainy than cold, and my heart is better than winter. Who will care about the gains and losses, who will care about comfort or a little crowd, anyway, everyone will not escape the end of the ocean, or everyone has fallen into it. A country of death, the most terrible humanity seems humble and small.

Stepping through the crowded road, the shuttle is in the densely smashed street, Zhang Xiaohou keeps taking a deep breath, holding his fist tightly.

Really incompetent, I am really incompetent!

It was obvious early on that the people of the Black Holy See had planned something near the ancient capital. Why didn’t they think that they would roll up such a disaster!

What is even more incompetent is that he clearly heard the voice of the deacon of Hujin, why he couldn’t remember who he really was! !

Early to eradicate the Black Holy See, this disaster can be avoided.

The people who are full of streets, regardless of gender, regardless of the age of young and old, are all tightly squatting, and they are sluggish after the rest of their lives, not only because the end of the catastrophe surrounded this small inner city, but also made them lose their lives. The hope is that most of the urban areas that were engulfed have their loved ones and friends.

For many people, even if a close relative is leaving, it is already the end of the world, not to mention that the world alone left him alone.

"What's wrong?" Su Xiaoluo saw Zhang Xiaohou's eyes red, and hurriedly asked.

Zhang Xiaohou wiped his wet eyes and breathed a breath of sorrowful air. "When I graduated from high school, I told myself that when Bocheng’s blood flowed into the river, I would never let this happen again. I will make myself stronger and stronger enough to destroy everything that brings unfortunate sin... But after so many years, the same thing happened again, more dead, and the sacrificial mage does not count The number, and I still can't do anything like before, just watch it, just look like a waste."

Small, this is something that makes Zhang Xiaohou disgusted with the bone marrow.

The inner city wrapped in this golden enchantment can't last too long, and it won't take long for him to watch the people around him die...

This feeling he has already experienced, really life is not as good as death, he can not afford the second time.

He wants to do something, see the refugees in the city, he just wants to do something, far better than so humble waiting for the arrival of death.

"Don't be too self-blaming. It is the Black Church. It's too sick and insidious. You don't have to do anything. At least you know that one of the conspirators behind this plot is hidden in your Bocheng people, waiting for Mo Fan. Find the few of your classmates, maybe you can get out of the Hujin Deacon." Su Xiaoluo comforted him.

As soon as he spoke, Su Xiaoluo found several people in the crowd rushing over here, and Mofan was wearing black clothes.

"Mo Fan, we are here!" Su Xiaoluo immediately raised his hand.

Mo Fan led Mu Bai, Zhou Min, Zhao Kun three, Wang San fat four people came over, glanced at the square that did not leave, see Zhang Xiaohou's eyes a little red, bitter smile.

Mu Bai and other people's faces are equally ugly. They have witnessed this scene. I thought that these have become the past, but I have not thought that even more terrible bad news has just arrived.

"I have already told the four of them, monkeys, they will read the people they know, you will do the elimination... Anyway, find out the Hujin Deacon as soon as possible, and then immediately notify Mr. Zhu Meng to let them take action. Mofan said to Zhang Xiaohou.

Zhang Xiaohou nodded and looked awkward.

Mu Bai, Zhou Min, Zhao Kun, and Wang San fat were equally dignified. When Mo Fan told them the news, they also took a long time to calm down.

"I will talk about it first. Among the people I know, the Master should have Lin Yuxin and Deng Kai. Lin Yuxin I haven't seen her for some years. When I first came to the ancient capital, she took care of me." Zhou Min said.

"Lin Yuxin, is she also in Bocheng?" Mo Fan was surprised.

When I mentioned this name, Mo Fan’s mind showed a woman wearing a white uniform with a beautiful face but a self-contained condensed eyebrow.

I thought that it was Lin Yuxin who gave him the holy spring, and he must protect this precious Bocheng spring. Bocheng can survive, and she is also indispensable!

"Lin Yuxin can't be the person of the Black Holy See." Mo Fan said with certainty.

"Deng Kai?" Mu Bai asked.

Deng Kai is the top of the Hunter League. He was also very hard to protect Bocheng.

After the death of President Zhu, Deng Kailai was appointed as the headmaster of Tianzhu Magic High School. Later, Bocheng became a military resident. Tianzhu Magic High School also became a small military school. Deng Kai, although other Bocheng people arrived in the ancient capital .

"Deng Kai's voice is quite special, I still have the impression, it should not be." Zhang Xiaohou shook his head.

"Mu Bai, you say, you should have seen the most people." Mo Fan said.

Mu Bai pondered for a while, had something to say, but he did not know how to open his mouth.

"Mu Bai, what are you doing? It’s time... Don’t you want to find out the people of the Black Holy See, don’t forget that the hometown of all of us has been ruined by them, and this hatred must be reported anyway!” Zhou Min shouted!