580 Forced to Join (2/2)
Yao Nan was fairly reputable among the Hunters, thus they were more than willing to be placed under his command. The number of Hunters was the highest, but when the remaining students, people from the Magic Associations, and other factions learned that Yao Nan was an Advanced Magician, no one had any objections.
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Mo Fan had to say, it was his first time being involved in a war...
The wars here no longer involved killing between humans for personal gains and benefits, but wars between the dead and the living. It had been the same for a few thousand years!
When Zhan Kong asked Mo Fan to join the army, he had always rejected the offer.
He was not a fan of war, not because he did not want to protect the people behind the walls, but he did not like the sense of being miniscule… even when as an Intermediate Magician, he was playing a very minor role in the fight.
There were more than two hundred Intermediate Magicians involved in the operation. Even with his Double Innate Element, having him in the war would not make any difference. He was not the only factor deciding the outcome of the war, yet there was a high risk that he would be killed in it!
A situation that Mo Fan had no control over… it was something he really disliked!
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Lumps of black clouds connected to the vast land ruled by the undead in the distance, the same direction the pitch-black figure was approaching the walls from. It was the same sight that Mo Fan had seen before: the creature had undead like surging tides around it, like angry mobs consisting of starving, homeless civilians usurping their ruler under the lead of a new leader, just so they could live inside the warm, cozy walls!
The longer the Dark Abyss lasted, the stronger the hatred and presence of death it would produce, so strong that some of the zombies, skeletons, and phantoms would evolve earlier than expected. The undead Officials that were supposed to sleep for another ten to hundred years would also open their coffins and show up in this icy world.
The undead were stricter when it came to ranks. The higher-leveled ones could command the low-leveled ones however they wanted, as the low-leveled undead simply had no brains, nor any goals. If there was a voice guiding them, they were than willing to obey, with no fear of death, only thirst and hunger driving them toward the living things!
A stronger hatred would gather a higher number of undead, hence resulting in a stronger presence of death. Even the humans standing on the walls tens of kilometers away could smell the stench of rotting flesh sweeping toward them like a sea breeze.
Thunderous cries came endlessly from the distance. At the start, they were only strong enough to make the walls shudder slightly, but as time passed, the roars became deafening, feeling like they were going to break one's eardrums. When trying to express your fear to the companion standing beside you, there was a chance that they could not even hear you!
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The magnificent tower stood right at the center of the northern walls, over two hundred Intermediate Level or above Magicians gathered there.
After giving the order, with Councilman Zhu Meng, Commander Lu Xu, Chief Military Instructor Fei Jiao, and Senior Hunter Du Xiao in the lead, the group of Magicians left that perfect line of defense against the undead and charged toward the pitch-black figure bringing fear to humanity.
Unlike Mo Fan, who was simply scared of dying, many Magicians that strove for glory were already imagining themselves being rewarded greatly after securing the battle's victory. They could tell their friends that they had taken part in a war against a Ruler-level creature!
A war to kill a Ruler-level creature...
If the Magician were lower than that, they would even share the news to earn some complimentary comments from their friends.