615 White Ants Fighting to Stay Alive (1/2)
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The guy could transmit his voice, but how was Mo Fan going to respond back?
Would they have to take out their phones, open up WeChat and shake at the same time to add each other as friends? Perhaps the Advanced Wind Magician in the purple outfit could tell Mo Fan his phone number...
The truth was, either way was terrible. The demon creatures were extremely sensitive toward any form of signal. Even sending someone an emoji would simply give the demon creatures nearby a GPS coordinate, urging them to rush toward the signal.
”We have four Intermediate Magicians, two Basic Magicians and five civilians, but one of us is trying to gather the people nearby,” Mo Fan had no clue how to respond. He simply mumbled to himself, not sure if the Advanced Magician could hear him.
Mo Fan had guessed right. The Magician soon responded.
”Try and gather as many people as you can. My other two comrades and I will handle the Flesh Mound Corpse Official, so you can take hold of the opportunity to cross the street together with the others… Make sure you have enough Intermediate Magicians, as we'll have to focus on dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official, you will have to deal with the Servant-class and Warrior-level undead on your own,” said the Magician in the purple robe.
”Not a problem, I'll immediately bring the message back, and gather the people here to cross the street,” replied Mo Fan.
”Thanks, if someone is hesitating, tell them that we are the Imperial Magicians. My name is Zuo Feng, I hope they won't miss this chance to escape!” said the Magician.
”Imperial Magicians… oh, ok!”
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Mo Fan immediately returned to the place everyone was hiding at. To Mo Fan's astonishment, there were less than ten people when he left, but the room was now filled with people. There were forty to fifty more people!
Mo Fan had to admit that he was impressed by Shorty's ability to gather people. He had managed to convince four or five groups of people to join them. On top of that, most of the people were Magicians, only twenty of them were civilians!
Obviously, Shorty had purposely recruited groups with more Magicians. Based on Mo Fan's understanding, Shorty was not the kind of person that would do a good deed.
The civilians would easily become a burden if there were too many of them. Indeed, Shorty never assumed himself to be a righteous Magician with the obligation to save everyone's life.
”Someone who referred to himself as an Imperial Magician is on the other side of the street. He is asking us to gather as many people as we can and make our way across the street while they are dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official,” Mo Fan informed the crowd inside the room.
”Imperial Magicians, they are here. We're saved!” yelled a middle-aged Magician with a beanie in relief.
”Awesome, it seems like the Imperial Magicians are finally making their moves. I told you not to give up!” said a Battlemaga with thick makeup.
”With the Imperial Magicians clearing a path for us, we should be able to make it safely...”
”No no no, listen to me, the Imperial Magicians will handle the Corpse Official, but they have no time to handle the undead on the street. We'll have to face them on our own,” repeated Mo Fan grimly.
”No way, aren't they here to save us?” One of the teenage girls started sobbing.