Chapter 110 Purple Has a Lot of Charm

Purple light, shining in the whole city.

My sister said that purple is very charming, but unfortunately, this purple light, in this world, means the death of a city.

Purple alert means that even mages can hardly resist and can only retreat to the barrier of the inner city.

Outside the east city wall, the overwhelming undead have completely surged up. Although most of them are low-level undead, a high-level magic can kill dozens or hundreds of them, but this number is not even a drop in the bucket for the undead army.

This sea of ​​tens of thousands of undead makes super-class mages scalp numb, not to mention that there are commanders among the undead, and even monarchs.

Yes, there is also a dead king outside the east city wall. He is also one of the eight dead kings, the commander of thousands of skeletons, the Red Skull Demon Lord.

When it appeared, several super-class mages who came to lock it with their breath and warned it not to cross the line.

The monarch-level undead never have the habit of leading the way. They prefer to use those endless low-level undead as pioneers, trying to use the number of their subordinates to consume the magic power of human mages.

Anyway, these brainless low-level undead are like leeks. Once they die, they will grow again soon. And the less magic power a human super-level mage has, the greater his chance of winning.

But I'm sorry, Bai Hua is never afraid of consumption. He takes all these low-level undead. Anyway, the Red Skull Demon Lord can't suddenly kill him from dozens of kilometers away, and he can still brush for a while.

When Asha Xinya was at a high level, she dared to go to see the Emperor Black Dragon with a space scroll. Why would he, who also has a space scroll, be afraid of a great monarch?

Therefore, Bai Hua can still hang around for a while. Anyway, he did not choose to stay in the north wall at the forefront of the incident, but the east wall closest to the inner city, so it is relatively easy to leave. The biggest price of a rollover is undoubtedly the waste of a life-saving prop.

"The purple alert has been sounded. You go first. I'll stay here for a while." Bai Hua found the breath of many super-class mages in his perception. In order to deter the dead king and boost morale, they did not hide their intentions at all. Although these people only target the dead king, Bai Hua is really not afraid of him except the dead king.

"Aren't you leaving?" The mages who had been detoxified have woken up, but they can't stay on the city wall.

"Someone has to help buy time." Get out of here, don't bother me making money. How could Bai Hua, the old sixth, sacrifice himself for others? These people are not Lingling and the others.

Bai Hua's idea is very simple. Since Saran wants them to die, he wants them to live. Of course, it has nothing to do with him how many people can survive in the future. He paid off what he owed these people at the moment of detoxification.

Yun Ge: "So, senior is really arrogant..." Yun Ge, who likes to talk nonsense, was locked up by Bai Hua back to the undead space. In such a battlefield, she, a great general, can't play a big role.

"Then, see you in the inner city." The mages didn't say anything, but judging from their expressions, they probably thought Bai Hua was the kind of person who would sacrifice his life for justice.

Now it's time to escape, and the tug-of-war like in a TV series, "Go!" "No, I won't go!", is a waste of opportunities that others have fought for with their lives.

On the city wall, the words "see you in the inner city" kept ringing, and many mages also stayed silently to buy time for others.

Escape is actually a life-or-death struggle. But staying is a sure death.

"Why do so many people want to stay? Forget it, I'll take care of this section of the city wall, and you go guard the two sides." Bai Hua sighed, why is it that every time he faces disaster and death, there are always people who make him feel that human nature is good?

However, which one is more important, the people of a city or the people of a country?

He was thinking too far ahead. He was just a high-level mage now, and even defending a city was a dream.

The outer wall of the ancient capital is still too long. The forbidden spell dare not say that he can defend one side of the wall alone. Even the forbidden spell dare not make this guarantee. He can't do it either, so set a small goal and defend one-third alone?

"Second Battalion Commander, bring up your Italian cannon" Bai Hua fully demonstrated his strategic side. The coconut cannons that had been prepared for half a night began to pour out firepower in turn. The battlefield of the undead instantly became the battlefield of Syria.

Even in the face of the overwhelming sea of ​​undead, no undead can get close to the wall in a short time.

If Bai Hua could withstand the output of a mid-level mage group before, then now it is a high-level mage group, and the treatment that the green-scaled poisonous python received before is no more than that.

There is no difference between war generals and slaves for him. Under the cannon, all beings are equal. I don't know how many undead have returned to the cemetery to read the bar under the bombardment of artillery fire. No, these undead whose residual souls have been collected don't even have the opportunity to go back to read the bar.

Even a few commander-level undeads that were mixed in and tried to take advantage of the situation to destroy the city wall, after withstanding the bombardment of artillery fire, were turned into ashes in the thundercloud that was like a heavenly calamity.

Unfortunately, the consumption of coconut cannons is very high. If they rely on their self-recovered magic power to reload, a round of cooling will take five minutes, and the shrapnel shells will take ten minutes.

Bai Hua can assist in reloading and fire one shot per minute, but his magic power will be exhausted after a few shots. So he can only carry out precision strikes and cannot provide real firepower coverage.

First, relying on the magic energy accumulated in advance to bombard in turns, coupled with the blocking of high nuts and the continuous output of other plants to delay the reloading time, Bai Hua fired about four rounds of artillery fire. The fifth round of reloading should not last, but this also means that Bai Hua has blocked the army of undead for more than fifteen minutes.

In these short fifteen minutes, the number of undead killed by Bai Hua directly exceeded five digits, and even the seemingly endless tide of undead had several small faults.

For those who fled to the inner city, these fifteen minutes were undoubtedly the difference between life and death.

"It's a pity that sunflowers can't directly replenish magic for plants. Forget it, save your strength and go to the evil abyss for a while." Bai Hua gave up the idea of ​​continuing to support.

It's not that he couldn't hold on, but that others couldn't hold on. The wall was too long. He defended about one-third of the length alone, but many undead on both sides had already solved the remaining mages and entered the city. There was no point in dragging it on.

Let the potato mine and the clown zombie come with a wave of explosions to cover the rear. The coconut cannon was too heavy for the zombies to carry. Bai Hua could only let the zombies take away most of the electric blueberries, and then he set off for the inner city.

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On the streets of the North City, countless flesh mounds were thrown into the city by the mountain corpses like cannonballs. What was even more terrifying was that these flesh mounds were like transport ships, with hundreds of undead hidden in their bodies. The entire North City fell in an instant under the undead falling from the sky.

The Royal Guard Mage Corps was being ordered to defeat these commander-level flesh mounds. These people were already considered good players among high-level mages, but they still needed a team of three to defeat these flesh mounds. Some people were even injured and killed from time to time.

On the other side, Bai Hua was strolling in the sea of ​​undead as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.

The surrounding undead subconsciously avoided him, or rather, avoided the garlic held by the zombie next to him.

It was not easy for a commander undead to ignore the dispersal effect of garlic, but it was a pity that it was unfortunate, and the lightning that fell from the sky would give it another death.

When Bai Hua arrived at the edge of the inner city, he was covered in dust from the explosion, and he looked as if he had never participated in the battle.

Everyone in the inner city was in a sad atmosphere, and many people were even crying.

This was a life-and-death race with the undead, and not everyone had the ability to fight against the undead of the same level. Not to mention now, even if ordinary people were counted, the number of undead was far greater than that of the living.

In this disaster, more people died than the living.

"He is a hero, he is still so young, if it weren't for saving us, he would definitely have survived, woo woo... shit!" After discovering that the sound of fighting on the east wall had stopped, several students who had escaped from the east wall were crying, and when they saw Bai Hua, they were like seeing a ghost.

"Shit, you are still alive?" A student who looked a little stunned said directly.

"Otherwise I would have become a undead?" Bai Hua rolled his eyes. After all, he saved this group of people, twice. Is it so rude to speak?