She made some gestures with her hands, and then made a request rather shyly.
"That ancient feather coat. Although some people once speculated that it was an ultra-ancient powerful magic weapon, it is no longer possible to revive it. Even repairing its appearance is difficult to do. What is the use of it? "I didn't expect Han Ji to really know this thing.
"Ahem. Didn't I see the restoration picture of it and I was amazed. I have been thinking about whether it can be restored." Mo Yinge said embarrassedly.
Han Ji understood that after all, girls like beautiful things.
"I can't agree to this casually. After all, it is a treasure treasured in our ancient capital. But after all, you helped us get rid of an undead monarch." Han Ji said with some embarrassment.
Mo Yingge was also very thoughtful and immediately understood what Han Ji meant.
No matter how precious a cultural relic is, it cannot compare to the safety of this city. Han Ji is sure that she really wants it and is waiting for a price. What he means is very simple. Your contribution is great, but there is still a little left to be desired. If you can stay and make some contribution, I'm sure I'll give you something!
This put Mo Yingge in a bit of a dilemma. At another time, she would have been more than happy to stay. As a mage, she didn't want to sit idly by, but in two days the final interview stage for national nomination would be held. If she couldn't make it back, Mo Fan would be gone. How to participate in the World University Competition.
Even if he has four votes for nomination, it is only an unofficial decision. To be truly confirmed, you still have to go through the process. If you don't go through the process, someone will definitely try their best to get you out.
Mo Yingge: Tangled
Han Ji found it interesting to see Mo Yinge's troubled look, but he didn't say anything more, shook his head and left.
The ancient capital was very large, and there were too many things that required his attention in all aspects.
"Forget it, forget it, what are you thinking about? If you have this time, you might as well kill a few more undead and let's go wild tonight!" It was useless to think too much. Mo Yinge was almost rested at the moment, and he made a beautiful turn and leap. Go down the city wall.
Now that we have arrived in the ancient capital, there is no excuse for not killing the undead overnight. Mo Yinge no longer uses super-level magic, but only uses the other three high-level systems to cast spells in turn.
I have to say that light magic is really powerful against the undead. A single beam of light can clear away hundreds of black carrion corpses with your eyes closed.
She was guarding not far from Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou. The northern city wall should be safe for the time being.
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"What a bunch of wine bags and rice bags!" The sound of breaking tea bowls was heard, and a roar echoed in the teahouse.
"Sir, please calm down. It's true that we didn't expect that a super-level mage would appear, and we didn't dare to do anything again in the future," the teahouse owner said in a submissive voice.
"Hmph, I shouldn't have let Mo Yingge awaken her magic in the first place. I didn't expect that she would come here regardless of her brother's future in the country. She really values love and justice!"
This is the voice of a middle-aged man. If there are people from Bo City, they will definitely recognize who this person is.
Mu He sneered: "Now that you are here, don't leave. Give me my order and don't look for their magic for the time being. When the sun rises, this city will fall into complete despair!"
The owner of the tea house repeatedly said yes. Even if he didn't say it, no one would dare to trouble a super-level mage. Although the ancient capital has gathered almost all the deacons in blue, how can high-level mages compare with super-level mages? What's more, Mo Yingge is no ordinary super mage.
"But Archdeacon, Huacun's share of the Kunjing water is also missing. It would be fine if Fang Gu took it away, but it would be troublesome if it was taken away by that Mo Yingge."
"Huh, what a bunch of trash!" Mu He slapped him and broke the valuable table into pieces.
"So what if they get it? We have the Nine Nether Dew prepared from Liufen well water in our hands. Even if they find some key points, they won't be able to survive for a while. Maybe there will be a group of more people who will die and wait until the evil abyss. When it comes, the entire ancient capital will become an altar for Lord Salan to be enshrined as a god!!"
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"My great Mofan has thunder in his left hand and fire in his right hand. Even if I encounter a commander-level undead, how can I really have it?!"
Mo Fan teamed up with his friends to fight monsters and level up. He was also a talkative person, and he was talking nonsense. When he turned around, he saw a huge corpse like a mountain of flesh walking towards this side.
"Sister, save me!!!" Mo Fan was so frightened that he shouted loudly.
He is just a new high-level person who has not even completed the control of the Thunder Galaxy. How can he be the leader? Get a hammer and hit it!
"The light is falling!"
The belated arrival of the white-gold holy light sent chills to the corpse. It is worth mentioning that when the arrow of light falls on the demon, it does not cause a penetrating wound, but a very strong burn. The erosion effect seems to be inserted on top, but in fact the front part melts the attack target.
Light magic is the best at restraining ghosts like the undead. When Mo Yingge's light hits the corpse, it will lose a piece of flesh and a layer of skin. Thousands of light arrows will hit it. It's so spicy. A corpse minister disappeared immediately!
But in this way, Mo Fan could only watch a commander-level remnant soul slowly dissipate in front of his eyes.
"I'm going to kill those powerful commanders, please protect yourselves!"
Mo Yingge looked at the regrouping tide of undead corpses and couldn't help but frown slightly. After a while, the gap she had made several kilometers before seemed to be completely submerged.
"Okay, go ahead and deal with those commanders, and our pressure will be much less!" Mo Fan was still sensible.
Unlike Zhu Meng and the people who defend the city, they cannot be quick and only release key magic in critical moments. The magic energy must be reserved and used sparingly in case of emergencies, and they don't know what to do yet. Hold on for a few days, m. You look very handsome when you release magic, but it is also very slow to restore magic energy through meditation!
Mo Yingge was very squandering magic energy, and he didn't feel any pain when using magic.
As soon as the wind magic cuts a large area, the undead fall down one by one like wheat; the light magic keeps flashing, and the high-level galaxy is about to dry up; as soon as the soul song is played, the fragile souls of these undead directly ascend to the sky, It belongs to saving "all sentient beings".
I have to say that the undead, especially the low-level undead, are really not ordinary weaklings. Although the number is unimaginable, they are not afraid of pain, have no weaknesses, and are not afraid of death. But for a super-level powerhouse like Mo Yingge, To put it bluntly, it is simply vulnerable!
At the end of the night, Mo Yinge didn't know how many thousands or tens of thousands of undead he had killed. This kind of pleasure like mowing grass could not be experienced in other places!
Wish book friends long and healthy life!
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