Chapter 76. A Journey to the Ancient Capital, The Land of the Dead
After leaving the apartment, Mo Fan immediately boarded a plane and flew directly to the ancient capital.
At this moment, he had something on his mind that he had to accomplish: to obtain the sacred spring water hidden in the wells of several ancient royal descendants.
These sacred springs may not have abundant energy, but they are crucial nutrients for the Azure Dragon Pendant.
In Mo Fan's view, those villages would be destroyed by the Holy See sooner or later, and it would be better for him to benefit from the precious energy of the Earthly Holy Spring rather than let the Holy See waste it.
He had also thought that it would be great if he could find the location of that mysterious island, where the sacred spring was said to be extremely rich in energy.
However, Mo Fan also knew in his heart that the reason why the person was living in seclusion was that they were not easy to find.
If you can't find this place, forget about finding the second one.
It's not a village, and there's no exact location, but you can find it if you ask.
On the other hand, even setting aside the question of whether he could find it at all, even if he did find the island by chance, with his current strength, he simply wouldn't be able to compete with others for it.
Fortunately, the sacred springs in Weiju Village are not particularly conspicuous, and the village does not receive outsiders, so very few monks come and go. Therefore, so far, no one has discovered the secrets hidden in these wells.
Even the older generation of villagers knew nothing about it.
The ancient capital is like a "battle city" that has witnessed many vicissitudes.
Countless dynasties rose and fell here, and countless soldiers' souls are forever buried beneath this yellow sand!
As the sun rises in the east, all things in the world seem to be awakened, presenting a vibrant scene everywhere.
However, as the sun slowly sank below the horizon, all the spirits seemed to break free from some kind of restraint and began to revel. They couldn't wait to throw off the soil, shrouds, and coffin lids that covered them, and sang their own night in the darkness.
Tomb, imperial mausoleum, burial pit, terracotta warriors...
Although there are no signs of impending catastrophe in the ancient capital, the war between humans and the undead has never ceased.
Every night, hordes of the undead attempt to storm the city.
Although the number of undead was large, they were unable to break through the ancient capital's defenses, not even the outer city walls.
This is all because the ancient capital was extremely well-defended, like an impregnable fortress.
After arriving in the ancient capital, Mo Fan's first priority was to find a way to buy grey garlic.
Fortunately, Zhao Manyan didn't use the money to hire young models; otherwise, Mo Fan would probably have had to find a way to make money as soon as he arrived.
Although grey garlic is precious, it is not entirely unavailable.
Mo Fan spent several thousand yuan to finally obtain more than ten pieces of gray garlic.
After getting the garlic, he bought a map.
Seeing that it was getting late, Mo Fan decided to wait until the next day to set off.
At night, at the outer city wall's defensive line.
Mo Fan knew that he was going to enter the territory of the undead alone this time, and that mind magic had no effect on the undead.
Therefore, he felt it was necessary for him to first understand the situation of the dead.
As the sun sets, the earth soon begins to undulate as if it were alive.
As night fell completely, it was clear that large numbers of rotting corpses were crawling out of the ground in the distance!
They were grotesque and ferocious, each one looking menacing, their scarlet, empty eyes fixed on the humans on the city wall.
"Ugh~~"
"Ughhhhh!!!"
Soon, howls echoed through the air.
Although the number of these undead is quite considerable, they are mostly servants and therefore pose relatively little threat.
Not to mention that under the combined attack of a group of mages, they couldn't even get close to the city wall. Even if a few managed to slip through the net and get close to the city wall, the negligible destructive power of the servant-level undead was not enough to shake the city wall in the slightest.
The mages on the city wall were performing their duties. A large number of fire mages cast basic fire spells, which, after being layered, caused the flames to burn fiercely, forming a sea of fire.
Some groups of lightning mages used lightning seals, and bolts of lightning crashed down like angry dragons.
Under the powerful magical onslaught of the mages, the numerous undead were being decimated at an alarming rate, falling like wheat being harvested.
This battle was like a movie playing on a loop, with the same scenes repeating every day.
The only difference was that the undead seemed to be pouring out endlessly from an endless abyss, seemingly never to be killed.
In this desperate battle environment, the only thing to be thankful for is the faint sense of security provided by the sturdy and towering city walls.
It was like a solid barrier, temporarily keeping the danger out, giving the guardian mages a place to rely on and catch their breath amidst the bloodshed and terror, even if that reliance seemed so fragile under the seemingly endless onslaught of the undead.
Mo Fan didn't stay there for long; after looking around for a while, he left and headed towards the Ancient Capital Hotel.
The howling of the dead outside continued without ceasing until late at night.
But it's clear that the people of the ancient capital have completely adapted; they're resting and don't care about these things at all.
The wind blew in early morning, carrying a strange smell, but for some reason, once the sun shone on the earth, the smell disappeared, as if the commotion of last night had never happened.
After leaving the outer city wall, Mo Fan headed towards the dangerous village according to the map.
The south side faces the Qinling Mountains. Whether you fly or drive, you're not giving the Qinling demons any face. So, if you're going south, there are basically no cars or similar vehicles; you have to walk the whole way.
As a mage, even when walking, one can move at an extremely fast speed.
Before they knew it, the sky gradually darkened. When it got dark, Mo Fan was still quite a distance away from Yang Village, the first stop.
At this moment, he ate the gray garlic without any hesitation.
This is the time when the undead appear. At this time, even if you are strong, you absolutely cannot get through by fighting.
Because you don't think this is a large tomb.
You should know that if you step into a large tomb, you will be besieged by a group of undead.
Even though Mo Fan was quite strong, he didn't want to be surrounded and attacked.
It's still night, and the excessive killing will likely awaken even stronger corpses with the stench of blood, which would only create unnecessary trouble for us.
Although gray garlic is hard to eat, its effects are undeniable. After eating gray garlic, even if he walked through a horde of corpses, the undead showed no reaction whatsoever, as if they hadn't seen him at all. Or rather, they simply treated him as one of their own.