End of the Magic Era

Then, it's a "bang” crisp sound...

The hall became quiet for a moment. Time seemed to have solidified. Ryan, holding on to the staff, was just a young magician with a stubborn look in front of him, and his eyes filled with incredible divinity...

Was that, like, a slap?

As if to prove it wasn't a hallucination, Ryan just had this idea in his head, and another crisp sound rang in the lobby.

Another slap, that new group of shopkeepers are staring at it, no...

“Before you wake up, go back to bed and run to gold-plated roses to say something about dreams. Can you afford to delay my business...” Lin Yun whispered after two slaps.

The gap between the magician and the archmage is indeed insurmountable. Even Lin Yun cannot overcome this gap, but the spell is different. Lin Yun has at least a dozen ways to restrain blood vines.

In the Northender world, 30,000 years later, Lin Yun even fought against the real abyss of blood-sucking vines, what could a copy of the district magic be?

Lin Yun doesn't even need to consume magic, throw out a fire of hell, and burn this evil vine from the abyss clean. You know, the fire of hell is born to suck blood vine grass star, just a little, can make the ocean like blood sucking vine to ash.

Originally, the fire of hell was just extracted from a stone by Lin Yun a few days ago. It was intended to be used to formulate a psychotropic agent. As a result, Ryan used blood vine technique and had to be consumed in advance...

When you think of this, Lin Yun is angry. You say you should start out for Mason. You have to talk to me about the dignity of the Mongi family. Is the dignity of the Mongi family worth a little of my fire?

At this point, Ryan was completely slapped in the face, or scared to death.

Until now, Ryan couldn't believe that he had been slapped twice hard by a magician. This happened so suddenly and so unexpectedly that Ryan even forgot to fight back. He stood there so stubbornly, his eyes filled with confusion and confusion.

Why...

Didn't you say that after the archmage broke free from the magic whirlpool, the power exceeded the magician ten times a hundred times? Didn't you say that there was a gap between the magician and the archmage that could never be crossed? Why was the other party clearly a magician, but he could completely ignore his own blood vine technique? Why didn't the other party even carry out the magic, just two slaps on his face?

There are countless reasons in Ryan's mind why he's circling around, but he can't find a rational explanation, let alone an rational explanation, not even an excuse to comfort himself.

This is no longer something that can be solved under the pretext of "carelessness" or “carelessness"...

If an elephant is careless, could it be turned over by an ant?

The hall was quiet again, Ryan stood there, angry and confused, he wanted to do the blood vine again, to prove that the divide could not be crossed, but the myriad reasons in his brain kept reminding him not to impulse.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the lobby became strange...

However, this bizarre atmosphere did not last long, as someone pushed in again.

“Congratulations, Master Merlin...” This time, Salman's only disciple, Solon.

In Solon's capacity, the reopening of the gold-plated rose is unworthy of personal congratulations. You should know that Solon is not only Saluman's only disciple, but also the successor to the Wise Tall Tower of the Wisdom Master Chin's point. Sooner or later, he will sit in the position of president of the Society of Mages. He represents not only himself, but also the face of Saluman and even the Wise Tall Tower.

Even if he wanted to come himself, he had to take into account all reactions.

But today is really a bit special...

Yesterday, after a conversation with Salman in the guest room, Solon decided to have a good conversation with the young magician the next day, so Solon waited in the library early this morning, and this waited for one morning, left and right, and couldn't wait for the young magician to arrive.

At the end of the day, I was really impatient to wait. I asked someone to go out and check it out, so I knew that the gold-plated rose was reopening today, and the young magician could not come today.

Solon quit now, I still have so many questions, how can you not come?

Never mind, why don't you go on your own.

So Solon took two scrolls as a gift at the Sage Tower and rushed to the gold-plated rose.

As soon as I entered the door, Solon felt that his brain was a little short...

“This… what is the situation? ”

The young magician, whose face is swollen on both sides, isn't he the eldest son of the Munchies, the great magician from the Grey Tower, Ryan?

How did he get so messed up? Both sides were blue and swollen. Did someone slap him?

It's unlikely, isn't it? Who has the ability to slap an archmage besides the troika? No, no, no. This must be some kind of ritual I don't know about!

But why did Archmage Ryan look so strange? Was he really slapped twice?

By the way, is it too arrogant for a young magician named Mafa Merlin to stand in front of an archmage and laugh so easily?

As soon as I entered the door, I saw such a strange scene. Thoron really regretted it. What are you doing here at the end of the day? This sword drawn crossbow atmosphere doesn't seem to mean anything by angry wealth...

“Uh...” Thoron swallowed a bit of a hard spit, which broke the impasse with a stiff scalp: “Master Ryan, what a coincidence, it's been a long time since you've seen this, you're still in the mood. ”

“...” Thoron was supposed to be just a kind word, but that's not what happened in Ryan's ear. At this time, Ryan really wanted to swear, * * he wouldn't speak. My face was swollen by two slaps, and there was an eggplant?

“Ah, Master Ryan, that's not what I meant...” Thoron said, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, panicked and wanted to fix it, but didn't know what to say.

“Nothing.” Ryan took a deep breath and took the opportunity to show up at Solon, and Ryan finally recovered some of his lost reason.

As the whole person calmed down, the confusion and confusion on Ryan's face slowly disappeared, previously because everything came too suddenly, without preparation, by a magician to easily break the blood vine technique, again by two slaps on his face, leaving Ryan a little out of control.

But after all, Ryan was a genius of the advanced archmage before the age of thirty. After gradually calming down, it was easy to figure it out. The other party only caught the flaws of blood vine technique, not that it was strong enough to ignore the huge gap between the magician and the archmage.

With this awareness, Ryan's mood has finally calmed down, and as long as the gap persists, I will find all of this sooner or later.

I just can't today...

Because Solon's here.

Thoron himself is the archmage, but also the hands-on disciple of Saluman the Wise Master. His arrival in itself represents the attitude of Gauta the Wise. This discovery just calmed Ryan's mood a little agitated. Why did Gauta the Wise Man suddenly show such a friendly attitude towards a young magician falling in the family path, what does this mean...

No, I have to go back and talk to my father about this.

“Merlin, I hope you have such good luck next time. ”

After that, Ryan didn't go back, didn't even say hello to Solon until he left.

“No way...” Ryan's words before he left made Solon's face suddenly frozen and his gaze at Lin Yun became stalled.

This sentence has been made perfectly clear. If Solon was still merely speculating, now Solon can finally be sure. The young archmage's blue and swollen face is irrelevant to this Merlin magician...

My God...

With this in mind, Solon couldn't help but suck in a cold breath. It was a mage of real value. Even if he tied up two hands and two feet, he could easily kill several magicians with just one mouth. How could he... How could his face be swollen with both ears slapped by a magician?

This is so unscientific...

How many secrets does this Mafa Merlyn have?

No, this must be reported to Mr. Saluman immediately.

“Congratulations, Merlin Master, and good luck with your business. This is a small gift. I hope you enjoy it. Goodbye! ”

After such a long sentence, Solon didn't even change his breath. Then the two scrolls went to Lin Yun's hand and ran away....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

They're all starting to "bang bang”. I can't really say without a recommendation ticket.