End of the Magic Era

“In less than five years, he will surely become a sword saint, and perhaps even a higher achievement in the future…" This is Dean's assessment of the beast, if this impetuous beast can stay with the Templar Knight, it is necessary to give a deputy head of the regiment, but unfortunately, the beast treats him with a very cold attitude, and every time he approaches, the beast runs far away from him.

Fortunately, the Orc didn't intend to leave. As long as he stayed in the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment, he still had a chance, and the Orc brothers were too generous. He actually brought three young magicians with quite good strength. Although the few guys in each battle hid far away, they were at least three potential demon mentors...

“Who, we're on someone else's turf right now, can you stop sleeping like that? Just go back to sleep. I don't even know if I'll kill you while you're asleep...”

William Merlyn broke into the tent and saw the dragon-blooded beast lying on his back, sleeping like a dead dog. He was angry and shouted.

“Does my sleep have anything to do with you...”

After all, he was also a Class 6 swordsman. At the moment William Merlyn broke in, he woke up, rubbing his eyes with anger, and looking at William Merlyn with dissatisfaction and forking his waist.

Shit, I'm scared that Lord Merlyn won't fake it, but what are you, William Merlyn? You can't beat the mighty Lord Shuttle. If you hadn't seen him as Merlyn's cousin, you would have fallen prey to the massacre... It would have been easy to get rid of Lord Merlyn and live a few happy birthdays, but now it's good that this William Merlyn has come back to point fingers at himself.

Especially the phrase "who” is more deeply breaking the heart of the shift, the heart roared violently, you Merlin people, sooner or later the shift master will make you look good!

Lord Shut Up is not a bully!

Hmm, look at the attitude of the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment Dean Sword Saint towards Lord Shugo, which is almost to treat Lord Shugo as his lord... Lord Shugo is no longer the dragon-blood beast who was once bullied by anyone!

“Of course it does.” William Merlyn was too lazy to take a look at the recess and took it for granted: "If you sleep, who's going to watch the night? Don't forget, there are a lot of good people in this camp, and all three of Auckland's mercenary regiments are here. ”

“Why?!” The recess almost exhausted his full strength to shout out. In front of Lord Merlin, he may only dare to whisper and not let Merlin hear it. But now that Lord Merlin is not here, he has nothing to be ashamed of, and his attitude is naturally much stronger: “Lord recess, are you qualified to drive it? ”

“Cousin Mafa was not always your night watcher...” William Merlyn sneered: “Of the four people, you are the one with the best night watcher experience, who won't go. ”

“You… you are not Lord Merlin!” Closed nose almost got angry, chewed teeth, without mentioning Lord Closed's past will die...

It's all the damn contract.

“The Dragon Blood Orc doesn't want to watch the night? How can this be, without his night watch, we don't feel safe sleeping...” Rosemaryn's lazy voice, coming from outside the camp.

“I have heard that the Dragon Blood Orc has been very close to some deputy commander of the Templar Knight lately... but don't let Cousin Mafa know about this, otherwise the Orc Brothers will be miserable.” Lyon Merlyn laughed and said it out loud on purpose.

At the same time, a flame jumped in Lyon Merlyn's hands, a flame of light accompanied by a fiery breath, and passed into the camp tent...

“I'm on my way...” Hubunti focuses on thousands of kilograms of massacres, and one walk washes out of the camp tent.

That's Lord Theodus! If it upsets you, come and talk to yourself about life...

Those horrible memories of the past popped up in a flash. Shit is so scary...

Moreover, Lyon Merlyn's bastard was clearly threatening himself, and if Lord Merlyn knew that he had nothing to do with that damned deputy commander, he would not have spared himself.

It has to be said that the damned deputy commander is so bold, he dared to dig the foot of the wall in front of Lord Merlyn not long ago. This is quite the level of death, saying that he is a dead little expert is not too much...

However, if you die, then die. Why did you pull off duty...

You will have to hide far away and never speak to him again.

In this way, Lord Merlin will not question his loyalty...

Suspension sat by the fire, cursing in his mouth, from William Merlyn to Lyon Merlyn, cursing again to Rosemary, then to Mafa Merlyn. Finally, the suspension was still irritating, and his teeth whispered and cursed: “Merlyn, no good...”

“Boom, boom, boom...”

Oh, shit!

The rest of the shift was shocked by the noise, jumped directly in fright, don't forget to look around, make sure it wasn't Lord Merlyn, before relaxing, turn to the source of the sound.

“Double-footed dragon! A total of seven or eight heads... oh no, it should be dozens... over a hundred heads... Shit, countless, countless..."

Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment is responsible for the Night's Watch shooter, screaming in vain.

Two-legged Feilong...

The whole camp was awakened by the screams of the divine shooter. During the instant, many people rushed out of the camp account and looked up at the sky, their eyes everywhere were full of dense and numb spots of gloom...

This is undoubtedly a disaster.

Hundreds of bipedal dragons, even if they are not of high rank, only about grade 18, can reach an abhorrent number, spray poison into the valley camp… No matter where the three major mercenary groups hide in the valley, they can't escape the poison erosion.

For a moment, the venom fell like a rain point, screaming and sounding. The bipedal Feilong itself is a Class 18 warcraft. The ordinary mercenary encountered a little venom, which is almost insoluble. The Great Master and the Great Swordsman's magic shield and body fighting Qi can't resist the dramatic venom, and it won't take long to rot and die.

If you want to defend against bipedal Feilong venom, you also need at least the level of Wizard or Grand Swordsman. Only such strong people can defend against venom with their own magic and body fighting... but it is just resistance. As the venom continues to fall, magic and body fighting will sooner or later be depleted.

Although the sudden appearance of the bipedal dragon in the beginning really messed up the entire valley of mercenaries, it disappeared soon after, instead of a trained counterattack, one after the other, a wizard, a great swordsman, rose up in the sky, rich magic elements spread, fighting, someone was injured, there was a replacement...

The great swordsmen and great magicians in the mercenary regiment have no ability to fly, but they also play an important role in a neat and uniform attack. Whenever the bipedal dragon falls into low altitude, it is suddenly inundated by countless ice cones, frost spears, and fighting temperatures...

Oakland's top mercenary power!

Against the double-legged Feilong, the advantages of the archer's profession became evident. The center of the camp was a team of two or three hundred people, all without exception, the archers cooperated with each other, hundreds of people together, the dense and numb arrows broke through the sky, and then dozens of double-legged Feilong screamed a sharp scream...

Led by more than twenty powerful shooters, the arrows were insanely harvesting their lives, shooting at least a dozen double-legged Feilong each round.

A team of magicians, co-organized by three major mercenaries, surrounded the central team of archers, singing the sounds of the method constantly. Their task is to ensure the safety of the archers' team, help support the shield, or release amplification spells for archers.

At one point, all the bipedal dragons over their heads were emptied.

But then came the dense and numb double-legged Feilong laying heavenly cover... instantly blocked the sky, countless venom, fell on the shield erected by the team of magicians, then, another round of shooting, the week after week, seemed never to end...

Boom!

In the air in the northwest corner of the camp, a powerful sword suddenly swept up, severely slaughtered on a double-legged flying dragon. In the blink of an eye, we saw that this foot had a double-legged flying dragon the size of a human body, with broken wings and a fine crack all over its body. With a sharp cry, it was completely torn apart.

This is just a sword aftermath...

A fierce battle was taking place not far away, and the king of the dragon, more than ten times bigger than an ordinary two-legged dragon, was in the heat of battle with a swordsman.

The King of Feilong has a different layer of green glow. Everyone who knows a little bit about the common sense of warcraft knows that this layer of green glow is very poisonous and wraps the huge body of the King of Feilong tightly. It is for this reason that Jiansheng dares not come close, and can only release the fighting spirit far away.

Jiansheng, Deputy Dean of the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment, holds a one-handed sword of true spiritual rank, arguably unmatched in strength, but in the battle with the King of the Dragon, it fell into the wind in less than ten minutes.

“Damn, what level is this goddamn king of dragons...”

Dean wants to die with all his heart. The power of this King of Dragons is a little scary. At least he can play the power of Level 3 Sword Sacred. The battle was suppressed from the beginning to die. This is nothing. In the battle with King Feilong, a two-legged Feilong continued to pounce at him, so that in just a few minutes, there were more than a dozen wounds on him.

This is still a case of protective fighting...

The three major mercenary forces are fighting each other. With Dean's wisdom, he will never take the initiative against the king of flying dragons, but he was forced to do it without a choice. Whoever calls the northwest corner of the camp is all their Templar Knight Mercenary Corps people. If he doesn't take the king of flying dragons, the Templar Knight Mercenary Corps people will most likely destroy all of them...

Shit, if I'd known...

Not long ago, if I hadn't stabbed the last layer of window paper, the three mercenary groups would still be polite, and at this time I could pull my face down and ask them for help...

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything. The more I'm suppressed, the more dangerous it is...

Huh?

Dean suddenly discovered that an acceleration technique had fallen on him, and his speed had climbed to the limit, dangerously and dangerously avoiding the King of Dragons venom attack...