End of the Magic Era

The powerful power of the Level 3 Phantom Archer, on this arrow, showed speed, but for a moment, under the powerful impact of the arrow, the ice wall broke apart.

At this moment, however, Rolf did not have any joy. Instead, his face changed dramatically. He saw only a large hand gathered by magic. At a moment when the arrow was about to kill the mutant black lizard, he suddenly grabbed the mutant black lizard!

Before Rolf could react, the mutant black lizard was caught in front of a young magician by the big hand, only a glass tube in the young magician's hand was inserted into the heart of the mutant black lizard, and when it was taken out, there was already a drop of dark purple blood in the glass tube...

“Shit!” Rolfton roared, and that dark purple drop of blood, the most precious thing on the mutant black lizard, was the only thing that could elevate the seven psychic arrows in his hand to the true spirit level.

But now, people are quick to get on first...

Seeing this scene, Rolf's eyes were red and he just wanted to rush over to teach the young magician a lesson and retrieve the blood of the mutant black lizard, but... the young magician walked a long way and smiled cold at him, seemingly knowing his intentions and throwing several flame blasts into a dense herd of warcraft.

“Boom, boom, boom...”

After the explosion, the angry beast, the red eye rushed towards the nearest Rolf, there were hundreds of them, of which there were no shortage of high-end beasts, the corner of the Rolf mouth a puff, how can there still be kung fu to trouble the young magician? Already surrounded by the Warcraft regiment...

Shit, you wait for me!

Rolf roared in his heart, and his inner demon fighting temper pushed him to the limit. Arrows condensed by demon fighting temper turned one warcraft after the other into a cold corpse.

He has already remembered the appearance of a young magician, especially the scene of cheating on him. A second-degree magician in the district dared to snatch food. This is provoking the majesty of a phantom archer. Unbelievably, the young magician succeeded in snatching food...

The previous blast attracted the attention of several people.

A sharp sword killed a warcraft.

Dean wandered around the most dense area of warcraft and sword saints were overpowered, but when he saw the figure of a young magician, he almost cursed.

Shit, it's the young magician who met in the Orange Mountains, who's worse than an animal! Not only that, but the young magician pointed to Dean's nose and told him to take his bird away...

It was such a lousy statement that it made Dean angry.

Now I see the young magician again, his ears seem to echo that damn sound again. If it wasn't for the face of the beast, Dean would definitely stab the young magician with a one-handed sword...

At this time, Dean saw that the young magician, with the strength of a second level magician, had rushed into an area of intense warcraft without knowing... Deanton laughed. Shit, that bastard didn't have an animal around, and his own fighting power was not worth mentioning. In the Orange Mountains, you didn't see death without saving him, okay, I won't let you die this time!

Dalson is directing a group of magicians, singing and singing the sound of the spell, constantly bombarding the chaotic herd of warcraft...

A warcraft is blown up...

Suddenly a young magician appeared in Dalsen's eye curtain, his pupils narrowed for a moment, and he remembered the horrible scene of the night. According to the young magician, he should be thankful for helping the mercenary corps... but he didn't have the courage to contact the young magician.

Olsen was the one who recognized Lin Yun.

The moment he saw Lin Yun, he smiled.

He was considerate and put up with the Mafamelin bastard for a few days. Mafamelin was expelled from the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps, which he had not expected. But unexpectedly, the Templar Knight Mercenary Corps took Mafa Merlin away, and he felt unhappy for a long time.

He's in the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment. How can he get himself into trouble? Although he has a bit of a place in the Apocalypse Mercenary Regiment, the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment does not give him face.

Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment people can give themselves no face...

But in the face of the teacher, they have to give it anyway, right?

“Teacher, that's the man!” Olsen looked poisonously at the figure of a young magician.

“Who?”

Next to Olsen, he was a skinny, gray-haired old man with no difference between appearance and ordinary old man, but the difference was that the old man had an infinite majesty, powerful spell came out of his hand, and several warcraft were immediately bombarded. He just glanced at Olsen when he spoke, did not stop the action in his hand, and still continued to bombard the warcraft.

“Mafa Merlin! ”

Orson bites his teeth and says, “The guy's vengeance, despicable and vicious, I saved his life on the mark of bad fortune. Then he was taken in by our Apocalypse Mercenary Regiment and kept sheltered by us. On the night of the encounter with the two-legged Feilong, Mafa Merlin stole the loot belonging to our Apocalypse Mercenary Regiment! I was going to expel Mafa Merlin and let him die on his own in the Tulang Mountains, but I didn't expect him to be taken in by Templar Knight Mercenaries...”

“You mean he stole the trophy the night he met the bipedal dragon?” Olaro frowned.

“Yes, yes, the guy was greedy enough not to kill the double-legged Feilong, but...” Olaro interrupted him before he finished his speech.

“Speaking of points, what exactly did he steal? ”

“Ah, yes! Teacher, let me show you this...” Olsen suddenly remembered that he had recorded a scene where Mafa Merlin was carrying “stolen goods”, and his staff waved, suddenly revealing a water curtain composed of water elements, on which was a young magician, squatting next to a giant two-legged flying dragon, holding a bottle filled with red liquid in his hand...

“It was him...” Olaro's pupils shrunk, staring dead at the bottle filled with red liquid in the young magician's hand, his face smiling.

The three major mercenary regiments, the vast majority of people only knew that they had been attacked by a two-legged Feilong that night. Only a few people knew that the King of Feilong had also appeared and been killed...

Olaro is one of them.

This time in search of relics, the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps, the first mercenary force, sent two deputy commanders, and a large group of elite members, while Olaro was also a deputy commander.

However, the night of the two-legged Feilong attack, he went out. By the time he returned, the king of Feilong had long been bombed, leaving only a group of two-legged Feilong...

He heard from First Vice Chairman Darsen about the King of Feilong, specifically how to kill him. Darsen was vague, only to say that the King of Feilong was dead. But when cleaning up the battlefield, the magic material on the King of the Dragon flew without wings!

Among the deputy commanders of the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps, Olaro, though not the most powerful, is the most special, comparable to the first deputy commander, Dalson, for a simple reason, because he is also a master master of deep alchemy...

Most of the magic material obtained by the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps falls into Oralo's hands. Who calls him the only master of the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps? The magic material on the King of the Dragon flew away, which pissed him off for a long time. I once suspected that Dalson had swallowed it...

King Feilong's blood is very important to him. It is a precious magic material that can be equipped with dozens of Mastercraft alchemists. Coincidentally, he will only lack King Feilong's blood as an alchemist.

“Teacher, do you know him?” The teacher's phrase, "It's him," made Olsen feel a little out of his head.

“I don't know...” Olaro shook his head and glanced hard at Olsen, with a slight anger in his words: “Olsen, why did you tell me so late, don't you know how important King Feilong's blood is to me...”

“Wait... King of the Dragon! Teacher, are you saying that Mafa Merlin stole the magic material from the King of Dragons?” Olsen's face suddenly became wonderful. That evening, when the sky was dim, he didn't pay much attention to it, just looking at the countdown and thinking about how to punish Mafa Merlin...

Now think about it, the bipedal Feilong shape next to Mafa Merlin is really a bit large...

“Exactly!” Olaro nodded with a cold face: "The blood of King Feilong, I must get. By the way, Orson, did you just say Mafa Merlin was taken in by the Templar Knight Mercenaries? Not in a hurry. When this battle is over, I will personally go to the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment camp and not hand over the King of the Dragon's blood. No one can save him...”

After Lin Yun got the blood of the mutant black lizard, he didn't dare to stay in the battlefield for too long. After all, he just offended a Level 3 Phantom Arrow... Although Phantom Arrow is being surrounded by hundreds of warcraft, there is no time to find his own trouble, but with the powerful power of Phantom Arrow, solving hundreds of warcraft is not easy?

He just took a lot of work to grab the mutant black lizard from the phantom projector. First, he used an acceleration technique, then an ice wall, to offset some of the impact of the arrows. Finally, he caught the mutant black lizard dangerously...

However, Lin Yun, who returned to the camp alone, did not find that not far away a beautiful figure was glaring at his back...

It's him...

Women's hot figure, tightly wrapped in silver armor, Bai Zhe's beautiful cheeks, but full of shock, this is a beautiful woman, makes people look at the first time, can't help but look at the second and third eyes beautiful woman.

Hannah Acrylice stunned...

Her inner heart, like her appearance, was not very calm. The owner of the shadow, had appeared in her mind countless times... it was a young magician who frightened her...

Famous Auckland, the Watson family genius Stan Watson, died at the hands of a young magician. Between moments, countless memory clips, a bunch of brains emerge.

Incredibly, the young magician appeared in the Tulans.

The young magician gradually moved away. Hannah tried to call him, but her throat moved. She couldn't make a sound. Was it because of fear?

The shadow had disappeared, Hannah Ben's pale cheeks had finally recovered a little bit of blood, and the whole person had become disillusioned.