End of the Magic Era

A battle that lasted more than four hours slowly came to a close. Although the three major mercenary groups were very vulgar and lost some of their members, there were also many spoils of war. The magic materials and magic crystals on the beasts were divided among the three major mercenary groups.

Then the camp rests...

“Goddamn Mafa Merlin, dare you steal the blood of King Flying Dragon, unforgivable! ”

An old figure walked out of the Apocalypse Mercenary Regiment camp and walked towards the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment camp, scolding.

The blood of King Feilong is the magic material he dreamed of. That night, when Dalson heard that the king of the dragon had appeared, he was almost thrilled, but after the excitement, a bowl of cold water poured down.

All the magic material on King Fei Long can't believe he didn't fly!

Olaro was surprisingly angry and almost quarreled with Dalson.

Though a few days have passed, Olaro still has a crush on the matter, and even with the first deputy leader of Dalsen, some contradictions have arisen, caused by the blood of King Feilong.

Today, he inadvertently learned that a second-degree magician stole the blood of the king of the dragon. The news made him both excited and angry. Excited, he finally found the whereabouts of the blood of the king of the dragon. Fucking angry, a low-ranking magician in the district. How dare you touch my things!

So much so that during the afternoon battle, his mind was distracted. His mind was filled with the blood of King Feilong, and he was actually slightly injured...

After the battlefield was cleared by the three major mercenary regiments, he came to the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment in a hurry after the camp had been reorganized. In any case, he had to find the Mafa Merlin bastard and retrieve the blood of the king of flying dragons that belonged to him... If Mafa Merlin knew each other and gave it up voluntarily, maybe if he was in a good mood, he could spare his life.

“Olaro, what are you doing here? ”

As soon as he arrived at the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment camp, Olaro was called by a familiar voice and looked over to his side, Dean, deputy head of the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment.

“I'm looking for someone...”

“Looking for someone? Find someone at our Templar Knight Mercenary camp. Find who?” Deanton became vigilant and the smile on his face turned into a sneer, and he naturally saw that Olaro was not good, especially with a hint of cold.

Although the three major mercenary regiments chose to cooperate and push closely together towards the Tulans, this was only a partnership of interests, and Olaro was the first to disagree with the Templar Knight mercenary regiment.

“Look what you Templar Knight Mercenaries have done! A greedy thief...” When I mentioned this, Olaro was almost on the verge of fury: “Dean, I advise you to mind your own business. Mafa Merlin is not a member of your Templar Knight Mercenary Corps. I want what belongs to me back from him! ”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait... Lord Olaro, you mean Mafa Merlin?” Dean's face became so wonderful that he almost laughed, he heard Yamah say a short time ago that a magician friend of the Dark Flame Beast had been taken to the camp. He was still trying to figure out how to get rid of that damn Mafa Merlin...

If you think about it, you can't think of a good way. Mafa Merlin is a friend of the Dark Flame Beast. If you push Mafa Merlin out like this, it will make the Dark Flame Beast unhappy.

So the Dark Flame Orc will remain in the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment?

Just thinking, I saw Olaro coming. When Olaro said Mafa Merlin's name, Dean knew that Mafa Merlin was going to be really bad luck...

Olaro's temper, he knows, is a little hotter than he is.

“What, you know Mafa Merlyn?” Olaro looked at Dean and said furiously: “To tell you the truth, I will never forgive Mafa Merlin... do you know what that bastard did, he... he stole the blood of King Feilong, do you think I can tolerate, such precious magic material in his hands, is itself a blasphemy to alchemy! ”

“Well, Monsignor Olaro...”

“Dean, do you want to help Mafa Merlyn?” Olaro's tone is calm, his voice is cold, and there is no emotion in it. Just this phrase will cool off Dean's vest of sword sanctity.

“Don't get me wrong, Lord Olaro… I mean, after all, Mafa Merlin is a young man, and it's not inexcusable to make a little mistake. Look, Mafa Merlin is a guest of our Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment, Your Excellency Olaro, after you get the blood of King Feilong, just give me a lesson, just give me a face, don't hit me hard...”

At this time, Dean's face was full of joy and misfortune, and his eyebrow dance look. It was almost like he was asking for help from Lin Yun. That look was like saying to Olaro, "Why don't you kill Mafa Merlin, the bastard?" Why don't you just... break both legs? ”

“ …… ”

Olaro looked at Dean strangely, but didn't say anything, and then they parked in front of a barracks, Dean stayed outside, and Olaro walked in alone.

“Mafa Merlin...”

Sealed Mage!

The arrival of the uninterrupted guests caused Lin Yun to frown. This is a skinny old man, in his seventies, with a cold smell all over him. Judging by the magical fluctuations in his body, he should be a secondary seal magic mentor...

“Are you Mafa Merlyn?” When Olaro entered the barracks, he discovered that there were a total of four young magicians and an Orc Man, but he saw the images of the magical records of the Aosen water system and recognized Lin Yun at a glance.

“Yes, please…”

“I am Olsen's teacher and deputy leader of the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps, Olaro. ”

“Lord Olaro, what can I do for you...”

“Mafa Merlin, don't play dumb!” In the blink of an eye, Olaro pointed at Lin Yun and growled furiously: "Olsen told me everything, Mafa Merlin, how dare you steal from the Apocalypse Mercenaries! Mafa Merlin, let me give you a chance to take out King Feilong's blood...”

Mafa Merlin, you really don't know each other...

He made himself so clear that he was still bluffing.

It seems that it is not enough to break two legs...

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire camp became strange, and the Dragon Blood Orc and Merlin brothers looked at each other with strange faces, especially the Dragon Blood Orc, and looked at Olaro with horror.

This old man is dying...

You can take advantage of Lord Merlyn's cheap?

Shit, Lord Shut up and Lord Merlyn have not seen each other for so long, who took advantage of Lord Merlyn, you said that an old man is not at home to enjoy his old age, preferring to jump in front of Lord Merlyn, this is pure death!

Your disciple Olsen likes to die, and you, the teacher, also likes to die... Shit! Do you two disciples know how to kill the Apocalypse Mercenaries?

“Lord Olaro, that...” Lin Yunton looked at Olaro with some hesitation and thought, “The blood of King Feilong can't be taken out, see, I still have a skin of King Feilong, how about I sell it to you? ”

“My lord, you said you were going to help me make a suit of leather...” The Dragon Blood Orc looked at Lin Yun grudgingly and whispered a reminder.

“Oh... almost forgot.” Lin Yun patted his head and looked at Olaro with some embarrassment: "In addition to that suit of leather, there may be some left. Otherwise, Lord Olaro, the rest of the leather can be made into a pair of leather boots. Would you be interested? ”

Leather boots?

Olaro almost threw up blood, I really want to ask Mafa Merlyn, can you understand people... Shit, I need leather boots for nothing!

I want the Dragon King's blood!

King of the Dragons, can't you get the blood out? How can you not take it out, Mafa Merlyn, that son of a bitch, and never drink it in your stomach? Even if you drink it in your stomach, you have to spit it out to me...

“Mafa Merlin, put away your poor little wisdom... do you think I can't help you in the Templar Knight Mercenary camp?” Olaro's gaze at Lin Yun was filled with disdain.

This young man is so ignorant.

If he knew that Dean, the deputy head of the Templar Knight Mercenary Corps, had compromised himself and was staying outside the barracks at the moment, he wasn't going to ask about it, was he afraid to cry right away?

Faced with the anger of the seal magician, the district secondary magician, even if he is not scared to cry, must be scared silly...

“This is your last chance, if you don't treasure it, if you take out King Feilong's blood as soon as possible, I don't care where this is, at most ten seconds, you will become a cold corpse...”

“Well, Lord Olaro, may I say something? ”

Lyon Merlyn has struggled for a long time and feels that if he doesn't say anything else, the mistake will get bigger and bigger... In fact, whether Olsen or Olaro, they live or die, Lyon Merlyn doesn't care at all.

However, he knows the means of cousin Mafa, which is a harsh character even the elders of the family dare to kill... Why did cousin Mafa kill the elders of the family?

It's not because the elders want to take Cousin Mafa's gold-plated rose...

The king of Feilong was originally killed by Cousin Mafa. He took what he deserved, but Olaro told him to steal their Apocalypse mercenary trophy. It's ridiculous...

If Olaro wants to rob hard, then it's sooner or later to step into the dust of Elders like Legon.

That's what Lyon Merlyn is worried about. Will the Apocalypse Mercenaries break up with the Merlyn family because of a deputy commander? It would be terrible if this were to happen, after all, it is an immense Oakland First Mercenary Force...

To think of it, Lyon Merlyn was frightened by cold sweats.

“Shut up! ”

Olaro glanced at the person who spoke, coldly: “Leon Merlyn, when I speak, is it your turn to intervene? Even the Hoffland owners of your Merlin family will not intervene when I speak..."