End of the Magic Era

“Let me put it another way, Blacktower wants to expropriate all three of you mercenaries!” Solanmunchy had a cold face and a cold look swept through the three Dalsons.

“Expropriation? Just you? ”

The grumpy Dean looked at Solamunge with a grin. If the light came out, he would not have seen a Solamunge in the district with comparable Grade 3 sword and holy power.

When he became a sword saint, Solanmunch was still just a magician.

However, at this time...

A voice came out of nowhere.

“Well, that's it, the three mercenary regiments, you seem to have forgotten that Blacktower is not talking to you, it's expropriation! What do you mean by expropriation? I'm sure you don't need me to explain...”

The moment the voice falls, everyone in the place feels a force suddenly coming.

This power is somewhat incredible. Dean, Dalson, and Rolf are rare masters, but under this power, even the idea of rebellion cannot be born. The whole first-line sky canyon seems to be quiet at this moment, and the three Dalsons are all dead ashes.

They instantly realized that the people from the Black Tower, not only Solomon, but also have a more powerful presence...

Speaking to the man, the figure appeared, floating in the air at this moment, this is an old man, about sixties years old, who looks no different than an ordinary old man, but what emits a frightening smell.

“Congressman Vis...” Dalsenton took a breath of cool air and finally knew who was coming, who was Vis in the Seven-Member Parliament of Black Tower!

If he didn't think Solanmonch could represent the Black Tower before, then this Congressman Vis could represent the Black Tower! The seven-member parliament is almost a symbol of the highest power of the Black Tower.

“Congressman Vis, how did you get here...” Dalson squeezed a smile, his voice was a bit trembling, not excited, but afraid: “We Apocalypse mercenaries obey the expropriation of the Black Tower. ”

Although everyone is also a sealed magician, he is a third-level sealed magician who, in front of Vis, has no gas, and he believes that he will be a corpse as soon as Congressman Vis wishes.

And Vis, a member of the seven-member parliament, can keep the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps in trouble with just one word.

“Congressman Vis, we are also willing to submit to the expropriation of the Black Tower...”

Rolf and Dean looked at each other and saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes. Now that the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps had been soft, it seemed pointless for them to persevere any longer.

“I don't have much time to waste here, Solomon, so you can arrange all three groups of mercenaries.” After that, the figure of the old man disappeared empty-handed.

The emergence of Congressman Vis of the Black Tower left three major mercenary groups that had been fortunate to exist, completely devoid of resistance. Perhaps a Solanmonch, they have not yet seen it, but Congressman Vis...

Though they are heads and deputy heads of the top mercenary forces, and in Auckland as a whole, there are still countless people who want to marry them, they all know that they and Congressman Vis are not at all a level...

They gradually felt that the heavenly reward, which made it difficult for them to refuse, seemed increasingly vain.

The three major mercenary groups, led by Solanmunch, headed towards the camp of the Black Tower. It is true that front-line sky canyons are fraught with crises, and as they deepen deeper, more and more warcraft are encountered.

In just over half a day, more than a dozen warcraft sieges were encountered. Fortunately, the three major mercenary groups were overcrowded and did not cause much damage.

At this time, in the conference room temporarily set up by the three major mercenary groups, Dalsen, Dean and Rolf are all having to fight in order to distribute the loot. This scenario was put in the past, impossible to happen. Previously advancing to the Tulang Mountains, the three major mercenary groups need to work closely together in order to ensure safety, mutual, natural humility...

And now, the appearance of the Black Tower, forcibly expropriating their three major mercenary groups, prevented them from completing the mandate of the Kingdom of Odin and getting that heavenly reward...

That kind of partnership is still there, but it's not as close as before...

Lin Yun was also there, but he sat in the corner without an interception, but if thoughtful frowning, the appearance of the black tower was completely unexpected...

Again, a congressman came and saw how much Blacktower valued it.

Lin Yun was not surprised by the appearance of the black tower...

Back then, the Caucasus Battle Mage had been attached to the Black Tower for thousands of years. In this millennium, almost all the forces of Auckland were swept away. Even today, even as the cloud tower in the sky was high, he had to bow his head in front of the then Black Tower. If it had not been for the disaster of 300 years ago, the Caucasus Battle Mage would still be fighting alongside the Black Tower. It is not surprising that for such a long time, they have left some clues to the King of the Caucasus in the Black Tower...

However, this is not good news for me. The situation in the Tulang Mountains was already complicated enough. My team of five, plus the three major mercenaries, all kinds of resentment between each other's interests, has complicated the situation in the Tulang Mountains for a long time, and now the Black Tower...

The seal magician Solan, Congressman Vis, Black Tower Mage Corps, this luxurious combination suddenly arrived, directly crushing the three major mercenary groups to death, and wanting to enjoy the remains of the king of the Caucasus alone again, I'm afraid it won't be that easy...

I should have gone to the Turan Mountains sooner if I'd known it was going to be like this. It's a bit risky, but it's better than being ruined by someone?

However, just as Lin Yun thought of these, there was a sudden noise coming from outside...

“Your Excellency, you… you cannot go in. ”

“Get out!”

A gloomy voice rang, and the mercenary guard outside the conference room, a "bang” was instantly knocked off and heavily hit in the conference room.

Solan Munch took a steady step and walked in with a gloomy face. He swept his eyes around the conference room. Finally, he was set on Lin Yun. Suddenly, a slight cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was him!

The battle that had previously been besieged by hundreds of warcraft, he did not participate, but watched from afar, and suddenly a slightly familiar figure appeared together, passing away from his sight. He suddenly remembered why he was so familiar with the figure, which was actually Mafa Merlin from Chihuan City.

A while ago, he also heard that Mafa Merlin had arrived in Oklahoma and was wasting more than 37 million gold coins at an auction, when he had just returned to the black tower from the pale side, waiting for him to get busy, couldn't get away for a while, and then followed Senator Vis to the Turan Mountains, surprisingly, Mafa Merlin was there!

What Mafa Merlin did in Thousand Fan City, he knew, the entire Munch family, under his oppression, was breathing heavily. Solan Munch was brought to the Black Tower by his teacher when he was very young. He lived for more than 40 years. He had very little contact with the Munch family and had no feelings. Last year he went back to Thousand Fans, but not the Munch family, but the Mafa Merlin family's old house...

He had seen many ancient information in the black tower and had found clues about a position in which there was a good chance that there would be a facade leading to a mysterious position in the old house of the Mafamelins.

What a new face stands for, he knows better than anyone that it is a golden paradise for the Mage, with countless precious resources, and that any new face that emerges will spark countless rivalries.

So Solan Munch did not hesitate, and immediately began to act, and soon after the Logmerin disaster, the Munch family, at his behest, began to compete for the old house.

In Solan Munch's view, with the power of the Munch family in Qianfancheng, wanting to take over the old house, it's easy to say, it doesn't take much to blow... but it failed. Not only that, but Mafa Merlin's gold-plated roses rose rapidly, in less than a year, the Munch family has long been no match for Mafa Merlin...

Even so, Solanmonch had nothing to worry about. Returning from the pale side, he was already a master of the sealed magic. He was going to go to Thousand Fans City to kill Mafa Merlin and take away his gold-plated roses and old house.

However, this Mafa Merlin seemed a little unlucky, following three major mercenary groups to the Tulans and being recognized by himself.

And so it became very simple.

“Solomon, what do you mean, we three mercenaries are discussing something important. Why are you breaking in? Do you really think that with Congressman Weiss, you black towers can get into our three mercenary regiments? I'm telling you, this is absolutely impossible! Get the fuck out of here now! ”

Dean, deputy head of the Templar Knight Mercenary Regiment, had a grumpy temper and so many unpleasant things had happened again. He had struggled to enter the Tulang Mountains, but had been requisitioned by the Black Tower. He had already held his stomach fire, and had just fought over the distribution rights of the spoils, his face was red and his neck was rough and he had quarreled with Dalson. Solan Munch had broken in at this time and no doubt hit the gunpoint.

If it were normal, with Congressman Vis on top, Dean might be a little more patient.

“I say, Lord Thorland, you are indeed a little too much…” Darsen's shady face, with some warmth and anger in his words, they are at least three of Auckland's top mercenaries, even though they were forced by Congressman Vis' majesty to submit for the time being to the requisition of the Black Tower, but a Thorland Monch, they really didn't see it.

Neither Dalson nor Dean Rolf gave Solomon any good looks along the way.

We were afraid of Blacktower, Senator Vis, but you, Solomon, what are you, broke in at a high-level meeting of our three mercenary regiments.