End of the Magic Era

Chapter 482 Dozens

“Turns out it's Lord Thorne, I don't know what you're doing here...” Lin Yunton closed his eyes and noticed that Thorn Merlyn was a little strange.

“Oh, nothing, just come and take a look...” Thornmelin smiled and looked around, facing the young magician with this attitude, making him very uncomfortable. Four or five minutes later, he turned to Lin Yun and said in a flat tone: “Merlin, I remember you only have more than 500 archmages, how come there are suddenly 50 more magicians, what is this? ”

In saying this, Thorn Merlyn, while acting very calm, was not at all calm in his heart. He stared closely at the young magician's expression and seemed to want to see something. He was disappointed, however, that the young magician was calm and did not experience the unexpected panic.

Aren't those 50 wizards, the Black Tower, supporting the young magician?

How is this possible...

Otherwise, how do we explain the fate of the wizards?

He doesn't believe that young magicians can be tricks...

In any case, find out what happened to the wizards!

“Oh, nothing strange, there has been a breakthrough recently by a large group of magicians, which is why there are 50 more magicians...” Lin Yun touched his nose, smiled, and at the same time took a deep look at Thornmerlin, who appeared in the camp less than two hours before and after, and Thornmerlin appeared at this time, he could easily guess that Thornmerlin came here for the purpose of exploring the history of those magicians.

He didn't lie, but the 50 Wizards had recently broken through.

“Merlin Monster, don't joke, even if it is a breakthrough, so many people concentrated in two months of Advanced Demon Monster, it is really a little difficult to understand...” Thorn Merlin Pi smiles not, his heart is already cursing away, even if he wants to lay down my father, at least find a decent reason, say this reason, only fools believe.

“I'm not kidding...” Lin Yun touched his nose and laughed twice before continuing to say anything. He didn't want to explain too much. This is about the natural half-side, as well as some fantastic things. Even if he told Thorn Merlyn, he wouldn't necessarily believe him.

“Okay...”

Thorn Merlyn's face appeared angry, watching Lin Yun smile, no longer falsely committing the snake: “I don't think you dare to say it, is there any secret hidden in it... it has to do with the black tower? ”

At this time, after some exploration, Thornmerlyn was basically able to determine that the 50 unknown magicians could not be seen as such, otherwise the young magicians would not be so disguised.

Probably related to the Black Tower.

In public and private, he has to find a clue and give it to his ancestral land.

After all, if the young magician really colludes with the Black Tower, it's not a small thing, it's bound to jeopardize the interests of the Merlin family.

“Oh…” Lin Yun rolled his white eyes.

“Mafa Merlyn, what do you mean, dare to answer my question positively, tell me the story of the Magic Mentor, and prove with facts whether you have colluded with the Black Tower and betrayed the Merlyn family!” Thorn Merlyn had a sharp pair of eyes, staring closely at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun couldn't even turn his white eyes this time...

The most hurtful thing was not to crash and insult, but to be ignored. Thornmerlin's forehead jumped bluishly, his anger reached the extreme point, he just wanted to seize, and at this time a shadow panicked and rushed in.

“Merlyn, the Orc unit stationed near the Ghost Valley, attacked the camp..." Yuri Merlyn came in, looking anxiously at Lin Yun, after which he noticed Thorn Merlyn beside him, the awkward colour suddenly passed away.

“Okay, I get it...” Lin Yun smiled and waved with no concern. In fact, as soon as the Orcs approached the camp, they had been detected by the Magic Array.

Immediately afterwards, he took everyone out of the barracks and prepared the command unit for the Orcs...

With an order issued, all the magicians in the camp rushed out of the camp and gathered together in the shortest possible time...

At this time, on the other side of the battlefield, Yas, a young angry beast full of dark red symbols, gave the order to attack, and then a strong angry beast, waving the long knife in his hand, mounted on the ash wolf, rushed out of the surrounding forest and killed it towards the camp in the middle.

Nearly a thousand Angry Orcs cavalry swept out of the forest at the same time. The momentum was enormous and the entire camp was submerged for a time.

In his view, the battle was undoubtedly doomed to victory and the annihilation of all mankind.

Throughout the years, the Molten Fire Tribes had a unit stationed near the Ghost Valley and were deadlocked with those of the Merlin family. Over the years, the Merlin family and the Molten Fire Tribes had several fierce wars against the Ghost Valley, but ultimately no one had seized control of the Ghost Valley, which was why the stalemate had occurred.

And this cavalry unit in Ghost Valley was led by his teacher, Razat. In fact, more than a month ago, with the frequent movement of humans in the vicinity of Ghost Valley, they found something wrong. After sending some people to investigate, they discovered that there was an army of human magicians stationed deep in a dense forest...

In one operation, however, Yas inadvertently discovered that there seemed to be a few acquaintances in the human magician army, the few human magicians he met in Ghost Valley that night. At that time, the teacher also said that he was not the opponent of those human magicians, which definitely upset Yas...

This is simply impossible, and the human magicians, who are merely magicians, want to kill them themselves with ease.

He repeatedly suggested to the teacher that the army should destroy the human magician's army, but the teacher did not agree, and Yas could not help but bear it.

Until a day ago, the teacher Razat was recalled by the chief, and the control of the cavalry force, naturally and rationally, fell into his hands. After the teacher left, he was deployed in combat in preparation for the destruction of the human magistrate force, which he had already uncovered, about 500 people, with very poor strength, almost entirely the archmage.

Such a potent force, which he was confident was extinguished, mobilized nearly a thousand cavalry troops after yesterday's operational deployment and surrounded the entire camp in four directions.

And he also intends to capture and bring back to the tribe the human beings in the realm of the Wizards, and when the teachers recognize the human beings, they don't know what the expression will be.

Yas is looking forward to…

“Boom boom...”

Hot air currents collide with gorgeous spells, sparks erupt on the battlefield, and the Orc cavalry lasts for nearly a thousand moments, engaging legions of human magicians. Yet at this point, Yas, who commands the battle, suddenly finds something wrong, and the power of this human magician does not seem to be what he expected.

Dozens of powerful and horizontal breaths, rising up in the center of the camp, a magnificent spell, sweeping terror, bombarding those Orc cavalry, suddenly there was a large number of Orc cavalry, under those spells, not even screaming before, turned into flying ash...

At this moment, Yas is a total idiot. I can't believe it. Didn't the intelligence say that this legion of human magicians, with more than 500 great magicians, and so few poor wizards, He had just realized that the dozens of powerful masters, all at the level of Wizard, were still very powerful in the Wizard realm.

“Damn...”

Yas cursed him so hard, he really wanted to die. He thought that there were only more than 500 archmages in this army of human magicians. Under the impact of his nearly a thousand cavalry troops, he would surely destroy the whole army, but there were dozens of more magicians in the corps of human magicians...

It's not ten or eight, it's dozens!

How can there suddenly be so many strong people...

However, Yas did not have time to think too much, because at this time, the situation was already very intense. With the hands of those who were strong, a powerful and horrific spell, such as the flood flow, flushed against the Orc cavalry. Every moment, there were many Orc cavalry deaths, anxious, Yas shouted twice and gave an order to retreat. Then he jumped off the ash wolf, up to more than two meters, flashing dark red symbols, and boosted his speed to the extreme.

A scream came from behind, Yas in the running, he couldn't turn back, until a few minutes later, no movement at all, he stopped, gasped heavily, turned his head and looked back, immediately after his heart cooled halfway, this time it was a huge disaster, that was nearly a thousand cavalry, participate in this battle, front and back less than half an hour, no one escaped except himself.

Aston was scared to death, big, cold sweat rolled down, thinking that such a huge loss was caused by himself, almost didn't stand up...

Two hours later, the nasty Yas returned to the Fire Tribe and found the teacher Lazart...

“Yas, what brings you back all of a sudden? What's going on over there in Ghost Valley?” Razat looked at Yas in confusion and said uncertainly. He was summoned by the chief a day ago to discuss something in the burning tribe. Before proceeding, he handed over control of the cavalry unit to Yas and repeatedly ordered him to be careful.

“Teacher, I...” Yas was pale and stubborn and unable to speak. In fact, this was totally frightening. Since he was a child, he had always been a brilliant trooper. Genius, how could he have experienced this?

“Tell me what's going on...”

Seeing the colour of Yas, Razat's face suddenly sank, and he realized that something big seemed to have happened, otherwise Yas could never have looked like this: "The troops were attacked by humans and massive losses occurred? If that's the case, I wouldn't blame you. After all, you're still young, and you're still unfamiliar with commanding operations...”

“That...”

Yas hung a fine sweat bead on his forehead, ignoring the wipe at all. He looked nervously at Lazart and said what would happen without reservation...