End of the Magic Era

Taking a vacant plot from a young magician, he was delighted to have mobilized dozens of well-qualified young men from the Dark Moon Fortress, but he did not expect to end up like this, dozens of young men, almost without exception, all buried in the flames.

It's all because of Mafa Merlin!

“Don't say this nonsense, Lord Suville..." Lin Yun touched his nose and glanced slightly at Suville in anger: “When I gave you this empty space, I told you there was danger here, Lord Suville, don't you forget? ”

“You…”

Suwelton was choked and unable to speak. Yesterday he remembered very clearly. The young magician did say something similar, but he didn't care at all. Who would have thought that there was a demon in Ghost Valley with a level 37 peak power?

He's even wondering if the young magician didn't pre-empt the existence of this demon and then deliberately pit himself?

Thinking about it, Suville looked at Lin Yun with a strange glance, but didn't say much. Instead, he turned around and walked away. Soon his tired body disappeared without a trace in the dark night.

Until Suville completely disappeared and Lin Yun did not leave, he remained where he was...

He felt that the appearance of a small lava lord was somewhat unusual...

Good end. How could a demon suddenly appear?

Is it true that a demon is sealed in the valley of ghosts, like the legend of a burning tribe, and if you have something, you can release the demon...

“Hmm?”

Just as he had no clue and was almost ready to give up, a slight fluctuation in life came and was clearly captured by the magic array...

At this moment, he dawned on himself without thinking. He threw an acceleration technique at himself and rushed over, stopping a few hundred meters away.

It's a bush, and it's where life fluctuates...

Lin Yunton frowned and cautiously released a luminous technique.

Follow…

The scene ahead is unmistakably bright, with a rustic altar deep in lush bushes and countless dark red symbols tumbling between the secluded spaces, in a dark night of extraordinary mystery.

Just a glance, Lin Yun felt that the architectural style of this altar was somewhat similar, as if it were very similar to the altar of the burning tribal sanctuary, also engraved with mysterious ancient beast writing, like a tadpole, as if it contained endless magic.

But what really attracts Lin Yun's gaze is not the altar itself, but a figure on the altar...

This is an elderly angry beast, lean all over his body, grey hair, empty eyes, no anger all over him, a cheek that has gone through the mud, no emotional fluctuations, staring at Lin Yun, it took more than four or five seconds to make a humming sound: “I am unwilling, I did not kill you damn invaders...”

“Turns out it's you...”

Lin Yun thought for a moment, frowned tightly. Half a minute later, a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. He suddenly realized that he finally knew what was going on tonight...

The fiery beast in front of him, his true identity, is one of the six great prophets of the burning tribe. When Lin Yun first entered Ghost Valley, he was besieged by an Orc unit led by the tribal prophet Lazart, who was also the teacher of the young angry Orc Yas.

The coalition forces and the pyrotechnic tribe, at the foot of the Holy Mountain, nearly destroyed the entire pyrotechnic tribe, but after careful scrutiny, it was discovered that there were only five tribal prophets involved in the battle, and the pyrotechnic tribe had always existed six prophets, and the remaining one had never appeared.

And Lazart is the prophet who never appeared...

Had it not been for a few months ago in the Valley of Ghosts, we would have seen it from afar. I'm afraid Lin Yun would not now consider Lazart to be a tribal prophet.

Because now Lazart is so weak, the energy fluctuations transmitted all over him are so weak and pathetic, even if not a great magician, even life is almost exhausted, it won't be long before he dies.

Angry Orcs in this state, anywhere on the face of Anger, I'm afraid no one will take a closer look...

Said he was a tribal prophet, no one would believe...

You know, the Tribal Prophet is one of the finest warriors in the entire flame of anger, equivalent to the higher-ranking Enchantress of the Mage of Humanity.

“That demon was summoned by you, in a way of soul sacrifice...” Lin Yun revealed a funny smile, staring at Lazart on the altar.

In his eyes, it was easy to see that the altar in front of him was dedicated to sacrifice, and Lazart seemed very weak and vitally depleted, with 89 out of 10 sacrifices.

“So what, I'm just going to kill you damn invaders and avenge my tribe...” Lazart's old face has been completely twisted, infinitely frenzied, making a creepy sound: “Although I failed this time, I failed to kill you invaders, but don't be too happy too soon, when the sky shows two suns at the same time, the flames of the volcanic range will burn you damn invaders, eternal life and sink in hell...”

“Phew...”

At this point, Razat's voice stopped because an ice cone had fallen into his chest, harvesting his life, and finally he was powerlessly paralyzed on the altar.

“Two suns… a volcanic range…”

On the way back, Lin Yun had been thinking repeatedly about what Solazat had said before his death. The appearance of two suns in the sky sounded somewhat frightening and impossible.

But from 30,000 years later, Lin Yun, even the more frightening afterlife has experienced, what is the difference between two suns in the sky at the same time...

Of course, most importantly, in Lazart's words, the volcanic ranges were mentioned…

Without a doubt, the volcanic range is very important to Lin Yun, and is where he must go on this journey of anger. Because the Book of Magic was conceived in the drifting volcanoes, the problem he faces today is very embarrassing. If he has three sets of meditation ideas, he wants to advance the encyclical Wizard Realm, he must definitely merge the meditation ideas with the Wizard script.

But there is only one magic script, and the wheel of magic is a substitute for fusion of a meditation set. As for the rest, hope can only be placed in the Book of Magic.

So, for the volcanoes, he had a reason to go…

The Ancestral Family Council sent him to the flames of wrath, not because he was involved in a struggle, but because he worked with the Watsons to go to the volcanoes and find the remains of the Merlin ancestors.

From either angle, he felt that the Ryukyu Mountains were the core of the entire flame scene, not only mysterious, but also the most powerful tribe of the Orcs...

After more than ten minutes, Lin Yun returned to the vicinity of Dragon Farm. After nine days, that defense force was almost too weak to ignore, but Lin Yun did not dare to move lightly and was still guarding him. He estimated that this force could be completely eliminated by about tomorrow.

“Lava Heart...”

After a few hours of meditation, Lin Yun recovered his state and suddenly remembered the lava heart in his pocket. This is an alchemist's red alchemy material. To be precise, the lava heart is not widely used and can be used like a magic crystal, but if you do that, it can be described as a violent object...

The value of Lava Heart is that it can arrange a magical alchemy called the Devil's Deed...

At the peak of magic, in the Northender world, almost every top power has a demonic contract. This alchemy is arguably the symbol of the top power. After all, a special demon like Little Lava Lord is too rare in the Northender world. Unless you are lucky like Lin Yun, you must go to the bottom of the endless abyss to hunt for Little Lava Lord.

At the moment of taking out the heart of lava, a horrible heat spread around, the heart of lava flat on the place, “Putong Putong” is beating, almost every beat, Lin Yun can perceive an amazing power, seems to be slowly recovering.

Lin Yun pulled out the foil pen from his pocket, dipped in pre-formulated ink, and slowly wrote the inscriptions on the heart of lava. Even with his current alchemy construction, every step had to be cautious when arranging the Devil's Deed Law Front, because a deviation in detail could lead to failure, causing him unspeakable huge losses.

In just a few minutes, his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat beads, and his magician's robe had been wet with sweat, but now he didn't care about it, and all his mind was on the array.

Every time a character is written on the heart of the lava, it has to be calculated with a lot of precision. If it is replaced by a general top master, I'm afraid the most basic character, it also takes at least four or five days to prove the feasibility, but the forest cloud with the magic array has reduced the speed by hundreds of times, three hours. The original smooth appearance of the heart of the lava has long been replaced by dense numb gold characters.

“Okay...” After writing the last character, Lin Yun put down the fountain pen in his hand, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and the whole person looked very tired. After all, it was a complicated and boring job. He had the ability to calculate terror before completing the initial writing of the Devil's Deed in five hours.