End of the Magic Era

But...

Once again, things unexpectedly happened to him...

After waiting for half a minute, the young magician still stood there, neither talking nor doing anything.

This…

Mark Watson couldn't help but stand still. He was a little incredible. Don't you know that this level six magician is provoking himself?

Level 6 Mage provokes the sealed Mage. Do you know how to write a dead letter?

Forget it, teach him yourself...

Thinking about it, Mark Watson couldn't help but hold onto the gorgeous staff in his hand and let the white light slip away quietly. At the same time, the amazing magic fluctuations spread to all corners of the meeting room...

“I think you may have misunderstood...”

However, at this time, the voice of the young magician rang out.

“Misunderstood? ”

Suddenly, Mark Watson revealed an icy cold grin, a pair of negative eyes, stared closely at Lin Yun. After a few seconds, he quietly dispersed the magic of injecting the Staff, shook his head with a long voice: “Remember, in the future, never attempt to provoke the Enclosure Master Strong, because the anger of the Strong One at that level is simply not what the Magic Master can bear. Forget it, you won't understand this either. Only at that height can you see for yourself how huge the gap between the Enchantress and the Enchantress is... well, can you take me to your commander now? ”

“I think I'm the one you're looking for...” Lin Yun touched his nose, his eyes slightly squinted, some funny looking at the white magician in front of him.

This young man from the Watson family reached the height of the Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure is slightly stronger than some of the long-established Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enclosure Enabled by the age of Thirty-five Years and Five Years Years, and its achievements are truly quite astonishing, and will be the focus of cultivation in any major force in the Norsond world...

You know, in the beginning, Solanmonch, inside the Black Tower, was described as the genius with the best chance of entering the seven-member parliament, but when Solanmonch reached the height of the captain, he was almost forty years old, and this young man from the Watson family was several years ahead of Solanmonch.

Don't underestimate these years, because this represents a magical gift between the two sides and there is a huge gap.

He really didn't expect that the Watsons had such a brilliant young man. I don't know how many times stronger Stan Watson was than the one who said that only Kensei was qualified to worry about his safety...

At this point, even he had to admit that the young man from the Watson family did have a proud capital.

“You mean, you're the commander? ”

Mark Watson stunned for half a minute before suddenly reacting. After a gentle question, he didn't say anything more. However, from the shadow of his face, he could tell that this young man from the Watson family did not believe...

How could he believe…

It's ridiculous that a six-level demon mentor level guy should say he's a Merlin commander...

Even if the Merlyn family's ancestral people had their brains in the water, they wouldn't have sent a Class 6 Demon Mentor to be the commander of the Facial Legion, would they?

Think...

Today, all of Auckland's top forces are involved in a fiery battle. At this level, a six-level demon mentor is in a better position than cannon ash at best. To say a little bit of a position in a frontal regiment, Mark Watson may also believe that, as for a frontal regiment commander, that's a joke...

He lived for more than 30 years and never really met a commander below the rank of captain magician. Of course, he never heard...

In his view, the Merlin family, one of the three great families of Auckland, a few of the kingdoms of Andalusia have lasted for thousands of years. In the face of anger, the commander, at least a high-ranking seal magician, or high-ranking sword saint...

If the young magician in front of you is really a commander of the Merlin family, it can only prove that those in the Merlin family ancestral land are completely insane...

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in Mark Watson's gaze, and suddenly a slight, uninspiring laugh appeared in his mouth: "Oh, Rahmelin, you're here...”

When he first arrived at the Fortress of the Flaming Demon, he saw Rahn Merlyn and knew that this was a highly qualified Master of the Sealed Demon. Even the arrogant one, who saw a strong man close to the Superior Master of the Sealed Demon, couldn't help but salute him...

“Ah...” Run Mellington stunned for a moment, his face appeared intensely puzzled.

“Here's the thing...” Mark Watson glanced at Lan Merlin and pointed a finger at Lin Yun: “He must be a young man of the Merlin family, it's so disgusting, you dare to impersonate the Merlin family commander, Lord Lan, you should be in charge in any case. If this thing gets out, it will have too much impact on the Merlin family's reputation...”

As soon as the voice went down, Mark Watson clearly saw that Mr. Lan's face was discolored and his eyebrows were wrinkled even deeper...

It's a disguise...

At this time, Mark Watson couldn't help but look at Lin Yun with sympathy. He shook his head in the dark. As far as he knew, impersonating a commander of a legion was a serious matter to be pursued, and the punishment was extremely severe.

However, my sympathy is obviously superfluous…

That's entirely up to the young magician!

Who told him to sit idle and pretend to be a regimental commander, is in big trouble now...

“I think you must be mistaken...” Lan Meilin took a deep look at Mark Watson. Lan Meilin had just finished what he was doing and was ready to come and take a look, but only after he arrived did he realize that things seemed a little wrong here...

The young man from the Watsons seemed to be questioning the identity of Mafa Merlyn's commander, which made him feel a little ridiculous, but for a while he couldn't laugh.

Mafa Merlyn is still there. How dare he laugh?

“What's wrong?” Mark Watson suddenly felt something was wrong and his voice had risen a few degrees in vain.

“Officially, this is Mentor Merlyn, he is indeed the commander of the Merlyn family in the flames, please don't say that Mentor Merlyn is impersonating...” Lan Merlyn revealed a slight smile to Mark Watson. After that, he was too lazy to look at each other, turned around slightly, and suddenly smiled: “Mentor Merlyn, this young lord from the Watson family may have something important to talk to you about, I won't bother you, if anything happens, you can always call me...”

“Yes, Your Excellency...”

With an accurate reply from the young wizard, Rahnmerlin turned around and left. In fact, Thornmerlin took the vast majority of people to the Fortress of Flame Frost, leaving only one of his sealed wizards to sit in town. The Fortress of Flame had a lot of work to do for him, and there was real pressure in front of the young wizard.

“How is this possible...”

Mark Watson made a dreamy sound. Until the figure of Rahn Merlyn disappeared completely, he heard the words before he repeatedly tasted them. Finally, he confirmed that he had heard them correctly. The young magician named Ma Fa Merlyn, who was really the Merlyn family commander in the flames, was truly amazing...

I have to say, the people who made this decision in the Merlyn ancestral land are a little crazy...

Can't help it. Who would believe that the Merlin family, one of the three Oakland families, was assigned to the fiery side of the commander, a Class Six Magic Mentor?

He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't heard a positive response from Rahn Merlyn.

But…

What if Mafa Merlyn is the commander?

This still doesn't change the fact that he's just a level six magician...

Level 6 Mage is really too weak...

Thinking of this, Mark Watson's heart gradually calmed down, shaking his head in darkness, then for the first time, this was the first time he looked at Lin Yun positively, and his face suddenly showed a slight disdain: “I am Mark Watson, from the Watson family ancestral land, according to the rules of the magician, you should call me His Excellency Mark...”

“Oh, Lord Mark...” Lin Yun's face smiled stiffly. In fact, at this time, he was already a little impatient. This young man from the Watson family came to the Fortress of the Flaming Devil, what exactly did he want to do?

But the good news is that Mark Watson didn't keep him waiting too long. He nodded immediately. He seemed very happy with Lin Yun's attitude. He said slowly: "Actually, I'm here on behalf of the Watson family. I want to talk to the Merlin family about cooperation. By the way, do you know the Horn of Mercy? If you knew, I wouldn't have to bother explaining it to you...”

“I know…” Lin Yun nodded and looked strangely at Mark Watson. To be honest, he didn't know much about the Horn of Mercy, but when he looked at the flame profile at the Merlin family estate, he had seen some information about the Horn of Mercy. Overall, this is an extremely rich resource region.

It's rich enough to make all the great forces in Auckland blush.

Lin Yun estimated that the Horn of Harvest should be a little richer than the Valley of Ghosts. If any major force is in complete control of the place, then there is no doubt that the power of this force will rapidly advance in a short period of time, dominating the fiery battle.

Unfortunately…

Auckland's top powers, those that have fought the Horn of Riches ideas in the last millennium, have all paid a high price, even the Black Tower and the Cloud Tower...

There is no way, because the one who controls the Horn of Rapidness is the strongest of the thirteen tribes with flames. The strength of this tribe is much stronger than that of the melting tribe...