End of the Magic Era

All sorts of spells continue to gush out on the battlefield, Lin Yun and their place between the Dark Elves, has been hung by a lot of spells with a lot of elemental storms, even these elemental storms can not erupt, and then they are forced back by successive spells against each other.

Clark's forehead's demonic pattern is already like burning, a layer of flame spinning over the demonic pattern, far away, as if Clark was carrying a flaming laurel.

Terrible magic fluctuations are spreading from there, anyone can see that this six-level limiting spell is about to be released!

Elsa carried more than a dozen dark elves, biting her teeth, desperately pressing the magic in her body, all her magic marks, none of them staying lit, all in a bleak state, and all the spells that could be released were released in the first place.

Andefa's face was twisted into strange shapes, manipulated the wheel of magic, and tried his best to release the spells. At every moment, several 5-6 levels of spells were released.

The magic of the original melting heart has exceeded the limits of the wheel of magic. The magic spills almost all the time, but now, the crushing melting heart has become a little dim. The magic drain makes the melting heart a little overdrained.

Even Thors, a man with only the power of a Magic Monk, is on the verge of depletion, but still cannot pose a deadly threat to Clark. Those Dark Elves, fearless of death, have formed a human wall, releasing several times more spells than everyone else!

When all men were a little desperate, Lin Yun appeared with Gaelkerchief.

As soon as he appeared, Gaelkerchief held his hands in silence and sang out loud an ancient, cool Orc song.

A band seemed to penetrate the power of time, as the songs of Galkic slowly spread.

With its cool and low intensity, it permeates everyone irresistibly, making their souls feel a little sad, and a feeling of sorrow seemingly bursting into everyone's hearts.

Between the trances, everyone seemed to see a picture through the power of time.

On that barren Gobi, countless wounded Orcs lay on their knees, resolute and unyielding, with deep sorrow in their eyes, in front of them, countless rudimentary graves made of crushed stones, standing on the ground one after the other.

Countless rudimentary graves, stuck next to graves, those ragged flags, the dark skies dancing with lots of vultures and flies.

The crow's loud voice keeps echoing.

On a rudimentary altar with sad faces and tearful eyes, with hands covered in dry skin, he sang this cold song.

As the song sang, the overwhelming atmosphere of resentment, death and anger began to dissipate.

A clear Orc soul flew out of that grave and headed towards a ray of light in the sky...

“… it is you who bear the bearings of race...”

“... beneath the heavens, above the earth, the Orc will never yield...”

“… with blood and strength, festivals…”

As Galkie sang the songs, the movements of the Dark Elves across the street slowly became dull, and there were even painful expressions of the Stagnant Dark Elves.

Clark's forehead flame limit, the magic pattern, also began to fluctuate, and the flame of the terror power of one carrier began to fade slowly.

The successful six-level limiting spell was about to begin to fluctuate, and by the time Galkie's song was sung, a white stream of light was seen flying from that demonic pattern into the sky and disappearing.

Clark's spell unfolded...

However, the original six-level limit spell became ordinary six-level spell...

Large showers of fire descend from the sky, a fireball the size of a person's head carrying a black stripe, seemingly a fusion of magma and flame, with a rich flame.

A fireball blew up, but Lin Yun easily resisted it.

Hundreds of living and dead Dark Pokémon are in a struggle, and the spell stops, and each Dark Pokémon's face carries a great deal of pain and struggle.

In less than ten seconds, these irresistible Dark Elves, the inflexible dead, were all swallowed up by the spell flood.

Lin Yun read out three characters, the dragon's staff flashed three lights, and three spears of the fire god more than two meters long descended from the sky.

Stagnant Clark had no dodging motion at all. He was crucified to death by a Fire God spear through his chest, leaving two Fire God spears, and followed closely into Clark's body. Three Fire God spears stabbed Clark's trunk out of three fist-sized holes.

Every Fire God spear pierced Clark's body.

Then the golden red flame began to spin over Clark, a illusory phantom flying out of Clark, the soul of a dark elf.

These souls carry the expression of liberation and disappear after flying out.

Finally, in Clark's hollow eyes, suddenly a little more splendid, seeing Elsa in the distance, muttered to herself with a hissing voice: “Your Highness, why are you here...”

Then Clark seemed to think of something, full of fear, shouting: “Your Highness, go, there is evil deep in the Dark Night Canyon, very dangerous, go, go, get out of here, go...”

Before the sentence was finished, Clark's body once again flowed with an illusory soul, flying into the sky and disappearing.

And then everybody saw that Clark's body seemed to melt, his face blurred, his body turned into a piece of black mud, and he fell to the ground and merged with the earth.

Elsa looked sadly at Clark's disappearance, and the Dark Elves were all stunned on the ground, and the Dark Elves, once in here, became a living dead man.

Sacrifice in battle, sacrifice in defence of home, are all glory, but the greatest sadness is not to seek death in this way.

Lin Yun relaxed his breath and finally caught up.

By pointing out Clark from Elsa, Lin Yun suddenly understood a lot of problems when he pointed out that Clark had a level 6 flame limit magic graffiti position.

Why these living and dead Dark Pokémon can't fight, why Clark hasn't died once since he showed up, and why the Dark Pokémon who have no idea why they're defending Clark.

Not because Clark had an opportunity to perform a six-level limit spell, but because all of these dark elves' souls were in Clark's body.

These dark elves, controlled by evil forces, are simply immortal, and only by killing Clark will these dark elves truly die.

So the problem is, Clark has a chance to release the sixth level limit spell, which is the strongest existence. As long as Clark can release successfully, Lin Yun will not die, and it's not nearly as good as that.

The power of the six-level limiting magic is simply not something they can resist positively.

Lin Yun, after hearing Elsa talk about Clark's six-level limit magic graffiti technique, especially when he heard that the process was inherited from his ancestors, knew what was going on.

In that demonic pattern lies the soul of an ancestor of the Dark Elves, a part of which is the key to the implementation of the sixth level limit spell.

To be precise, it was Clark who provided the magic, the soul of this ancestor, to perform the six-level limiting spell.

That's why it takes time to prepare.

And the power of the ancestors, who knows better than the beast, especially the beast Shaman, is the power, the ancestors and the soul. This is the power of the beast Shaman, whatever Shaman, will surely possess this power!

Gelkechi was brought out to interrupt Clark, and only Gelkechi, who mastered the power of his ancestors and souls, could interrupt the spell of that soul in the Tattoo.

I just didn't think that Gaelkerchief was a lightning salmon specializing in battle, but I didn't think that Gaelkerchief would know the spirit battle song of the Orcs.

A battle song transcends the crippled soul hidden in the Extreme Demon Print...

Lost the manipulation of this crippled soul, the ultimate magic mark, even if completely abolished, released the spell, from the sixth level of the ultimate spell, to a normal sixth level spell.

By the time we get here, the battle will be over. Just kill Clark, and the death will be over, and all Dark Elves will die.

Lin Yun turned his head to Gaelkerchief, this small beast Shaman, with a slight sadness in his eyes.

“Gaelkerchief Warren, I didn't know you were the creator of the legendary Orc Shaman, the Township Song! ”

Lin Yun can't be surprised. Among the animals, they can be legendary. To be honest, they cannot be compared to other races at all. Especially the animals are rich in legendary warriors. Every top animal warrior can lead the animals to a prosperous era.

Shaman, a wise man and a guide, has never been a bearer of fame and legend.

Before this era, the most prestigious, even human, legend, Shaman, only two or three, one of which is the soul town of Gorvald!

Gaelkerchief Warren!

In that year, in the land of the beast, an eye of the dead appeared, and many dead spirits appeared, and countless beasts died in battle, and even post-mortem beasts were transformed into new spirits by powerful dead creatures.

These beasts were born warriors, and when they die, they become dead spirits, making it even harder.

The damage to the Orc was getting bigger and bigger, and finally Gaelkerchief, the Shaman, walked up to the front desk and went beyond the Orc's dead soul with a soul song.