End of the Magic Era

After going back, I would like to persuade the family, when the Merlin family came out of a genius, let the Merlin family emerge from the difficulties and slowly recover. I'm afraid that is no better than the current Honourable Merlin, the rise and glory of the Merlin family, seems to be in the near future.

Lord Merlyn, there is no one left to stop you, but try to make friends. It would be best to ease the resentment between the Watsons and Merlyn.

If we continue this hostility with the Merlin family, I dare not imagine what will happen in the future. After all, Merlin does not seem like a kind person...

Thirth's mind has made a dark decision. For the sake of the family, it is not too late to make peace with His Excellency Merlin...

Others, after seeing Lin Yun come out, also have shock on their faces. Not only Wes and Sys, the dark elves, ash beasts, and the strong among the firecracker dwarves, they can't determine what power Lin Yun is now. That huge and obscure magic fluctuations can only feel powerful, but they can no longer see the ranks of Lin Yun at a glance.

There might have been some people who were a little uncomfortable. The three races were loyal to a man who had just sealed the Mage, but at this moment, they were all sincerely obedient.

It can be predicted with certainty that in the near future, those to whom they are loyal will become a heavenly man!

Nobody doubts that.

“Good day, my lord. ”

“Good day, my lord. ”

……

All the leaders of the three races greeted each other.

Lin Yun nodded, walked to the crystal boat rudder, reached forward and rubbed his hand. Between now, the entire captain's chamber turned into a void. The surrounding walls disappeared, and the upper and lower quarters seemed to see directly outside the Dauntless.

Still endless dark void.

“We're almost there, and you're all ready, because it's not easy to break down the fence, and we're not sure where we're going to be, and there may be deviations, and we're always better prepared to deal with them. ”

In the void ahead, the phantom of a world appeared, and the phantom, which seemed to be only as big as a ball, expanded rapidly, and by the end, it seemed to have filled half the void.

The Dauntless crashed into the phantom with hatred, and between now, the Dauntless began to tremble violently, and a terrible space crack emerged from the phantom of the world.

The Dauntless crashed into this space crack and rushed into that world...

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Flame of anger, Horn of abundance.

This place with the richest resources in the flames, the most tranquil place ever, is filled with shouts of killing, bursts of spells, screams of dying...

Thornmerlyn wiped the sweat off his head and didn't know whose blood it was, staring hard at the battlefield in the distance.

The Merlyn family, the Watsons, the Black Tower, and the three forces are here, and the seemingly endless fiery beasts across the street are constantly fighting over and over again.

A fiery beast beheaded a dozen broken axes with ax blades, severely chopped on the shoulders of a human warrior, and the hard armor on the human warrior did not seem to play any role. In a blink of an eye, the human warrior was chopped half by this broken axe, and blood erupted like a fountain.

In the distance, a Merlin family magician sang a spell, a fire dragon appeared from before him, and then rushed to the front of this angry beast holding the broken axe. The flame flooded this angry beast who was still shining, and a terrible scream sounded. In just a few seconds, this angry beast man was burned to ashes...

On the other hand, an angry Orc magician had red eyes, his hands were constantly dancing in front of him, a green poison fireball hit the Merlin family magician's head severely, the weary magician had just killed a Angry Orc Warrior with fire dragon technique, he had not even had time to defend himself, his head was burned to ashes by this poison fireball...

The chaotic and bloody battlefield, the fiercest is the collision between the warriors, the bloodshed, the amputation of limbs, a human being cut off his head by the Angry Orc Man, but immediately, a sword will pierce the heart of the Angry Orc Man...

Thorn Merlyn's eyes bore a hint of exhaustion. A few months ago, when he saw the Merlyn brave warriors in distress, he could still help. Now, there is nothing he can do, even if it is only a few hundred meters apart, but he can only watch them die.

In this almost life-for-life bloody battlefield, the role of a level 5 sword saint is already minimal...

Thorn Merlyn breathed heavily, his face looked terrible, for almost six months, when will this battle end? The fiery beast man's response is getting stronger. Damn, he shouldn't have come to attack the Horn of Plenty in the first place. The loss in this time is really huge...

Damn Watsons, didn't they say that only a third of the Angry Orcs left in Horn of Mercy, very easy, but how did they come across such a strong counterattack?

The Flaming Blade Tribe, as the most powerful tribe of the Angry Beast, has not been attacked down for so many years, how can it be so weak? How can the Flaming Blade Tribe give up as the most resourceful place for the flaming surface of the Horn of Abundance?

Shit, from the beginning of small-scale retaliation to the current widespread war mudslides, the Merlin family can no longer retreat, I'm afraid even giving up the Horn of Harvest is no longer possible, without defeating these ugly anger beasts, the Merlin family's base industry in the face of anger is dangerous.

Watson family and Black Tower, these two greedy, disgusting groundhogs, how come they're not dead!

Thorn Merlyn cursed badly, rested for a while, felt the strength in his body recovered, more people crashed on the bloody cruel battlefield ahead, the madness of the Angry Orc across the street already had a tendency to repress back, and lift the sword in his hand to go out.

At this point, Thornmerlyn's face suddenly became ugly when he saw a neat figure in the back.

“Green Watson, what are you doing here? ”

Green Watson looked disdainfully arrogant and gently tidied his collar and glanced at Thorn Merlyn with a cold face.

“Thorn Merlyn, we talked to Hector and decided to take over your line of defense, and we have a task for you. ”

Thorn Mellington was furious.

“What have I discussed, as commander of the Merlin family, how do I not know about this, do you want us Merlin people to die again? ”

Damn guys, these unkind bastards, these days, let the family soldiers die and get hurt badly, any dangerous tasks are given to the Merlin family, but they just pick some less dangerous ones.

Last time, let us Merlyn family members sneak up on the stronghold of a Fury Orc tribe. It's nice to hear that there are only 400 or 500 of them, but Blacktower and Watson idiots don't even think about it. Those hundred people are the elites of the Fury Orc tribe!

Damn, hundreds of angry Orc magicians! Is there even a fiery Orc magician with the seal magic leader rank that much of a fix?

We hid from each other the news that there was a sealed Wizard rank magician, and suddenly we lost a lot. The archmage crashed by more than eighty, the magician crashed by more than twenty, even the sealed Wizard crashed by one.

And the last time I said that I had received valuable information, I found the supply unit of the Angry Orc. Will the supply unit not be escorted by the army? These idiots are forcing our Merlin family to destroy the supplies of the Angry Orcs.

Shit, three captain wizards! The escort supply is incorrect, there are three sealed Wizard level strong escorts. If it weren't for the crew, the Merlin family would have almost all been cut off there. Fortunately, I feel incorrect to go to the aid, otherwise there is no way to escape.

More than fifty Merlin family children, archmages, wizards...

There are more than 300 warriors, all of them crashing down there, you bloody bastards, why don't they go?

Damn, look at the weak power of the Merlin family in the face of anger. It is the weakest of the three forces. Blacktower and Watson bastards dare to force us like this...

Thorn Merlyn bites his teeth in the dark and can't help but punch Green Watson in the face. As a Merlyn commander, I am fighting personally. He is so neat in his clothes and hasn't fought in a long time!

Green Watson glanced at Thorn Merlyn with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Lord Thorne, I'm not here to talk to you. We found Hoppert's trail. This is a rare opportunity. The Blacktowers and Watsons need to stay on the front line and draw the attention of those stupid Orcs. Your mission is to kill Hoppert! ”

What a fool. Of the three forces attacked, the Merlyn are the weakest. Look, who are these people? As commander, they are only a level 5 sword saint. So, what profit do you want to share? If it hadn't worked for you, I'd have let you go.

As long as you refuse, don't blame the Watsons for not being affectionate.

Green Watson looked coldly at Thorn Watson with an undisguised indiscretion and a grin on his face.

When Thornmerlyn heard the name Hoppert, his face changed dramatically and the gloomy drips out of the black water.

Hoppert, how can you not know who it is, and this is the leader of those crazy anger beasts across the street, the chief of the Flaming Blade Tribe!

The Fireblade tribe is the most powerful tribe in the northern flame, not only because of the number of Fireblade tribes, the number of warriors, the number of magicians who know the spell, but more importantly, the Fireblade tribe chief Hopete.