End of the Magic Era

The rest of us, who did not break out of the encirclement, were either killed by the impact and debris of the meteorite or torn to pieces by the furious beast who rushed up behind us...

Thorne single-handedly held the handle of the sword, plugged it into the ground and supported his rocking body, full of despair.

The few people who remained beside them, none of them had escaped, because there was no chance.

Hundreds of Angry Orc Warriors across the street, hundreds of Angry Orc Mages, and even Hoppert, the Class 8 Enclosure Mage Superior!

There's no chance, can't send the message back, disaster, this is a disaster...

Thorne's face was unsatisfactory and desperate, his arms trembling, but he still wanted to raise the sword again. The Merlin family's glory and hope could not be so broken.

That's when Hoppet drifted off the top of the mountain.

“Stop. ”

Hoppert stopped those anger beasts from making their final offense and looked sarcastically at Thorne.

“Your valor, Lord Thorne, is comparable to that of our fiercest warrior of the Angry Orcs, who, unfortunately, is a fool and a fool who has been betrayed. ”

Hoppert laughed sarcastically.

“You humans are so stupid that this gives us the best chance that your Merlin allies, the Watsons and the Black Towers, have already betrayed you.

Don't you see, this is a trap, against the Merlyn family trap, and I have reached an agreement with the Watsons and the Black Towers to lead you into this trap, to kill you, to kill all of the Merlyn family's elites, and then I can take over the Merlyn-controlled fortress?

The Watsons and the Black Towers, too, can easily take control of your Merlin family, and see how easy it is to eat up your Merlin family. ”

Hoppert's words struck Thorne's heart like a sunny thunderbolt, and Thorne almost fell to the ground.

“What!”

Thorne's face was shocked and angry, his shoulders trembling, and he had no idea he'd been betrayed by the Watsons and Blacktowers!

They actually reached an agreement with the Flameblade tribe. Unfortunately, there is no way to return the news now. The Merlin family is in danger...

Thorne's face of despair, his eyes turned gray, and it was conceivable that the next two greedy, vicious vampires, not just the Angry Orcs, but the Watsons and the Black Tower, would relentlessly plunge into the Merlyn-controlled fortress.

The Merlin family, who pay attention to the Angry Orcs, may be devoured by the Watsons and the Black Towers without protection, and the Merlin children of the entire Angry Landscape will all be killed.

After decades and centuries of effort, the family will be completely dissolved.

You can even imagine that the Watsons and Black Towers would hold this black pot against the Angry Orc, losing control of the Angry Position, and the family would never know it was a Watsons and Black Tower plot!

Despair, the freezing despair that erodes Thorne's body and mind like poison, and the last glimmer of firmness is about to crumble.

And the remaining members of the Merlin family, desperately paralyzed on the ground, also had a severely injured spell that didn't come up to die.

Hoppett floated halfway through the sky, smiling coldly at the desperate Thorne, laughing proudly.

“You stupid humans are not as ugly as the ugliest maggots! Don't worry, as a warrior, I'll kill you myself.

It's been arranged by me, and as soon as I activate the Brigade, the elite of the other four tribes in the north of the flame, it's all going to be here, and by then, the Watsons and the Black Tower, they're all going to be killed! Destroyed!

We will destroy your Merlin family! ”

Thorne's body was shaking, almost falling, the color of despair on his face was stronger, and the smell of death was already leaking in his eyes.

It's over, it's over...

The Watsons and the Blacktowers, these idiots, did what they did, not only buried the Merlyn family's foundations, but also allowed the Fury Orc to do an unprecedented counter-pulse.

No, even if I die, I can't let Hoppert's plot succeed. Kill him and destroy the Falls of Delivery. There's room for moderation. Everything has a chance!

Thorne's eyes were already full of death, and he had no intention of surviving.

Strong fighting began to emanate from Thorne's body, and the dazzling light wrapped Thorne around him, turning it into a clear flame, burning on Thorne's body. At this moment, unprecedented strength appeared on Thorne, but Thorne's face grew paler.

As a sword saint, this is the ultimate trick, burning your temper, then burning your life, finally burning your soul, everything burning, exerting the most powerful power of your life.

But doing so has a terrible after-effect. Not only will you die after the burning, but you won't even have a chance to become a dead spirit. Everything about you will disappear completely from the world.

To be a sword saint, is the best, almost all people, even dead, would not do it.

There are many ways to bring people back to life, and after becoming a sword saint, they die, they may be resurrected, even the soul may be preserved, there is a chance to start over, and no one is willing to cut off all their hopes.

But at this moment, Thorne burned his temper and vitality, like an arrow, rushing wildly toward Hopete, and even in the process, his temper fluctuated wildly.

Hoppert's eyes changed slightly and immediately noticed that Thorne had lit everything and was ready to blow himself up!

A Level 5 Sword Saint, burning all his own self explosion, can definitely cause a Level 8 Enclosure Mage to hit hard!

At this moment, a sudden thunderbolt was heard in the sky.

Boom...

A loud noise, like pulling the curtain open, horrible giant changes appeared in the sky.

A pitch-black crack emerged in the middle of the sky, and then instantly it seemed as if it had been torn apart by a terrible giant, and in between, a space crack thousands of metres long appeared.

The violent elements float around the space fractures, turning into terrible element storms, and the dao thunder excites, like infinite thunder snakes dancing in the sky.

Between now and then, huge black clouds stretching thousands of meters converge around the space fracture, which turns into a giant vortex, like a giant eye slowly opening.

A storm erupted, a dozen kilometres across, and terrible elemental storms and swirls attracted more than a dozen kilometres of everything.

A pitch-black tornado formed on the ground, like a pitch-black giant dragon rising, converging on that giant whirlpool in the sky.

Stinging thunderbolts swept wildly in this whirlpool of dark clouds, and many more thunderbolts and violent element storms followed that tornado to the ground.

A thunderbolt that lasted thousands of meters instantly struck a small mountain bag, dozens of meters tall, disappeared in a loud noise...

A violent elemental storm erupts from space cracks, stirring the dark clouds, as if a powerful, terrible powerful man were practicing it in the sky.

Below, Hoppett's face changed wildly, and this kind of noise, not at all what a sealed magician could have, between now and then, Hoppett gathered all the angry beasts, all around the mountain peak, guarded with vigilance, and Hoppett even took out a cane that had been wooden and stared at the sky with a thick face.

Thorne was shocked and forgot to find Hoppet.

In a dark cloud that stretches for thousands of meters, the space cracks open slowly, as if the gods had opened their eyes.

At this time, an ancient and enormous battleship swept out of space fractures in infinite thunder, and the terrible smell spreading wildly around like a tsunami.

As ancient warships burst out of space fractures, that huge space fracture closed rapidly, and infinite thunder struck the warships, but it seemed as though the rain had washed away, completely unable to cause any damage to the warships.

A dozen big black tornadoes hit the bottom of the battleship, but it was like a dozen giant pillars a thousand meters tall were supporting it.

The fierce storm of colored elements tore the ship like a sea breeze, blowing the big black sail on the ship.

Slowly, as the space fractures disappeared, so did the infinite and fierce forces, with only one ancient battleship quietly floating in the middle of the sky.

The forces of confusion around them also calmed down, but below, the silence was like death.

Hoppert's face was heavy, he was holding his staff dead, he was staring at the battleship in the sky, and his power had been triggered to the extreme, seemingly ready to strike.

Those angry beasts were all scared to death, like a giant mountain peak, a battleship in the middle of the air, and that horrible scene, which they could no longer resist.

All of a sudden, a cold voice spilled down in the middle of the sky.

“You've done enough, Lord Thorne. Go home. ”

As the sound came down, Thorne's head spilled something like ice chips, which slowly fell on Thorne through the cold ice chips, and Thorne's burning temper slowly went out.

At this point, the battleship slowly lowered a bit, and everyone saw, in front of the battleship, a figure floating.

A simple robe with a staff in his right hand, a huge four-colored dragon crystal on it, a book in his left hand, a faint halo on it, a slowly spinning * * floating next to him, infinite symbols circulating on * *.

Thorne raised his head and looked at the figure in the middle of the sky, tears coming out of his eyes.