End of the Magic Era

No amount of powerful spells can hurt him at all. In the flood of spells, he can wave lightning spears all the way around, but now there is no way to do anything about a swamp.

That usually can be hard to resist the inflammatory surgery, at most there is some coke black on the heavy armor, just a little repair, at this moment, it also became a destiny charm.

Every flame surgery falls, his body thinks of a drop in the swamp...

As the body gets deeper and deeper into the swamp, less and less power is available.

At first, there was a wave of mud all over the swamp, and now, struggling as hard as you can, the swamp can only shake a little bit.

“You can't kill me! Kill me and you're dead. Not just you, your family, your loved ones, your friends, all face revenge from the entire Caucasus Battle Mage!

When I came here, everyone knew, yes, everyone knew I was coming to Poison Haze Valley, to kill you, and if you kill me, you're fucked.

I am the most talented battle magician in the Caucasus. My teacher is the leader of the Caucasus. If you kill me, my teacher, and the entire Corps of battle magicians in the Caucasus will avenge me, and you will die.

You are strong, but not everyone in your family is as strong as you are. You let me go and I will tell you who hired me to kill you. I will only assume that this has not happened today, I will never retaliate... ”

Kempes held a lightning spear, resisted the blast, and howled in horror for forgiveness. He had already felt that his magic was actually passing, and the deeper his body fell, the faster the magic was passing, and there seemed to be a bottomless abyss beneath him, pulling him down little by little.

That despair, like poison, constantly eroded his heart, even felt that the poison fog around him had begun to erode his body, so that he would surely die...

Lin Yunling looked at Kempes with a smile. The Caucasus Battle Mage was powerful, but he died under a mud swallowing pool. Strength is not the point, pure power. It can bring not only strength, but also disaster. Idiots without brains, talented power, and fail to do what they deserve.

The blast continued to fall, like an iron hammer, smashing the nail of Kempes hard into the mud pool. A few seconds later, Kempes only had two hands and one head left to swallow the mud pool...

Kempes had a pale face, a cold sweat, a little bit of pride and arrogance on his face, some with endless fear.

He can clearly sense that the magic in his body is passing faster and faster, and as it passes, the mud pool is getting bigger and stronger and stronger, and his proud power has no room here at all, and his strength is passing fast.

When he is completely devoured by this swallowed mud pit, he will become suffocated to death in a dark mud pit like an ordinary man, which for a strong man is absolutely the most indecisive way to die.

Kempes shouted in horror, begging for forgiveness, but Lin Yun was not moved. Although he did not know how the Caucasian Battle Mage, who was not normally in contact with other forces, came here this time, and probably even participated in this general attack.

Lin Yun also didn't care about the killer. At the beginning, Lin Yun thought that this guy came to provoke because of the hatred between the Caucasian battle magician and Auckland. In the face of the former king of the Caucasus, forgive the Caucasian battle magician and teach him a lesson.

Anyone who thinks this guy has traveled to such a level and has not said anything, wants to rob something to kill him, then what else can he think of, just kill him?

A few seconds later, Kempes was completely scared, leaning back on his head, only his nostrils were still in the mud, and his head was generally not in the mud.

Kempes is in total despair as he sees the last blast fall.

At this moment, a thunder suddenly burst from a distance, right in the middle of the blue fireball, the flame blew at the same time as the thunder, as if a thunder had sounded in the air.

The two shadows approached rapidly from afar, and a ray of light flashed towards the front door of the forest cloud.

Lin Yun frowned. He was not off duty. This projection with a trap had little effect on him.

In an instant, Lin Yun's body turned into a flame appearing more than a dozen meters away. That light burst onto a hillside hundreds of meters away, a loud bang, blowing up a tens of meters large pit on the hillside, and the dust and debris of the sky turned into a thick smoke into the sky.

The next second, a man dressed in heavy armor appeared in front of Lin Yun. The thunderbolt flashed, and suddenly a giant spear more than a dozen meters long and more than a meter thick appeared in the shadow's hand. This giant spear covered by thunderbolt sucked hard towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun flashed in the sky and lost an explosion in the face of Kempes in the mud.

Sure enough, this huge spear covering the thunder power swept halfway across, and suddenly stopped. The man flew over the muddy pool, and the black lightning spear in his hand waved at the blast, dragging the long tail of the blue flame was suddenly blown up by the hard raw.

At this time, the giant spear fiction dissipated, the horrific shock wave swept across the hundred meters, all the mountain stones were shredded, and the ground was scratched more than half a meter deep.

The shadow grabbed Kempes' hand, drank angrily, and the whole swallowing pool began to fluctuate violently. Kempes was pulled out of the swallowing pool by the Battle Mage of the Caucasus, and the swallowing power of the swallowing pool could not resist the strange power of the man.

With a loud bang, the wildly fluctuating swallowing mud pool blows up, and the area that turns into the mud pool quickly solidifies, turning into ordinary ground.

The shadow slowly drifted to the ground, slapping Kempes, full of mud and panic.

“Idiot, as a Battle Mage of the Caucasus, I almost got stuck in a mud swamp. I almost lost my face. When I went back, I rolled to Thunder Strike Peak and stayed for three months. I couldn't find a kilo of Thunder Strike Ore, so don't come down and look at me and see how I killed these Shit Mages! ”

Though Kempes was slapped, his face was full of surprises and his teeth were bitten and pointed at Lin Yun, howling loudly.

“Teacher Darryl, this man has a way to fight the fog. We must not let him escape. Once we get this way, we can continue to explore this fog valley! ”

Darryl looked back at the forest cloud and found that the poison fog seemed to really be like it didn't corrode the forest cloud. When it appeared on the surface of the forest cloud, it would slide away. It seemed like it just met ordinary mountain stones, with no response at all.

“Hahahaha, great, we have been stalling for a long time to explore Poison Mist Valley. I didn't think there was a way to resist the dramatic poison here. Now we can go deep into Poison Mist Valley to explore...”

Darryl Haha laughed and patted Kempes on the shoulder with a smooth face.

“Kempes, you are my disciple, well done, it is the teacher who blames you, this time you have done a great job. ”

Daryl turned to look at Lin Yun and looked arrogant.

“That magician, I now give you a chance, as long as you give me the means to resist the poison fog here, I will give you a chance to abolish your magic, I will let you go alive, you reward my disciples, I can not pursue, offend the dignity of our Caucasian battle magician, I can also abandon it, how about that? ”

Kempes hastily added: "My teacher is the leader of the Caucasus army, the true strong, who will do what he says, you hand over the method, self-inflicting magic, and I can ignore what happened before. ”

Lin Yun smiled dumbly.

“You are truly apprentices, you actually say exactly the same thing. It seems that except for the former king of the Caucasus, Jason Waglan, the Battle Mage of the Caucasus has been abolished and is not fake at all...”

Darryl sighed furiously: "Bastard, you call the name of the great King of the Caucasus, you're dead, no one can spare you today! ”

At this time, another Caucasian battle magician with a tattoo on his face appeared on the back. The old man was not wearing heavy armor and had a very old face. He had only an oily leather coat. The lightning spear in his hand was also different from the ordinary Caucasian battle magician.

However, Lin Yun's eyebrows wrinkled. The old man looked like he was about to enter the earth, but he was a strong man of the level 9 seal Wizard class. He had an obscure and steady breath. He was stronger than the average level 9 seal Wizard. Even because of his fluctuating breath, most of the poison fog couldn't even get close to the area of one meter around him.

Prophet...

The prophet of the Caucasus, the heir of all the magic in the Caucasus, has a special place among the Battle Mages of the Caucasus. Unless the Battle Mages of the Caucasus focuses on the way the body fights, magic is only an aid, and the prophet will definitely be as high as the prophet in the Orc tribe.

Even in Auckland, the prophet of the Caucasus, also known as the only wise man in the barbarian tribe, has no regard for the orthodox magician of the Caucasus fighting magician, nor for the prophet of the Caucasus.

One important reason was that the prophet of the Caucasus, one of the few people in the Caucasus who did not favour war, felt that the former king of the Caucasus had become the past and that living in peace with Auckland was now the best option, and that it was also the best way to enlarge the Caucasian war magistrate, not the endless war.

After the prophet appeared, he stood silently in the distance, which made Lin Yun's eyebrows wrinkle. Two Level 9 sealed magic mentors, one of whom was also a Caucasian prophet with unpredictable strength. If the other party made a move, this matter would be a bit troublesome...

Lin Yun was still thinking, and Daryl had already taken the lead.